binnovel Chapter 110 Revenge
Chapter 110 Revenge
After dinner, seeing that the Song family was in a bad state and it was not convenient for them to stay overnight, Gu Fengyue just asked Song Chunlin if he had anyone he suspected. Song Chunlin gave Zhao Fei's name without hesitation.
"Zhao Fei? The patriarch of the Zhao family. His grandfather was the former imperial tutor, but he himself is useless. He doesn't have much knowledge, but his usual trick is to be two-faced. He even wanted to give his daughter to my brother as a concubine, but my brother didn't agree."
Song Chunlin's eyes widened. He had not expected that there would be such a thing. His gossip spirit was burning:
"Why didn't your brother agree? Is it because Zhao Fei's daughter is ugly?"
Seeing his excited look, Gu Fengyue poked his head speechlessly: "Zhao Fei's daughter is very beautiful, but her mother is a singer in the Jiaofang Bureau. She is of low birth. She was given to my brother as a concubine just to humiliate the Marquis's Mansion."
Song Chunlin was a little puzzled: "What happened to the singing girl?"
Gu Fengyue patiently explained to him: "The singing girls in the Jiaofangsi are generally the descendants of criminal slaves. If these people do not have the permission of Your Majesty, then even if they give birth to children, they will be slaves for life, and they are even lower than those slaves who sold themselves. Those slaves can redeem themselves or be released by their masters to become good citizens, but criminal slaves do not have such an opportunity, and..."
At this point, his ears turned red: "Even if those criminal slaves gave birth to the master's offspring, they must be sent back to the Jiaofang Division... for training."
Song Chunlin looked confused. He was just going to train him, why was he blushing?
Seeing his innocent face and hesitant words, Gu Fengyue really didn't know how to tell him what the Jiaofangsi was. After thinking for a while, she said softly, "It's to train people to serve their guests."
After Gu Fengyue's hesitant explanation, Song Chunlin realized what kind of training it was, and his ears turned red in an instant.
Now he finally understood that Zhao Fei was indeed disgusting. Wasn't this the same as giving a prostitute to Gu Fengyun as a concubine? The ancients attached great importance to rules and etiquette. Although Gu Fengyun was not a pedantic person, taking a prostitute as a concubine would also be despised by the world.
Thinking of the absurd things he had seen in the Zhao family, Song Chunlin felt more and more that this person was a disaster as long as he was alive.
After Gu Fengyue left, Song Chunlin returned to his room. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, but his mental power flew directly towards the direction of Zhao Mansion in the capital.
Zhao Fei had already moved to another room. The fire in the main house was discovered quickly, so only one room was burned down. Song Chunlin suddenly felt regretful that not more rooms were burned down.
The room Zhao Fei lives in now is the courtyard of one of his concubines. The concubine has delicate features and looks young. She washes Zhao Fei's feet in silence.
The head guard came in and reported that the cause of the fire had not been found. Zhao Fei was so angry that he kicked over the foot basin.
"A bunch of trash!" The blood vessels in Zhao Fei's forehead were throbbing. Song Chunlin thought that his blood vessels would burst in the next second due to anger. Zhao Fei might have also realized this, so he picked up the medicine on the table and drank it.
As soon as Zhao Fei swallowed the dark medicine, he felt his sanity returned.
"You, send someone to Yongle Village to check for me, whether the Song family members came to the capital today?" Zhao Fei thought about what happened today over and over again, and felt that the fire in the mansion today was too strange. Why did his people set fire to the Song family last night, and then his mansion was set on fire as well?
No matter how you think about this matter, there seems to be something weird in it. Zhao Fei would never believe that there is no connection between these two things.
The leader of the guards took the order and went down, but he felt strange. His master did not investigate the cause of the fire in the mansion, but instead asked them to check whether the Song family had entered Beijing?
No one knew where this member of the Song family hid last night. The head of the guards felt a headache when trying to find him now.
Seeing that Zhao Fei still had the leisure to look for them, Song Chunlin thought that he was not too stupid. However, he was destined to find no clues unless he had a psychic with extremely high mental power by his side.
Seeing that Zhao Fei had finished washing his feet and was preparing to go to bed with the service of his concubine, Song Chunlin looked at the bright candlelight in the room, smiled, and avoiding Zhao Fei's sight, he directed the mutant plant to sneak a candle along the window sill.
The mutant plant encountered fire for the second time today. It cried and wanted to rebel in Song Chunlin's mind. It was a plant that was afraid of fire, but it was ordered by its owner to set fire again and again. It was simply unfair!
Song Chunlin calmed the mutated plant in his mind, and the vines tremblingly held the candles and lit fires everywhere outside Zhao Fei's house.
Perhaps Zhao Fei was frightened by the fire today. He smelled an unusual burnt smell and immediately sat up from the bed alertly. He looked around but didn't see any fire source. Only the candle was burning dutifully. Suddenly, Zhao Fei paused. He pulled the concubine over and asked sternly, "Where's the candle over there? Did you forget to add more?"
The concubine still had that cold expression on her face. She glanced around and found that the candle was indeed gone, and she felt a little confused.
"Master, I add new candles every day. I just lit that candle myself."
"Where are the candles now?"
The concubine was at a loss: "I, I, I don't know..." She really didn't know, because she had never paid much attention to the candle over there. Who would have thought that a candle could disappear by itself in the middle of the night?
Zhao Fei jumped out of bed immediately. He walked around the candlestick, but he didn't see any fallen candles or anything burning. It was really strange. Where did the burnt smell he smelled come from?
Just when he was at a loss for words, the servant outside shouted again: "Oh no! There's a fire!"
Zhao Fei was frightened by the shout, and he subconsciously walked towards the door, but unfortunately, Song Chunlin commanded the mutant plants to lock the doors and windows tightly. The servants looked at the vines that grew overnight, and they were all frightened and stood there. The timid ones even wet their crotches.
A foul smell emanated from the crowd, and everyone gritted their teeth and turned to look for the guards. The guards had been staying in the front yard, and were shocked when they heard that there was a fire in their master's backyard.
"This is going to kill me! There's a fire during the day and another one at night!" Although they said that, they ran very fast and soon arrived at the burning yard. The fire in the house was already very big at this time. The vines retreated before the fire approached, but the fire was too big and the doors and windows were on fire. The people inside couldn't get out at all.
The leader of the guards took a deep breath, took the bucket handed to him by the servants, poured the cold water on himself, and then rushed into the fire.
Song Chunlin didn't want to kill Zhao Fei, so the leader of the guards easily rescued him, and then the concubine was also helped out.
Zhao Fei was choked by the smoke this time. The scorching hot air choked his entire trachea and made him cough continuously. He covered his chest, his face turned pale, and he could no longer utter a word of blame.
Zhao Fei witnessed two fires in one day, and now even the servants around him felt that something was wrong.
Zhao Fei was sent to the eldest lady's courtyard in a limp state. Madam Zhao had devoted herself to worshipping Buddha over the years and had not slept with her husband for a long time. Seeing him coming in such a miserable state today, she closed her door in front of the servants.
Zhao Fei felt guilty towards Madam Zhao, and was also exhausted both physically and mentally, so he didn't say much and just asked the servants to arrange him in the ear room. This time he ordered everyone to hold all the candles in their hands and not leave any behind. At night, after he fell asleep, he arranged for the servants to take turns on duty and no lights were allowed.
Faced with the unreasonable demands of their master, the servants had no choice but to do as they were told.
Zhao Fei lay trembling in bed, tossing and turning the whole night, unable to fall asleep, fearing that the fire would start again after he fell asleep.
He endured this until dawn, when he asked his servants to turn off the lights. Looking at the bright sky outside, Zhao Fei felt relieved.
Song Chunlin would not let him go after setting two fires. In the following days, Song Chunlin's mental energy hardly ever left the Zhao Mansion. As long as Zhao Fei fell asleep, Song Chunlin would set a fire. Every day he would find a chance to set fire to Zhao Fei. After several times, Zhao Fei no longer dared to sleep in the house, so he moved to a pavilion in the mansion to sleep.
The servants of the Zhao Mansion also found out about the situation of the Song Family. When they learned that no one from the Song Family had ever been to the capital, Zhao Fei's face turned even darker. Due to lack of sleep for a long time and always being trapped in fire scenes, Zhao Fei was shocked and frightened. He became irritable and looked like a madman.
"A bunch of useless people! You can't even find the cause of such a small fire? What's the point of me keeping you useless people? Tell me, what's the point!" Zhao Fei kicked the butler on the ground frantically. The head guard was hit on the head by a stick by him in a fit of rage a few days ago. He hasn't woken up yet and is probably in danger.
The butler huddled on the ground, holding his head, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of the chief guard.
Fortunately, Zhao Fei had not had a good rest these days and felt very weak. He was out of breath after kicking the housekeeper a few times. After he leaned on the table to relax for a while, he picked up the teapot on the table and vented his anger on the servants.
The butler didn't dare to dodge and was splashed with scalding tea. The broken porcelain pieces scratched his arm and blood gushed out immediately.
Not sure if it was stimulated by the blood, but Zhao Fei only felt a flash of white light before his eyes. He staggered a few times, and his feet felt soft as if he was stepping on cotton. He walked a few steps aimlessly in the pavilion, and then he suddenly fell to the ground.
Zhao Fei's sudden fall shocked everyone. The housekeeper was stunned for a moment before he slowly got up. He approached cautiously and found that Zhao Fei was still breathing, so he shouted for someone to call a doctor for Zhao Fei.
Because there had been frequent fires in the Zhao family during this period, the doctor had become accustomed to it. When he arrived at the Zhao residence, he thought someone had been burned again. As a result, the housekeeper said that Zhao Fei had fainted. His steps paused for a moment, then began to steady themselves.
"Hey, doctor, please don't be so slow. Human life is at stake!" the housekeeper urged.
The doctor didn't take it seriously: "I ate too much at noon, and I'm feeling uncomfortable because of indigestion. I feel uncomfortable when I walk too fast."
The housekeeper was also a shrewd man. How could he not understand what he heard? Zhao Fei smiled at people in public but was cruel and ruthless inside, and was also extremely licentious. It was not the first time that the doctor came to the Zhao Mansion to treat patients, and he was also aware of Zhao Fei's private actions. If he had not been forced by the power of the Zhao Family, he would not have wanted to make money from the Zhao Family.
Seeing this, the housekeeper wanted to urge him again, but the doctor slowly pointed to the wound on his arm and said, "Why don't you treat this wound?"
When the butler mentioned the wounds on his body, he stopped talking. He thought about the kicks Zhao Fei had just given him and his bones were still aching.
When the doctor slowly walked to the pavilion, he was very puzzled by the air leaking from all sides.
He took Zhao Fei's pulse and found that he was suffering from anger, coupled with lack of sleep, so it was very easy for blood to flow backwards and rush to the brain, which is called cerebral hemorrhage in modern language.
Song Chunlin didn't expect to get such a pleasant surprise. It seems that his recent mental bombardment was quite effective. Look, Zhao Fei was so angry that he fell ill.
Cerebral hemorrhage is extremely dangerous, especially in ancient times when medical conditions were relatively poor. Coupled with the doctor's procrastination, Zhao Fei did not wake up until midnight after taking the medicine.
During this period, Song Chunlin was not idle either. Since Zhao Fei had fallen, it wouldn't be too much for him to burn other houses for fun, right?
The Zhao Mansion is so big. Although he has many concubines and children, there are still a few houses that are idle. Song Chunlin thinks that burning idle houses does not seem so interesting, so he increased the output of mental power and scanned the Zhao family's house. Finally, he found the largest warehouse in the Zhao Mansion with the most collections and the most expensive ones.
"Tsk tsk tsk, this old man really knows how to enjoy himself. With so many rare treasures, if he sold them all, he would definitely make a fortune!"
Song Chunlin had originally planned to just set fire to the place, but seeing so many treasures inside, it seemed a pity to burn them, moreover, there were also quite a few calligraphy and paintings and books. Paper was extremely expensive in that era, and those calligraphy and paintings and books that could be stored in the warehouse by such a rotten guy like Zhao Fei must be of great origin, either authentic or unique copies.
Instead of burning such precious things directly, it is better to give back to society.
Song Chunlin looked around the collection for a long time. He was thinking seriously about how he could steal all these things from the Zhao Mansion.
His mental power can indeed control the mutant plants to steal things, but there is a certain distance limit for collecting things in the space. If the distance is too far, even if he sees it, he cannot collect it into the space. If the mutant plants bring such precious things back all the way, it may scare passers-by. At that time, there will be another folk ghost story in the capital city of Dajing.
After much thought, Song Chunlin decided that he had to go to the capital. There was no other way. He was a money-grubber and a hoarder. It would be a waste to leave so many good things to that beast Zhao Fei.