The noise was so loud that even the chaotic noise in Rongqing Hall could not be suppressed.

Jia She tilted his head and listened for a while: "What is going on in the serious yard?"

Jia Cong's six senses are far more sensitive than Jia She's.

I had long heard the sharp cries of Aunt Zhao, Jia Huan, mother and son.

Could it be that Jia Zheng is beating Jia Huan again?

Thinking of the redness, swelling and bruises on Jia Huan's face in the afternoon, she frowned.

This hypocrite is really worthy of the fact that Mother Jia gave birth to a son, and even acted like a monster in one place.

"Dad, come over and take a look."

Jia She walked towards the main entrance of the East Crossing Courtyard.

Sisters Sanchun, Li Wan, Wang Xifeng and others come and go from time to time in Rongqing Hall. Please say hello.

Jia Zheng is an adult man, so naturally it is not easy for him to enter and exit through the corner door next to Jia Mu's main house every day.

So after moving in, a new main entrance was opened on the east side of Rongqing Hall.

Now Jia She and Jia Cong are walking through this door.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw people in the courtyard, and it was very noisy.

Is this a person who just looks at other people’s lives that are worse than his own?

You will feel much better.

Of course the same is true for Jia She.

Especially when the anxious person was Jia Zheng, it made him feel even more at ease.

Jia She lowered his head and smiled mischievously at Jia Cong.

"Cong'er, let's go watch the fun!"

No wonder he started to have a heated argument with Jia Mu in Rongqing Hall, and the prude didn't even come over to pretend to be filial.

That’s right.

At this time, the whole courtyard is brightly lit.

Several young men held Jia Huan on the ground and beat him hard with their family skills.

"Master, I beg you, don't fight..."

"Huan'er will never dare to go out privately again..."

"He is still young, how can he bear such a heavy board..."

Aunt Zhao's hair was disheveled, her face was red, and she was half-kneeling on the ground.

He reached out to pull the hem of Jia Zheng's robe, and kept pleading.

Jia Zheng stood on the steps in front of the main house, his face gloomy and silent.

Seeing that Jia Zheng didn't speak, Aunt Zhao cried even harder.

"My poor son..."

Aunt Zhao got up and rushed towards Jia Huan!

Jia Zheng shouted: "Hold her! Don't let her pass!"

"This is only an embarrassing evil, it would not be a pity to kill it!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two stern women quickly came up and grabbed Aunt Zhao's arms, preventing her from getting even half a step closer to Jia Huan, who was being punished by the family.

"You guys, let me go quickly, I want to watch Huan'er..."

For a time, the scene was three times more chaotic than it was at the beginning.

Jia She saw that the French stick was as thick as a fist, and shouted in a deep voice: "Jia Anjiale! Take the stick!"

"Is this beating a son or interrogating a thief?!"

"That's nonsense!"

Jia Anjiale stepped forward and kicked some of the boys away, throwing the French stick aside.

Several young men looked up and saw Jia She, and quickly lowered their hands and stood in wait: "Master..."

The two women also quickly dragged the crying Aunt Zhao into the side room.

Although Jia Zheng's face was livid with anger, he had no choice but to step forward and say hello when he saw Jia She.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Jia She asked in a deep voice: "It's nothing, why do you want to use family law?"

Jia Zheng said angrily: "If you don't read this evil book well, you will just run around the courtyard and play like crazy. Testing his knowledge, he will not know nine out of ten questions."

"I beat him, but he still dared to go out without reporting!"

Jia She glanced at Jia Zheng and said calmly: "I took him out for a walk in the afternoon. Why didn't Huan'er tell you?"

"Are you going to hit him so hard?"

Jia Zheng's old face suddenly turned red.

In front of Jia She, how dare he tell the real reason why he took action against the family?

He felt that Jia Huan was not up to par in his studies and was unwilling to make progress. He was not even half as good as Jia Cong, who was also a concubine.

Today, with a red, swollen and bruised face, I followed Jia She out for a walk.

He felt more and more that Jia Huan had made him lose face in front of Jia She, so he ordered the young man to change the family law.

He said quietly: "Brother, did you really take him out?"

"I, I just think that evildoer is lying to me..."

Jia She sneered: "Lied to you?"

"Even if Huan'er lied, wouldn't you send someone to ask me?"

"Is this a big deal worth taking action against?"

After a pause, Jia She continued.

"A good son who was studying and making progress was forced to death by you."

"An old lady and Wang's poisonous woman teamed up to raise a useless snack."

"Do you want to kill even this one?"

Seeing Jia She mention Jia Zhu, Jia Zheng's expression changed drastically.

Just as Jia Hu is the unspeakable trauma in Jia She's heart, Jia Zhu is also the hidden pain that Jia Zheng cannot mention.

If it weren't for him, he always thought that Jia Zhu could surpass Jia Hu, the eldest son's legitimate son.

Since I was a child, he has forced me to keep the lights on at three o'clock and the chicken on the fifth o'clock. If I have a bad foundation, I will not leave so early.

After a long while, Jia Zhengcai sighed.

"Brother, as the ancients said, if a jade is not polished, it will become useless..."

Jia She was too lazy to pay attention to this stubborn, prude, and useless person.

Pointing in the direction of Rongqing Hall next door, he said calmly: "The old lady seemed to have fainted just now. Why don't you go and have a look?"

Jia Zheng suddenly became anxious, stamped his feet and said: "Mother, mother, what's wrong with her?!"

"Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

As he spoke, he lifted up his robe and rushed towards Rongqing Hall, but he didn't even glance at Jia Huan, who was beaten so weakly by him.

There is no trace of the caring feelings of a father.

Jia Cong frowned as he looked at Jia Zheng's running back.

Even if we have to rush to Jia's mother to pretend to be filial and hug her thighs, at least two people can arrange for two people to send Jia Huan back to the room to recuperate.

Just let a child of how old lie on the cold ground like this?

Personnel officer?

Jia Cong squatted in front of Jia Huan and asked softly: "Where was the damage? I will ask Qi Youlu to bring you medicine later."

"Brother Cong, my lower half hurts so much..."

Jia Huan sobbed and cried: "I don't know where the evil fire came from. I just came back and said a few words, and then he asked the young man to do something about the family..."

Jia Cong sighed, this child has a hard life.

Here is a dad who doesn’t know how to teach and is always fighting with sticks.

A girl who doesn’t know what is called, neither fish nor fowl.
To be continued...