Chapter 367: Locked in the house and taught in person
Ji Qingwu raised his head, standing taller and taller than the green longevity bamboo standing at the door.
"You are an official and you only listen to one side of the story. Do you think this is right?"
Upon hearing her question, Ji Bolian's hand holding the tea cup froze and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Qiao's heart tightened, and she wanted to reconcile it and say something.
Ji Qingwu Qingyue's voice sounded again, his tone was calm and not impatient.
Her eyes first turned to Ji Qingyuan.
"Fourth sister, you said that my grandmother was angry with me, but I don't agree with that."
Ji Qingyuan said: "You still want to defend yourself. It's obvious that you contradicted my grandmother many times, which is why my grandmother lingers on the sickbed to this day."
"Fourth sister, you must be careful what you say. Grandma is ill because Ji Changyan assassinated the censor, and you still want to..."
Ji Qingwu paused deliberately.
Ji Qingyuan's throat was blocked by these words, and her wrists began to hurt. Before, outside Ji Changyan's mourning hall, she learned the inside story. The man in black appeared out of nowhere and attacked her.
Ji Qingwu said: "Does Fourth Sister want me to tell the whole story clearly in front of everyone?"
Qiao coughed lightly and shook his head slightly at her.
Ji Qingwu's eyes softened.
In the end, he still gave the second room some face and didn't tell Ji Changyan that he fainted in front of everyone.
She looked at Mrs. Ji with clear eyes and continued: "Grandma fell ill because of her grief after losing her grandson."
The old lady still didn't speak and sat there calmly.
Ji Bolian saw that his articulate second-in-law niece was not only pushed down by Ji Qingwu, but also began to show timidity in her eyes.
He raised his eyebrows, then quickly lowered them.
Finally, Ji Qingwu met his eyes and said word for word: "You said you dare not recognize me, and I dare not recognize such a person as my father."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Bolian's hand holding the tea cup was unsteady, and the tea underneath was so angry that it shook out.
"What did you say!"
Mrs. Qiao came over, pulled her and said, "Xiao Wu, don't be angry and apologize to your father."
Ji Qingwu looked back at Mrs. Qiao, wondering why she came to stop her again and again.
Normally, no matter what she does, her mother will always support her and give her advice.
Could it be that because she deceived Yuan Heng and Jiu Jiu that they were the emperor's heirs, their mother and daughter were estranged until now.
Or because the man in front of her, who did not distinguish between right and wrong, was the master of the Ji family and the husband-in-law of the Qiao family, her heart was completely biased.
Ji Qingwu asked stubbornly: "Mom, do you also think I am wrong?"
Qiao's eyes looked a little distressed and a little guilty. He avoided her eyes and looked at the ground.
"No matter what, this is your father. Mom believes you understand the meaning of filial piety and brotherhood. Don't disobey him."
Ji Qingwu didn't like these strict constraints.
She straightened her back, turned away her face, and said angrily: "If that were the case, I would obey my husband when I get married, and I would no longer have to listen to him."
She married and followed her husband. Hearing her have the nerve to say these words in public, Ji Bo's straight face became so angry that he became deformed.
He also stood up and smashed the teacup on the ground in anger, causing the broken porcelain shards and the tea to fly far away.
The old lady Ji next to her was startled, she held her chest and recited a Buddhist sentence.
Mrs. Qiao tried to persuade Ji Qingwu a few more words, but it had the opposite effect.
But she felt more and more aggrieved and her nose felt sore.
Not just because this father, whom she had never met before and whom she had been waiting for for a long time, threw a glass at her as soon as he came home.
It's even more because Mr. Qiao no longer faces her and doesn't stand by her side when trouble comes. Ji Qingwu refused to bow his head and submit. His lips were pursed and his cheeks were bulging with anger.
Among the Ji family members in the Shou'an Hall, some were angry, some were angry, some were aggrieved, some were comforting, and some felt strange.
Ji Qingrong touched his belly and looked at his furious father.
The Ji Bolian in her memory was upright and polite, and he had never been so indiscriminate or angry.
Thinking about it carefully, her father was more patient than her mother when teaching her and Changlin when they were young, but Qiao's temper was more irritable.
Is this still her father?
Ji Qingrong frowned and said nothing.
Ji Bolian took a breath, blew his beard and glared: "It is the fault of a son not to teach his father, I will teach you a lesson today!"
"Without the permission of your parents, you made a private promise, and I'm still alive! You have countless marriages with the Wei family."
When Mrs. Ji heard this, she stopped being a spectator and said hurriedly: "Bolian, calm down. After all, Qingwu is married, how can he be a child's play."
Ji Bolian raised his hand to stop the old lady from speaking.
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"Come here, lock her up. Don't let her out without my order!"
He turned his back and rejected everyone's pleas for mercy.
Mrs. Ji's face tightened. If the Wei family came to cause trouble, the Queen Mother in the palace would be of no use. This did not mean that the troublemaker was left at home.
The old lady hurriedly turned to the other person and said: "Ruying, please advise him not to do this."
Mrs. Qiao said with red eyes: "Mother, I can't bear to have Xiao Wu locked up, but, my uncle even reprimanded me. It's really difficult for me."
Two maids came up to pull Ji Qingwu.
"Fifth Miss, let's go with the slaves."
Ji Qingwu wanted to break free, but when he saw that the people pulling him were Chunhua and Qiushi, who were serving Qiao, they were waiting for him.
She glanced at her mother and found that Qiao's face was turned sideways, her eyes were closed, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.
Ji Qingwu's arms were relieved. He didn't want his mother to be sad because of him anymore, so he allowed the maids to pull him down.
After such a scene, Ji Bolian left Shou'antang angrily.
Mr. Qiao stood up: "Mom, I'll go see the uncle first."
Mrs. Ji said: "Go quickly, wait until Bolian's anger subsides, and then persuade him to leave Qing Wuqiang at home. It is not good after all."
Mr. Qiao nodded and left anxiously.
Mrs. Qiao didn't see Ji Bolian along the way. When she walked back to Anju Garden, the door of the main room was wide open.
The servants were all driven out by him, and the boy who had been waiting for him stood at the door.
As soon as Mrs. Qiao showed up, angry sounds came from the room.
"This is the good daughter you raised! She is simply lawless!"
The servants' heads hung lower.
Ji Bolian watched Mrs. Qiao walk in the door and continued: "This time I will keep her at home and teach her myself!"
Mrs. Qiao advised softly: "Don't be angry, uncle. Children must be taught slowly."
Turning around and closing the door, Mrs. Qiao glanced at him, walked over to the couch and sat down, with no trace of caution on her face.
Ji Bolian also followed and sat down beside her.
Mrs. Qiao said coldly: "Go and sit at the end of the Kang table. There is no room for two people in such a small place."
The anger on Ji Bolian's face disappeared, and he smiled and said: "When you and I were young, we could sit on the same chair. How can we not sit on such a wide place on the couch now?"
Mrs. Qiao didn't want to be next to him, so she moved to the west to make some room.
(End of chapter)