"I've met the master!"
In the study, Jia She was playing with a white jade sculpture, and Jia Hui didn't even notice it when he arrived.
Hearing Jia Hui's voice, Jia Sheye came back to his senses.
He walked to his seat, sat down, and asked Jia Hui:
"What did your Mr. Jing tell you?"
There was nothing to hide, so Jia Hui told everything Jia Jing told him about the past.
Jia She heard this and said indifferently:
"What's the use of saying so much? Although it is in decline now, there is no need to worry about His Majesty's jealousy. In addition to the merits of our ancestors, who dares to mess with us?"
It seems that Jia She is still immersed in the glory of the Jia family ancestors.
But they don’t know that although the ancestors’ contributions are great, they are only in the past.
Nowadays, no one messes with the Jia family. It's not that they can't do it, it's just that there is no conflict of interest and they can't do it.
"Your Majesty, are you going to arrange this for you?"
Jia She asked again.
"Go back to me, sir. I think my son is still young, so he plans to let me go to the Beijing camp for training, but my son wants to go to a place of chaos to accumulate military merit."
Then he said:
"What are the specifics? I plan to wait until I visit each house tomorrow before making any plans."
Hearing what Jia Hui said, Jia She nodded, as if he had thought of something, and his face looked a little bad.
"If you join the army, according to the custom of the government, we will select a few personal guards for you, plus a cavalry armor, which will probably cost a lot of money."
Now Jia Hui understood that this was the cost of joining the army because Jia She felt sorry for him.
Is this still my biological father?
He values money more than his own son.
The Jia family has its own horse farm, and there are many registered soldiers in the arsenal.
Even personal guards can be chosen from the village outside the city. He has nothing to worry about.
"If the master is unwilling, how about my son speaking to Mr. Jing and letting him provide it for the time being?"
Thinking of Jia She's character, Jia Hui couldn't help but feel angry and his voice became much louder.
"Asshole, do you want everyone in Shenjing City to laugh at me?"
Hearing the teasing in Jia Hui's words, Jia She couldn't help but become furious.
Even Jia Lian, as a legitimate son, did not dare to speak to himself like this. He, a concubine, was so bold.
"Come here, bring me a big stick. It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't even know what it means to be superior to the young!"
With that said, he was ready to implement family law on Jia Hui.
"What a temper!"
At this time, Jia Hui was also angry and looked coldly at the furious Jia She.
I forget that I am no longer a company CEO in the 21st century.
Now he is a concubine of a public house in the feudal era.
Jia She also saw Jia Hui's cold eyes. Not only was he not afraid, but he became even more angry.
In this feudal society where kings are kings and ministers are ministers, fathers are fathers and sons are sons, someone actually dares to glare at his father. How can he not make Jia She angry?
"Master!" "Master!"
Soon, Jia She's servant came in with a rope and a stick. Judging from his skillful appearance, he didn't know who had been enjoying these set meals before.
"Tie up your third master and beat him severely!"
Seeing the boy come in, Jia She quickly pointed at Jia Hui and roared.
After hearing this, all the servants did not hesitate and leaned towards Jia Hui.
"Since the master is so angry, my son just lets you vent your anger!"
Jia Hui looked at the young boy approaching, shouted to Jia She, and quickly came to the young boy.
"I don't know, sir. My son has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has become a man of steel and iron. If it's just these sticks, I'm afraid he will lose his son!"
As he spoke, the guy grabbed the stick directly and exerted some force with his hands.
In an instant, the stick was broken in Jia Hui's hands.
He picked up the rope again, regardless of whether it was entangled or not, and pulled hard, and the rope broke.
After doing all this, Jia Hui looked at the sword on the wall.
After taking a few steps, he came to the wall, reached out and took the sword in his hand.
With a "cang clang" sound, the sword was unsheathed.
"Jia Hui, what do you want to do?"
Seeing Jia Hui standing with a sword, Jia She was frightened and confused.
I didn't expect Jia Hui to have such an extreme personality, but he wanted to teach him a lesson, so he provoked him to draw his sword.
Even the servants on the side stood stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do.
Although today there are rumors in the house that Mr. Hui is secretly practicing martial arts and his martial arts skills are superb.
But he didn't expect that the stick as thick as his arm would be easily broken, and the rope as thick as his finger would be torn off in one fell swoop.
Now holding a sword, I will kill the master.
"Quick, quick, protect me!"
"Brother Hui, you can't do this!"
Seeing Jia Hui walking toward him, Jia She backed away and asked for help from the boys.
But before he had time, Jia Hui had already forced himself to his side.
"Sir, although my son has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he doesn't understand etiquette. How could he commit patricide? I have misunderstood."
No matter how angry Jia Hui was, he would not kill Jia She in front of everyone.
That would be tantamount to annihilating this era.
"Master, if your son makes you angry, it is natural for you to punish your son. But your son is a martial artist and has an upright temper. You know that sticks are useless, so you might as well use this one!"
With that said, he put the sword into Jia She's hand.
With his back to the servants behind him, his eyes were cold, and he said to Jia She word by word:
"If I really hate my son, I will kill him with one sword!"
"My son is willing to die to vent his anger on the master. Even after death, he will come to the master day and night to fulfill his filial piety!"
As he spoke, he stared at Jia She to see if Jia She would take action.
In fact, a severe beating was nothing to Jia Hui.
But he cannot be controlled by Jia She.
If you don't resist today, with Jia She's behavior, you won't be able to live in peace in the future.
Jia Hui still had some understanding of Jia She's character.
Short-sighted and narrow-minded.
Good face and very timid.
He didn't believe that Jia She was such a bastard that he dared to directly kill the talented descendant of the family who Jia Jing had favored and was ready to support vigorously in front of so many people.
Of course, Jia Hui would not really let Jia She take action.
If he loses the bet, the worst he can do is leave the Jia family and no longer act in the name of the Jia family.
With his current strength, if he wants to leave, no one can stop him.
"Father, do it! Kill your son!"
"you you...!"
Looking at the ferocious and crazy Jia Hui, Jia She was so frightened that he started to cry.
"It won't happen, it won't happen! Brother Hui, it won't happen!"
Finally, Jia She couldn't help it anymore and began to collapse to the ground and roared.
The sword in his hand also fell to the ground.
"The master really cares about his son, and he is very grateful!"
Then Jia Hui shouted to the servants:
"The master was so grateful for the deep love between father and son that he cried with joy. Why don't you come over and help me?"
"Yes Yes!"
"Quick, help me up!"
"master!"
Everyone helped Jia She to the chair and sat down.
"Is everything okay, sir?"
When Jia She saw Jia Hui walking forward, he started to tremble again.
"You go, you go!"
As he spoke, he leaned back.
It seems that Jia Hui was really scared just now.
"Since the master doesn't want his son to be here, he will leave!"
After that, he turned around and left the room without saying any more words.
"Master, master, are you okay?"
As soon as Jia Hui left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Jia Hui's aura just now was too strong. They had seen such a person in Jia's house, so they didn't dare to say anything.
Now as soon as Jia Hui left, everyone started calling for Jia She.
Jia She calmed down on the chair for a long time before coming back to his senses.
He actually felt a hint of killing intent in Jia Hui's eyes just now.
"Does this slave really dare to kill his father?"
Thinking of Jia She being treated coldly in the Jia Mansion, yet he said nothing and endured it for many years.
It was not until today that everyone knew that he had been practicing martial arts secretly.
This kind of character also made Empress Jia She very afraid.
But after all, he is the inheritor of Rongguo Mansion and a first-class general of Da Chu.
He was actually scared to tears by his own son.
Thinking of this, Jia She couldn't help but feel a little hot, and the look he looked at the boy next to him became unkind.
"Don't worry, sir. The master and the third master had a great chat today, and nothing happened!"
As a close confidant of Jia She, Qin Fu naturally knew that Jia She was worried about the news that he was frightened by his son and cried, so he quickly spoke to comfort Jia She.
Everyone also agreed, which made Jia She's face look better.
"Okay, let's go back to the backyard!"
After that, Jia She left the study and went straight to the back house in the east courtyard. When he arrived at his aunt's room, he began to vent his anger.
