The Famous Detective of the Red Mansion

contemporary romance

Chapter 78: The Foolish Overlord Seek for Wife's Name and Sun Shaozong Avoid Summer Heat in the Rongguo Mansion

Sun Shaozong could not help but have some doubts. Even if Xue Pan wants to look for foreign aid, he should find Jia Zheng or Madam Wang for help. How would he find him?

So he frowned and said, "If you don't want to marry Wang’s family daughter, you should discuss it with your family. What's the use of looking for me?"

Xue Pan's impatience eased a little, and he hesitated, "But my mother has already been in consideration. Even my sister is trying to persuade me to marry Wang's family daughter..."

Xue Baochai also persuaded him to marry Wang's family daughter?

This was somewhat strange.

Although he has never met Xue Baochai officially, it was not difficult to infer from the words and phrases that Ruan Rong occasionally reveals that she was a woman with great foresight and was quite protective of her family. How could she persuade Xue Pan to marry such a notorious sister-in-law?

Moreover, with Xue Pan's stammering appearance, he’s afraid there's something hidden in it.

Sun Shaozong was trying to figure it out when he suddenly saw Xue Pan put his big head in front of him and say, "You are the only one who can save me now, brother. You can't watch me jumping into the fire pit!"

"Wait!"

He pressed his face to push him back to his original position, Sun Shaozong was a little speechless and said, "What do you mean that “only I can save you?" I don't remember that I have this ability."

"Why not?!"

Xue Pan sensed a chance after listening to what he said, and hurriedly said, "As long as you say that I’m fated to mourn for my wife's death in recent years, Minister Wang won’t dare to marry his precious daughter to me."

Sun Shaozong, "...”

It turned out that Xue Pan had this idea!

In the past six months or so, more and more folk legends have linked Sun Shaozong with ghosts and gods, saying that he was born with a pair of eyes that could distinguish Yin and Yang, life and death, and cut off good and bad fortune.

If Sun Shaozong announces to the public that Xue Pan has shown signs of being fated to mourn his wife's death in the next few years, even if Minister Wang refuses to believe it all, he would not risk marrying his daughter to him.

It’s just that…

Sun Shaozong couldn't dispel the rumors now. How could he come forward and prove that it was the truth?

He politely pointed to the gate and said, "Get out of here!"

"Please don’t treat me like that, Second Brother!"

Xue Pan said hurriedly, "As long as you help me this time, I swear to..."

"One more word from you, do you believe I will let you go out sideways?"

Sun Shaozong picked up his two big fists, which were as big as vinegar bowls, and they rattled. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xue Pan hurried to flee.

Seeing the stupid overlord disappear outside the door, Sun Shaozong was speechless. It was now the middle of June, and it was as hot as a steaming steamer. He was just having a few sentences of conversation with Xue Pan in the courtyard, and he felt a patch of sweat on his back.

So he hurried back to the hall room and collapsed on the chair beside the ice basin. He immediately felt happy all over his body. Although the Sun family also had some ice cubes, it was only suitable to cool down or make some cold drinks occasionally. It was impossible to use it so freely like the Jia’s Mansion.

It was because of this reason that, since last month, Sun Shaozong has become much more eager to come to Jia's Mansion to teach martial arts. Almost every once in a while, he came to the Rongguo's Mansion to spend the summer.

He was lying comfortably on the master's chair, and he placed his chin on the cushion in the middle. He asked lazily, "Who’s turn is it now? I've returned now, why don’t we get started?"

Although he was cozy here, the boys below dared not neglect him. They hurriedly appointed two people and stood on the cushion. It was Jia Huan, the son of the concubine of Jia Zheng, and his cousin, Jia Yin.

Because Sun Shaozong has become more famous nowadays, seeing that there was a bright future learning from him, his martial arts class, which was originally not promising, added more students. As a result, Jia Dairu, a scholar at the private ethnic school, has made a lot of complaints.

—Dividing Line—

Jia Huan and Jia Yin stood on the cushion and bowed to each other. Then they both started their new martial arts routine of military boxing. They were practicing a series of battle skills.

In the beginning, both of them were quite well-behaved, but how could they not hit each other in this practice?

However, Jia Huan and Jia Yin, one of whom was the son of Jia Zheng’s concubine, and the other, who was self-conscious about being a decent person, were not willing to suffer losses. Therefore, they all got angry and started fighting against each other. There wasn’t any kind of routine or dignity in their practice anymore.

Although Jia Huan was the uncle, he was two years younger than Jia Yin in terms of age, so he couldn't tolerate three or five punches. He was being ridden under Jia Yin and was clenching his fists.

"Stop!"

Only then did Sun Shaozong shout for them to stop.

Jia Yin then quickly let go of his uncle and stood by his side.

Jia Huan also climbed up and stood side by side with him. However, he could not help staring at Jia Yin with his eyes like gouging out meat.

In any case, after the event, it was under the control of the adults at home. Sun Shaozong did not bother to explain anything to them. He only said, "Since we are practicing martial arts, there was nothing wrong with being brave and ruthless. But today, I want you to practice the routine, not some fist of the ruffian! Since the rules are broken, I will punish you..."

He thought for a moment and continued, "I'll punish you to go to the well at the foot of the west wall and pick up five watermelons, cut them up, and bring them to me. All of the servants are not allowed to help and can only look at them from the side!"

When Jia Huan and Jia Yin were ordered to go, Sun Shaozong signaled the next pair of children to come on stage. This time, both of them were from the Jia family. They usually have a good relationship, and they naturally have more discretion.

It's just that such fancy fists and embroidered legs were far less enjoyable than the fists of ruffians just now.

Sun Shaozong was yawning. He was about to have a cup of herbal tea to refresh himself. However, he saw Jia Lan coming close to the bottom of the slope. He took out a small ceramic bowl with a lid from the ice basin and respectfully handed it to Sun Shaozong and said, "This is the eight treasures sour plum dessert sent by my mother just now. Please kindly accept it, master."

All the naughty children in the Jia family had delicate bodies and expensive flesh. They can’t even study hard, let alone learn martial arts.

Jia Lan was the only one who could bear hardships and work hard.

In addition, Jia Lan was only seven years old now, so his character was even more valuable. Therefore, Sun Shaozong looks at him with special eyes.

He took the "eight treasures sour plum dessert" from Jia Lan's hand, lifted the lid, and smelled it. He felt a refreshing breath coming from his face and immediately felt an appetite.

Therefore, Sun Shaozong picked up the spoon and drank half a bowl. It was only then that he remembered his business. He hurried to eat and prompted, "Since you are practicing military boxing these days, you should stop doing aerobics. At most, you can practice it once a day, so as not to be too heavy and instead damage your body."

Jia Lan responded cleverly, but his face showed a little reluctance to part with him.

When Sun Shaozong saw this, he wondered, "What’s wrong? Are you not fond of practicing boxing, but rather like doing aerobics?"

Many of the movements in aerobics seemed strange even to people in modern times. Therefore, when the boys learned the military boxing routine, they all forgot about it.

"That’s not it..."

Jia Lan said with some embarrassment, "I usually do aerobics with my mother, but she won't learn this martial art with me."

"What?"

Sun Shaozong gulped down the pulp in his mouth and blurted out, "Is your mother doing aerobics with you?"

"Yes."

Jia Lan nodded his head and complained bitterly, "It's just that whenever we get to the seventh aerobics session, my mother always becomes lazy. She needs me to supervise her before she continues."

Liwan? Jumping?

Sun Shaozong immediately imagined a picture of ”ups and downs" and "waves like fury.” He quickly crossed his legs to cover up the impending ”inflation.”

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