lcionline Chapter 215: He didn't get his hands dirty, and he got to fight enough.
Chapter 215: He didn't get his hands dirty, and he got to fight enough.
"I think that if my father could also know this good news, he would be very happy."
Hearing this, Gu Chen was slightly taken aback, a complicated expression appearing in his eyes. That unfilial son was useless, but he did give him a good grandson.
“It is truly rare to see such filial piety from Brother Lü,” Gu Chen said slowly, then instructed a servant, “Go and send a message to Jia Cheng, so that he can also be happy.”
"Yes." The servant immediately went to do so.
"Thank you, Grandfather." Lu Ge'er bowed respectfully to Gu Chen.
In the instant he lowered his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of the fleeting chill in Madam Gu's eyes out of the corner of his eye.
Half a year is still too long!
Gu Jiacheng lay on a pile of rotten grass, the old cotton quilt covering him with several holes, revealing the yellowed cotton inside.
When the messenger told him the news that Brother Lü had passed the imperial examination and become a scholar.
He was taken aback at first, then burst into wild laughter that echoed throughout the simple house.
"Haha... My sons, one is the future Marquis of Anyang, the other a scholar with the potential to become the top scholar. You bastards, you've all been tormenting this young master. Just wait and see how I deal with you when I get back..."
Gu Jiacheng laughed as he struggled to sit up, but his legs were already crippled. As soon as he moved, excruciating pain shot through his legs, and he couldn't help but grimace.
But the pain did not dampen his excitement at all. He shouted loudly towards the outside, "Everyone! Get in here!"
After a long while, a servant strolled in slowly, his face full of impatience: "What are you shouting for? Are you trying to call back my soul?"
"Go and prepare a table of fine wine and food for me. I want to celebrate properly today."
Upon hearing this, the servant scoffed, "Do you think you're still the young master of the Gu family? You're lucky if you can even get a meal."
Gu Jiacheng's face darkened, and he glared at him angrily: "How dare you talk to me like that? Believe me or not, when I get back, I'll have my father skin you alive! My son is a scholar now, and he's destined to be a high-ranking official. You all just wait!"
The servant curled his lip, his face full of disdain: "You? Don't even dream about it." With that, he turned to leave.
"Stop!" Gu Jiacheng snapped, grabbing a tattered pillow from the bed and throwing it at the servant. "You bastard, you've always made things difficult for me..."
The servant didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand with a look of disgust: "You can just go crazy here by yourself."
After saying that, he strode out of the house and slammed the door shut behind him.
Gu Jiacheng was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he was panting heavily when suddenly the door creaked open again.
He thought the servant had changed his mind and was about to mock him when two burly men walked in, their faces full of ferocity.
Before he could react, one of the burly men strode to the bedside and, without saying a word, covered his mouth and nose with a damp cloth.
Gu Jiacheng struggled desperately, flailing his arms wildly in the air, trying to push the burly man away.
But with his legs crippled, he was already weak and had no power to resist these two strong men.
His eyes were filled with fear and resentment, and he made a "woo-woo" sound in his throat, trying to call for help.
“Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. After you die, go find the lady, but don’t come looking for me!” another burly man muttered quietly from the side.
As his consciousness faded, Gu Jiacheng was unwilling to accept it; he hadn't even had a chance to enjoy his newfound happiness yet...
A moment later, Gu Jiacheng's body slowly went limp, his hands falling limply to the side of the bed, but his eyes were still wide open, unable to close them in death.
Seeing that he was no longer breathing, the two burly men exchanged a glance and quickly left under the cover of night.
Second day
News of Gu Jiacheng's death reached us.
"Jiacheng...my son..."
Gu Chen was devastated. He couldn't accept the reality of a parent outliving their child, and he cried uncontrollably. He immediately requested a seven-day leave from the imperial court.
As usual, Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze saw Lu Ge'er squatting alone to the side, adding paper money to the brazier.
The child showed no sign of grief; his eyes were unusually calm as he quietly watched the leaping flames.
Chu Ruohan was startled and subconsciously looked at Gu Junze, only to see his brows furrowed slightly.
Chu Ruohan squatted down, looked at Lu Ge'er tenderly, and said softly, "Lu Ge'er, if you're feeling sad, just cry it out. Don't hold it in."
Lu Ge'er paused, then looked up, his gaze sweeping over Gu Junze and Chu Ruohan.
After hesitating for a moment, as if finally gathering her courage, she suddenly threw herself into Chu Ruohan's arms, "Auntie..."
Chu Ruohan was slightly taken aback, then realized what was happening and quickly reached out to hug Lu Ge'er tightly, gently patting his back.
"Cry, it'll make you feel better."
Lu Ge'er shook his head. He didn't want to cry, but it had been a long time since he had been able to lean on his mother's arms.
Stepping out of the mourning hall, the sunlight warmed my skin.
Brother Lu took a deep breath; it was over…
In the past few days, the threshold of Hongmeng Academy has been almost broken down by people kicking it. All the prominent families in the capital are rushing to send their children over.
Chu Ruohan was extremely busy, and Yingqing was just as busy. These children were all of varying abilities, but they were all precious treasures in their families.
His temperament is different from that of Brother Lu, and he is very difficult to discipline.
He really didn't want to teach anymore; he'd rather go to the military camp with the prince!
He hadn't seen Chu Yueshu for quite some time...
Even Song Ruyan, who had just recovered from serious injuries, came out to help...
Song Ruyan shouted at the top of her lungs, "Everyone, get into a horse stance! Get into a horse stance, keep your backs straight and don't move!"
She paced back and forth among the children, scrutinizing each one.
A chubby boy dressed in brocade clothes, his face flushed, cried out in a tearful voice, "It's too tiring, I'm not doing it anymore."
Song Ruyan's face was unusually stern. "Learning kung fu is never easy. Back in the day, I practiced martial arts with my master, and I never slacked off, no matter how cold the winter or how hot the summer."
"If you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, what's the point of learning kung fu?"
The chubby boy pouted, plopped down on the ground in a huff, and said, "I don't care, I'm not going to study anymore! It's too tiring!"
Once there was a first, there was a second, and these kids simply resorted to shameless behavior.
It's like they're saying, "I'm not going to do it, what can you do about it?"