Green tea was read, the villain's family begged me to be happy

Marquis Zhongyi could still listen at first, but he couldn't help himself later.

"Son, you can scold him for other things, but forget about that bastard. He took your father in jail as well!" He said this with inexplicable weakness.

The main reason is that I gave birth to such a thing. It is really a bastard. I even get scolded for it. It makes me hate it so much.

And the most important thing is that this little rascal is so scared when he gets beaten that he gets diarrhea. I have never seen anything more embarrassing than him!

When Marquis Zhongyi attended court, he had seen corrupt officials who were so scared that they wet their pants in court when they knew they were going to be beheaded, but at least they didn't have diarrhea.

This little bastard is not even as good as a weak pretty boy!

Jiang Chengyi's eyes had turned black from the beating, and the ground where he was lying was wet and disgusting.

Jiang Chengzhong threw the man back again: "Dad, please use some strength and beat this beast to death!"

He changed his previous attitude of persuading, and was not afraid at all that his father would beat him to death. Instead, he was afraid that the beating was too light, which would make Jiang Chengyi feel too comfortable and think that the matter could be easily covered up.

Marquis Zhongyi looked at the little boy who looked like a rag doll, smelling of feces and urine. He raised his palm like a palm fan, but couldn't put it down.

It’s not that he was soft-hearted, but the guy had already been beaten into a pig’s head and vomited blood all over his face, so he really didn’t know where to start.

"Kick him in the balls!"

Jiang Chengzhong, who was standing nearby and watching coldly, obviously noticed this and immediately started to come up with bad ideas.

Marquis Zhongyi turned to look at him, a little helpless: "Just because Brother Pan wants to be a eunuch in the future, you can't want my son to be a eunuch too? And you want me to do it myself. He is your brother, can you not use such dirty tricks?"

"Hehe, Liefeng is still my close friend. He has been with me for ten years and is more obedient and capable than my son. I want to avenge Liefeng!" Jiang Chengzhong said unhappily. It was obvious that he was filled with hatred at this moment.

If he didn't have a shred of rationality left in him, he would have wanted to chop the little beast in front of him into pieces himself.

"Alright, Xiao Si, for the sake of your future relationship, I can only kick you in the balls to relieve your brother's hatred and settle the score. But I have to say in advance that Dad has never kicked a man in the balls, so I don't care how heavy my feet are. I can make sure you won't die from the stone I threw just now, but I can't guarantee that you will become a eunuch if I kick you like this!"

Marquis Zhongyi used his feet to stir up the mud on the ground, leaving deep shoe prints on the spot, which showed how powerful his footsteps were.

He seemed to think that this was not enough, and raised his foot to make a side kick, obviously rehearsing it in advance, aiming to hit the target with one kick and give his young son a perfect blow in the balls.

Jiang Chengyi was in tears. He was truly repentant. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say anything. His tongue was so numb that it seemed as if it didn't exist. Only vague whimpers came out, and he looked extremely pitiful.

Jiang Chengzhong stood nearby, fearing that Marquis Zhongyi would be soft-hearted and continue to fan the flames.

"Father, you can't go easy on me. If this kick leaves my balls unscathed, I'll have to write a memorial to the Emperor, saying that you're too old to even hit your young son who made a mistake, let alone fight on the front lines. You'd better give up your position."

"Tsk, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't kick you." Marquis Zhongyi glared at his eldest son, feeling very impatient with his eldest son's sarcasm.

Jiang Chengzhong folded his arms and stopped talking.

Marquis Zhongyi was ready and was about to kick the guy in the balls when the guy on the ground started to fart again. Then he started to push hard again. Apparently, the second wave of diarrhea had begun.

The unpleasant smell came back again. The Jiang family father and son looked at each other and took a few steps back tacitly, wishing to stay as far away from him as possible.

Just kick his balls or something backwards and let him finish pooping first.

"This little beast is not completely useless. At least he can eat and poop. A person is like a cesspool." Marquis Zhongyi was so angry that he laughed, and said with a smile on his face.

"What did you eat tonight? Your shit stinks so bad! Next time there's a war, let him charge into the front lines. Don't kill anyone. Just take off his pants and have diarrhea. The smell will either kill you or make the enemy vomit. He's so busy vomiting that he's completely lost his ability to fight. We can kill him with one sword!" Jiang Chengzhong couldn't help but get mad.

"Good idea. If he makes a contribution, we must ask the emperor for a title, and call him General Chuangxi, a fourth-rank official, for sure!"

"When he opens another mansion, I will personally order the plaque on the gate. It will be General Cuoxi's Mansion."

"Tsk, such a beastly talent, our Loyalty Marquis Mansion is a small temple, and it can't accommodate such a big Buddha, let him change his name immediately. I think he has the demeanor of Yu Jingxuan, so why not change his name to Yu Chuangxi."

I have to say, these two are worthy of being father and son. They worked in unison to arrange everything for Jiang Chengyi.

Moreover, Marquis Zhongyi took the opportunity to do something private, dragging in his arch-enemy Yu Jingxuan to criticize him and severely denigrate him.

After waiting for another cup of tea, the fart sound finally stopped.

The five men who were waiting there breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and the Loyal Marquis began to make sarcastic remarks again: "Finally, I finished pooping. Damn, this little bastard really cleared the pit. How could I possibly give birth to such a child? Not only is he a coward, he's also a fucking shit pot!"

At this moment, Jiang Chengyi tilted his head and fainted.

I don’t know if it was because he was too exhausted or because he was beaten too hard before, but he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

"My goodness, he got dizzy from diarrhea. Who can I complain to? What should I do? Keep kicking him in the balls, or wait until he wakes up?" Marquis Zhongyi sought his eldest son's advice.

Jiang Chengzhong narrowed his eyes, took a few steps forward, and roughly pulled open Jiang Chengyi's eyelids to check his pupils, obviously afraid that his younger brother was pretending to faint.

After confirming it again and again, Jiang Chengzhong finally let him go. He couldn't help but scold him, "Useless trash, you can't even stand this little beating. From now on, you will have to do another training. Take ten slaps every day before eating breakfast. Before lunch, take ten punches first, or you won't have any food!"

"Also, you have to eat three meals a day facing the toilet door. If you don't want to eat, just starve to death. Let him also taste the feeling of being drowned in the stench of shit!"

Hearing his eldest son's words, Marquis Zhongyi couldn't help but take a deep breath.

My goodness, this is really hateful!

It is obvious that eating is the most important thing in life, but Jiang Chengyi had to be beaten before eating, and he had to face the toilet. How could he still eat?

From now on, I will eat blood in my mouth every day, right? It's quite exciting to think about it.

"Forget it. He has been unconscious for a while and won't wake up. There's no point in kicking his balls now because he won't feel any pain. When he wakes up, I must kick him hard. He loves to torture the weak so much, he should be made to have a taste of this. Only when he feels what I've felt can I, Liefeng, rest in peace." Jiang Chengzhong withdrew his hand and rubbed it on his clothes, as if something dirty was on him.