Chapter 110: The young man’s passion eventually becomes a pillar
The person who ran back to Zheng's house to report the news claimed to be Zheng Ling's friend and said that he and Zheng Ling were playing in the countryside together and were intercepted and beaten by villagers for no reason.
This man was covered in wounds, with a bloody hole on his head.
Thanks to the child's good luck, his head was not damaged and he managed to hold on until Zheng's house before he collapsed.
Zheng Ling's grandmother Cai was so frightened that she almost crawled from Zheng's house to Jiang's house next door.
As soon as Zongjun came back from seeing off Su Yu, he saw Cai coming in from a side door, with a pale face and shouting for help. As he said this, he was about to kneel down, but was stopped by Zongjun.
When Jiang He arrived, the matter had already been clarified.
Zheng Ling and his friends were hunting near the village and shot an arrow through Li Long's villagers surrounded him to demand justice, but he instead said that the people there deserved to die.
The villagers had never seen such unreasonable people, and they suddenly became angry and started fighting with Ling's friends found an opportunity to escape, but Zheng Ling did not leave and was beaten until he was almost unrecognizable.
Zong Jun's face was covered with sweat as he listened to the villagers talking about the matter.
"Why are you so naughty!"
He raised his foot to kick Zheng Ling, but saw that the child was already bruised and swollen, which was very he could only retract his legs and stamp his feet heavily on the ground.
"Losing money! Losing money!"
The villagers gathered around him and did not take these people from the city seriously.
There was chaos all around. Seeing that Jiang He didn't intend to reveal his identity, Su Yu stepped forward and prepared to take out his famous post.
Using his status as the commander of the guard army to suppress these rural unruly people is really he is also half of Zheng Ling's master. If something happens, he can't just sit idly by.
At this moment, Jiang He raised his foot and crossed over to Su Yu, and said, "How much compensation do you have to pay?"
Her voice was clear and clear, and although her face was obscured by a veil made of gauze, she could still see her beauty.
The villagers were silent, and someone said a price.
It's quite reasonable.
"Give it to him." Jiang He said.
Her voice was light and gentle, and no emotion could be heard.
It's like buying a piece of cloth in the market, falling in love with it, and telling the servant to pay for it.
Zong Jun immediately stepped forward to hand over the money. The people inspected the coins carefully and then nodded and dispersed.
"You are not allowed to come to our village to hunt in the future! Otherwise, I will beat you once I see you!" They said threatening words, but no one dared to take action again.
Jiang He thanked Su Yu and took Zheng Ling back.
Mrs. Cai was waiting in the courtyard of Jiangzhai. When she saw Zheng Ling being helped out of the carriage, she immediately started crying.
She held Zheng Ling's arm and cried heartbrokenly.
"My poor grandson! When did you suffer such a crime! Who killed it? Let grandma see it. Grandma will apply medicine on you, and grandma will call a doctor for you. My grandson..."
"Take Granny Cai back." Jiang He walked into the front hall slowly, and when he came out, he was holding a wooden stick in his hand.
Cai was about to take Zheng Ling away, but found that the girls who came over were only pulling her, while Jiang He was holding a stick in his hand.
"Your Highness!" Cai's knees softened and she knelt down, "If Ling'er makes a mistake, hit me and scold me! Don't hit my grandchildren! Zheng Ling! Run!"
Zheng Ling stood stubbornly in the yard, head lowered, motionless.
There was a cold and stern look in Jiang He's eyes, so terrifying that it was difficult for gods and ghosts to approach him.
That's it.
Zheng Xinguan has been away building canals all year round, leaving his son at home.
The child's mother died early, so he was spoiled by his grandmother and became arrogant and domineering.
In fact, when Zheng Xinguan left, Jiang He did not see him for the last time, nor was he entrusted by him to take care of his Jiang He's guilt and sense of responsibility prevented her from allowing the child to grow crooked.
"All go out."
The guards and servants standing in the yard quickly left. Cai was so worried that she fainted from fear, and was helped by the girls to go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment.
"Kneel down." Her voice was not loud, but it carried a power that could not be refuted.
"Why -" Zheng Ling's voice was stuck in his throat. Jiang He had already hit him in the leg with a stick, knocking him to the ground.
He didn't beg for mercy, he just grunted.
Jiang He's wooden stick hit Zheng Ling's thigh.
"I'll beat you for being disrespectful to your teachers and skipping classes; I'll beat you for being unfilial to your parents and showing bad character; I'll beat you for causing trouble and bullying others; I'll beat you..."
Zheng Ling gritted his teeth and endured the pain again and again.
What he had just suffered in the village was just a superficial wound, but Jiang He's stick hurt his bones and almost shattered his internal organs.
But with the last stick, Jiang He didn't fall.
She paused in mid-air, as if she had forgotten how to scold, and seemed to be so angry that she lost her Ling's eyes were fixed on the ground. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly saw two drops of tears falling on the bluestone slab, moistening a large piece of green apricot.
He wanted to raise his head but didn't dare. He felt as if his heart was being grabbed, his soul was floating weakly, and his heart was beating like a drum.
Did she cry?
She was so powerful that she was so angry that she cried.
"Zheng Ling," Jiang He said slowly with a choked voice, "do you know how many people wanted but didn't have the time you wasted wantonly? Some people wanted to see the people on both sides of the canal become prosperous, but he died; Some people wanted to wait for the unification of the Nine Provinces to end the war, but he died; some people just wanted to be a small official in the world to protect their family from being bullied, but he also died."
Jiang He took a deep breath and tears fell in clusters: "There is a person who has been thinking about how to make the world peaceful since he was very young. He sleeps all night for this, endures humiliation for this, and wanders around the world for this. Finally he sees a little bit. I hope that I will finally have the opportunity to go to the battlefield in person and be invincible, but he is also about to die..."
The wooden stick held by Jiang He fell to the ground and rolled in front of Zheng Ling.
She turned around and walked into the courtyard. Her white plain clothes stopped in front of the steps, and her voice returned to her cold voice: "This is a relic left by your father, and you will keep it from now on. Mr. Zheng is dedicated to the people, and I respect him. Therefore, I bind you. It’s just this once, if you do it again, I will definitely not forgive you!”
Zheng Ling lay on the ground and did not move.
After a long time, his eyes moved away from the string of tears on the bluestone slab and landed on the wooden stick covered with graduated lines.
——"Dad, what is this?" He still remembered that when he was very young, he sat on his father's lap and watched his father draw lines on the wooden stick.
"The water detecting stick can tell the depth of the water. Put half of the bamboo tube underneath and bring up the mud. Dad will know what kind of mud is underneath and whether there is sand or not."
"Dad, please go out and play with me."
"Ling'er goes out to play. Dad will be busy for a while." His father moved him off his lap without raising his head.
There is only one day when his father will be with was because he was sick, or he went out to cause trouble and was father often held him in his arms, comforted him, fed him medicinal soup, and coaxed him to sleep.
Those days will never happen again.
Zheng Ling raised his head and saw Jiang He disappearing deep into the corridor.
Her figure was so thin and sad, as if all the sadness in the world was hidden in her heart.
Zheng Ling raised her hand and hit herself on the face, causing tears to flow from the pain.
Never again.
The father who cared for him when he was growing up was gone, and he was no longer a child.
He still didn't understand why his father valued Qu Shui more than his family, but Zheng Ling felt that that matter was no longer important.
He now wanted to understand Jiang He's sadness.
I want her to be happy.
"Check it out."
In the evening, I went to Zongjun in the small village again and brought the results of the investigation.
This is because after Jiang He beat Zheng Ling, he felt that the child would not want to kill someone for no reason, so he asked Zongjun to check again.
Jiang He, who was eating, put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked, "What?"
"As His Highness thought, there was something fishy." Zong Jun said, "These two children were indeed hunting next to the village, but the village chief did not do anything good either. He took a passing woman and forcibly had sex, and was killed by Zheng Ling shot an arrow in the thigh. The woman ran away, the children had no witnesses, and the chief wanted to extort money, and that's what happened next. But even if the two children were beaten, there was no mention of the woman being bullied."
"Did the chief admit it?" Jiang He finally had a smile in his eyes.
"Admitted it." Zongjun nodded.
"Is His Highness's money coming back?" Cai Ling, a little girl on the side, said quickly, making Jiang He laugh.
"By the way, where is the money I lost?"
Seeing that the atmosphere finally eased, Zong Jun took out the money, shook it and said, "One cent is a lot. I'm afraid that throwing him into the Yamen will damage the woman's reputation, so I simply cut off his future thoughts with a knife."
Cai Ling rubbed her head and asked, "What are future thoughts?"
Zongjun realized that he had made a mistake, pursed his lips and lowered his head, not daring to say another word.
His face turned red, and he was even more embarrassed.
Jiang He had already solemnly nodded: "That's right. If I had known this earlier, I would have given Zheng Ling another beating! Go and tell him that next time you see something like this happen, remember not to use arrows, but to use a knife." .”
"No." Zong Jun retreated, and Jiang He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Zheng's house.
Although he is naughty, the young man is passionate and will eventually become a pillar.
When the first snow fell in early winter, Zhao Yuxue, the princess of Zhao State, arrived.
She has a slender figure and good looks, with eyebrows and apricot is one year younger than Jiang He, which adds to his innocence.
In order to express their closeness, the Yongwang family held a banquet.
Jiang He didn't go because he got a medical classic.
But people who were lucky enough to attend the banquet said that Zhao Yuxue performed a dance for Zhao Zheng, which made everyone in the hall fascinated.
"Is Your Majesty also drunk?" Jiang He raised his head and asked after reading the last word of the book.
(End of this chapter)