The boss of the end of the world wears a red building, if you don't agree, just hold it

When Jia's grandmother and others rushed to Jia Zheng's outer study, Jia Baoyu had been beaten to a pulp, lying unconscious on a bench, his face as pale as paper, and the bloodstains on his pants were shocking.

"Baoyu! My Baoyu!" Grandmother Jia and Mrs. Wang cried out in grief at the same time. Those who didn't know would have thought that Jia Baoyu had completely turned into a dead jade.

Jia Zheng was scolded by his grandmother and stood aside, not daring to say a word.

Jia Baoyu kept saying some confusing things and looked like a fool. His eyes were tightly closed and sweat was pouring down his pale face, which soon formed a small puddle on the ground. Grandmother Jia and Mrs. Wang were really heartbroken.

Grandmother Jia was furious. She looked at Jia Zheng with a sharp gaze as if she was looking at a bad guy who had committed a heinous crime. She pointed at Jia Zheng's nose and angrily scolded him, "Now it seems that you hate us very much. If so, we will return to Jinling immediately and not be a nuisance to you here."

Jia Zheng was a filial son, but now he was accused by his mother whom he respected the most. He was so flustered that he didn't know what to do. He sweated more than Jia Baoyu. "Mother, what you said means that Jia Zheng has no place to stay."

But when Lady Jia saw Jia Baoyu's miserable condition, she was furious and would not give up. She scolded Jia Zheng until he hung his head in shame, and then she followed Jia Baoyu's rattan stool and went back with a snort.

The sweat on Jia Zheng's face had already flowed into his eyes. His eyes were stinging but he didn't dare wipe them. He could only endure it and wait until Lady Jia left before he dared to raise his sleeve to wipe them.

In the corner, a thin and timid figure was hiding like a mouse, without any airs of a young master.

Jia Zheng's face darkened instantly. He stopped Jia Huan, who was about to run away, and shouted angrily, "Stop!"

Jia Huan shrank back, took one step at a time, and finally stood in front of Jia Zheng, his legs trembling and he dared not raise his head.

This timid look was really infuriating. Jia Zheng even thought that Jia Baoyu was quite acceptable. "You are not a child anymore. Did your aunt teach you well? She let you grow up to be such a coward and have no manners at all."

Jia Huan lowered his hands and replied tremblingly: "I... I..."

Jia Huan had just seen Jia Zheng angrily beating Jia Baoyu, and he was really scared.

He was afraid that Jia Zheng would be furious and hit Jia Baoyu, which would be fine, but if he hit him again, he would be in trouble.

Seeing that he couldn't even speak clearly, Jia Zheng became even angrier. His rage grew even stronger and he wanted to ask someone to beat him with a stick.

Jia Huan was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Suddenly, his eyelids drooped and he fainted.

"You..." Jia Zheng didn't expect him to be so timid. He was immediately deflated and didn't want to say another word.

What sins did he commit in his previous life that he had to have two such useless sons in this life? Even if the two of them were put together, they would not be as good as one of Zhuer's hairs.

Thinking of his eldest son who had passed away before him, Jia Zheng was overwhelmed with grief.

Why did God punish him like this, having the heart to let his elderly father die before him?

In his life, he only has one promising son, Zhu'er. How cruel God is.

If he had to lose one of his sons, whether it was Baoyu or Huaner, he would not complain even if both of them died.

But it was Pearl...

The servants looked at Jia Huan lying on the ground, then looked at Jia Zheng, "Old man, this..."

Jia Zheng waved his hands weakly, kicked the stick away, and asked them to carry Jia Huan back, not wanting to even look at him again.

They are all useless things, and keeping them alive is just a waste of food.

It would be great if Lin Chengyu was his son. He is not even as old as Baoyu, but he followed Prince Linhuai to suppress the bandits. He is really an honorable person.

Jia Zheng was not worried at all whether Jia Baoyu would die or develop a chronic illness after being beaten by him. He just thought with dissatisfaction that if this incident could make Baoyu become more motivated, it would be worth it.

If after this incident, Baoyu still did not repent and did not make any progress, he would not shed a single tear even if he died.

Although Jia Zheng was not in a hurry, someone else was.

Jia Baoyu was the apple of his eye and mother's eye and now he had suffered a great suffering. Although the imperial physician had examined him and said that he had only flesh wounds and that he was not serious and that he just needed to be well taken care of, their hearts felt as if they had been cut by a knife.

After a while, Jia's mother calmed down and said, "Let someone find out why your master beat Baoyu for no reason."

Yuanyang hurriedly sent a compromise person to ask.

The servants in the Jia family had mouths as loose as an old man's belt and asked the question casually.

It turned out that Jia Huan had told Jia Zheng about what Baoyu had said during the banquet, and combined with the incident involving Zhao Yurou, the two crimes were combined, which made Jia Zheng extremely angry.

Mrs. Wang already hated Aunt Zhao and her son, and now that Jia Baoyu was beaten because of Jia Huan's complaint, she hated them even more.

"If that's the case, then forget it." Madam Wang pretended to be helpless and pitiful, and said, "Old Madam, you don't know that because of Aunt Zhao, the master is very lenient to Huan'er. Even if she made a big mistake, he would not scold her at all. If we blame Huan'er for this, wouldn't we make the master unhappy?"

Grandmother Jia said angrily: "You are afraid of your master, but I am not."

As she spoke, Grandmother Jia asked someone to bring Jia Huan and Aunt Zhao. She wanted to ask them how Aunt Zhao taught her son.

However, he was told that Jia Huan was scolded by his master and fainted from fright, and he has not woken up yet.

"Fainted? I'm afraid he's not pretending to be fainted." Grandmother Jia didn't buy it and just said, "When he wakes up, have him sent to your wife's courtyard. Since Aunt Zhao doesn't know how to teach her son, she doesn't need to teach him anymore."

Mrs. Wang originally disliked Jia Huan, but then she changed her mind and thought that once he came to her courtyard and received the old lady's strict teachings, no one would dare to say anything, even if the old lady was stricter. Even the master had to listen to the old lady.

She said, "I will definitely live up to the old lady's trust. This time I will definitely teach Huan'er well and help him correct the bad habits he learned from Aunt Zhao."

Grandmother Jia was also the same age as Lady Wang, so she naturally knew what she was thinking. However, Grandmother Jia also wanted to teach Jia Huan a lesson so that he would know the consequences of gossiping and harming Baoyu.

Since Jia Baoyu was not seriously injured and no longer cried out in pain after taking the medicine, Jia Mu and others gave the maids a few instructions and then left.

A wounded person needs to rest. Baoyu couldn't rest well while they were talking here.

I just don’t know what the Lin family’s situation is now.

Grandmother Jia also asked someone to go to the Lin family to check and see if there was anything missing, to send it over.

He was covered in blood, and must have been seriously injured. Grandmother Jia just hoped that he was not killed. Min'er only had one son, Chengyu. If he died, Min'er would probably not be able to survive.