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Mother Jia's gaze circled around the manservant.

In the end, she couldn't bear to embarrass her son.

No matter how much anger surged in her heart,

They also forcefully suppressed it.

"Second Master said to bring Baoyu?" Mother Jia asked.

"Yes, yes …" the manservant replied softly.

"Then bring him there," Mother Jia closed her eyes and 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 didn't do as Jia Zheng said,

Wouldn't she embarrass Jia Zheng in front of everyone in Rongguo Province?

How could he maintain his prestige in the future?

Jia Zheng wasn't a father who didn't dote on 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 and she wasn't as angry as before.

"Go." Madam Jia said again.

"Mother!" Lady Wang was anxious.

Wang Xifeng glanced at her and hurriedly persuaded her anxiously, "Ancestor,

How can we do this?

Baoyu is seriously ill,

How can we move him? "

Mother Jia said firmly this time, "Hurry up and go. Don't let Second Master wait too long."

The ancients had many filial piety.

Especially Mother Jia, who was quite dignified in Rongguo Province,

Once she spoke, even though Lady Wang was unhappy, she couldn't refute.

Wang Xifeng had always followed Lady Wang's direction,

Lady Wang didn't say anything. She wasn't that stupid,

She even tried to persuade her.

At this moment, the manservant heaved a sigh of relief,

She scrambled to her feet.

Together with a few other nimble servants, they moved Baoyu down from the bed.

They actually carried him 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, are you okay?"

Mother Jia glared 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.

Why didn't Miss Lin send someone to take a look … "

Lady Wang's expression turned uglier and uglier.

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

He even raised his hand and tapped his leg as if nothing had happened.

Mother Jia had always looked down on her stupidity. At this moment, 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 apologetically.

"Let's wait. Baoyu will be back soon," Mother Jia said.

Wang Xifeng responded and helped Mother Jia sit down.

The room quickly quieted down. But for some reason, it was so quiet that it sent chills down one's spine.

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 indulgence.

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

His gaze was also casually sizing something up.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps approached. Someone at the door shouted, "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 need to make such a scene?

Don't you know filial piety at all? "

"Second Master, Bao Er Ye is sick."

"Sick?

You keep saying that he's sick.

Can't the doctor cure him? "Jia Zheng strode forward, grabbed Baoyu's collar, 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 moment, when he heard Jia Zheng's voice, he opened his mouth and shouted, "I want to see Sister Lin …"

"Where's Sister …"

Although his voice wasn't loud, it was enough for the 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 moment, they didn't feel anything. However, 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 for breath. His eyes were red with anger, "Bring me a stick."

The servant's legs turned to jelly, "Second Master, Bao Er Ye is really sick.

Look at him, his face is still red.

It's very hot! "

"It's a good thing if he knows that he's blushing!

But now he doesn't feel ashamed at all! "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.

Suddenly, he was kicked so hard that he flipped over with the 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?"

"Is Bao Er Ye okay?"

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. The hot sweat on his head turned into cold sweat. Even his back felt cold.

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 started to howl 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?

"Go and 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 in the hall, Baoyu had already sat up with the help of a servant girl.

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

Jia Zheng felt some regret in his heart, but this regret was quickly replaced by deep anxiety.

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

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 started to pace back and forth in the hall again.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw the doctor come in.

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 somewhat 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 hurriedly went closer to take a look and said, "It's nothing. He took the medicine just now.

I watched him drink it before I left.

He's sweating to get rid of the poison.

He'll be fine after some rest. "

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

The doctor said, "How would I dare to fool Second Elder 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 be able to see through the torment just now?

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

Jia Zheng didn't want to 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 skipped a beat. 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 usually he was the one who strictly disciplined Baoyu.

But why was Baoyu still dissolute?

Was he not repentant at all?

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 Elder Master of Rongguo Province, but he didn't have the courage to discipline his own son.

He couldn't teach him well.

But couldn't he make Baoyu feel pain and 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, instead of telling Jia Zheng about it in the Taoist temple.

Only when he was in Rongguo Province could he firmly nail down the matter of Baoyu being beaten.

No one would be able to pull it out.

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 instinctively asked.

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

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

"Brother Zhizhai …" Jia Zheng wanted to say that discipline wasn't right at this time.

But he kept these words in his heart and felt that it was heavy. It swayed back and forth, and it was very funny.

He also wanted to say that this matter wasn't as serious as it seemed.

But recalling his anger just now, Jia Zheng also knew in his heart.

This matter wasn't small.

"Brother Zhizhai …" Jia Zheng called out again.