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"The eldest... the eldest master is seriously ill... he is not in good health, the second... the second master is still..."

Azhao stammered, but before he could finish his words, Shen Jingan grabbed his clothes and threw him aside.

Shen Jing'an stood beside the bed, looking down at the disheveled boy lying on the bed.

The boy's eyes were closed and his cheeks were sunken. Perhaps because he had not seen the sun for many years, his face was a sickly pale color with a bluish tint.

His lips were chapped and bloodless, and his hair, perhaps because he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, was dry and yellow like a pile of weeds, tangled into clumps and difficult to tell the number of strands.

Looking down, the young man was emaciated. If he didn't know clearly who was lying on the bed, he would have thought it was an old woman who was about to die.

In addition, under the ragged clothes of the young man, his skin was slightly blue and purple. Shen Jingan knew that those injuries were from his last attack. Not only that, the skin and flesh on his arms and legs had shrunk a little, and it was disgusting just to look at them. It was really hard to associate him with the high-spirited No. 1 son of the capital back then.

"Brother, wake up?" Shen Jing'an reached out and patted Shen Shuhan's cheek, with obvious humiliation in his expression.

The boy on the bed had a burning hot skin and did not react for a long time.

Shen Jing'an finally felt at ease when he saw him like this.

That poem couldn't have been written by Shen Shuhan. He looks worse than a useless person now. How could he possibly pick up a pen again!

But, if not him, who else would know this secret?

Thinking of the sarcasm in the letter, Shen Jing'an's face became ferocious again. He grabbed Shen Jing'an's collar and pulled him to the ground effortlessly.

"Brother! Why are you still asleep? Your younger brother is here to see you!"

The rough tearing and the pain of falling from a high place finally made Shen Shuhan slowly open his eyes.

Compared with his dishevel and dirtiness, he has a pair of eyes like black jade. Different from Shen Shuyi's cold and distant eyes, his eyes are deeper and silent, like the vast deep ocean, stretching as far as the eye can see.

"Did you write to humiliate me? You are so bold that you think you are qualified to mock me just because you can write two poems?"

Shen Jingan grabbed his hair and slammed him hard against the edge of the bed.

'Bang bang bang! '

A violent noise rang out in the deep night. Ah Zhao got up and rushed forward in a hurry: "Second Young Master! Stop beating him, stop beating him! If you continue beating him, the eldest young master will be dead!"

Azhao hugged Shen Jingan's legs tightly, his eyes red.

Shen Jingan kicked him away: "You're looking for death!"

In just a moment, a dark red blood spread across Shen Shuhan's forehead, and blood dripped down along his eyebrows.

"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness. I spared your life because you were useful to me! What? Aren't you powerful? Aren't you the high and mighty eldest son of the Shen family? Why are you lying in front of me like a dog now!"

Shen Jingan laughed loudly with a sinister look in his eyes.

Shen Shuhan's eyes were dull, as if he was unaware of this and didn't react at all.

But the more he did this, the more dissatisfied Shen Jingan became.

He wanted to see him kneeling down and begging for mercy, to see him wagging his tail and begging for mercy, to see him kneeling down at his feet and being trampled into mud by him, instead of just seeing him like a piece of wood with no reaction!

"Speak up! Aren't you very impressive? Aren't you very proud?"

Shen Jingan kicked Shen Shuhan hard in the chest.

Seeing that he still had no reaction, she seemed to suddenly remember something and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, don't you care about your sister the most? She has returned home a few days ago. How is she? Has she come to see you?"

Hearing this, the boy, who had been in a daze, finally showed some reaction. His dark eyes moved slightly, as if they had regained some focus.

Shen Jing'an squatted in front of him and said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you, Shen Shuyi is really good-looking. After raising her for a while, I will give her to my classmates. They will definitely be very happy. I just don't know if our good sister can serve them well!"

Shen Shuhan's pupils constricted, and his fingers, which were clearly powerless, slowly raised up, trying to grab the corner of Shen Jingan's clothes.

"You promised..."

The young man finally spoke. His voice was slow and hoarse, like a gong or drum that had been broken for many years, very dry and not really pleasant to listen to.

Shen Jingan smiled and said, "Yes, I promised to take good care of her for you! But she has returned from the Jade Buddha Temple. Do you really expect those three poems to buy her life?"

After saying that, Shen Jing'an stepped hard on Shen Shuhan's face and crushed him hard: "You two bastards, you should have died with your mother! But you are still alive. In this case, then live well, live a life worse than death, hahahaha!"

Shen Jingan laughed extremely wildly, and that laughter seemed particularly eerie and terrifying in the dark night.

At the beginning, Shen Shuhan had his tendons in his hands and feet cut and was crippled. He begged Shen Shuhan to write poems for him.

After all, although he is useless, his brain is not useless.

Why should he let such great talents and reputation go to others? It would be better to help his younger brother.

But no matter how he coaxed and begged, or how he spoke in a humble manner, Shen Shuhan did not respond.

In a rage, he attacked him, venting all the jealousy, resentment and dissatisfaction that had been in his heart for years.

From then on, he found pleasure in this matter.

It was really satisfying to see the person who once oppressed him now kneeling in front of him like a dog and allowing him to humiliate him.

Later, he finally discovered that his elder brother was not completely indifferent to everything.

He still missed his sister, Shen Shuyi, who had the same father and mother as him.

He threatened Shen Shuhan to write a poem for him in exchange for taking care of Shen Shuyi in the Jade Buddha Temple.

Shen Shuhan was silent for a long time, and finally agreed.

And he finally tasted the sweetness after that time.

Shen Shuhan's poems were grand and broad in structure. As soon as he recited them, he won applause from the whole audience.

From then on, he went to see Shen Shuhan more frequently.

Unfortunately, Shen Shuhan had only written three poems when he heard from somewhere that Shen Shuyi was not having a good time in the Jade Buddha Temple. He also learned that not only had he not sent anyone to look after Shen Shuyi, but his mother had also been making things difficult for her in every way.

Since then, Shen Shuhan refused to speak. No matter how he threatened, bribed, beat or kicked him, he remained silent.

Even if Shen Shuyi provoked him again, he rarely responded.

It seems that the once prominent and brilliant young master of the Shen family has fallen completely!

"As long as you promise to write me three more poems, I will find a way for my mother to find a good marriage for her so that she will have no worries for the rest of her life." Shen Jing'an squatted down, grabbed Shen Shuhan's dry hair, and spoke slowly, his eyes full of shrewd calculations.

It had been a long time since he had written a famous piece of writing that was widely circulated. No matter how much the writers his mother found for him polished their works, they still lacked spirit.