The more respectful Jia Cong was, the more arrogant Cai'er became, and the more he looked down on Jia Cong, thinking that he was just a disgraced young master in the Jia family, just like Jia Huan in the West Courtyard.

He can be bullied, so naturally his words and deeds will be incompatible and he will no longer take him seriously.

When Bi Luo, a girl, saw Cai'er's impudence at the side, her little face turned red with anger, and she wished she could raise her hand to slap this bitch slave. However, Jia Cong kept winking at her from the side, so the girl had no choice but to hold back.

Act rashly.

Cai'er had long been dazzled by the extravagant beauty in front of him. For a moment, he thought that his dream had come true and he was surrounded by wealth.

Seeing that this guy was getting more and more unscrupulous and his lustful eyes were rolling around Biluo, Jia Cong sneered in his heart and held a large pot of oil-splashed chicken soup in front of him and asked with a smile: "Brother Cai, this chicken soup is enough."

It has been simmering for several hours, and even the bones of the skin are crispy, with rolling oil floating on it. It is very fragrant, brother, do you want to try it?"

At this moment, Cai'er's eyes were full of Bi Luo's rare beauty with a hint of anger. How could he think about chicken soup? Hearing Jia Cong ask, he just hesitated in a low voice. Why would he let Bi Luo's eyes fall on her body?

Move half a minute?

Seeing that he was becoming more and more shameless, Bi Luo couldn't help but become even more angry. She gave him a cold look and turned around to leave.

A beauty is a beauty, and even this Baiyaner is extremely charming, with boundless spring scenery. Cai'er's mouth couldn't stop drooling when he saw it, and he stretched out his hand to pull the beauty's slender hand.

Unexpectedly, he just felt lustful and stretched out his paw to touch the beauty's finger. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his eyes, and then his face and chest were filled with bone-chilling pain, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his flesh.

The pain was so painful that he screamed wildly, but everything in front of him was pitch black...

It turned out that Jia Cong picked up a pot of boiling oil soup and poured it all on him.

This incident happened so suddenly that the little girl Biluo turned pale with fright. She stared with her beautiful eyes at Cai'er who kept moaning miserably and Jia Cong who stood aside and sneered. For a moment, her beautiful little head was filled with shock.

I was blank, confused as to what was happening in front of me.

The little girl watched helplessly as Jia Cong raised another pear wood chair and repeatedly hit Cai'er on the back of the head.

Once, twice...I don't know how many times I hit him, the slave finally collapsed to the ground without saying a word, seeing that he was beaten to death by Jia Cong.

The little girl Biluo became more and more frightened. It took her a long time to realize that it seemed that Jia Cong had splashed Cai'er's face with oil soup and then smashed him to death with a chair...

"Ah...it's a murder...help...someone...ah..."

The little girl who understood was terrified and screamed. However, as soon as her screams came out, she was interrupted by two clear and loud slaps from Jia Cong.

"If you dare to howl again, I will kill you immediately!"

Jia Cong said coldly, looking at her with a look sharper than a dagger.

The little girl was immediately so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything anymore, and she was trembling all over. Looking at Jia Cong's domineering look at this moment, where is there any hint of the cowardly look he had just now?

"Go, find me a rope and come over, hurry up!"

Jia Cong ordered coldly.

"Yes~~~"

Biluo's voice was trembling and her legs were weak. As soon as she turned around, she fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"quick!"

Jia Cong didn't know how to care for the beauty at all, and kicked her hard on the buttocks, which made the little beauty scream in pain again.

"Hmph, aren't you an old lady? Why are you so useless? If you keep dawdling, see what I can do to you in a while!"

Jia Cong gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Oh...okay..."

Biluo felt extremely aggrieved and hurriedly got up from the ground, limped and ran out.

Seeing her figure disappearing at the door, Jia Cong couldn't help but sneer: Before he knew something happened to Jinque, Jia Mu hurriedly stuffed a girl in. If the old lady didn't know anything about this, he couldn't be more stupid.

You will believe it. Since the old lady was forced in to replace Jinque, why should he be polite anymore?

Seeing Bi Luo's graceful and embarrassed back disappear, Jia Cong withdrew his gaze and glared fiercely at Cai'er, who was lying motionless on the ground and had long since fainted.

"Jinque, my good Jinque, if you have any soul, please let me know. Even if I can't marry you in this life, I will never let you harm others without knowing it. I will do it with my own hands right now.

Revenge you!"

Jia Cong stared at the empty room, chanting silently, and his face was filled with tears.

If it were in the past, he must have been lying down at this time, and Jin Que was sitting next to him doing needlework. He liked to see Jin Que, the little girl, holding a handful of colorful silk threads, stitch by stitch, and embroidering colorful patterns.

Flowers come...

But there will be no more peace and quiet in the future, and his brocade will never come back again...

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, causing the candles in the room to sway and all go out.

A ray of pale light faintly rushed into the dark room. This ray of light flickered in and out. The Jinque girl seemed to be standing in the center of the room again, staring at him with a pair of tearful eyes and a smile in her eyes.

"Jinque, Jinque, is it you, is it really you!?"

Jia Cong exclaimed, tears blurring his eyes for a moment. He reached out to hug her, but it was in vain.

The brilliance dimmed, and Jinque's figure disappeared in an instant, leaving a pair of smiling tearful eyes in Jia Cong's mind, which will never be erased.

"Jinque... Jinque... Jinque!"

Jia Cong yelled like crazy and was about to chase the white light, but where to find it?

"Jinque, Jinque, I regret it so much. If I had known this was the case, I would have married you a long time ago. No matter how shy you are, I will marry you as my wife..."

Jia Cong cried out in pain, but only the echo echoed in the empty room...

"Master...Master...where are you...I...so scared..."

Suddenly there was a low cry, and a vague figure flashed in.

"Jinque?!"

Jia Cong was so ecstatic that he jumped up, flew towards her, hugged her tightly in his arms, and kissed her passionately as soon as he lowered his head.

"Damn girl, where have you gone? Why didn't you tell me? You scared me to death. Do you know how scared I am and how worried I am?"

Jia Cong burst into tears, kissing the person in his arms and murmuring emotionally.

"Master, Master, it's me, what are you doing..."

The man in his arms struggled desperately and pushed Jia Cong away.

Jia Cong was stunned for a moment, and after taking a closer look with the pale moonlight that filtered into the room, he realized that the person crying in a low voice was not Jin Que, but Bi Luo.

"Why is it you? Where has Jinque gone?"

Jia Cong lost his feelings in an instant, stared at Bi Luo and asked coldly, his hot tears turning cold in the blink of an eye.

"I...how do I know...I have never seen Sister Jinque..."

Biluo faltered in a low voice.

Jia Cong's whole body was cold, and he knew that what happened just now was probably a dream? Or maybe Jinque's soul had really come back. She just glanced at him briefly and then left far away, so far away that he could never find her again in this life.

The more Jia Cong thought about it, the colder his heart became, and the more he thought about it, the harder his heart became. The only trace of tenderness he had has been given to Jinque, and I'm afraid he will never have it again in the future.
Chapter completed!