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Mother Jia held Wang Xifeng's hand, composed herself, and looked at the servant.

She said, "Go and ask Second Master to come over."

However, the servant buried his head and did not dare to move.

Instead of asking him to go back and ask Second Master to leave in front of Assistant Minister He, he might as well let him take root and kneel here until he dies.

Mother Jia's gaze circled around the manservant.

In the end, she could not bear to embarrass her son.

Despite the raging fury in his heart, he forcefully suppressed it.

"Second Master said that he wants to bring Baoyu over," Mother Jia asked.

"Yes, yes," the servant replied softly.

"Then bring him over." Mother Jia closed her eyes.

She said.

Mother Jia doted on Baoyu anxiously, but she knew better.

Jia Zheng was now the head of the family in Rongguo Province.

If she did not do as Jia Zheng said,

Wouldn't she be in front of all the people in Rongguo Province?

If she humiliated Jia Zheng, how could he have any prestige in the future?

Jia Zheng was not a father who did not love his son.

When he saw that Baoyu was really sick, his anger might disappear in an instant.

Thinking of this,

Mother Jia's heart calmed down.

She was not as angry as before.

"Go." Madam Jia said again.

"Mother," Lady Wang was anxious.

Wang Xifeng glanced at her and hurriedly advised anxiously, "Old Ancestor, how can we do this?

How could he do that? Baoyu was seriously ill.

How can we move him? "

This time, however, Mother Jia was adamant, "Why aren't you going?

Don't let Second Master wait. "

The ancients had many filial piety.

In particular, Mother Jia was quite dignified in Rongguo Province.

Once she spoke, even though Lady Wang was unhappy, she could not refute.

Wang Xifeng had always followed Lady Wang's lead. Since Lady Wang didn't say anything, she wasn't that stupid and also tried to persuade her.

At this time, the manservant breathed a sigh of relief and scrambled to get up. Together with a few other nimble servants, he moved Baoyu from the bed.

He was actually carried out just like that.

When Lady Wang saw this, she couldn't help but grip her handkerchief tightly and wipe the corners of her eyes.

"What kind of sin have they committed?"

No one knew who he was talking about.

Perhaps because the atmosphere in the room was too tense, Lady Xing thought she was clever and opened her mouth to ask, "Miss Lin, is everything alright over there?"

Lady Jia glanced at her. "What could have happened to Yu 'er?"

"Baoyu fell sick the moment he came back from her place. As his aunt, I felt bad just looking at him.

Miss Lin didn't say anything and sent someone to take a look. "

Lady Wang's expression became more and more unsightly.

For a moment, no one in the room responded to her words. As Lady Xing spoke, she also felt that she had lost interest. She stopped talking and found a place to sit down.

She even raised her hand and tapped her leg as if nothing had happened.

Lady Jia had always looked down on her stupid appearance. At this time, she said unhappily, "If you only know how to talk nonsense in front of me, then you don't need to stand in front of me in the future."

Lady Xing was startled. She quickly stood up and smiled awkwardly.

"Wait for a while. Baoyu should be back soon," Lady Jia said.

Wang Xifeng responded and quickly helped Lady Jia sit down.

The room quickly quieted down. But for some reason, it was so quiet that people felt a chill down their backs.

On the other side.

Jia Zheng's courtyard was also terrifyingly quiet.

In the reception pavilion, Jia Zheng was even a little anxious.

He stood up and paced back and forth.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't tolerate Baoyu's unrestrained behavior.

He Shen, on the other hand, was much calmer at this time. He even leisurely turned the teacup in his hand.

His eyes were also casually looking at something.

At this time, a sound of footsteps approached. Someone shouted at the door, "Baoyu is here."

"Hurry up, be careful."

There was a lot of chatter outside, and there was a hint of panic.

"What tricks are they playing?" Jia Zheng said with a cold face.

In the next moment, a few servants carried Baoyu in. There was even a chair attached to his head.

Jia Zheng didn't see clearly at first. Seeing this, he sneered and said, "You want Baoyu to come and see me, and you want to make such a scene. Don't you know filial piety at all?"

"Second Master, Bao Er Ye is sick."

"Sick is always said to be sick.

Can't the doctor cure him? "Jia Zheng strode forward, grabbed Baoyu's clothes, and was about to pull him up.

Baoyu had just taken the medicine, and his fever hadn't subsided. He was still in a daze. At this time, hearing Jia Zheng's voice, he opened his mouth and shouted, "I want to see Sister Lin."

"Where is Sister Lin?"

Although his voice wasn't loud, it was enough for people in the room to hear clearly.

Jia Zheng was burning with anger. At that moment, he almost flipped the chair under Baoyu.

He Shen was even more unhappy.

He pressed the table under his hand tightly.

Another teacup in his hand was almost broken.

The servants in the room had long been used to Baoyu's insolent tone. At this time, they didn't feel anything. But they were more or less influenced by Jia Zheng. They all lowered their heads and didn't dare to make a sound.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Jia Zheng gasped. His eyes were red with anger, "Bring me a stick."

The servant's legs went soft, "Second Master, Bao Er Ye is really sick.

Just look at him, he's still blushing.

It's very hot. "

"It's a good thing that he blushes. But now he's shamelessly remorseful." Jia Zheng was even angrier.

He didn't wait for the servant to bring him a stick.

He lifted his foot and kicked the chair.

Baoyu was leaning on the chair. He didn't have any strength in his body.

With such a sudden kick, he flipped over along with his chair.

He lay on the ground, moaned twice, and then stopped moving.

The servants were scared out of their wits.

He shouted to the heavens, "Second Master Bao!"

"What happened to Bao Er Ye?"

"Bao Er Ye, how is he?"

If something were to happen to Baoyu here, when they turned around, Second Master would definitely punish them.

He might even drag them out and beat them to death.

Jia Zheng was also shocked at this moment.

A gust of wind blew through the hall, turning the hot sweat on his head into cold sweat. He felt a chill down his spine.

Now that he gradually calmed down, Jia Zheng wasn't as angry as before.

He stared at Baoyu for a while. Seeing that Baoyu didn't move, the servants howled loudly.

Jia Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He had to squat down to take a look, "What happened?"

Could it be that he was really sick?

"Call the doctor. Hurry up!" Jia Zheng said angrily.

The servants hurriedly ran out.

At this moment, Mother Jia and the others were still waiting for Baoyu to come back.

Seeing that the time it took to burn a stick of incense had passed, Lady Wang couldn't help but feel anxious, "Why isn't he back yet? Could it be that Baoyu went and angered Master again?"

"Wait a little longer."

Lady Wang could only suppress her irritation and continue to wait.

She could be calm about anything, but when it came to Baoyu, it was always difficult for her to be calm.

In Jia Zheng's courtyard.

The doctor trotted in with the help of a servant.

At this moment, Baoyu had already sat up with the help of a maid in the hall.

Only then did Jia Zheng take a closer look. Baoyu's face was indeed abnormally red.

Jia Zheng felt a little regretful, but this regret was replaced by deep anxiety.

Even if he was angry, even if he wanted to discipline Baoyu, he shouldn't have picked such a time.

He was really sick.

Baoyu was his only son.

Especially when he thought of Jia Zhu, who died of illness in his early years, Jia Zheng felt even more anxious.

He paced back and forth in the hall again.

It wasn't until he saw the doctor enter that he breathed a sigh of relief.

He Shen sat there without moving. He watched this farce with cold eyes, watching how Jia Zheng pretended to be serious.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his smile was a little sharp.

But at this moment, Jia Zheng couldn't care less about him.

Jia Zheng asked the doctor, "Quick, take a look at Baoyu. What's wrong with him?"

The doctor hurried to take a closer look and said, "It's okay. He took the medicine just now.

I watched him drink it before I left.

He's sweating to remove the poison now.

He'll be fine after some rest. "

Jia Zheng didn't believe him, "Really?"

The doctor said, "How would I dare to fool Second Master?"

Jia Zheng thought so too.

Who would dare to fool the people of Rongguo Province?

He breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could finish heaving a sigh of relief, Jia Zheng felt awkward.

Wouldn't He Shen have seen all that commotion just now?

But in the end, the doctor said that there was nothing serious and that he had already taken the medicine.

Jia Zheng couldn't show his embarrassment, so his face darkened. He forced himself to calm down, turned around, and looked at He Shen, "Brother Zhizhai, I'm sorry."

He Shen just looked at him coldly and didn't say anything.

He seemed to be very disappointed.

Jia Zheng's heart trembled. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He Shen had expected this.

Jia Zheng boasted that his family was strict, and he usually disciplined Baoyu strictly.

But why didn't Baoyu repent for his debauchery?

It wasn't just because other people were protecting Baoyu, nor was it because Baoyu was a good-for-nothing.

Jia Zheng was the Second Master of Rongguo Province, but he didn't have the courage to discipline his son.

He couldn't teach him well.

But couldn't he teach Baoyu to know pain and to know how to avoid it?

But often, his heart softened before he did it.

In the end, this nest of people in Rongguo Province couldn't be helped.

He Shen knew this would happen, so he came to Rongguo Province in person, and didn't talk to Jia Zheng about it in the Taoist temple.

Only when he was in Rongguo Province, could he nail down the matter of Baoyu's beating.

No one could get rid of it.

He Shen's eyes became colder, but when he opened his mouth, he said in a rather indifferent tone, "Bao Er Ye's appearance makes one feel sorry for him.

But it's a pity. "

"What's a pity?" Jia Zheng asked instinctively.

"It's a pity that the Minister Counsellor won't be able to recover."

Jia Zheng's forgotten anger and fear were aroused by He Shen's words.

"Brother Zhizhai." Jia Zheng wanted to say, "It's not the right time to discipline him."

However, even he felt that these words were heavy in his heart, and they were swaying back and forth. It was very funny.