A traitor

Back in the mansion, Ruyi was waiting outside, looking anxious, as if her butt was burned by fire.

There are three guests standing beside him, one is the housekeeper of Xiang's mansion, one is the minister of Changlu Temple, and the other is Young Master Jia who boasted in the restaurant yesterday.

Su Qinglang got down from the carriage, was startled when he saw the three people, then hurriedly walked over, cupped his hands and said politely: "What kind of wind is it that brought you, Butler Qin, here? Outside the door, forgive me."

As he said that, Ruyi, who was standing aside with staring eyes, seemed to be blaming and blaming.

Butler Qin also cupped his hands, and replied: "Master Su, you don't have to be polite, because the young master told the villain to go and come back quickly, so he insisted on waiting here, so don't bother going through the house."

He paused, took out a box of ointment, and said, "I heard that Mr. Su was injured, the young master specially ordered the villain to give it to you."

Su Qinglang lowered his eyes and saw that it was the snowflake dew that Fanbang entered the palace. It had miraculous effects on treating bruises and scars. Even the imperial concubine's palace only had such a small bottle.

After hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile on his lips: "The news from the Prime Minister's House is really well-informed, so please take care of me, Young Master."

Master Jia Dexin next to him couldn't stand anymore, he held his son with one hand, and leaned over eagerly: "Master Su..."

However, Su Qinglang didn't seem to see him, and said to the butler: "I got up and left early the day before yesterday because I had to go to court early, so I didn't have time to say goodbye to the young master, it was really rude."

The butler smiled slightly: "My lord is busy with business, so the young master should understand. I just heard that my lord has a blind date today, and the young master is very happy. I have stayed in the mansion to pray for my lord. I hope that my lord can meet a good wife and helper. I don't know how the blind date will turn out. Send the villain here to inquire."

Su Qinglang thought to himself, eat plums and ask sweet and sour, you fucking know why, you know that I was beaten on a blind date, and you still send someone to ask the result, are you deliberately amusing me?

Although he was angry in his heart, he still kept a smile on his face, pretending to sigh and said: "Marriage is a matter of mutual consent, and the girl looks down on me, so it shows that I am a lonely life."

Hearing this, Master Jia raised his head, his eyes lit up, and he found a breakthrough in an instant, and hurriedly said, "Master Su, I have a niece..."

He also heard Su Qinglang say: "I have some time these few days, I wonder if it would be convenient for the young master to play chess with him tomorrow."

The housekeeper was a little embarrassed, and replied: "Tomorrow is the anniversary of Madam's death. The young master is going to guard the spirit on the lonely mountain, and he will return in three days. Mr. Su should go there in a few days."

Su Qinglang nodded, and said again: "It's a bit cold on the lonely mountain, tell the young master to bring more clothes when going out, don't miss your body by being sad."

The housekeeper smiled: "Yes, the villain will definitely bring the words."

After a pause, he added: "The young master will definitely listen to what the adults say."

Seeing the two of them having a lively chat here, but treating themselves as sour pears that no one wants, Mrs. Jia felt miserable, with an old face, comparable to Coptis chinensis in June, and like a chrysanthemum in October. Yellow leaves, when the autumn wind blows, the ground is full of sadness and desolation.

The two came and went, exchanged polite greetings for a while, and finally heard the housekeeper say: "It's getting late, I still have something to do in the villain's house, so I'll take my leave first."

Su Qinglang nodded, and Lie Shou said please, and then personally sent him away.

When I came back, I only saw Jia Dexin standing at the door with a sad face, like a sick hen.

And that young master Jia, who had a strong character and was full of uprightness, followed behind his father, shrinking his head and shrinking his head, like a tortoise that has been around for thousands of years.

He walked over, glanced sideways at the two of them, saw that Jia Dexin was about to speak, and turned his back while waving his fan, with a look of disdain.

Looking at a smoky green willow not far away, he deliberately raised his voice, and said with a sneer: "I heard that Mrs. Jia would scold me for being a villain and stealing the country every day when he returned to the mansion, but I don't know what Qinglang did wrong. What is it that makes Mrs. Jia so worried?"

Mr. Jia immediately broke into a cold sweat, nodded and bowed his head, and apologized: "Mr. Su, the dog has nothing to do with it. I accidentally bumped into you. Please forgive me."

It turned out that yesterday, after Jia Siqi had a fight with Su Qinglang, he was panicked, knowing that he had offended the nobleman by committing death, but he dared not tell his father about the restaurant.

As a result, the city was full of rumors, and the little kids on the street made up several songs based on this incident. Only Mr. Jia was confused and kept in the dark.

Poor Mr. Su thought he was sentimental, moved a chair when he returned to the mansion, sat upright and waited for half the night.

I wanted to take this opportunity to teach them a lesson and blackmail them, but unexpectedly, I was treated as a bully, and I looked eagerly at the gate of my own house, almost turning into a watchman's stone, but I still didn't see Jia Dexin and Jia Siqi coming to plead guilty. The servants here looked at him, as if they saw a psychopath with an abnormal brain, so the anger in Master Su's heart became even stronger.

This morning, Lord Jia watched Su Qinglang walking towards him from a distance, so he shook his face as usual, straightened his clothes, and was about to go forward to salute, but Master Su snorted coldly and turned his head away. Ignoring him, he walked over with a cold face, without even taking a look.

Lord Jia received a cold reception, and at that time he was still very puzzled, not knowing what he had done wrong to offend this ancestor unintentionally.

Until the early morning, on the way home, I saw some colleagues talking to me, and some people secretly gave him a thumbs up, admiring that he gave birth to a good and upright son.

Master Jia felt more and more that something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed someone to ask about the cause and effect, only then did he realize that he was giving gifts and making excuses for half a day, and when his son turned his head, he offended Su Qinglang, a nobleman.

Master Jia was scared to pee on the spot, so he dared to be negligent, hurried home, repaired his son severely, and dragged Jia Siqi to apologize to Su Qinglang.

Unexpectedly, he and Su Qinglang were not destined for each other. Last time, the door was closed, and this time he didn't see anyone. The housekeeper in the mansion didn't dare to let him in. The book boy who delivered the letter said, Master Su's red luan star is moving, come down After the morning court, he changed his clothes and went on a blind date outside the city, so Lord Jia could only watch outside the door.

Coincidentally, I ran into the housekeeper of Qin Xiangfu, and the few of them waited outside the door together, but they didn't feel lonely.

Su Qinglang glanced at him sideways, then deliberately avoided his body, snorted loudly, and said in a strange way: "Is it unintentional, you and I know in our hearts, I only sigh that I regard Mr. Jia as a relative or friend, but Mr. Jia treats my I fed it to the dog with good intentions. Although I, Su Qinglang, am not a hero and sage, I also know about etiquette, righteousness, and shame. Mr. Jia is not in the same way as I am, and does not conspire with me. If this is the case, why should I put my hot face on you again? cold ass?"

In this city of Chang'an, who doesn't know that Su Qinglang is a famous rascal who can spit out eighteen lotus flowers with one mouth?

Above the court, interfering with others, soliciting rumors, calling the dead into the living, and the black into the white.

If anyone dares to offend him, it's like offending ten aunts who lost chickens. He will definitely be ashamed of being derogatory with a few words, peel off three layers of skin, and dig out three bones of you.

It's just that it's all here, for the sake of his son's future, Mr. Jia can only be prepared to be "skinned and dismantled", wiped off his cold sweat, and said again: "Where is Mr. Su, the next official is loyal to you. Never mind, the matter of the restaurant is purely a misunderstanding, I will ask the dog to make an apology for you..."

As he spoke, he pulled Jia Siqi who was standing next to him, and winked again. Jia Siqi's expression changed, and he curled his lips, as if he had eaten a fly.

However, one level of official rank crushes people to death, not to mention that Su Qinglang's official rank is two ranks older than his father's, which can crush their heads to the ground, and they will never be able to stand up again.

I could only lower my face, reluctantly took two steps, cupped my hands and said: "Master Su, I was reckless yesterday, and I have no malice towards you, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Su Qinglang avoiding it with disgust, dressed in elegant and flawless clothes, and because of his movements, they were slightly scattered by the wind, like a quietly blooming white lotus.

Hulahula waving his folding fan, standing in front of the mansion gate with his waist pinched, like an old lady scolding the street, he raised his eyebrows at Jia Dexin and said: "Master Jia, your son is very talented, educated and rich, he will definitely become the pillar of the country in the future, and They also said that if there is a chance to enter the imperial court in the future, they will definitely write a letter to the emperor to flay me and expose my body to the wilderness!"

Jia Siqi thought to himself, it's obviously your own fucking idea, how can you blame me?

So, he couldn't help but blurted out: "This is not me..."

Seeing Su Qinglang folding the fan again, he immediately changed his face and interrupted his words: "It wasn't you who said it, could it be I who said it, I am a dignified second-rank official in the imperial court, how could I spread rumors and frame you as a little Gongsheng?"

When Jia Dexin saw his son say something wrong, Su Qinglang got angry, and almost knelt down in fright.

Hastily said to him: "My lord, forgive me, Quan Zi didn't mean that. I also ask my lord to read that because Quan Zi is young and ignorant, please forgive him a little this time. We will definitely remember your kindness."

"Master Jia's words are wrong."

Su Qinglang raised his lips, and said lazily: "You must know that the dangers in this world are best to be choked in the bud. Your son dares to do this to me before he has made any achievements. If he really gains power in the future , How can I, Su Qinglang, have a foothold above this court? Should I just take a rope and go home and kill myself?"

"Moreover……"

He paused, held the folding fan, tapped it in the palm of his hand, and said: "This is a good saying, it is better to raise a dog than to keep a wolf, people's hearts are separated by the belly, Master Jia is right now. It sounds good, but according to what your son said, I don't know how to talk about me behind the scenes!

Qingming and incompetent, I guard the position of the second-rank minister all day long, fearing that someone will harm me. I thought I would find a sincere friend like Mr. Jia, but I didn't want such a thing to happen. If you and I were switched, what would happen to you? How to choose? "