AWB Chapter 372 Grandparents Get Beaten
Chapter 372 Grandparents Get Beaten
Zhang Xueming would not run away, but she couldn't live outside forever either.
When she returned to the third room, Gong Yuanzheng could no longer stick to her all the time like he had done in the past few days.
And Gong Shangjiao...
Gong Yuanzheng actually didn't feel much about the fact that he was leaving and wouldn't see him again until half a year later.
Ever since Gong Shangjiao started going out to do business, for the next nine years, he would leave in spring and return in winter every year. During the nine months in between, Gong Yuanzheng could only wait alone in Zheng Palace.
He has long been used to it.
But after Zhang Xueming said this, Gong Yuanzheng still nodded obediently: [Zhao Zhao is right, I was negligent. I can see everyone at the dinner table every day, and I forgot that my brother and others couldn't stay for long. ]
The next day, Gong Shangjiao was picked up by the Zhang family's carriage early in the morning and did not return until almost dinner time.
After dinner, Xue Chongzi saw that Gong Shangjiao had something to say to his younger brothers and sisters, so he tactfully took Xue Gongzi to say goodbye and went to the theater to have fun as usual.
In the tea room, there is a faint aroma of tea.
The steam coming out of the teacup blurred Gong Shangjiao's eyes and brows.
He briefly recounted the content of today's conversation with Zhang Wenling, and after a moment of silence, he said, "The day after tomorrow morning, we will set out for Hualing City."
Zhang Xueming was slightly startled: "So urgent?"
"After we have visited the valley near Hualing City, and wait for the layout drawings to come out and be confirmed, we can let the craftsmen in."
Gong Shangjiao smiled, lowered his eyes and gently blew away the white steam coming out of the teacup.
"We have to wait for a year or so to move. But when we move here, we will be close to you. It only takes six or seven days for a fast horse to get from Hualing City to Changling. By then, it will be convenient for you to come back or for me to visit you."
He smiled and teased Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng: "Maybe by then I'll have little nephews and nieces to hug."
Gong Yuanzheng realized the meaning of his words, and his handsome face turned red like a tomato at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Brother!" He glared at Gong Shangjiao in shame and anger, and couldn't help but steal a glance at Zhang Xueming, "Zhao Zhao and I haven't even gotten married yet and you're saying this!"
Gong Shangjiao hadn't seen his brother like this for a long time and sipped his tea contentedly.
Being shameless is really boring. My younger brother who is easily shy is cuter.
Zhang Xueming thought so too. After smiling and admiring the handsome young man who was so embarrassed that his head was about to smoke, he said slowly, "That will disappoint you, brother. Ayuan and I are still young, so we plan to have fun for a few years first. As for brother, when you are not so busy with Chenxi Sect's affairs and you are thirty years old, you should think about starting a family."
An arrow pierced his heart, and Gong Shangjiao's hand trembled. Seeing Gong Yuanzheng grinning with his big teeth bared, he glared at him unhappily: "I know, don't worry so much at such a young age, you will age quickly."
Since he has reached an agreement with Zhang Wenling, the Zhang family will consider the marriage.
But that would be after the Chenxi Sect was established and the Zhang family's business in the south was expanded. Without some achievements, there was no need for others to tie him to the big ship of the Zhang family.
After watching the movie, he would rather tie his marriage to the Zhang family for the sake of interests than trust his own judgment.
He thought he was as good as anyone in business, but he was really not good at choosing a wife.
……
After seeing off the Gong family, Zhang Xueming took Gong Yuanzheng back home.
First go to the main courtyard to pay respects to the third old master.
The third old master smiled and asked about her and Gong Yuanzheng's well-being, and was in a very good mood.
Although my internal strength was reduced by half, the feeling of my body returning to its peak was truly wonderful.
Zhang Xueming was in a good mood as he looked at his face, which had most of its wrinkles gone and was so white that it almost reflected light, and his hair roots which had turned black.
Yes, the old man looked like he could still work hard for the Zhang family for another fifty or sixty years. I hope she can be the young master until she dies, with a big tree to shade her head, and she can run away with her husband at any time and play as she pleases.
She had been too well-behaved in the past, and it was time for the Zhang family to see the young master’s rebellious period.
Zhang Xueming smiled slightly, and her smile was surprisingly gentle: "My granddaughter hasn't asked grandfather for boxing and kicking lessons for a long time. Why don't we go to the martial arts arena today?"
The Third Old Master's breathing stagnated, but his smile remained unchanged: "I am old, and I have neglected martial arts over the years. Why don't you let your father teach you? I see that he practices diligently every day, and I believe he will make great progress."
Zhang Xueming didn't insist: "Okay, then A Yuan and I will take our leave first."
The third old master felt relieved, and seeing that Zhang Xueming left so decisively, as if the previous invitation was just a casual remark, he secretly cursed himself for being too suspicious.
When a son is beaten by his daughter-in-law, it is not much better than a joke. But when a son is beaten by his granddaughter, it is different. How can he not go and see?
When the news came back that Zhang Wenling and Zhang Xueting were dragged into the indoor martial arts arena by Zhang Xueming, the third old master picked up the dragon head crutch and rushed over at full speed. In order not to miss the fun, he used light skills after walking for a while.
Seeing Gong Yuanzheng standing outside the door of the indoor martial arts arena from afar, he hurriedly slowed down his pace, leaned on his crutches and "accidentally passed by", pretending to be surprised and asked Gong Yuanzheng: "Yuanzheng, why are you here, where is Zhaozhao?"
Gong Yuanzheng smiled awkwardly but politely: "Zhao Zhao is inside. Father and second brother are sparring with her."
The third old master listened attentively and could faintly hear the sound of "bang bang" from inside.
The experienced Third Old Master immediately determined that it was the sound of a palm hitting a person. The strange thing was that there was no scream, not even a groan of pain.
He looked at Gong Yuanzheng suspiciously: "Then why don't you go in?"
Gong Yuanzheng looked back at him in surprise and said vaguely: "After all, he is an elder..."
When a daughter beats up her father and brother, how could he, a son-in-law who hasn't even married yet, just watch?
The third old master hesitated for a while, and heard the beating sounds inside slowing down, thinking that it might be over soon.
He gritted his teeth and pushed the door open.
He stood by the door for a while, and only walked in when he didn't notice any unusual movement from Gong Yuanzheng.
Gong Yuanzheng curled his lips silently: [Zhao Zhao, the old man has gone in.]
【receive. 】
A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Xueming came out, rolling up his sleeves, looking normal: "Let's go, Ayuan. You go to room six first. I'll go to the backyard to greet my mother and then come find you."
Soon, the gate of the martial arts arena was reopened, and the three generations of the third family walked out slowly.
"This little rascal, she is so bold..." The third old master pressed his hand on his chest and breathed heavily, with veins bulging on his forehead.
He felt that his body was more than just swollen. As he moved, his clothes rubbed against his skin, causing waves of burning pain as if chili powder had been sprinkled on his wounds.
"I've already beaten you, why are you hitting me again?" He wiped the tears from his eyes and glared at Zhang Wenling and Zhang Xueting fiercely: "Are you two spineless people trying to get involved with me?"
Zhang Wenling was originally very angry. He couldn't understand why Zhang Xueming beat Zhang Xueting, who had cheated her, and why did he beat him? He was innocent!
Moreover, Zhang Xueming not only gave the "Wanwu Shengfa" to Yang, but also gave it to the culprit, the Third Old Master. He was so jealous that he wanted to grab a knife and sneak into the main courtyard in the middle of the night to fight his old father to the death because he didn't have a share of this good medicine for wrinkle removal and black hair.
Now he was neither angry nor jealous. His body was burning with pain, but his mood was very good: "It turned out that Zhao Zhao sent that kind of tonic medicine to father because he was afraid that father's health was too poor to withstand the beating."
Glancing at the third old master who used to be thinner than him but is now "fatter" than him, Zhang Wenling felt satisfied.
His daughter still loves him very much.