Chapter 17, it was fun to watch
Mr. Qiao was very angry, but this collision almost made him die. In fact, he lost an adult again. When he saw the widow making a fuss on the street, his injustice for himself and Chengpingbo's injustice soared instantly.
News on the streets come out every day. There is no big difference between Mrs. Chengpingbo's youth and large family property and the Wang couple next door fighting in the middle of the night. It is a gust of wind in his ears. As long as it has nothing to do with the person involved, it will pass. Everyone is busy with their own food, clothing, housing and transportation. Whoever wants to slander their reputation has the leisure to talk repeatedly.
For Mr. Qiao, his career is still an important thing for him. Otherwise, he would worry about his children quietly competing for family property, and he would not spend more time on Chengping Bo Mansion.
This is the attitude of ordinary people towards news. After listening to a few words, it will pass. If the news is in line with you, you will be involved.
Mr. Qiao is now the one who devoted himself to it, and he almost didn't have to think about listing Mrs. Chengpingbo's long-form crimes.
He is unfaithful, shows up in public, is evil in appearance, and corrupts the family style... After this long crime, a long story follows. Mr. Qiao has already made a visit to who can control Mrs. Chengpingbo's behavior of making trouble in the street.
Then, he heard Mrs. Chengpingbo's words, as if a pot of snow water was poured on Mr. Qiao's head. While he was awake, he also saw clearly who the godson was. There was even one who held his clothes tightly and cried. Her beauty made Mr. Qiao hate her. Isn't this Mrs. Nangong?
The King of Jin had no wife, and there was not even a wife who had no one to pass the door. What else would the people around the pillow wait for if they were not proud? The widow ignored her face and openly opened the door to welcome the King of Jin. It was quite difficult not to get angry when she was being talked about. If she could put her position right, she could resolve it. If she raised her tail in the superficial flattery, she would definitely have conflicts with the officials who did things according to the rules.
In the business that Mr. Qiao took over, more than one thing was disturbed by Mrs. Nangong. Sometimes, the person he wrote the official documents and had to deal with them often went through a lot of manpower and material investigation, and then wrote it on the official documents after obtaining the evidence. It was not a big deal for the parties to give Mrs. Nangong to give Liang Ren. Among the ten items, they could often be described as one and half.
Mr. Qiao was so angry that he was not a serious case of life, can anyone who should be punished be spared because of a woman's words?
No matter how small things are, is the time and energy spent not worth it?
They are just the ones who are bad. If Mrs. Nangong and others can lead the family, they might as well do this official for them.
The reason why the officials endured this person by their side was because King Jin had made great contributions to governing Nanxing. Chengpingbo, one of the officials in Nanxing, also wanted to mediate. Mr. Qiao and others swallowed this breath and then swallowed this breath.
At this moment, the breath that swallowed again and again was even more serious after seeing Mrs. Nangong's face, it was even more serious than when she was facing Mrs. Chengpingbo's dissatisfaction just now. The volcano erupted out of Mrs. Qiao's chest.
Mr. Qiao is a literati. Since ancient times, literati have focused on cultivation. They easily do not lose their temper and do not show their emotions.
But he could see his true body at first glance, his face twisted and his teeth gritted, and he didn't want any respect for the official body. He cursed and heard the whole street: "Go ahead!"
He raised his legs and kicked Mrs. Nangong, who was trembling with his calf, out of the sedan chair. "Turn", Mrs. Nangong tore a corner of his clothes, and the clothes were strong. Mr. Qiao was almost thrown out of the sedan chair by the sedan chair. His sedan chair servant supported him in time. Mr. Qiao jumped out of the sedan chair and walked towards Mrs. Nangong, looking at his appearance, he planned to beat Mrs. Nangong.
The onlookers were satisfied and said with relish: "It's lively today, and the master wants to hit people."
Someone shouted home: "Girl, mother, come out and see it quickly. If you don't look at it, you will be gone."
Mrs. Chengpingbo was panting while standing on the wooden stick, and her anger became more and more angry. She was ready to fight Mr. Qiao and help her kid. She simply prepared for a fight with Mr. Qiao. Anyway, one fight was to beat him, and one fight was also to beat him, and then she saw Mrs. Nangong being raped.
She had never seen this lively, her round eyes were as bright as pearls. She did not put on makeup, only her red lips, snowy skin and black eyelashes on her face, and her filial clothes could not block the breath of youth. Under this stare, others could not look directly at her.
The onlookers began to sympathize with her. Shouldn’t everyone protect such a beautiful young lady who is willing to be a widow?
The first person raised his fist and waved it at Mrs. Nangong a few times, and said angrily: "You should hit her, this bad woman."
"Beat her, beat her hard."
Mr. Qiao calmed down in this call. That's right. The Nanxing Royal City is still an orderly place. His Highness of Jin needs their service and gives them certain kindness. But have they been superior from now on, even pressing on the officials?
He smiled like an official, and found something was wrong on his head. He raised his hand and pushed the crooked bun back into the middle of his head. When he combed the bun, he could tightly buckle it on his head. It was already loose in the process of tilting it over and pushing it back in this way. Mr. Qiao had no intention of caring about it. As long as he didn't put it down now, he would put it aside.
All his energy was removed from maintaining his official position, and the other thing turned into a small matter in his heart: a certain month and a certain day of a certain year was disturbed by Mrs. Nangong, which was one; a certain day of a certain month and a certain day of a certain year was disturbed by Mrs. Nangong, which was the second crime..... A colleague was disturbed by Mrs. Nangong, which was disturbed by Mrs. Nangong...
He returned to his slow and slow posture, which made him turn over the old accounts and also made him calm and calm to get along with Mrs. Nangong, at least she did not dare to find the old accounts in today's matter.
This also gives Mrs. Nangong time to recover. When people are too anxious, they often have wisdom. Mrs. Chengpingbo is like this, and Mrs. Nangong is like this.
The gorgeous woman stood up and glared at Mr. Qiao, and said sharply: "Qiao Yu, you old man who is not far from death, dare you hit me? How dare you hit me again? Believe it or not, I will let Chen Aiai from Xihuayuan pick up your sons' guests for free!"
Mr. Qiao's calmness and calmness all flew towards Java. He was a person who was cautious in his life. His sons were more cautious than the other. They spent their money to stay in brothels. The brothers and sisters fought against Chen Aiai and everyone knew.
Chen Aiai's price is high. Mr. Qiao once thanked his wife after getting drunk: "The sons can't afford to pay, so there is no one slutty person around them."
He did not say that Chen Aiai was a slutty woman, because the slutty people around Mr. Qiao were all different from men and women.
Chen Aiai's public charges were paid, and after passing Minglu Yamen, she was not appropriate to describe her as slut, but she earned this money. Compared with those who were scrambling young masters and those who even showed serious faces, these people could be called slutty.
Mrs. Nangong could not know Mrs. Qiao's drunken words, but Mrs. Qiao did not get into Chen Aiai's eyes because she had no money. The brothers reduced a conflict, which could be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.
Mrs. Nangong's threat is still valid. As far as Mr. Qiao's feelings are concerned, his sons can endure their own family property; his sons can teach them more than spend money; his sons can only get angry; their sons are desperate to fight for a woman... The old man's life is probably not alive.
It is better to have one less than one more.
Mrs. Nangong clenched her fists and sneered at Mr. Qiao.
Mr. Qiao clenched his fists and glared at Mrs. Nangong.
The two people were in a stalemate, and the onlookers were anxious: "This is too unreasonable. Can instigate people even scare people?"
"That's right, is this reasonable?" The person who said this was a righteous aunt. She was young and widowed for years. Generally speaking, she was incompatible with Mrs. Nangong. She had no chance to talk about her before. Today she had the opportunity to talk about her. She was full of spitting and whispering everywhere.
When Mrs. Nangong couldn't bear to listen, she turned her face and roared at her: "Get out! If you don't get out, I will let the yamen punish you."
As she roared, another roar roar roared. While the wooden stick hit Mrs. Nangong with a sharp shadow, Mrs. Chengpingbo's anger was no longer enough. She also let go of her voice and vented her anger: "Our account has not been settled yet. Get out of here. If you dare to come to my house, I will beat you to death!"
He knocked down Mrs. Nangong with one stick, and then hit her again with the second stick.
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Chapter completed!