Ruthless Lian Erye in the Red Chamber

"What do you mean no father, I am his father, you call that stinky boy out, I ask him carefully, what kind of bastard is he talking about?" Jia Amnesty was so angry at what the concierge said, he jumped on the spot with a red face , yelling and yelling at the gate of Wangmei Mountain Villa, listen, listen, there is still that unfilial son in the world who would curse his father to death, this is really, really, an asshole to shame.

At this time, Jia Amnesty had long forgotten that he was ordered by Shi Taijun to have a relationship with Jia Lian. In his heart, he was Jia Lian's father, and he would be Jia Lian's father for the rest of his life. The family grew up on their own, even if he enforced the family law on Jia Lian for the fan, he is still Jia Lian's father, and Jia Lian has to listen to him, and he has to have no complaints.

The gate of Wangmei Villa opened again. At this time, it was Zhang Xi, the housekeeper, who came out.

Zhang Xi felt displeased when he saw Jia Amnesty. In his opinion, his master, the deceased Miss Zhang, Jia Lian's biological mother, was murdered by Jia's family. Although Jia Amnesty did not directly ask for the master It was also the indirect murderer who watched his master being bullied and excluded by the malicious old lady and second wife in Jia's house, and finally ended up with a premature birth and lost his own life.

Thinking that even the young master Jia Lian, whom the master desperately gave birth to, was beaten to death by the uncle in front of him, Zhang Xi felt ruthless in his heart. At this time, he was really glad that the 'Jia Lian' who lived on the place of the young master With such ability, he can protect the little master to grow up, and let the little master have the surname Zhang, so that the Zhang family can pass it on.

Zhang Xi looked at Jia She with a formulaic smile on his face, "General Jia, I don't know if you are coming to my Wangmei Villa, what are you talking about?"

Jia She was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he still had the title of first-class general. He looked at Zhang Xi angrily, "Where's Jia Lian? Tell him to come out and say that his father is waiting for him here."

Zhang Xi smiled with a respectful attitude, making it difficult for people to catch mistakes, but the words he said were not so pleasant to the ear: "Where did General Jia say this? The Jia family that came out of Ning Guogong and Rong Guogong has nothing to do with it, if you don’t believe me, go and check the family tree of Jia’s family, if there is the name of the owner of my family.”

Jia Amnesty was so annoyed by Zhang Xi's half-smile, he pointed at Zhang Xi, his lips trembling: "Even if the name of the unfilial son is not on the family tree, it cannot be denied that he is Lao Tzu's son. Flowing my blood."

When Zhang Xi heard this, he immediately thought of Jia Lian, his real master, who was beaten to death by Jia She, his father, and his face changed: "General Jia's words are nice, but I have never heard of them, and there are still people everywhere who recognize their sons casually." For the same reason, if General Jia is really short of a son-in-law, why not go to the imperial city to look for it, maybe it can better meet General Jia's requirements."

The word "di son" made Jia She unable to restrain the anger in his heart anymore. Yes, he lacked a son-in-law. His current son-in-law was just a son-in-law. His real son-in-law was gone. He rushed out, thinking about it, Jia She got up with all his energy, waved his hand, and said to the subordinates he was leading: "Take this old guy down for me, and when I get in, I'll take care of you again." Clean him up."

As soon as the words fell, Jia She's subordinates surrounded Zhang Xi and the concierge, and then, Jia She also pushed open the gate of the villa without hesitation, and walked in with his head held high. You should teach this slave who doesn't take him seriously.

Jia Amnesty barged into Wangmei Villa, while Jia Lian was distressed by the Xuantian Sword sent by Situ Xu.

This sword is a good sword, made of Tianshan Xuantie, the blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels. It looks like it was made by a top swordsmith. As long as the whole sword is pulled out of the scabbard, you can feel it. A gust of cold air hits the face, the sword is cold and has sword intent, it is a rare and good sword, Jia Lian is very satisfied with it.

However, what made Jia Lian depressed was that it was sent along with the sword. The scabbard was really a very, very powerful scabbard. The entire scabbard was covered with gems, broken jade, and agate. When it is full, in the most conspicuous position of the scabbard, there are three fist-sized pieces of high-quality mutton fat white jade, really, too fancy.

Jia Lian frowned, looked at the fancy scabbard, then looked at the extremely sharp sword in his hand, nodded, and inserted the sword into his original black sheath, this time, it was still a black sheath sword , to be precise, it is a dark iron sword with a black sheath.

Then, I heard the noise outside.

Jia Lian frowned even more tightly.

Jia Lian walked out of the house and walked towards the source of the sound. In the outer courtyard, two groups of people were confronting each other with sticks and even swords in their hands. One was the servants of his own villa, and the other was...

Jia Lian looked at Jia She, the leader, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? I'm your father, shouldn't I be here?" Jia Amnesty met Jia Lian's unwavering eyes, and the fire in his heart couldn't be extinguished: "What kind of eyes are you? It's your old man, shouldn't you come here?"

"I think I have nothing to do with you anymore." Jia Lian followed suit.

"It doesn't matter what you mean. If you are Lao Tzu's son for a day, you will be Lao Tzu's son forever. Don't think that you can do anything if your wings are hardened now. I tell you, there is no way."

Jia Lian nodded: "It means that even if I leave the Jia family, I am no longer on the Jia family tree. I am still your son, and I should treat you like an ancestor."

"That's right," Jia Amnesty glared at Jia Lian, "It's best if you understand."

"But, I don't want it," Jia Lian looked coldly at Jia She, who was glaring at her. After hearing Jia Lian's words, Jia She's face was flushed red with anger, and his nose whimpered. The corner of his mouth curled up: "I remember that when I was expelled that day, I was told in the Jia family ancestral hall that Jia Lian would no longer be part of the Jia family. come."

Jia Amnesty was choked up by Jia Lian's words, and then looked at Jia Lian with a stern neck: "Even if you have nothing to do with the Jia family, but I am your father, you have to listen to what I say."

"Then what do you mean, you have nothing to do with the Jia family?"

"How is it possible?" Jia Amnesty was so frightened that he almost jumped up. He looked at Jia Lian with a strange expression, not understanding why Jia Lian would say such words.

"Then if I have something to do with you, don't I have something to do with the Jia family? If that's the case, where do you put the Jia family's ancestors?"

Well, Jia Lian still had an indifferent expression on his face, but what he said made Jia She so angry that he died, and also made Zhang Xi, who was chasing him, so happy that he died. Take a breath.

Jia Lian looked at Zhang Xi running over, and then looked at those people who followed Zhang Xi, and pulled his face down: "You came here uninvited, you forced your way in," he said, and he didn't speak anymore, just sternly Staring at Jia Amnesty and the group of Jia's servants, bursts of cold air emerged from his body, he raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and said in a low voice, "Get lost, or die."

At this time, Jia Lian was like a sword. The cold air coming out of his whole body seemed to have substance, and he attacked Jia She and the others. Jia She felt his whole body trembling. It kept trembling, as if what it saw was not a person, but a sharp sword.

Yes, it was a sword, and now the sword was still in the scabbard, but maybe in the next second, the sword would come out of the scabbard and only take their lives.

Some servants of the Jia family sat on the ground when their legs softened unbearably, and there were even a few of them with wet crotches.

Jia Amnesty sat down on the ground and looked at Jia Lian in shock: "You, you are going to kill your father, you, you, you, you are extremely unfilial."

Although Zhang Xi and the servants of Wangmei Villa have been looking at the cold face of his owner, this time is also the first time to face the cold air and sword intent of his owner. Although these are not aimed at them, they still Swallowing unconsciously, one after another retreated to the side, trying to retreat to a range that would not be affected.

For a while, a large open space was vacated with Jia Lian as the center, and opposite Jia Lian was the Jia family whose legs were weak and even shitted.

Jia Lian slowly withdrew his sword intent, took his hand off the hilt, and looked at the Jia family who had fainted several people: "Even if you want to force your way, you have to be capable."

Jia She's face was pale, and he was speechless for a long time. Just now, he really felt that Jia Lian wanted to kill him. The feeling of dying made him finally understand that the person in front of him was no longer himself. That smooth, lascivious and dandy son who listened to himself in everything was, but a, but a person he didn't even know.

"You, you, are not my son."

"This time, did you finally see clearly?"

Jia Amnesty's face turned pale.

The outer courtyard fell into a strange silence for a while.

Then, suddenly the concierge ran in panting, and was taken aback by the strange scene in front of him, before reporting respectfully: "Master, someone from the palace is here to look for you."

"No." Jia Lian replied without looking up.

"Master Jia, it is extremely urgent, please forgive me." The person who came was Liu Zhizhong, the captain of the personal guard next to the prince.

Jia Lian looked at the person and replied, "Get out."

"Master Jia," Liu Zhizhong's face turned ugly, he looked at the indifferent Jia Lian, and then at the group of people who were obviously frightened opposite Jia Lian, and frowned: "Prince Your Highness summons."

"so what."

Liu Zhizhong was silent. In this world, there are really people who do not give the crown prince any face. Thinking of this, Liu Zhizhong remembered what the crown prince explained before he left, and smiled with a respectful attitude: "Your Highness said, the owner owes His Highness a favor, His Highness Come to ask the owner for this favor."

Jia Lian looked at Liu Zhizhong coldly, only thinking of Liu Zhizhong and wanted to take a step back, Jia Lian then withdrew his gaze and ordered, "Zhang Xi, prepare the horse."

Liu Zhizhong really smiled.

Jia Lian looked at Jia Amnesty and the group of Jia's servants, expressionless: "Go back, I know why you came to look for me now, but I am not Jia Lian, and I have nothing to do with the Jia family. Next time, I will not be polite."

After saying that, he took Liu Zhizhong and walked out of the villa. Outside the villa, Zhang Xi had already dispatched someone to bring a good horse.

Zhang Xi looked at the extremely embarrassed Jia She and his party with a smile, and said politely: "General Jia, please go back."

Jia Amnesty looked up at Zhang Xi's smiling face, gritted his teeth, and ordered, "You all wait outside the villa, while I," he stood up, patted the dust off his body, his face was pale but his eyes were firm: "I Right here, when Jia Lian comes back, I will ask him carefully."