Cheng Jia did what he said, so he went to find Han Bian the next day, and walked around the place where it was said to be taken out a few times. Go to the water pavilion to rub the piano, rub the fragrance and tea, and take away the more delicious snacks that the more you make, the more delicious you will be.
After such a few days, Alan asked Ling Qingyu very puzzled, didn't you say that Mr. Zhu said that you wanted you to win over this talented Cheng Jiacheng? Why do you ridicule him every day and treat him as a busker? Shouldn't you coax him to flatter him and treat him tenderly? Tenderness and sweetness may be wrong, but at least you should learn from me. Even if you don't understand what he plays, you should applaud immediately to express your admiration
Ling Qingyu thought about it for a long time, then Fang replied, this is really a habit, he just looks like a lowly person.
After running around Dingguo's mansion for a few days, Cheng Jia was called to the study by his father as soon as he came home.
What the two father and son said in the study, I don't know about the desk, I only know that a lot of things were smashed inside. When my son came out, there were two palm prints on his face, several footprints on his clothes, and even the corners of his mouth. Bloodshot, and then I heard the master roar: "If you are still stubborn, get out of here!"
The book case was still trembling, so my young master went back to his room to change clothes, and then left without looking back. He didn't even bring any of his servants with him, so he just left.
"Cheng Jia!" Ling Qingyu hugged the person who fainted at her just after meeting, and screamed.
Seeing that there was no one behind him, and that the body he was holding was scalding hot, Ling Qingyu kindly did not throw him out, but could only help him to lie down on the soft couch, and then looked at the man with his mouth open. Alan said: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and see, if you die here, you won't be able to tell."
"Oh!" Alan hadn't woken up from the words of Cheng Jia, who was wearing two palm prints, smiling like an angel when he saw Ling Qingyu and said that I was kicked out by my father and there is no place to live, so please take me in. Shaking his head in confusion, Fang took his hand to feel his pulse.
Sensing the pulse, Alan frowned and went to untie his collar. Ling Qingyu hurriedly blocked her and said, "Alan, we can't take advantage of other people's danger. If you want to solve it, you can go to a place where no one is there at night."
Alan glared at her, and said, "I have to see his injury." Pushing away Ling Qingyu's hand, he untied the thin summer shirt, and saw a few scars printed on the upper body's white skin, which was as white as fine suet white jade. A purple-black footprint.
"It's really cruel, this man kicked it." Alan shook his head and put his clothes on first, and said: "He should have suffered from a serious illness when he was young, lost his body, and then never got recuperation, let alone this man uses his brain I moved too much, hurt my energy, and my health was not good, but I was kicked too hard, so I have to give birth for a while."
"He just said he was kicked out by his father?" Ling Qingyu looked at Alan and asked.
"Well, he said he had nowhere to go and asked you to take him in. Could it be that his father kicked him? What a cruel father? Such a good son, is he willing to kick him?" Alan sighed.
"His father is Cheng Xiang..."
"Pretend I didn't say anything!" Alan put down Cheng Jia's hand and said, "What do you say? Should I keep it or not? If I keep it, I'll go get the medicine."
"What if I say not to stay?" Ling Qingyu said hesitantly. Seeing Alan staring directly at him, it was written in your eyes that you should win him over and trick him into working for you. You gave up such a good opportunity, are you a pig
"Well, anyway, the Jianjia Courtyard has already been tidied up." Seeing Alan's eyebrows curled up with a smile, Ling Qingyu said: "I will leave the responsibility of taking care of it to you!"
A wall has already been built between the part of the Jianjia courtyard and the main courtyard here, and two separate entrances and exits have been opened, just like they were separated from Dingguogong's mansion. When Han Bian came back that day, Hearing the news, he sighed and moved into the Jianjia Courtyard, so Cheng Jia was just staying with a friend, and had nothing to do with Mrs. Dingguo.
Cheng Xiang, who received the news at night, sat alone in the study for a long time, and finally sent a book case to send the luggage together with Cheng Jia's official uniform to Jianjiayuan.
"What exactly do you want?" Han Bian looked at Cheng Jia, who was leaning on the bed with a pale face, and said with a dark expression.
"Don't you also want to borrow my strength?" Cheng Jia said with a faint smile: "Han Bian, I want to ask, what do you want to do? The things that Bianjing is now spreading have happened before, but why are they concentrated in Come out this time? You used to avoid Bianjing, Yang Zhao died unjustly, and she hated it too late. Why did you go to Bianjing to develop and open more and more shops in Bianjing? Yan, who used to be inseparable from her Seven Shadows Thirteen, what are they doing? She used to look down on those scholars the most, but now she actually wants to join the circle of scholars, Han Bian, tell me, what does she want to do?"
"Are you arguing with your father about this kind of thing?" Han Bian frowned and asked.
Cheng Jia shook his head lightly, and said, "I told my father that I only want to marry one woman in this life, and that is Yang Zhao's widow."
Han Bian stared at him dumbfounded for a while, then said, "Are you crazy?" No wonder your father beat you! I'll beat you up too!
"I'm not crazy, Han Bian. I also thought about marrying a woman of the right family, just like my father's friends, who treat each other with respect and respect, and live like this for the rest of my life." Cheng Jia smiled wryly, and said, "But I can't do it. After my father told me who he liked, I definitely wanted to take a look at what that woman looked like, but no matter who I looked at, I didn't want to. Every time I couldn't help but compare, every time I compared The same person. Cough cough cough!"
Seeing that his face was flushed from coughing, Han Bian sighed inaudibly, and gave him the teacup. Seeing that he still coughed for a while before he stopped, his face flushed sickly, unconsciously. Said: "But you also know that the head of the family has always loved only those two people."
"But they are all dead, right? A dead person can no longer accompany her or love her, and a dead person can no longer help her." Cheng Jia wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked into Han Bian's eyes. There was a dazzling fire.
If you know what she wants to do, see if you can say it! Han Bian slandered in his heart, but stopped talking, and said, "As a friend, I advise you to give up."
"Give up? I've been suppressing my heart for two years," Cheng Jia laughed softly, and said, "I can't hold it anymore, Han Bian, I can't hold it anymore..." You did all that because you wanted to Bianjing revenge, it doesn't matter, I will help you! Once the suppressed spark starts a prairie fire, it cannot be extinguished no matter what. Even if it is burned to ashes in the end, there is no turning back.
Cheng Jia did what he said, so he went to find Han Bian the next day, and walked around the place where it was said to be taken out a few times. Go to the water pavilion to rub the piano, rub the fragrance and tea, and take away the more delicious snacks that the more you make, the more delicious you will be.
After such a few days, Alan asked Ling Qingyu very puzzled, didn't you say that Mr. Zhu said that you wanted you to win over this talented Cheng Jiacheng? Why do you ridicule him every day and treat him as a busker? Shouldn't you coax him to flatter him and treat him tenderly? Tenderness and sweetness may be wrong, but at least you should learn from me. Even if you don't understand what he plays, you should applaud immediately to express your admiration
Ling Qingyu thought about it for a long time, then Fang replied, this is really a habit, he just looks like a lowly person.
After running around Dingguo's mansion for a few days, Cheng Jia was called to the study by his father as soon as he came home.
What the two father and son said in the study, I don't know about the desk, I only know that a lot of things were smashed inside. When my son came out, there were two palm prints on his face, several footprints on his clothes, and even the corners of his mouth. Bloodshot, and then I heard the master roar: "If you are still stubborn, get out of here!"
The book case was still trembling, so my young master went back to his room to change clothes, and then left without looking back. He didn't even bring any of his servants with him, so he just left.
"Cheng Jia!" Ling Qingyu hugged the person who fainted at her just after meeting, and screamed.
Seeing that there was no one behind him, and that the body he was holding was scalding hot, Ling Qingyu kindly did not throw him out, but could only help him to lie down on the soft couch, and then looked at the man with his mouth open. Alan said: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and see, if you die here, you won't be able to tell."
"Oh!" Alan hadn't woken up from the words of Cheng Jia, who was wearing two palm prints, smiling like an angel when he saw Ling Qingyu and said that I was kicked out by my father and there is no place to live, so please take me in. Shaking his head in confusion, Fang took his hand to feel his pulse.
Sensing the pulse, Alan frowned and went to untie his collar. Ling Qingyu hurriedly blocked her and said, "Alan, we can't take advantage of other people's danger. If you want to solve it, you can go to a place where no one is there at night."
Alan glared at her, and said, "I have to see his injury." Pushing away Ling Qingyu's hand, he untied the thin summer shirt, and saw a few scars printed on the upper body's white skin, which was as white as fine suet white jade. A purple-black footprint.
"It's really cruel, this man kicked it." Alan shook his head and put his clothes on first, and said: "He should have suffered from a serious illness when he was young, lost his body, and then never got recuperation, let alone this man uses his brain I moved too much, hurt my energy, and my health was not good, but I was kicked too hard, so I have to give birth for a while."
"He just said he was kicked out by his father?" Ling Qingyu looked at Alan and asked.
"Well, he said he had nowhere to go and asked you to take him in. Could it be that his father kicked him? What a cruel father? Such a good son, is he willing to kick him?" Alan sighed.
"His father is Cheng Xiang..."
"Pretend I didn't say anything!" Alan put down Cheng Jia's hand and said, "What do you say? Should I keep it or not? If I keep it, I'll go get the medicine."
"What if I say not to stay?" Ling Qingyu said hesitantly. Seeing Alan staring directly at him, it was written in your eyes that you should win him over and trick him into working for you. You gave up such a good opportunity, are you a pig
"Well, anyway, the Jianjia Courtyard has already been tidied up." Seeing Alan's eyebrows curled up with a smile, Ling Qingyu said: "I will leave the responsibility of taking care of it to you!"
A wall has already been built between the part of the Jianjia courtyard and the main courtyard here, and two separate entrances and exits have been opened, just like they were separated from Dingguogong's mansion. When Han Bian came back that day, Hearing the news, he sighed and moved into the Jianjia Courtyard, so Cheng Jia was just staying with a friend, and had nothing to do with Mrs. Dingguo.
Cheng Xiang, who received the news at night, sat alone in the study for a long time, and finally sent a book case to send the luggage together with Cheng Jia's official uniform to Jianjiayuan.
"What exactly do you want?" Han Bian looked at Cheng Jia, who was leaning on the bed with a pale face, and said with a dark expression.
"Don't you also want to borrow my strength?" Cheng Jia said with a faint smile: "Han Bian, I want to ask, what do you want to do? The things that Bianjing is now spreading have happened before, but why are they concentrated in Come out this time? You used to avoid Bianjing, Yang Zhao died unjustly, and she hated it too late. Why did you go to Bianjing to develop and open more and more shops in Bianjing? Yan, who used to be inseparable from her Seven Shadows Thirteen, what are they doing? She used to look down on those scholars the most, but now she actually wants to join the circle of scholars, Han Bian, tell me, what does she want to do?"
"Are you arguing with your father about this kind of thing?" Han Bian frowned and asked.
Cheng Jia shook his head lightly, and said, "I told my father that I only want to marry one woman in this life, and that is Yang Zhao's widow."
Han Bian stared at him dumbfounded for a while, then said, "Are you crazy?" No wonder your father beat you! I'll beat you up too!
"I'm not crazy, Han Bian. I also thought about marrying a woman of the right family, just like my father's friends, who treat each other with respect and respect, and live like this for the rest of my life." Cheng Jia smiled wryly, and said, "But I can't do it. After my father told me who he liked, I definitely wanted to take a look at what that woman looked like, but no matter who I looked at, I didn't want to. Every time I couldn't help but compare, every time I compared The same person. Cough cough cough!"
Seeing that his face was flushed from coughing, Han Bian sighed inaudibly, and gave him the teacup. Seeing that he still coughed for a while before he stopped, his face flushed sickly, unconsciously. Said: "But you also know that the head of the family has always loved only those two people."
"But they are all dead, right? A dead person can no longer accompany her or love her, and a dead person can no longer help her." Cheng Jia wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and looked into Han Bian's eyes. There was a dazzling fire.
If you know what she wants to do, see if you can say it! Han Bian slandered in his heart, but stopped talking, and said, "As a friend, I advise you to give up."
"Give up? I've been suppressing my heart for two years," Cheng Jia laughed softly, and said, "I can't hold it anymore, Han Bian, I can't hold it anymore..." You did all that because you wanted to Bianjing revenge, it doesn't matter, I will help you! Once the suppressed spark starts a prairie fire, it cannot be extinguished no matter what. Even if it is burned to ashes in the end, there is no turning back.