Chapter 37

When Jia Cong woke up, he found that his hands and feet were tied again, light leaked into the cave, and the female thief was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was thinking about how to untie the rope and escape, a figure flashed at the entrance of the cave, and the female thief walked in carrying a cleaned mountain rabbit.

She skillfully roasted the mountain rabbit on the fire until it was golden, and the aroma of meat filled the cave. Jia Cong's stomach growled ungraciously.

He hadn't eaten anything for a day and a night.

The female thief tore off a rabbit leg, turned her back, untied her face towel, and ate it slowly. After eating, she put on the face towel again, turned around, and untied the ropes on Jia Cong's body.

She threw the remaining rabbit meat in front of him. Jia Cong couldn't care about this somewhat contemptuous act. He had been hungry for a day and a night.

Picking up the rabbit meat on the ground, he dusted off the dust and devoured it. Before long, he had eaten most of the mountain rabbit.

The female thief threw the water bag in front of him and said: "Clean your hands first, then wash them with water. If you leave any dirt, I will cut off your hands!"

Jia Cong heard that her voice was not much older than his own. She was so fierce and vicious. He wished she would never be wanted by anyone in her life.

"You just wanted to touch me!" The female thief's voice was cold, but with a hint of shame and anger.

As soon as the words fell, he saw a residual image flash before his eyes. He shouted "bad" in his heart, his right shoulder tilted violently, wanting to dodge, but he didn't expect his left shoulder socket to be hit hard.

When Jia Cong cleaned his hands, the woman had already turned around and untied her clothes. Jia Cong saw that the knife wound on her back had completely subsided, and the ointment applied yesterday had actually been absorbed by the wound.

The cut skin and flesh were also tightly adhered together, leaving a thin red line. The skin around the wound still showed some bright red, which was the trace of flesh and blood healing.

He clearly had a belly full of schemes and at least thought of more than a dozen ways to escape, but encountering this female thief's simple and rough style, he actually had no room to display them.

Jia Cong looked at the black iron bottle in his hand. There was such a magical wound medicine in the world. He hadn't heard of the famous Yunnan Baiyao in later generations having such magical effects. He really couldn't underestimate the ancients.

He was a bit helpless, wiping the grease on his hands on the new robe that cost ten taels of silver.

After applying the wound medicine, the female thief was wearing clothes, and Jia Cong felt a bad premonition in his heart, and his whole body's muscles were tightening.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong's heart suddenly rose with a lot of anxiety. He still had to find a way to get rid of this female thief and return as soon as possible.

He didn't have anything to clean his hands with. The moon-white brocade robe on his body had been scratched by branches along the way, and it was already a mess.

The female thief kicked him from time to time, tied his hands and feet, and threw him on the ground at will. The new robe was already tattered. Jia Cong felt uncomfortable in his heart, a pity for Zhi Shao's craftsmanship.

Jia Cong was only so old now, and his body's functions hadn't developed much sense of men and women, but his hands touched the female thief's soft and tender back skin, and a beautiful feeling rose in his heart.

This time, applying medicine started to be familiar, because the skin and flesh of the wound had healed, and it was not as troublesome as the first time.

Jia Cong was filled with grief and indignation, and fainted again without accident.

Thinking of Zhi Shao, I don't know how she is now. Is she still guarding the small courtyard he rented? He hasn't returned for a few days, she must be crazy with worry.

In the Rongqing Hall, Lai Da knelt there holding a red cloak. Sitting at the top was Jia Mu, and standing beside her was the big maid Sister Yuanyang.

"I didn't." Jia Cong denied it categorically, "If I don't touch you, how can I apply medicine for you? Don't be ungrateful."

On the left sat Jia She and Lady Xing, and on the right sat Jia Zheng and Lady Wang. The atmosphere in the hall was a bit oppressive and solemn.

Although Lai Da was the steward of the Rongguo Prefecture, he usually couldn't enter the inner courtyard. If there was anything, he would only pass the word outside the second gate and let the maid go in.

Because the matter of Jia Cong being kidnapped was a bit big, Jia Mu ordered him to enter the Rongqing Hall to be questioned. The younger female relatives in the hall were all taken behind the screen by Li Gongcai to avoid.

Lai Da's mother was Jia Mu's dowry maid, and he himself was a servant born in the Jia family. He was rewarded by Jia Mu before he became the big steward of the Rongguo Prefecture.

This man was in his thirties, with a face of competence and shrewdness. These days, he had followed Jia Zheng's instructions and arranged for people to search for Jia Cong's whereabouts everywhere.

"Old Lady, these two days, the strong servants in the prefecture who were free were all sent out to find Cong Sanye Cong. There was no movement on the first day. This morning, we found the Cong Sanye's carriage thirty miles outside the West Gate."

"There was no one in the carriage, just this cloak. I let Guo Zhigui look at it, and it was the one Cong Sanye Cong wore when he went out that day, and also..."

Jia Mu frowned: "And what? Why are you stuttering? Say it quickly."

Lai Da hesitated with his words and said: "Besides this cloak, a large pool of blood was also found on the carriage shaft. The servant estimates that the Cong Sanye is in danger this time."

Everyone in the hall changed their faces when they heard this.

Jia Mu was stunned for a long time after hearing this, as if she couldn't accept it, and said: "It's really a sin. How old is he? He actually wants to rush ahead of me."

The tone revealed a rare sense of sadness. This grandson had made her angry for so many years. Now that she heard he was not well, she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. After all, he was also her grandson.

Jia Zheng's face was gray and lost, and he patted the armrest of the chair heavily: "How did it get to this point? Cong Ge'er has such ability. How many years has the Jia family not produced such a descendant, and it ended up like this."

He thought of the envy and compliments of his colleagues in the office, and the usually strict Vice Minister Li, who talked to him in a kind manner. When had he ever had such face in the Ministry of Works?

Now everything was over. The Jia family's luck was actually declining to this point, and they couldn't even bear a little literary champion spirit. It was truly a shame to the ancestors.

Although Jia She was disgusted with this son to the bone, usually hitting or scolding him, Lai Da said that there was a large pool of blood on the carriage, so he must have been injured by thieves.

No matter what, he was his own son, and his heart was also depressed. He sat there without saying a word. To say he was very sad, but it didn't count.

Hearing his brother, who had read books until he was rotten, describe that bastard as an outstanding descendant that the Jia family hadn't produced in many years, and say he had ability, he felt ashamed, and his anger rose uncontrollably again.

Lady Xing's voice sounded in the hall: "Old Lady, this sounds like it's not good. This child is also thin in blessings and can't support the noble spirit of the Jia family. I'll go back and handle it for him first, so as to wash away the bad luck."

Jia Mu pulled her old face: "It didn't say he was dead. It's not the time to say such things. Don't really wash away his little life."

She said to Lai Da again: "These days, still send servants to find him. Whether dead or alive, we must see his figure. Also keep an eye on the government office, and report back if there is anything."

Behind the screen, Tan Chun saw the red cloak in Lai Da's hand, which was the one she gave Jia Cong to keep out the cold that day, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Ying Chun had a soft and glutinous personality. Hearing Lai Da say that he had seen blood, she just thought that her younger brother had lost his life, and couldn't help but cry out.

Lin Daiyu heard that it was so dangerous in front of the hall, and she was scared in her heart. Seeing Tan Chun and Ying Chun so sad, and thinking of the outstanding Xizhou poem in Tan Chun's room, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Baoyu didn't have much friendship with Jia Cong, but he had just seen him a few days ago, so why was he gone? He felt stuffy in his heart, but he couldn't say he was uncomfortable, just persuading Lin Daiyu to cry less.

Little Xichun saw her sisters sad, and her little mouth split open, wanting to cry too.

Jia Mu heard the movement behind the screen and was a bit puzzled. That grandson had never been able to enter the inner courtyard. How did he get along with his sisters?

Hearing Lai Da's words just now, the Old Lady also felt very uncomfortable, and let everyone disperse to do their own things.

This news spread extremely quickly in the Rongguo Prefecture. On the pebble path leading to the kitchen in the East Road Courtyard, a beautiful and timid girl with a graceful posture was running towards the Lin Ku room in a hurry.

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