Huo Qiu was beaten up by Jia Lian and thrown into Nanchi. Naturally, for such a big incident, the Huo family's guards would return home to report and ask for help.
Jia Cong on the Yihong Tower was lying by the window and staring closely at the intersection leading to the Yihong Tower. Unfortunately, the food was all served, and not even the Huo family could be seen.
Jia Lian frowned and knocked on the table: "Brother Cong, come over for dinner. Everyone is beaten. If the Huo family doesn't come, won't it mean that people will laugh at the Huo family for not having the guts? Don't worry, they will definitely come."
Rub rub rub...
Jia Cong ran to Jia Lian and asked him: "Second brother, did you often fight before? I saw that you were very skilled when fighting. When Huo Qiu saw you, his eyes were filled with tears. Fear, have you beaten him before?"
This question really scratched Jia Lian's itch. Not to mention, Jia Lian had actually beaten Huo Qiu before, and it wasn't just Huo Qiu. He had beaten most of his contemporaries in the palaces of the Four Kings and Eight Dukes.
why? Beauty is a disaster!
Wang Xifeng, the eldest daughter of the Wang family, has been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have a brother like Wang Ren. I don't know what he was thinking, but he actually boasted that his sister was as beautiful as a fairy. This made these adolescent boys want to go to the Wang family to have a look.
At that time, there were close contacts in various houses, and many people were close friends with each other. As they went back and forth like this, almost everyone took a sneak peek or two at Wang Xifeng.
At this time, the Rongguo Mansion had already made a marriage contract with the Wang family for Jia Lian. They were childhood sweethearts, and their relationship quickly heated up.
One day at a banquet among nobles, someone mentioned Wang Xifeng to Jia Lian. He probably felt sad and was a little offended by Wang Xifeng's words. Therefore, Jia Lian showed the second master Lian's style to the outside world for the first time.
It is said that Mr. Lian fought against more than a dozen people by himself that day and beat these nobles with bruises all over their bodies so that they could no longer recognize their mothers when they returned home.
With this battle alone, no one in the elite circle in the capital dared to mention Wang Xifeng in front of Jia Lian. At the same time, Wang Xifeng became deeply in love and cared more and more about Jia Lian.
Six or seven years have passed since this incident, of course Jia Cong didn't know.
Jia Lian didn't explain too much, just nodded and said arrogantly: "I only beat about ten people, and Huo Qiu was one of them."
Good guy, you just beat up a dozen people!
Jia Cong was still asking, but unfortunately Jia Lian seemed to have scruples and didn't say anything more. Instead, he asked: "Brother Zhen, what do you think Uncle Jing will do?"
"Daddy means to remove Brother Zhen as the clan leader. Brother Rong is already twenty, so Ning Guo Mansion can be handed over to him."
Jia Cong's answer made Jia Lian a little worried. His cousin Jia Zhen was not a good person, and Jia Rong was as generous as his father.
How could he feel at ease when the patriarch of the Jia family was left to these two men? Does your father know about the bad things these two men did? It seems that there are some things that he still has to explain to his father.
Bah, bah, bah...
There was a chirping sound, and when Jia Lian came back to his senses, he looked down and saw that Jia Cong was already holding a chicken leg and chewing on it.
Considering that Jia Cong is loved by his father and is a popular person in front of His Majesty the Emperor, why not discuss with him and find a way to move the patriarch's position to the main room of Rongguo Mansion? It’s not as reliable to put it on others as it is on yourself!
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The brothers were enjoying their meal, but outside Yihonglou they were already surrounded by a group of armored soldiers.
After Mrs. Hu came out, she wanted to lift the person behind her and suppress the person coming, but she was slapped back by a middle-aged man.
He angrily scolded: "The Crown Prince of Nan'an has arrived. If you don't get out of here, don't dirty the Crown Prince's eyes!"
"Hey, Lao Zheng, how can you use your status to suppress others? My father has always taught us brothers not to rely on the power of the palace to bully good people. By doing this, aren't you going to ruin the reputation of our Nan'an palace?"
Madam Hu covered her face and looked at the speaker. She saw a young man, wearing a python robe embroidered with gold and silver threads, a gold crown and jade belt, and a valuable jade pendant tied around his waist, with the word Nan'an engraved on it.
This man had an extraordinary handsome face and was suave, but Madam Hu, who was used to seeing sophistication in people, was secretly wary.
Because she couldn't see any emotion in this young man's eyes. And every word he said was fished out of the ice cellar, making people shudder.
Madam Hu recalled what the owner behind her had said when she first took over Yihonglou last year: "Huo Lan, the prince of Nan'an, is fierce and cruel, and likes to eat people's hearts..."
The love for eating people's hearts is just a rumor, but one thing she is sure of is that Huo Lan kills people like crazy, and in a few days there will be people in the Nan'an Palace who will be tortured to death by Huo Lan and thrown into the incarnation field.
While Mrs. Hu was thinking wildly, Huo Lan lifted her chin with the paper fan in his hand, stared at her with a pair of ruthless and cold eyes and asked: "Is Jia Lian from Rongguo Mansion still up there?"
Snapped!
A half-eaten chicken leg hit Huo Lan on the head, answering this question for Madam Hu.
"Ah, my chicken legs!"
A childish cry made the stunned people look up and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy lying on the window edge of the third floor of the Red Building, stretching out his hand and calling out to Brother Chicken Legs.
"Your Majesty, this person is Jia Cong, the youngest son of Jia She of Rongguo Mansion!"
"Very good, very good, haha!"
Huo Lan elegantly wiped the oil stains on the top of her head with a silk handkerchief. She suppressed her nausea and glanced at the half chicken drumstick at her feet. She threw away the used silk handkerchief and smiled sinisterly.
"Very good, let's go, follow me up and see what kind of person this little Jia Qianhu who is all over the capital is!"
He raised his foot and kicked away half of the chicken leg at his feet, as if venting his anger. But as the chicken legs flew into Nanchi, Huo Lan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Snapped!
A stone bullet hit Huo Lan hard on the right shoulder, and he heard a complaint from above his head: "Oh, it missed!"
Huo Lan looked up and saw that it was the kid from Rongguo Mansion again.
This time he couldn't maintain his grace no matter what, and shouted angrily: "Jia Cong, you dare to hit me? Do you want to die?"
"So what if I hit you? Who told you to kick my chicken legs away!"
Jia Cong had already loaded the stone bullets again. As he spoke, he fully loaded the slingshot and aimed to fire. Unfortunately, this time someone blocked it for Huo Lan.
Huo Lan still doesn't understand that Jia Cong is looking for trouble, and the person behind it must be Jia Lian.
When he led people to the third floor, he saw two guards from the Rongguo Mansion standing at the door of the private room. In the private room, Jia Lian was drinking wine leisurely, and Jia Cong next to him had already climbed down from the window edge. , holding a chicken leg and gnawing.
Seeing the chicken drumstick in Jia Cong's hand, Huo Lan, who was already furious, flew into a rage. He grabbed a riding whip from the guard beside him and rushed in.
Contrary to what he expected, the guards of Rongguo Mansion seemed not to see him and allowed Huo Lan to rush in.
Huo Lan cursed angrily: "Little bastard of the Jia family, you are seeking death. How dare you offend me? You will definitely pay the price today!"
As he spoke, he picked up the whip and whipped it hard at Jia Cong. Jia Lian still drank the wine leisurely, but raised his head slightly and gave Huo Lan a sarcastic look.
On the other hand, Jia Cong stepped aside, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then slowly took it out from his chest. He raised something with his chubby hand, a golden light, auspicious clouds and a crouching dragon!
"Huo Lan, if you use force in front of Jin Ling, I think you are looking for death!"
