Because his concubine's son was repeatedly criticized by slaves, Jia Zheng also took this matter seriously, for fear that some rumors would cause his official voice to be tainted. He would keep a close eye on the backyard and would not allow the slaves to vent their own privately.

When Feng Jie was in charge of the family, she burned a few fires and obeyed the slaves' treatment. She had a comprehensive and comprehensive matters. After half a month, no one said "The third master Huan was broken."

This was the first major victory that Aunt Zhao had achieved in the Jia Mansion fight. She was so beautiful in her heart. Her eyebrows and eyes stretched out, her body became lighter, and she could even wake up laughing when she was sleeping.

Jia Huan no longer practices fist and feet, and just stays in the room all day to pretend to be sick. Although eating, sleeping, eating life was his ultimate dream in his previous life, he realized that blood and killing had already been engraved in his bones and had never been separated for a moment. Even if he changed time and space and body, he was still the manic and restless Jia Huan!

No matter how rich and noble the life of the Jia family is, it has no meaning to him. He longs to become stronger, to freedom, and to dominate his destiny as he wants. However, as long as he stays in the Jia family for a day, he can only be a concubine with a low status and let others pinch it. Everything he longs for is a delusion in the eyes of others, and even in the eyes of Aunt Zhao.

Sitting on the kang by the window, Jia Huan's expression was gloomy. He ripped out a handful of love beans from his purse, chewed it, swallowed it, and then took a sip of green tea and smacked it, "It's so bitter!"

"What's so bitter?" Que'er came in with a bowl of steaming medicine.

"The medicine is bitter! Give me a plate of candied fruit." Jia Huan waved his hand.

Que'er was busy without a doubt. Jia Huan took out a handful of oleander leaves from his purse and swallowed them whole. This time his bitter facial features were distorted. However, what was even more unbearable was the severe pain of the body's cells being destroyed by toxins. At first, it was like a small bean flame, gradually spreading with the heart as the starting point, and the belts and bones were burned into ashes wherever they passed.

He was so painful that he wanted to roar and shout all over the ground, and his body was shockingly hot, but Jia Huan had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth. He loved this feeling so much! The more he felt, the happier he smiled. When all the emotions that belonged to humans were wiped out one by one, only this heart-wrenching pain could make him feel that he was a human being, a living person!

After gritting my teeth and enduring waves of severe pain, my body's repair speed gradually could not keep up with the speed of being destroyed. The toxins were emitted from the inside to the outside, forming large patches of red spots on the skin, and then swelling and suppurating at an extremely fast speed.

"It's done, it's not in vain for me to take the drug overdose." Jia Huan lay on the kang and took a deep breath.

"Ah, Master Huan San, what's wrong with you?" Que'er stood at the door and exclaimed, trying to approach, seeing the disgusting lumps cleared, and then lifted up her skirt and rushed towards Aunt Zhao's house, shouting, "Auntie, Master San is not doing well, come and have a look!"

"What's wrong with Huan'er?" Aunt Zhao was stabbed by the embroidery needle in her hand, throwing away the blood-stained silk cloth, and she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she jumped off the kang and ran out. Wasn't it good just now? She was so silly and asked her for a bowl of braised pork to eat! This little boy didn't stop at all!

"San Master, the Third Master seems to be happy!" Que'er said panting.

"See you?! Hurry up, go and call the doctor!" Aunt Zhao shook his body and almost fainted. Madam Song and Xiao Jixiang hurriedly held her arm left and right.

Seeing joy is the so-called chickenpox. If you accidentally get rid of it, it will be life-threatening and highly contagious. If you can, the people in the yard will be in danger. No matter how stupid Aunt Zhao is, she knows that this matter cannot be hidden. She walked into her son's house and sent Aunt Song to the room to report.

"When you see joy? It's so unparalleled, misfortune never comes in singularity! Have you hired a doctor?" In the Buddhist temple, Mrs. Wang slowly knocked on the wooden fish, with no joy or sorrow on her face.

"I'm asking. I don't know what karma that cheap man created in his previous life. He suffered one after another in this life, and this time he would have lost his life!" Zhou Rui's family covered his mouth and smiled.

"How can you say such a mess in front of the Buddha? Sin! Brother Huan'er is a good person, and he will always be fine." Mrs. Wang bowed to Guanyin Bodhisattva on the Buddha's shrine, and then reminded him carefully, "Go and report to the old lady quickly, don't let Baoyu Daiyu get sick. Especially Daiyu, whose delicate body cannot withstand any trouble!" After speaking, she frowned slightly, as if she was very worried about Daiyu.

"Oh, I'll go now!" Zhou Rui's family understood and pursed their lips.

After hearing the news, Jia Mu's face turned very ugly. She felt that Mrs. Wang's concern was necessary, so she hurriedly asked someone to seal Aunt Zhao's yard. Wang Xifeng accompanied her and pondered, "Old ancestor, it may be inappropriate to seal the yard. The sinks for washing clothes are connected. The disease air flows out with the water, so it is impossible to prevent it! It is better to send Brother Huan out quickly and eliminate it from the source."

"What the Phoenix girl said! When the doctor saw it, ask a few servants to carry him out." Jia Mu pressed her temples and felt deeply that Jia Huan was just a mess. If something happened every few days, it would be better to send him away.

As soon as the doctor entered the side courtyard, he was shocked by the large area of ​​red, swollen, suppurated poisonous sores on Jia Huan's body. The girl didn't dare to get close to him, so he squeezed out the window and stretched his neck to see, but Aunt Zhao took her son's hand to wipe away tears.

"Doctor, come and see Brother Huan, what's wrong with him?" Seeing the visitor, Aunt Zhao hurriedly got up and gave up her seat.

It's a bad life! First he fell, then he was beaten, and then he was acne again. Could this child be possessed by a broom star? The doctor sighed and took out a square towel smoked from the medicine box to cover his mouth and nose, and carefully touched Jia Huan's pulse.

Jia Huan leaned on the kang and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. His face was very quiet, as if nothing had happened.

After taking the pulse, the doctor was unsure. He stretched out his index finger and pointed a big bulging point on the side of Jia Huan's cheek. "When did this boil grow?" The pulse was so strange that it was not a happy sight, but it was the same as last time, which seemed to be internal injuries and poisoning.

"I don't know either!" Aunt Zhao said crying.

"This is not a boil." Jia Huan suddenly opened his eyes, slightly placing his thin lips, spitting out a moist and round jujube pit that contained it. The big bag on the side of his cheek naturally disappeared.

The doctor's mouth twitched. Master Huan San could not stop his mouth at this time. His eyes were bright and energetic. His voice was full of energy. He saw that he was not seriously ill. After thinking about it, he looked at Aunt Zhao and shook his head and said, "It's not that he was happy, but he might have touched some poisonous flowers and weeds and damaged his skin. I will prescribe some prescriptions for clearing heat and detoxifying. I will apply some ointment every day before looking at it."

"Isn't you happy? Take it seriously?" Aunt Zhao was overjoyed.

"Be serious. Human life is at stake, how can I speak nonsense?" The doctor said while writing down the medicine prescription, and then followed Yuanyang to the main courtyard to reply.

"Fortunately, it's not that we were happy, otherwise we were both going to be swept out of the house! Thank you for your blessing!" When the doctor walked away, Aunt Zhao knelt down on the edge of the kang and kowtowed to all directions.

Jia Huan tugged his lips and smiled very gloomy. He grabbed a big red date from the low table and stuffed it into his mouth. He thought to himself that the doctor had good medical skills and was not fooled. However, the matter was not over yet. Anyway, he was determined to leave this time, and when he thought of this, he felt sorry for Aunt Zhao, and couldn't help but reach out to touch her head.

"Damn kid, I only know how to eat all day long! I said, did you eat something randomly to make it happen?!" Aunt Zhao stood up and slapped her son's deviant hand hard.

"Absolutely, I swear with my personality!" Anyway, that thing was gone in eight lifetimes! Jia Huan raised three fingers with a smile.

"Baby, you laugh very well when you lie. You don't know, right? Look at me, if I don't expose you today, I won't be able to torture myself to death one day!" Aunt Zhao rolled up her sleeves, pressed her son down and beat her up.

Jia Huan stretched out his arms and kicked his legs to resist, and the mother and son became a fuss.

In the main courtyard, Jia Mu heard that it was not because of the joy, but because of allergies caused by poisonous flowers and weeds. Her face turned cloudy and sunny. She sent the doctor away with twenty taels of silver, but she didn't say anything to lift the ban on the mother and son. Because Yuanyang said that Brother Huan's poisonous sores were really disgusting and terrifying, so she still detained him so that she could not be scared.

"I didn't see you? Are you sure?" Mrs. Wang asked several times in the Buddhist temple.

"The old lady asked repeatedly, but the doctor shook her head and denied it. He was a famous miracle doctor in Beijing and thought he would not have ruined his signature. After all, seeing happiness is a big deal and he can't fool him at all." Zhou Rui's family showed a regretful look.

Mrs. Wang was stunned for a while, then continued to knock on the wooden fish one after another, with a plain voice, "Okay, it's not just a happy meeting. You go down and report it quickly if you have any questions."

Zhou Rui's family's lower eyebrows went down.

After this wave, it was a few days later. The poisonous sores on Jia Huan's body did not improve but became more serious. The doctor changed several prescriptions but did not work, so he could only shake his head and sigh.

Gradually, rumors in the mansion resurfaced. Some said that Brother Huan had leprosy; some said that Brother Huan had committed evil, and God was punishing him; some said that Brother Huan was terminally ill and his life was not long... Anyway, it was not a good thing.

Wang Xifeng also described Jia Huan's terrifying appearance as a ill person to Jia Mu know that, and finally made her think about it again.

"Zheng'er, Brother Huan'er has such a strange disease, and is covered in poisonous sores and pus flows, which looks very scary. I'm afraid that this disease will not be cured for a year or two, and I will be able to pass the disease and give it to others. What kind of leprosy is punished by heaven, it's also unpleasant to say it. Why don't you send him back to your hometown in Jinling?"

Jia Zheng did not have the idle intention to care about a illegitimate son. He went to see him once, but was scared away before entering the door. He felt extremely disgusted and nodded immediately, "What my mother said is, my son will go down and arrange it now." He said that and bowed to leave.

After receiving the news, Aunt Zhao felt like five thunders thunder was thundering, but Jia Huan curled his lips and smiled, and said intimately.

"Baby, why can you still laugh at this time?" Seeing his son's happy expression, Aunt Zhao cursed, "You idiot! There are still some monthly cases in the mansion. Your medical expenses are paid by the public servant. When you go to Jinling, you don't know which farm you will throw in. All the flowers are detained by the head of the farm. If your wife asks you privately, we have no way to go to the sky and no way to get the disease. Don't eat food. Sooner or later, we should die! When we reach the ground, you should cry! God, why is my life so hard! I won't let me live a comfortable life!" She started to scream, and she looked extremely sad.

Jia Huan felt a little guilty, touched Aunt Zhao's head, and made a prudent promise, "Auntie, don't worry, I will not let you be bullied when you go to Jinling, and you will live a million times more comfortable life than the Jia family." After pausing for a moment, his voice was a little deeper, and he continued, "Of course, if you don't want to go, just go and ask Jia Zheng. Your skin can still coax him."

Aunt Zhao didn't say anything for a long time, but her tears stopped. Finally, she beat her son and said angrily, "What Jia Zheng? That's your father! I'll put the key points in the future, don't ask someone to take the handle." After saying that, she didn't give me a correct word, and opened the curtain and left.
Chapter completed!