The fact that the head of the Liao family was beaten quickly spread in Fengjing, and the two big, browned teeth were also presented to the Jiang family.
Although it was not clearly stated who was the culprit, there were only a few people in the Jiang family who could take action. As a direct nephew, Jiang Chengyuan was inevitably involved in the center of the storm.
Jiang Sheng felt a little guilty.
It's all because of her that today's situation is happening, and she shouldn't just sit idly by regardless of emotion or reason.
It happened that she hadn't visited her grandmother for a while, so she discussed it with Zheng Ruqian and personally brought two plates of lychee ice to the Jiang family.
Mrs. Jiang has one plate, and Jiang Chengyuan has one plate.
The idea was good, but when I actually arrived at Deren Hall, I only got a deep sigh, "Chengyuan is gone."
"Gone?" Jiang Sheng was shocked, "Where did he go? He was obviously still there yesterday."
Mrs. Jiang looked northwest, unable to tell whether she was satisfied or melancholy, "Go where he should go, where he should have gone a long time ago."
The children of the Jiang family started practicing martial arts at the age of three, entering the military camp at the age of five, killing Tartars at the age of nine, and officially leading the army in battle at the age of fifteen.
In contrast, Jiang Chengyuan was late.
But as long as the children of the Jiang family are willing to go to the battlefield, it will never be too late.
"Good girl, Cheng Yuan can't eat your lychee ice." Mrs. Jiang turned back, with mist in her eyes, "I just look forward to savoring it again on the day he returns in triumph."
The sword has no eyes and the battlefield is ruthless.
When fighting, who cares which family you are the son of, and who cares how many relatives are standing behind you, whether they are alive or dead, injured or bleeding.
No one knows whether Jiang Chengyuan can come back from the border, and no one knows whether he will grow into a famous general or turn into a piece of loess and remain silent forever in the northern border.
But the family will always pray sincerely, looking forward to his triumph and return.
Jiang Sheng put down the lychee ice and thought of his third brother who had been separated for a long time, and the tip of his nose began to turn red.
"It would be great if there was no war." She whispered, "It would be great if there was peace in the world."
"Yes, yes." Mrs. Jiang stroked her black hair and murmured softly.
Jiang Chengyuan was not here, and the two plates of lychee ice would definitely be too much to eat. Tan Yue picked out one plate and sent the little maid to send it to the west courtyard. The rest was left to soften and fed to Mrs. Jiang patiently and carefully.
Old people can't always eat too cold, so Mrs. Jiang waved her hand and refused after just two meals, asking Tan Yue to take it down and share it with the maids and boys.
"I'm too old to have ice." She chuckled, with memories in her eyes, "When I was your age, I would eat whole bowls of Sushan ice cheese. My nanny was very worried. You have to take half of it away from me, for fear of getting abdominal cramps after eating it."
Jiang Sheng nodded beside him.
Yes, yes, Aunt Zhang is like this. She restrains her every time and doesn't give her too much food.
It turns out that it's not Xiao Jiang Sheng who is greedy, but all the girls who are favored are like this.
"Actually, young people are very angry, so it's okay to eat more ice, as long as it's not excessive." Mrs. Jiang said slowly, "When you get older, you really can't eat what you want, and you can't drink what you want."
Jiang Sheng nodded vigorously again.
Yes, yes, these words really speak to my heart.
She was thinking about how to tell Aunt Zhang tactfully when a hurried report came from outside. Tan Yue swallowed the lychee ice in her mouth in three or two mouths, wiped the corners of her mouth and came in to report, "Old madam, girl, Xiaoqiu is delivering lychee ice to the west courtyard. At that time, I saw Madam making a lot of noise in the west courtyard."
Xiaoqiu is the little maid who is a bit talkative.
"Madam, she seems to be looking for the eldest son." Tan Yue spoke cautiously.
Jiang Sheng was stunned again.
Why didn't Jiang Chengyuan notify Mr. Liao when he left? Does this count as absconding out of fear of crime?
"She actually went to the second room to make trouble?" Mrs. Jiang was furious and stood up tremblingly, "Does this Mr. Liao really have no face at all?"
Tan Yue didn't dare to answer, and Jiang Sheng just supported her silently.
The three of them rushed to the west courtyard quickly.
Jiang Liao was standing in the middle of the courtyard and asked one word at a time, "I know that Jiang Chengyuan has been living in the second house during this time. I just want to know now, where has he gone? Where is he?"
Jiang Chengfeng wanted to stand up and reply, but Mrs. Jiang Er stopped him.
"Auntie, you are looking in the wrong place." Jiang Chengyu put his hands on his hips, "If you are not looking for your son at home, why are you coming to our west courtyard?"
Jiang Liao suppressed her anger, "I know he is here. Don't cover up for him. Now Fengjing is talking about him beating his own uncle. He should stand up regardless of circumstances and reasons, instead of hiding and being a coward!"
Rumors can't kill anyone, and the Jiang family can keep Jiang Chengyuan alive, but his reputation is his own, and so is his own path.
As a mother, she cannot let her child ruin her future because of anger.
"But auntie." Jiang Chengyu said quickly, "Aren't all the rumors spread by your Liao family?"
Jiang Liao's eyes turned red and his movements froze.
Mrs. Jiang Er covered her daughter's mouth with a look of helplessness.
Although the rumor was spread by the Liao family, it was true that Jiang Cheng wanted to beat his own uncle, and it was not wrong for the Liao family to want him to stand up and take responsibility.
But the problem is, there is really no one hiding in the second room.
Mr. Jiang is already on his way to Northern Xinjiang.
"Mother, tell auntie, tell her the truth." Jiang Chengyu shouted vaguely.
Mrs. Jiang Er gritted her teeth and looked helpless.
"What truth?" Jiang Liao became alert, "What happened to Chengyuan? How is he?"
Seeing that Jiang Chengfeng couldn't bear it anymore, he told the truth.
Mrs. Jiang came late and said in a loud voice, "He's gone."
Jiang Liao turned around suddenly.
"He is no longer in Fengjing. He left overnight last night." Mrs. Jiang stepped forward to be the bad guy, "You can't find him."
As expected, Liao's mood collapsed.
She was shocked, disappointed, and worried, "Where has he gone? Is he hiding like this just for the sake of beating people? He hasn't given an explanation to the Liao family yet, and he hasn't told me yet." Mother, tell me!"
To hide when something happens is indeed not the temperament a mature man should have.
The one who was beaten was brother Liao. It was reasonable for her to feel resentful and want to resolve the conflict between the two parties.
If Jiang Cheng is willing to go not to Northern Xinjiang, but to Anshui County, or to any place for sightseeing, his moral character will plummet and he will be unable to handle important tasks.
Fortunately, fortunately.
Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath and uttered two words in Liao's tearful eyes, "Northern Xinjiang."
