The second day at the Jingguo Palace was particularly lively.
Main hall in the front yard.
Rong Yanbo did not go to the military camp early this morning. As soon as he went to Shou'an Hall to greet Cao, he asked his personal guards to bring the second son.
"Be gentle, the second young master's leg is not healed yet..."
Yesterday, Rong Yanbo brought his son back to his house and immediately started the family law. However, the people in the front yard went to the back in time to notify Luo Shi.
Luo Shi and others hurriedly arrived, and after kneeling down and crying and begging, Rong Ying was carried back to her yard with only two hits on the board.
But Rong Yanbo's anger would not disappear like this.
"Stop, it hurts me to death!"
The personal guards always only obeyed orders from Rong Yanbo, so whether it was Luo Shi's pleas or Rong Ying's angry shouts, they turned a deaf ear.
"Ah...it hurts..."
In the main hall, Rong Ying was pressed to her knees on the ground and immediately let out a howl.
Rong Yanbo, who was sitting in the seat, was already angry. Hearing the howling, he became even more upset and was about to step forward and kick him.
"Master Guo, please spare Ying'er this time. Ying'er's leg injury hasn't healed yet. She got hit last night and offended Master Guo. She felt regretful all night last night and didn't even dare to sleep!"
As soon as Rong Yanbo walked in front of Rong Ying, he was hugged by the crying Luo Shi.
"Father, my son has realized his mistake. My son will never dare to do it again. I beg my father to spare my son this time!"
Rong Ying was reminded by her own mother, and she hurriedly endured the pain in her legs and kowtowed on the ground to admit her mistake.
He has mediocre intelligence and only wants to have fun, but fortunately he is obedient and is usually an obedient son in front of Rong Yanbo.
"Come here, pass the military stick!"
Rong Yanbo ignored the two of them this time and shouted outside the door.
"Father, father..."
Rong Ying himself had never been hit by a military stick, but he saw Rong Jiu being hit by one once. Although he was gloating at the time, he also saw how powerful the military stick was.
If this military stick falls on him, it will hurt him to death.
In fear, Rong Ying cried and grabbed the corners of Rong Yanbo's robe, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, Lord, please spare Ying'er. Ying'er is weak and can't stand the military stick!"
Luo Shi cried softly, lowering his head slightly, frowning a little, and deliberately tilted his head to the left when speaking.
With this profile and an expression that looked very much like that of Rong Yanbo's deceased first wife, she tried this trick over and over again and it always worked.
"Hmph, you gave birth to a good son who is so bold and arrogant, yet he still has the nerve to plead for mercy in front of me!"
But this time, Luo Shi miscalculated, because Rong Yanbo was so angry about Wu Shi San that he didn't notice her behavior at all.
He raised his foot and kicked Rong Ying in the heart.
"Ying'er!"
When Luo Shi saw his son falling to the ground, clutching his heart, he was so frightened that he crawled over on his hands and feet.
Her fourth son died in infancy, and Rong Ying was her only hope. If something happened, all her plans would be in vain.
"My lord, the outside is ready!"
At this moment, the guard who had just left came into the room and knelt down on one knee to report.
"Drag the person out and beat him with twenty army sticks!"
"yes!"
The sergeant at the door was ordered to step forward and pull Luo Shi away, dragging Rong Ying out.
"Father, have mercy on me, father have mercy on me..."
Rong Yanbo finally stopped using his kick, so Rong Ying still had the strength to cry.
I immediately remembered the banging sound outside the door.
Rong Ying could still scream out with the first two or three sticks, but by the time seven or eight sticks were used, the person was already half-conscious and dead.
"I beg you, Lord, to spare Ying'er for the sake of the fact that I only have one son left!"
"I'm Wei Fubo. I didn't protect the Fourth Young Master back then. Now I only have one son, Ying'er, by my side. Please ask the Duke to show mercy to me this time!"
Luo Shi knelt in front of Rong Yanbo and begged.
When the fourth son who died in infancy was mentioned, Rong Yanbo's expression condensed for a moment, and when the military stick in the guard's hand was raised again, he raised his hand.
The guards received the signal and stepped aside.
"Ying'er, wake up! Ying'er..."
Luo Shi stumbled onto his son, almost crying to death.
"Go and ask the government doctor to come to the Second Young Master's courtyard!"
"From today on, Rong Ying is not allowed to step out of the house without my permission!"
Rong Yanbo looked at the mother and son on the ground, said angrily, threw up his sleeves and walked back.
That's the way to the back house.
Luo Shi bit his lip secretly, but his son's injury was more important, so he called his servants to carry a rattan stool and take his son back to his yard.
"Madam, the Duke is here!"
In the main courtyard, Gu Yunqing was leaning on the floor, frowning as he listened to Qin's mother say something. The little maid outside had already drawn up the curtain.
After a while, a tall and solemn figure appeared in the room.
"Everyone get out!"
As soon as Rong Yanbo sat on a chair in the hall, he coldly waved away the people in the room.
"yes!"
Biyun and Bixiao glanced at their wives worriedly and then withdrew.
"Why didn't Mr. Guo go to the military camp today? Why did he come to my place when he had time?"
Gu Yunqing was wearing a homely traditional skirt, covered with a wide-sleeved shirt with a white ground and painted silk, and slowly stood up from the couch, looking graceful and elegant.
"Why, I can't come to this courtyard!"
Rong Yanbo gets angry every time he sees Gu Yunqing's careless look.
"I don't dare. It's just that the Duke of the State never comes to my door for anything. I might annoy you with my words later, so I'd better ask first!"
Gu Yunqing did not sit on the chair next to Rong Yanbo, but chose the chair below to sit. The two were far apart.
"There was a banquet held in the mansion a few days ago. What did you think of Rong Ying's wedding?"
Rong Yanbo snorted coldly and asked.
"Did the Duke ask this to the wrong person?"
Gu Yunqing chuckled.
"You are the mistress of the house. If I don't ask you about this, who can I ask?"
Rong Yanbo scolded him with his eyes wide open.
"The chrysanthemum appreciation banquet that day was all arranged by Luo Shi from the post to the banquet arrangements, but I didn't have any involvement in it. Which girl did I like? I should go there and ask, otherwise I would have to ask my mother. OK!"
"That day, my mother was with Aunt Luo and her daughter. I was busy greeting the distinguished guests and had no time to interrupt!"
Gu Yunqing continued speaking calmly.
At this time Biyun came in with a tea cup.
Rong Yanbo was so angry that he smacked his head and swept the tea cup to the ground.
"My lord, please forgive me!"
Biyun was so frightened that she fell to her knees.
"If you go out, you won't even be able to offer tea!"
Naturally, Gu Yunqing would not let Rong Yanbo take out his anger on his personal maid, so he scolded her first.
Biyun lowered his body and retreated.
Rong Yanbo's face turned pale as he cursed.
"Rong Ying is not young. If you don't succeed, I have a school lieutenant who happens to have a daughter at home who is about the same age. Please prepare yourself and ask someone to propose marriage tomorrow!"
After hearing this, Gu Yunqing looked a little surprised. The school captain was only a sixth grade. With Luo's ability to act coquettishly, how could he let his son get such a marriage?
