049 Chen Kuang was furious

Qingzhi and Yi were lying on the bed, still holding the pillow, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Such a person, if in May of the next year, is the one who chooses him......

As long as I think about it a little, I feel unhappy.

The reckless Xi'er ran in from outside the house, and a series of footsteps rang out.

"Sister Qing, get up quickly, it's important to save people."

Xi'er has always been inaccurate in her sense of proportion, and likes to exaggerate.

So even if she shouted the four words "it is important to save people", Qingzhi only opened her eyes slightly, and she didn't even plan to move her body.

At best, she is just a maid, she can't save her if she really wants to die, why should she be in a hurry if it is not a major matter related to human life.

Seeing her lazy appearance, Xi'er was so anxious that she walked over and shook her hand, and said hurriedly: "Sister Qing, don't be rubbing, slow down, I'm afraid the fifth young master will be beaten to death by the country's father-in-law." ”

Xi'er is one of the few people who knows that Chen Jiaqi likes Qingzhi, so she came here to ask for help.

Qingzhi sat up and looked at Xi'er a little strangely.

Although Chen Jiaqi was born to the concubine of Chen Kuang, the father-in-law of the country, he was an old man, and he was usually very loved, how could he beat him.

Seeing that she was puzzled, Xi'er sat on the edge of the bed and gasped for a long breath before saying: "I don't know the specific situation, it seems that I just told the fifth young master a family matter, but the fifth young master refused to obey, and made a lot of noise. ”

"Stupid."

Qing Zhi muttered, turned over and stood up.

Suddenly, I remembered Zhou's face.

That woman, who was rejected by herself like this, how could she not act at all.

This time to tell Chen Jiaqi about kissing, she should have picked it up.

Originally, who Chen Jiaqi wanted to marry, who the father-in-law wanted to beat, and who the Zhou family wanted to calculate, it had nothing to do with her.

She can't control other people's lives.

But no one can guarantee that if Chen Jiaqi can't bear the beating and confesses to her, what will he do?

Although it is said that she does not have no other place except for the Guozhang Mansion.

It's just that at the moment, she can't leave the Guozhang Mansion yet.

There's no easier way to find your way home.

"I'll take a look."

She dropped her pillow and walked briskly down the hall.

Xi'er took the pillow and put it away, different from Qingzhi's demeanor, and shouted after her: "Sister Qing, you wait, wait for me." ”

Before he approached the hall, he had already surrounded three circles inside and three circles outside.

When everyone saw Qingzhi coming, they pulled her quite gossipily and asked in a low voice: "Qingzhi, do you know why the grandfather of the country has such a big temper?" ”

"That's right, you usually walk diligently with your masters, the fifth young master's family business is so good, why don't you want it?"

The questioners were gossipy long-tongued women.

Qing Zhi shook her head and replied in a low voice, "I just came back from Guanyin Temple with the girl, I don't know." ”

It is imperative to clarify the relationship.

"The national master beat the fifth young master hard, if it weren't for Mrs. Zhang kneeling and pleading, she would be afraid of breaking her leg."

"It's just ......"

Seeing that Qingzhi didn't know what was going on, they continued to mumble to each other.

This made Qingzhi a little surprised, the father-in-law has always loved Chen Jiaqi, even if there is anything unsatisfactory, at most he will scold twice, or he will hit him twice, so as not to ask for affection.

She thought to herself, squeezed forward two steps, and wanted to see how Chen Jiaqi had offended the country's father-in-law.

As soon as she stepped forward, Zhang saw her, as if she had seen a savior, took a few steps forward, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the middle of the hall fiercely, not giving Qingzhi a chance to refuse at all.

Qingzhi has little strength, it can be said that it is very small, when she was a child, she suffered from the cold, and she has not been conditioned when she accumulates in her body, and she can't exert her strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that the strength of the twelve-year-old Xi'er is incomparable.

"The master loves you on weekdays, and Qi'er is not bad to you, Qingzhi, you quickly intercede with the master, don't fight, if you continue to fight, how can Qi'er stand it."

It seems that the Zhang family is really chaotic and out of proportion, there are so many people who don't catch it, they have to grab a girl ring to intercede.

But Qing Zhi thought about it, it was the father-in-law of the country who was in charge, and he was so angry now, but anyone with a little brains knew how to protect himself, who dared to come forward to persuade him.

The Zhang family was also helpless, so he pulled Qingzhi.

It can also be seen from the side that although she is a Yahuan, her identity is above Yahuan.

Chen Jiaqi knelt on the ground, behind the thin sweatshirt, he could vaguely see a few faint traces of blood, trembling slightly because of the pain.

It can be seen that the grandfather of the country is really angry this time, and no matter who he is, he can't persuade him.

She is a little girl, if she accidentally says the wrong word, won't she become cannon fodder?

When Chen Jiaqi saw her, there was obvious hope in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Qingzhi never felt that Chen Jiaqi was a man with responsibilities, a noble son who grew up under the food of brocade clothes and jade, without the hardships of life, nor the burden of social work, and he didn't even know how rice was grown, it was impossible to make such a person become a man with responsibilities immediately.

But there is one thing, but it is absolutely sincere.

That's the love for Qingzhi.

Although it is said that Chen Jiaqi was beaten, it cannot be completely counted on her head.

However, Qingzhi also has to bear a certain responsibility.

As she walked inside, she looked around, and there were not many masters sitting in the hall, but all the little weight came.

The old lady Guan, Chen Jiasheng, Chen Jiakun, Mrs. Lou, Wang, Zheng, almost all the heirs and wives are sitting here; Chen Jiading didn't come because he was in Shangshutai, and Zhao Yaoyu didn't come because he was pregnant and didn't make this kind of violent scene.

Every time she took a step forward, Linglong's mind turned.

In the end, she walked up to her grandfather and knelt down, and everyone's eyes fell on her.

"Master Guo, what did the fifth young master do wrong, just fight, don't be angry."

"It's none of your business, go down!"

The grandfather loves Qingzhi on weekdays, and he won't repeat a sentence when he speaks, but today he seems to be really angry, shouted loudly, and then waited for Zhang's fiercely, and said loudly: "If you don't discipline your son well, forget it, now you have to find someone to intercede for you?" ”

Zhang was already stunned by this momentum, tears flowed uncontrollably, kneeling beside Chen Jiaqi, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Qing Zhi was not frightened, since she could kneel here and speak, she naturally would not retreat because of a word.

Raising her head, she met the face of the national master, who was slightly distorted because of annoyance, and she continued: "The national master, please calm your anger, the matter of the fifth young master is the family matter of the masters, and I am just a maid, and I have no qualifications to intervene; It's just that I grew up in the house since I was a child, this is my home, all the words, I have to say, if what I say is wrong, please punish the father-in-law again. ”

These words, in the entire Guozhang Mansion, Qing Zhi dared to say them.

The grandfather looked at her, his anger did not decrease but increased, and the whip in his hand slapped the coffee table hard, making a "pop" sound.