"Master Hou, Luo Ying retires!"
In the hall of Zhenwu Hou Mansion, Luo Ying left under the guidance of Qiu Tianhai, and the atmosphere in the hall immediately became subtle.
Jiang Shirong is as deep as the sea and as stable as Mount Tai.
The eldest lady's face was gloomy, her eyes fixed on her toes. There were still water stains and tea leaves on the shoes that were embroidered with silk brocade patterns that had not yet dried up.
Mrs. Ning on the side was like an ant on a hot pot. Her eyes were darting around, and her plump butt almost smoothed the pattern on the chair.
Jiang Li has Princess Yunle as his backer, and Yao'er is in danger!
"Come here, bring me this traitor Jiang Xuanyao!"
Jiang Shirong suddenly spoke, breaking the subtle atmosphere of silence in the hall for a long time.
Ning made a "squeak" sound and slipped directly from the chair to the ground as if she had no bones.
"Father, I was wronged. Don't listen to Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin's nonsense. They are both my concubine's sons. How can they tell the truth!"
Not long after, Jiang Xuanyao cried and was escorted in. He knelt down in the hall with a plop, crying, "Father, you know me. I have been taught by my father since I was a child. I have studied the books of sages and understand the principles of a gentleman. I have always abided by the nurturing of my character, and I didn’t even take too much from the maids in my own room, how could I covet the maids in Jiang Li’s room!”
"Xuan Yao, when did I tell you that you coveted the maid next to Jiang Li? I didn't even ask you a question, but you didn't do it yourself. You can't keep your composure, what big things can you accomplish in the future!"
Jiang Shirong was angry that he didn't fight, and reprimanded him sternly: "I, Jiang Shirong's son, have the guts to do it but don't have the guts to admit it? Do you really think that your father doesn't know anything?"
"Heita, bring Taoist Jiu up here!" Jiang Shirong shouted out of the hall.
"Here"
The ground trembled slightly, and a nine-foot-tall iron tower figure with a skin as dark as black coal strode in.
His blood was strong, and his whole body seemed to be burning, steaming with heat. His big hand like a cattail leaf fan held a skinny old Taoist wearing silk robes.
The old man's face was withered and yellow, his hair was messy, his chest was stained with blood, and blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears, and he was seriously injured.
"What a strong spirit!"
The iron-tower-like figure walked past Jiang Li, and his blood was almost solid, making Jiang Li feel breathless.
This person is at least a master of martial arts in the Ten Thousand Master Realm.
"Master Hou, Master Jiu is here!"
Heita threw Master Jiu to the ground, walked to the side and stood firmly, like a sculpture.
"Mr. Marquis, please forgive me. Everything was the Ninth Young Master's idea. I just obeyed the Second Madam's order and obeyed the Ninth Young Master's instructions. The bandits and the servants in the mansion were also arranged by Senior Brother Xiaodao!"
Taoist Jiu escaped from the suppression range of the black tower's blood energy. His soul relaxed and he threw himself directly in front of Jiang Shirong, begging for mercy: "As long as Lord Marquis spares my life, I am willing to die as a soldier for Lord Marquis and serve him for the rest of my life!" "
"Master Jiu, what are you talking about!"
Jiang Xuanyao couldn't help being shocked and angry when he saw that Taoist Jiu didn't fight against himself. If his father Jiang Shirong hadn't been present, he would have smashed every bone of Taoist Jiu on the spot.
"Ninth Young Master, it's already come to this time, why are you denying it? What kind of person the Marquis is, how could you not know that there is nothing in the world that can be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Marquis!"
Taoist Jiu cursed his stupidity in his heart and lay motionless on the ground.
"Father!"
Jiang Xuanyao suddenly woke up. Jiang Shirong was in charge of the military department and had great power. The entire Shengjing was under his control. How could the affairs in the Hou Mansion really be hidden from him.
What's more, what happened that day was very big and had already spread in Shengjing. It was impossible for Jiang Shirong not to notice it.
"Father, please forgive me. It was lard that clouded my mind, and I committed the crime of brotherly fratricide. But it was also my fifteenth brother who committed a murder in my courtyard, hurt my maid, and lost my face. That's why I hired him." Harsh.
"I didn't want to kill him, I just punished him a little and taught him a lesson. What happened next was all the actions of the bandits and slaves. They wanted to use this to make me happy, which was not my original intention!"
While Jiang Xuanyao cried and confessed, he crawled to Jiang Li's feet and tried to hug Jiang Li's calf. He cried sincerely, "Fifteenth brother, you and I are brothers whose blood is thicker than water!"
"Brother Ninth, you don't have to ask me, everything is up to my father!"
Jiang Li moved his steps calmly and avoided Jiang Xuanyao's palm. He was now a warrior in the Tai Chi realm. If Jiang Xuanyao touched his body, he would definitely find out his current level of strength.
When leaving Prince Yiyong's Mansion, Jiang Li had asked Luo Ying to tell the story of the deaths of the bandits on the snow and Ya Laodao, saying that Princess Yunle had sent people to guard them secretly.
His strength is too weak now, and it has not yet reached the moment of full display.
"Father, my fifteenth brother has forgiven me. To make up for today's mistakes, I am willing to give everything I have to compensate Jiang Li. If he needs it, I will not refuse him!" Jiang Xuanyao begged.
"Master Hou, Yao'er is young and this is his first offence. Please spare him once!"
Mrs. Ning also knelt on the ground miserably, and began to cry in a soft voice: "Seeing that I have served you wholeheartedly on New Year's Eve and given birth to two sons and two daughters for Mr. Hou, Mr. Hou is unfailingly merciful. !”
"Yao'er, it is a grave sin for brothers to kill each other. Death is not a pity!"
Jiang Shirong said coldly: "If Jiang Li and Xuanxin's lives were not in danger, I would have killed you six days ago with my own hands. However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. Black Tower dragged him down and gave him thirty sticks! "
"Father!"
Jiang Xuanyao was startled when he heard this, and looked at Heita striding towards him, his eyes almost bulging out of fear.
Heita is Jiang Shirong's bodyguard. He is simple-minded but extremely talented and powerful. His stick can shatter an iron rod as thick as a bowl.
If he really received thirty strokes, it would be even more miserable than death.
However, Heita didn't give Jiang Xuanyao a chance to plead for mercy. He pinched Jiang Xuanyao's neck and walked out of the hall like dragging a struggling pig or dog.
Bang
Bang
Bang
Soon there was a muffled sound that was heard outside, and Jiang Xuanyao screamed three times, hoarse at the top of his lungs.
The fourth time the stick went down, there was no sound from Jiang Xuanyao.
"Master Hou, this will kill Yao'er!"
Ning didn't care about her fear at this time. She crawled in front of Jiang Shirong, hugged his thighs, and screamed pitifully: "Master Hou, the martial arts competition will be held in six months. Yao'er is bound to win. I want to be the master of the Marquis." Glory, if these thirty sticks are used, Yao'er will really be crippled!"
"Master Marquis, Yao'er made a big mistake and deserves to be punished. However, our Great Zhou Martial Arts Championships are only held every five years. If Yao'er misses this time, he will never have another chance. Everything is based on the overall situation!"
He Loushi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked for mercy for some unknown reason.
"That's all, let the Black Tower drag Yao'er in!"
Jiang Shirong pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Master Marquis, Heita only struck ten sticks. Mr. Yao is so thin that he fainted after the third stroke!"
Heita dragged Jiang Xuanyao into the hall, leaving a long blood trail on the soft carpet.
Jiang Xuanyao's face was pale and bloodless, and his lower body was even more bloody and miserable.
Where is the high-spirited and aggressive attitude that he had when he oppressed Jiang Li before?
"My Yao'er!"
Ning screamed and rolled onto Jiang Xuanyao's body. A pair of vicious and malicious eyes, like two sharp swords coated with poison, shot towards Jiang Li fiercely.
