Quick Travel: Crazy Literature

Chapter 337: Poor Little Child in Ancient Times (20)

Neither side was willing to take a step back, and the four members of the Shen family were stopped and not allowed to move. The current situation was that whoever got anxious first would lose.

In the end, Shen Ruyi couldn't stand it anymore. She looked at her bloody calves, then at her mother. Facing her heartless second sister, she could only grit her teeth and lower her head.

"I cross!"

Shen Ruyi cried out loudly, limping to her feet, and stepped over the brazier while enduring the humiliation. The heat from below completely ignited her hatred.

She stared at Heshan and said, "I jumped over the fire basin. Are you satisfied now?"

Without saying anything, He Shan raised his hand and slapped her in the face: "Why are you yelling like that? Don't you know that your sister is too weak to listen to me?"

It's crazy!

The other three members of the Shen family were shaking with hatred. Shen Xiuqi could no longer bear it and tightly grasped the big knife that cut off Shen's mother's whip.

"call out--"

When the sound of breaking air came, Heshan was too lazy to even lift his eyelids. He twisted his waist and kicked his long legs.

"Bam—"

"Qi'er!"

"Big brother!"

"I'm bored"

Heshan glanced around and his patience was completely exhausted. He felt that these people were a bunch of rubbish and would not listen to advice or remember punishment.

"Stop hesitating over the fire pot, just let me help you!"

A few people turned around in confusion, with hatred for her revealed on their faces and in their eyes, but in a flash, the hatred turned into fear.

"Get out of the way!"

It was impossible to dodge, as four braziers were rushing towards them in an orderly manner, with dazzling sparks flashing, along with the dust from the burning inside, baring fangs and claws like a devil.

Old Madam Shen was startled, screamed and covered her head to avoid it, but she was still hit.

The moment her skin touched the flint, she almost jumped up from the heat. The flame was so strong that it immediately caught fire when it hit the cloth. Fortunately, the servants around her reacted quickly and helped her put out the fire in a hurry, so no serious damage was caused. However, this also frightened her so much that she didn't expect to lose face again.

Compared with the four, Shen Xiuqi was the worst, followed by Shen's mother, and then Shen Ruyi.

Shen Ruyi wiped the black ash off her face in disbelief and asked in despair: "I have already stepped over the fire basin!"

Yaoshan: "..."

"…It just happened for a moment. Why are you so excited? What if you provoke me again?"

Shen Ruyi was angry but dared not speak.

A group of servants swallowed their saliva and looked at the lady. Seeing that her clothes were burnt to a mess, they quickly lowered their heads.

Mother Shen's face turned pale. As she looked at her eldest son who had fainted, anger and grief surged into her heart. What sin had she committed? How could she have given birth to such a sinful girl?

The scene was too quiet for a moment. Heshan was not embarrassed at all. He coughed twice and asked, "What are you all looking at?"

"Chun He and Xia Liu, Madam has just returned and is not familiar with the house. You take them to the yard to rest."

"Don't gather together. It's unlucky to begin with. It's even more unlucky to gather together. Poor me, alas~~~"

Muttering to herself, she turned and left first.

Shen Ruyi wiped the tears from her face and swept her resentful eyes across Heshan's back. Let this bitch be arrogant for a while, and wait until her father comes back to teach her a lesson!

However, Shen's father, who was placed with high hopes, was not having an easy time at this time. According to the imperial edict and guessing the emperor's intention, his return to Beijing this time was a promotion in name only and a demotion in reality.

Father Shen knew that the current emperor had doubts about him.

The Shen family's ancestral home is in Zhongguan. The family is prosperous and has many members in the army. Relying on the support of his family members, he fought for fame and fortune, and thereby supported his family. Their influence in the Zhongguan army grew day by day, and he himself was also strong and had held power for many years.

Although he is only in his forties, the suspicion of those in power forced him to leave the frontier with regret.

Shen Ping was not without resentment, but it was hard to disobey the emperor's will, so he had to submit. However, there was more than one way to climb to a higher position.

Shen Ping, wearing armor, bowed deeply to the leader, chanting "Long live the Buddha!" ​​countless times in his voice.

The current emperor had a smile on his face, showing no emotion at all. He asked him to stand up in a friendly manner, greeted him with a few words, and gave him enough face. He then bestowed rewards on him and made him the Duke of Zhen'an. As for his actual position, he ignored it.

There were many officials in the court, but not many of them were familiar with the newly promoted Duke of Zhen'an. Of course, there were also relatives of the Shen family who passed the exam, but relatives had to avoid suspicion, so the joke-like reward passed by in a dull manner.

Shen Ping's face twitched. He knew in his heart that the current emperor was suppressing him, but he had just arrived in the capital, and the most taboo thing was to be high-profile. He could only suppress his injustice and keep his mind under control.

Without power and influence, the empty title of Duke of Zhen'an means nothing.

The meeting with the emperor was uneventful and boring. He still had to walk through the long palace road with a smiling face. Once outside the palace, he could no longer ride his horse back home. Shen Ping got on the carriage, put his official business aside, and began to think about family matters.

Thinking of Su Guangsheng's letter, Shen Ping's brows furrowed. What happened to his youngest son was both expected and unexpected to him. Although the letter did not mention the cause of the fire, he suspected that someone was secretly causing trouble. What was unexpected was that he was wondering why his second daughter did not save the youngest son.

When Shen Ping thought of the current situation, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. No matter which child he lost, it would be a huge loss for him.

Alas, what a pity.

As for Su Guangsheng's complaint, Shen Ping didn't take it seriously at all. He had inquired before going to Beijing and found out that Su Guangsheng had lost an arm and resigned from his official position. Such a waste was not worth his energy. After a while, he would have to cancel his second daughter's marriage. The kid from the Su family was not worth his investment. He had to find a decent family again.

After arranging matters for his second daughter in his mind, he began to think about his eldest son and daughter. He had almost chosen a candidate for the eldest daughter's marriage, but he had to take a closer look at the eldest son, as this was his heir and the future head of the Shen family, and he must not make any mistakes.

It was a long journey, and Shen Ping sorted out all the things very quickly. He relaxed his back and prepared to take a rest during this period of time. Just as he was thinking about this, the carriage suddenly stopped. He thought we had arrived, but outside he heard the voice of his wife crying in the room.

"What happened?"

Shen's mother's companion's surname was Zhao, and everyone called her Mrs. Zhao. At this time, she was standing under the carriage with two maids. Seeing him was like seeing a savior.

"General! Help!"

Shen Ping looked at the people on the ground in confusion and asked suspiciously, "What's going on?"

Mrs. Zhao knew the seriousness of the matter and said, "General, the second young lady has gone crazy!"

Shen Ping was displeased. What was he talking about?

Mrs. Zhao kept talking, tears welling in her eyes as she recounted what happened in the mansion. Shen Ping's eyelids twitched in shock. When he heard her say that the eldest son was injured and unconscious, his hand holding the window machine suddenly tightened, and his tone was gloomy: "The eldest young master was injured? How injured is he?"

"Li Liang, let's go!"

After asking the question, without waiting for Mrs. Zhao to answer, the anxious carriage rushed out, and the dust raised made Mrs. Zhao and others cough uncontrollably.

"Aunt Zhao, let's go back quickly," shouted the maid who came out to deliver the letter.

Mrs. Zhao took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her face. She looked at the back of the carriage going away with a sad look, and angrily said to the maid: "You are the one who should say it! Don't I know to go back quickly? You are the one who should say it!"

She spat fiercely at the little maid, scaring her to the point of tears, but still not satisfied, she pinched her ears again and didn't let go until she bled.

"You little talkative hoof, look at your identity clearly!"

The other maids were trembling with fear and dared not say anything or plead for mercy. Mrs. Zhao came with the lady from her parents' home and had great reputation in front of the lady, so they did not dare to offend her.

With a cold snort, Mrs. Zhao, who had vented her anger, hurried back home with her people. Before entering the house, she tugged at her collar uncomfortably, wiped the dust on her face, and stood carefully behind Mother Shen.