After rebirth, I kidnapped the future powerful official

Chapter 218
He Zixu clung tightly to the rope, and said to He Jiabei who was hanging upside down from the cliff, his face pale with fright: "He Jiabei, listen carefully, from today onwards, if you don't practice martial arts hard, catch up, I'll go down!" The first time I push you off a cliff, I will never tie you to a rope."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the rope hard and pulled He Jiabei up.

He Jiabei quickly got up from the ground, cried and shouted: "He Zixu, you have no humanity, do you know that if I just fall like this, I will be smashed to pieces! I am your son! Are you my father?" ? I don’t want that gold medal, what good is that throne? I don’t pass on your family line, I don’t die for you, I don’t wear mourning for you, I want freedom.”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rolled his eyes and passed away.

Seeing this, He Zixu immediately grabbed his hand, cut his pulse, and said in disbelief: "He came up from the cliff, lay down on the ground, jumped up immediately, said so many words in one breath, and his pulse is still so It's stable."

After a pause, he let go of his hand, and continued: "It seems that although he is not agile and his bones are amazing, he still has a good physique and cardiopulmonary function. Bo Zhen, he should be able to improve step."

Tang Bozhen sighed, and said: "He Jiabei's situation is stagnant. It should not be a physical problem, but a psychological problem. Then, as long as we start with his psychological barrier and prescribe the right medicine, we should be able to get twice the result with half the effort."

"That's right, you can try it!" He Zixu nodded slightly in agreement.

After He Jiabei came to his senses, He Zixu ordered someone to take him into the Siguo room.

He Zixu said in a deep voice: "He Jiabei, this is the contemplation room of Shangwutang, you can just meditate on your own past here."

He Jiabei refused, and protested: "I want to go out!"

"Going out? All right, you just have to train hard." He Zixu said with his eyes wide open.

"I don't train well when I go out."

"Then you just think about it."

"As soon as I have a chance, I will go to Pei Daozhu."

He Jiabei was going to contradict him, and He Zixu was so angry that he scolded angrily: "You don't receive training well, and you don't want to meditate on your own past, you are a useless person! You think about it here, why you were born For this, what is your life goal? Write it down when you think it out, if you can’t think it out, you will never want to leave here.”

He Jiabei stumbled over, stared fixedly at He Zixu, and said: "Then you should think about it carefully, why did you give birth to me, and you didn't teach me when I was born, and I didn't teach well when I was born, but I don't blame myself and others. You can't think about it for a day. Come out, you will never want to see me in your life."

He Zixu was so angry that his liver trembled, he pointed at him and said, "Well, you are an unfilial son, you still dare to speak up, I see what you have the ability to stay here for the rest of your life."

After finishing speaking, he left with a flick of his sleeves, and ordered Tang Bozhen to lock the door, and He Jiabei was not allowed to come out for half a step.

The disheveled He Jiabei got up from the ground and was overjoyed when he saw a white dove on the tree opposite the gate. He stretched out his hand from between the door frame and said, "White pigeon, come here quickly."

The white dove naturally couldn't understand human words, and stood on the branch indifferently.

"Baige, tell Pei Daozhu for me that she doesn't have to worry. I will definitely go out and visit her. Tell her to take care of herself."

As soon as He Jiabei finished speaking, the white pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

At this time, Pei Daozhu was practicing playing the piano alone on the second floor of Qunfang Pavilion, when the white pigeon suddenly landed on her piano case.

Pei Daozhu was overjoyed immediately, picked up the white pigeon, and said, "White pigeon, are you back?"

She opened a letter held under the white dove's feet, and the joy on her face immediately turned to bleakness and disappointment, and she murmured: "Why is it still the letter I sent before? Brother He, why didn't you leave the letter behind?" Next, why don't you write to me? Have you really forgotten me?"

On the other side, He Zixu came to the kitchen angrily, picked up the kitchen knife, and started chopping the radish on the chopping board with a particularly loud voice.

Seeing this, Mrs. He San couldn't help asking: "Master, you haven't been to the kitchen for a long time, is there something on your mind?"

He Zixu stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and said, "No, I'm much better now."

"Did something happen to the court?" Mrs. He San felt that something was wrong with his face, and asked again.

He Zixu just shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Seeing her holding a food box in her arms again, she said angrily, "What are you doing, this kind of thing can be left to the servants to do!"

Mrs. He pursed her lips and said with a smile: "No, I have to cook for Bei'er myself."

"Cooking for Jiabei?" He Zixu was startled when he heard this.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Mrs. He San immediately explained: "Master, didn't you say that the first day of every month is the day of visiting relatives in Shangwutang, and you can send them food."

As she spoke, she happily lifted the lid of the food box, and said with a smile, "Look, there are braised pork, roasted sow's trotters, etc., which are delicious!"

However, He Zixu said with an angry face: "Stop talking! I'm in a better mood. Why are you mentioning this unfilial son in front of me again? Let me tell you, I have locked him in the thinking room and let him rest Think about yourself."

Mrs. He San was shocked when she heard the words, and hurriedly said: "Master, did he do something wrong in Jiabei again? Master, he is still young, you have to teach him slowly, don't get angry with him, okay? Master, in fact, Jiabei is usually quite obedient, just a little naughty."

He Zixu said impatiently: "Okay, okay, don't say good things for him, it's useless. I won't change my mind."

Duan Ce came out of the house and saw Cai Jinghong wandering outside, so he went up and asked curiously: "Cai Jinghong, what are you doing wandering around?"

Cai Jinghong showed worry, and said, "I'm very worried, He Jiabei hasn't come back yet, so nothing happened to him, right?"

Duan Ce thought for a while, and said, "You didn't say it yourself. King Guangping would never drag his son to die? What are you worried about?"

"But." Cai Jinghong was still a little uneasy.

At this moment, several disciples hurried past them and shouted: "A letter has arrived, a letter has arrived. Go and have a look!"

Cai Jinghong was startled when he saw this, he grabbed the deputy general who was walking at the back and said, "Vice general Cheng, have you seen He Jiabei? He hasn't come back yet."

Duan Ce then asked, "Yeah, where did he go? Did something happen to him?"

Deputy General Cheng told the truth: "To tell you the truth, He Jiabei is currently being punished and cannot come back yet. No one can see him."

After a pause, he said again: "Today is the family-sent day, you follow me right away, and receive the things your family sent you."

Cai Jinghong and Duan Ce looked at each other face to face, and under the urging of Deputy General Cheng, followed them as promised.

(End of this chapter)