Not to mention that Qin Keqing's side seemed to be back and forth again, Jia Heng's expression was calm, and he walked back to the car and returned home. In the afternoon, he would go to Xie Zaiyi's house to learn the art of riding and shooting.
Tomorrow, Xie Zaiyi has to go to Anhua Gate for duty. The next time he asks for advice on riding and shooting, it will be the next time he takes a rest.
In fact, whether you are learning riding and shooting or learning other things, you have to be led in by the master. Practice depends on the individual, and riding and shooting still requires more practice on his part.
"No matter how skilled you are in cavalry and archery, you can only care about my own interests. If you want to compete with the Tatars in the future, charging into the army, and dispatching the army, just relying on personal bravery will not be enough." Jia Heng thought like this, and then We have arrived at the intersection in front of Ningrong Street where the alley entrance is.
However, a cold snort was heard, "Jia Heng, make it easy for us to find him! The clan leader is calling you."
When Jia Hengxuan's reputation was gone, he saw an official-looking man with a face that was not a face and a nose that was not a nose. There were four servants behind him. Not far away, Jia Rong was looking at him with a pair of gloating eyes.
Jia Heng also recognized the person speaking, but it was Lai Sheng, the manager of the Ning Mansion.
There are eight rooms in the Jia family in the capital of the Han Dynasty. All the children of the Jia family in Beijing must worship their ancestors in the ancestral hall under the leadership of the patriarch Jia Zhen every year.
Jia Heng frowned and said, "It's not the year or the festival, what is Brother Zhen calling me for?"
Jia Heng is of a noble generation, so there is nothing wrong with calling Jia Zhen Big Brother Zhen.
However, when he heard Jia Heng calling Jia Zhen by his first name, Lai Sheng felt a little confused on his face and jumped to his feet: "You are such a stubborn person, you can call me by my name? Hurry up, Ma Liu'er, and follow me to see me!" The master has something to ask you!"
Jia Heng's eyes turned cold, he held the book in one hand, walked up quickly, grabbed Lai Sheng's shirt front, lifted it up with one hand, and said in a cold voice: "You dog slave, there is no such thing as superior or inferior! I, the descendants of the Jia family, are called according to their seniority, and it looks like you are a dog slave here barking and barking!"
It's funny to say that Jia Heng asked him to go over and ask questions because of his identity.
Lai Sheng's face showed fear, because he was lifted off the ground at this moment, and he said with a serious expression: "What are you going to do? You... stop him quickly!"
Jia Heng shouted: "I'll help you improve your memory!"
As soon as he relaxed and let go, Lai Sheng fell to the ground and splashed with dust, and Jia Heng's right hand was already electric.
"Snapped……"
A big ear scraper was thrown out, and Lai Sheng said "Ouch", and his molars flew half a foot away with blood in his mouth. His face was swollen to the height of half a finger, and he looked at the murderous young man opposite him in confusion and anger.
"This..." Jia Rong's face changed drastically. Seeing this scene, she was dumbfounded, and her body trembled when she saw the pair of murderous eyes.
In his previous life, Jia Heng was on the southwest border defense, and he had really killed people. Normally, the wind was calm and the clouds were calm, and he didn't show it.
"Reverse, reverse!" Lai Sheng was almost blinded at the moment, so he didn't pay attention to Jia Heng's eyes. He covered his face and cursed at the stunned servants: "What are you doing standing there? Come on quickly."
The four servants behind him were about to rush forward when they reacted.
Jia Heng shouted coldly: "Let's see who dares to come forward! You and other dog slaves, which one dares? According to the "Han Law", if a slave beats the master's family and kills his relatives, he will behead! The injured person will be detained for five years, you and so on. The one who dares to step forward!"
In this era, the patriarchal society had a strict hierarchy of superiority and inferiority. The master basically didn't care if he beat his slave to death, but if the slave beat his master to death, it was treason.
Several servants looked fearful and looked at each other.
Lai Sheng flew into a rage and shouted: "That's bullshit Han law. I don't like this in Dongfu, so I'll beat him to death! It's mine to beat him to death!"
No wonder Lai Sheng, the two brothers of the Lai family, Lai Da and Lai Sheng, are the housekeepers of the West House and the housekeeper of the East House. They have many years of respectability.
Even Lai Shangrong of the Lai family donated an official position and was elected as the county magistrate.
What kind of dignity is this? Being rewarded by a Jia family member makes him fume with rage.
Upon hearing this, several servants looked at each other, gritted their teeth, raised their fists and rushed towards Jia Heng.
Jia Heng glanced at Lai Sheng coldly, knowing that he couldn't help it, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture.
Because he was holding Shi Wen in one hand at the moment, so naturally he could only stretch out one hand.
"boom……"
Tossing and turning, his body was like a swimming dragon, his big hands were raised, snapping sounds were heard endlessly, eight bloody molars flew out, and the four Ning Mansion servants fell to the ground groaning in pain, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere.
Jia Rong was stunned at this moment.
"Brother Rong."
"What a skill!" At this moment, there was a sound of applause in the distance, and I saw two riders riding by the road. Immediately sitting upright was a young and heroic young man wearing an arrow-sleeved warrior costume and a bow hanging behind him, followed by others. The second rider, obviously his disciple, was stroking his hands and smiling, looking at Jia Heng and the others curiously.
When Jia Rong saw the two of them, he felt as if he had found a savior and said: "Oh, brother, come and save me!"
It was none other than Feng Ziying, the son of Shenwu General Feng Tang.
Feng Ziying got off her horse, walked up to Jia Rong in two steps, and said with a smile: "Brother Jia Rong."
Jia Rong's face looked better, and she explained: "My father asked him to go over, and there was a conflict between words, so he took action."
After hearing this, Feng Ziying said with a smile: "I shouldn't say too much about the family affairs of your house. It's just that your house is different from other places. It doesn't look good to make such a big noise at the intersection of Ningrong Street."
While he was talking, people had gathered on three floors inside and three outside in the distance. They were all people outside Ningrong Street looking at Jia's Western scene.
Jia Rong looked bitter and said, "I don't know. It's just that the old man over there urged me to look for Jia Heng... When the old man asked me, I ran on both sides. If I can't call anyone back, I'll be beaten again." "
Feng Ziying pondered for a moment, clasped her fists towards Jia Heng, and said with a smile: "My lord, Feng Ziying, brother, you are facing the enemy with only one hand, what a handsome kung fu!"
Jia Heng took a look at Feng Ziying and saw that he had a broad face and gentle eyes. He was holding a book in one hand and put the other hand on his left wrist in a fist-cup gesture: "Brother Feng, Jia Heng is here to invite you."
Feng Ziying said with a smile: "A certain family was actually passing by. It turned out that he was going out to the city to hunt. Suddenly he saw his brother stretching out his hands, so he was very happy to see the hunting spirit. If there is anything rude, I still hope to see Haihan."
Jia Rong's face turned dark at the side, but it was hard to say anything. This was originally a matter of Jia's family, and it was not good for outsiders to interfere.
Feng Ziying said with a smile: "I just see that my brother is of noble character, and I don't want to say a word. People come and go in this place, so I don't have to look good on my face. If Brother Meng doesn't give up, please lend me a step and have a glass of wine. How about it?"
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Brother Feng, there is no need to have a drink. I have something else to do. If the clan leader is really called by the clan, please make another appointment."
He will go to the Jia Mansion, but not now. Once he enters the Ningguo Mansion, what if they plan to cause harm?
For example, suing him for molesting the patriarch's wife, well, this...
In this era, family laws and clan rules are deadly weapons.
Besides, why should he go to see Jia Zhen? If he wanted to see him, it was Jia Zhen who came to see him.
Seeing this, Feng Ziying couldn't help but try to persuade her. To put it bluntly, it was just an internal matter in the Ningguo Mansion. He was an outsider and couldn't say much.
Jia Heng held up his hands to Feng Ziying and said to Jia Rong: "Brother Rong, tell Brother Zhen that if you want to talk about things, don't send these unscrupulous slaves here. Besides, I won't go to your mansion except to worship ancestors at the end of the year." .”
With that said, he glanced at Jia Heng, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, and turned around to leave.
"Hey..." Jia Rong looked at Jia Heng who was walking away, then looked at the servant with a swollen face, and sighed.
Feng Ziying was watching Jia Heng's back from the side, with a strange color in her eyes.
