When his hand was about to touch the top of Jiang Rao's hair, his arm collapsed and he was hit by a sharp and heavy object on his back.
Right back, shoulder blade stabbed, as if being stung by more than a dozen huge poisonous bees at the same time.
Damn it.
Yang Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows and rubbed his right shoulder blade, which was so painful that he couldn't use his strength, only to feel a chill behind him.
Yang Xiuzhu turned around and looked back.
A dozen or so steps away, there is a long wall, the blue shadow at the foot of the wall, stretched very long by the midday sun.
The pale boy was sitting in a wheelchair, stepping in the shadows, with a hint of scarlet in the corners of his eyes.
The moment he met his gaze, the young man raised his eyebrows, and there was a look of innocence on his handsome face.
The expression is slightly mocking, full of provocation.
Yang Xiuzhu could almost confirm who threw the stone at him.
My heart immediately burst into anger like it was poured with hot oil—
No longer gentle, he walked straight forward with a sullen face and hands behind his back.
If he didn't make such a tone, everyone would have to laugh at him and call a cripple to bully him.
But the young man looked at him approaching, but there was no trace of fear on his face.
It's not that the ignorant are fearless, but the kind of lawlessness and unscrupulousness that knows it will happen but is still not afraid.
He's just a cripple, what right is he not to be afraid of
Seeing him suddenly, he slightly tilted his head.
His fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled into a smile.
Yang Xiuzhu still doesn't understand what is going on with this aggressive smile that implies a needle glow.
In the ear, there was a bang.
…
It was the first time he saw that a person sitting in a wheelchair would fall on the ground, and Yang Xiuzhu was dumbfounded.
But for Jiang Rao who was always blocked by Yang Xiuzhu, she only saw Rong Ting falling to the ground.
She didn't want to talk to Yang Xiuzhu at first, so she kept her head down.
Until he heard the bang, he suddenly raised his head.
I saw Rong Ting, who was wearing a wheelchair, fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing and distressing posture.
Just as she had imagined...
Knowing that his servant is useless, she has been worrying about who will take care of him.
But in the dream, he always hated being approached by others and had a stubborn temper. Even if her legs are bad, she can do everything by herself, so she doesn't want to be in the hands of others, and occasionally enslaves her, just to torture her.
Once in a dream, she accidentally bumped into him several times holding on to his crutches and almost fell to the ground, which aroused his fury. That gloomy face sinking like water made King Yama terrified even when he saw it.
Well aware of his resistance and dislike for other people's personal care, on the day Wang Zhou was taken away, after he rejected his proposal to provide him with two personal servants, she never mentioned it again.
But I still silently worry that he will fall and get hurt.
The worries that had flashed in her mind turned into reality in an instant, and she ran over in a flash, and arrived in front of Rong Ting before Yang Xiuzhu.
Her eyes were watery, full of worry, she leaned over and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
Rong Ting's unscrupulous smile when he was facing Yang Xiuzhu disappeared completely from his face when Jiang Rao noticed him.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
But Jiang Rao thought about the scene where Yang Xiuzhu walked towards her just now, her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't believe it, she turned her head and asked Yang Xiuzhu, "Did you push him?"
At that moment, her small body almost had the posture of a hen protecting its cubs.
Yang Xiuzhu immediately denied, "It's not me!"
He looked at Rong Ting, waiting for Rong Ting to say something, but when he waited until he was damned silent!
Isn't this letting Jiang Rao misunderstand
Yang Xiuzhu pointed to Rong Ting's wheelchair, "It's his own wheelchair that broke."
Jiang Rao still didn't quite believe it.
One was anxious to explain, but the other still didn't believe it.
Let Ting sit and watch.
Seeing that Yang Xiuzhu was about to jump in anxiety, and confirming that Jiang Rao didn't have much trust in Yang Xiuzhu, he finally made a sound.
"The wheelchair is broken."
The wheelchair behind Rong Ting had a crack in the left arm support, and the smaller half collapsed.
Yang Xiuzhu was going to die of anger! Would he die if he said something earlier? Obviously trying to misunderstand Jiang Rao.
"It's really not me." Yang Xiuzhu argued anxiously, with full confidence in his tone.
"Feel sorry."
Yang Xiuzhu was suddenly overjoyed, and felt that he could take the opportunity to say a few more words to her—
But Rong Ting spoke again.
"My leg hurts."
The boy lowered his head and his voice was very low.
His voice has always been low and hoarse, but at this moment, his voice is low and slow, and he seems very weak and weak.
With a light sound, Jiang Rao's gaze was drawn to him.
Those three words made her feel that he had been greatly wronged. She didn't care about what Yang Xiuzhu was saying, so she turned her eyes to him and called the servant girl, "Hurry up and find the doctor."
She wanted to pull him up, but she was afraid that he would fall somewhere, "Did you still hurt from the fall?"
Rong Ting leaned against the wall behind him with his two useless legs hanging down on the ground, like a little clay figurine, his face was stained with ashes, and his cheeks were ashy.
He lowered his head, looked at his two legs in the shadow of the wall, and didn't speak for a while.
He had never interacted with people normally since he was born, and he couldn't restrain the thorns on his body. I don't know how to show kindness to others. When you want to be liked by others, you don't know what you need to do and what expression you should have.
But now he saw deep worry and pity in her eyes.
Just like she had seen him many times before.
His current appearance probably made her feel pitiful.
He wanted her to pity him.
He continued to maintain his current expression when facing her.
"No more." The voice was very obedient, "It's just my leg hurts."
Yang Xiuzhu's temples twitched twice.
If it’s gone, it’s gone. Why do you have to repeat that his leg hurts
He has read so many books, and what he has learned is to teach him to treat others with gentleness, humility, and make people feel like a spring breeze, so that they can be appreciated. I have never met anyone like Rong Ting.
Yang Xiuzhu suddenly recognized who Rong Ting was.
——At the Spring Lantern Festival, the disabled servant who had been defended by Jiang Rao and who had been following Jiang Rao all the time. Now it seems to be in a weak and pitiful situation-
Tiansha is weak and pitiful!
It wasn't an accident that he had seen himself break the wheelchair and fall off it.
Man-made pitiful, can only be called scheming.
He was a little annoyed, and said to Jiang Rao: "He's just pretending to be pitiful, don't believe him!"
On the night of the Lantern Festival, the mask on the crippled face was never taken off, so he didn't recognize it for a while.
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Compared with that wheelchair, it is exactly the same, only the difference between intact and damaged.
His eyes were filled with anger, Jiang Rao turned to look at him with displeasure, "If Mr. Yang is fine, go home as soon as possible."
Clear order to evict guests.
When Yang Xiuzhu saw his words, she ignored his words and frowned for a while, not knowing what to say.
He stared at the person who fell to the ground now, trying to find a flaw.
The boy who fell on the ground was pale, tall and bony but looked thin and sickly, coupled with his extremely beautiful face, it was indeed easy to arouse sympathy.
But how could a real patient have the strength to break a wheelchair
Not even normal people do that.
This is a madman, a crippled madman.
"I saw him break the wheelchair and fall down with my own eyes." Yang Xiuzhu tried to restore what he saw to Jiang Rao by telling him exactly what he saw, but the more he explained, the more Jiang Rao looked at strange people. look at him.
As if he was lying.
Yang Xiuzhu couldn't continue speaking, and his tone was a little messy, "You have to trust me."
Jiang Rao obviously didn't believe it very much, and didn't even listen to him, and kept looking around to see if the maid who was looking for the doctor came back.
She didn't hear a few words of what Yang Xiuzhu said, but it was full of noises in her ears.
buzz buzz buzz buzz...
buzz buzz buzz buzz...
Flies are less talkative than him.
It's so annoying.
Someone is injured, saving lives is the most important thing.
Rong Ting has been observing Jiang Rao silently.
Seeing her eagerly waiting for the servant girl to come back, his eyes darkened, and he said, "You don't have to wait for the doctor to come."
He said: "Find a place to do it, just press it."
Jiang Rao glanced at him, frowned, and felt more and more pitiful for him, really pitiful.
Judging from his familiar tone, when his leg hurts, there must be more than one time.
But his way of relieving the pain is to press it himself.
God is sorry.
She felt distressed, squatted beside him, and asked him softly, "Where are you going to sit? Let me help you there, okay?"
The shadow cast by the girl casts over his lowered face. "Inside."
Want to go inside
Jiang Rao agreed, "Then go to my place."
Rong Ting's expression fluctuated slightly because of his success, but soon returned to calm.
Seeing that Jiang Rao hadn't listened to what he said, Yang Xiuzhu felt annoyed but didn't like to attack.
After looking carefully, he also began to feel that the young man who mocked and sneered at him was completely different from the well-behaved and sickly one in front of him, not like a person at all.
Could it be that he really misunderstood
He ignored his aching and bruised shoulder blades, took a step closer to Jiang Rao, and said softly, "Let me help him."
Jiang Rao looked up at him.
Sure enough, the ignorant are fearless.
She likes and is very used to the boy's obedient appearance, but she has not forgotten how his personality will collapse when he grows up if he is annoyed.
So although she is much more comfortable now, she still treats him cautiously.
"Young Master Yang, you don't need to intervene." Jiang Rao motioned him to look to the left, "Your sister is already waiting, Young Master Yang should hurry home with her."
She pointed out a way for him to die.
But Yang Xiuzhu heard her strong rejection of him from her words, originally he only wanted to say a word and left, but now that he has said so much, he is not reconciled that his position in her heart has not changed at all.
"Wait." He called out to Jiang Rao, whose back was facing her. When she turned around, he took a step forward and stretched out his hand again.
When she was running just now, the dead leaves had already fallen from her head.
But he has other options.
"Your hair is covered with fallen leaves."
He thought that this would be a very considerate gesture and would highlight his tall figure, but this time, as soon as her hand was in the air, she took a step back.
And his wrist was throbbing from a stone.
There was no fourth person present, he frowned in pain and looked at Rong Ting, his fingers twitched and opened due to the pain of being hit by the tendon in his hand, and the fallen leaves he was holding fell slowly down...
Jiang Rao saw it.
Her eyes were filled with boredom, and she really couldn't see this flirtatious method. "My little girl is really worried that you will do something outrageous in the future. Men and women can't kiss each other. We won't see each other again in the future."
Yang Xiuzhu clutched his wrist, his face was still sweating coldly, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak a word.
But he could only watch helplessly as Jiang Rao helped the disabled boy to leave.
Although the little boy was nearly a head taller than her, most of his body weight seemed to be on her side.
Whether men and women give or receive kisses, is it still divided
Yang Xiuzhu warned himself not to think like this, she hadn't grown up yet, and it was time to learn to obey etiquette, not to mention, that cripple was indeed too pitiful.
Even he looked pitiful.
Yang Xiuzhu was thinking, when he raised his eyes, he saw the young man looking back.
The eyebrows were raised straight, and the corners of the lips curled into a smile, showing that kind of lawless and unscrupulous bastard.
The provocative look when I first saw him.
It's just that this time it's mixed with a strong warning and a little pride.
—Don't move my things.
—My things, you can’t move them even if you want to.
Yang Xiuzhu held down his trembling hand.
He thought about the young man's expression, and then looked at the backs of them leaving together.
When two people stand together, they will automatically separate the other people into the same atmosphere.
He finally understood something.
Yang Xiuzhu almost had the urge to curse!
This guy!
He had never seen such a man.
Than those women with means can pretend to be pitiful!
…
When walking towards Yang Qi'an, Yang Qi'an excitedly asked Yang Xiuzhu, "Brother, did she accept your apology?"
She was self-conscious, and said with great joy: "I just felt today that I have found someone who matches my eldest brother, doesn't my eldest brother feel that?"
"Her family's house is so beautiful, but it's just a temporary mansion. I don't know how many places there are in various places. Brother, if a wife from such a family is betrothed to you, your road to officialdom will be smooth in the future."
Yang Qi'an became more self-indulgent, indulging in completely impossible fantasies.
The more Yang Qi'an felt the infinite sadness and desolation in his heart.
Yang Qi'an talked more and more, and Yang Xiuzhu finally said in a cold voice: "It's impossible."
Yang Qi'an was taken aback, "What?"
Yang Xiuzhu said: "Ask for relatives. Not only begging for relatives, but now, it is impossible to even come to visit."
Yang Qi'an frowned, "Why, if her family hadn't been rich, I would have thought she wasn't good enough for brother..."
"It's not because of you!" Yang Xiuzhu finally broke out and shouted loudly, "It's all you, you're so stupid!"
"Don't bother me anymore!" He gritted his teeth and said harshly.
Walked two steps, but turned around, looking at Yang Qi'an who was frozen in place, "Don't bother her anymore!"
He finally turned and left.
Before coming to her house, he only heard that her family seemed to be a rich family, but in fact the master of the family has no official position and has been wandering leisurely for more than ten years. She thought to herself that no matter how powerful her family background was, she couldn't compare to his uncle who was an official in the court.
But I came here to see the expenses and furnishings of her house, I am afraid that even if he had ten more uncles, he would not be able to match.
I thought it was a happy marriage that he would lower his airs and pursue patiently, and he would keep it until the clouds opened to see the moonlight.
But who knew, he was the one who climbed the ladder.
Yang Xiuzhu felt very bad in his heart, he has always been the one with the best family background and the most talent, and he has never climbed up anyone.
She also said today that it would be better not to see each other again in the future, no matter how cheeky he was, he would not get what he wanted, just like a joke.
Give it up, he thought.
But he didn't let go at all. Instead, there was a burst of anger in my heart, unwillingness, and anger.
There was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Yang Xiuzhu thought it was Yang Qi'an who was catching up, and was about to say impatiently, when he heard a childish voice, "Brother Yang."
Jiang Jinxing stepped on a pair of tiger-toed shoes, ran up to him, and asked, "Tangtang."
Yang Xiuzhu frowned.
Just now when he asked him to call his sister out, he promised to give him candy.
He forgot.
But they have already given up, what's the use of pleasing him.
He didn't care about those few candies, he threw them into his arms and walked away, but was caught up by Jiang Jinxing's two small footsteps wearing tiger-toed shoes. The sugar fell into his palm, "Give Brother Yang half."
Yang Xiuzhu frowned, Jiang Jinxing finished what he wanted to do, and ran away happily.
Jiang Jinxing has always wanted an older brother.
Sister is fine, but Sister can't fight.
And my elder brother is tall and powerful. When standing next to him, others should be afraid of him and respect him.
In this way, there is no need to fight, and other children will think that he is the most powerful.
Brother Yang is very good here, and other children know his name.
When they got along well, he wouldn't be afraid of being defeated in fights in the future.
Jiang Xiaobawang is full of ambition, stepping on two tiger-toed shoes, walking vigorously.
…
All the way through the hanging flower door and the corridor, when Rong Ting was taken to the outer room in her yard, Jiang Rao's face was already sweating.
Not tired.
She thought that it would be very tiring to drag a person taller than her, but who knew that it would be very easy to support him.
Presumably he was too light to have any weight at all.
Being so tall and so light is probably due to taking too much medicine, which made me lose weight abruptly.
Pitiful.
She carefully helped him to sit on the couch, but saw that his breathing was tight and his face was very red.
Although Jiang Rao has tried his best to shift his weight to her side, but she also knows that even if she supports her, it will not be easy for him to walk the hundreds of steps, so she asked anxiously, "Is your leg starting to hurt?" ?”
Rong Ting tightened his lips and shook his head.
"Then I'll go out and see if the maid who called for the doctor has come back."
"En." Rong Ting's voice seemed to be muffled at the bottom of the water, it seemed hazy and unreal, a bit unnaturally depressed.
After Jiang Rao turned around, he slowly raised his eyes, looking at her back, his eyes were dark and deep.
Only when he got close did he realize that there was a faint fragrance on her body.
Those concubines in the palace competed for beauty, each wanted to compete in front of the emperor, and bought all kinds of spices and perfumes. He stayed in it for a long time, and was only bored with the smell of makeup and powder on women's bodies.
No matter how heavy the perfume is, it can't hide the greed and calculation in their hearts.
But the fragrance on her body was different, like the smell left after bathing, a faint fragrance.
Rong Ting covered his eyes in embarrassment.
It's just so faint that it's almost imperceptible, and the fragrance can only be smelled if you get close enough, it's enough to make him distracted.
Along the way, my heart was itchy.
At this time Jiang Rao came back.
Rong Ting straightened his sitting posture immediately.
Jiang Rao said to him: "The doctor will come back later. You sit down and rest first. If there is any pain, please tell me."
Rong Ting nodded obediently.
He suddenly raised his eyes and asked her, "Where's your brother?"
Jiang Rao raised his forehead.
Simply helpless.
Just now when she went out, she asked the servant girl where her brother was.
But she learned that after helping Yang Xiuzhu to call her out, her younger brother chased after Yang Xiuzhu who left and went to find Yang Xiuzhu.
what happened.
Why did her younger brother start doing things for outsiders
Oh, such a brother.
Apart from eating several bowls of her rice with a small bowl every day, what else can I expect from him
Forget it.
She said to Rong Ting: "He went out to find friends."
Rong Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you looking for the person who talked to you just now?"
Jiang Rao nodded.
She has nothing to do now, she just wants to have a good talk with Jiang Jinxing after Jiang Jinxing comes back.
My younger brother is a little younger, so he is really naive and easy to deceive.
Got to teach.
Otherwise, it is so easy to help others when you grow up, and you might be taken advantage of by others.
Because Jiang Rao knew in the dream that the Jiang family would be ransacked and become dilapidated, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.
Rong Ting's face darkened slightly.
He judged a fact in her short expression change.
Her brother is very important to her.
Someone who can make her worry about it.
But the little fat man didn't like him.
He doesn't like him either.
Rong Ting tightened his fingers.
If those people who would make her worry about disappear completely...
He clenched his back molars tightly, and together with this secret thought, he became a bit violent.
But at the same time, his head was aching, so painful that he couldn't think about it anymore, the thought of destroying someone died down, like the ebb tide, subsided.
Rong Ting's face returned to normal, and he said calmly: "Last time, I seemed to have made him angry."
Jiang Rao knew that he was talking about the last time he didn't give Wumei to her younger brother, so she smiled, "You did the right thing."
"My younger brother recently changed his teeth, and he hasn't been asked to eat candy for half a month. He is a bit addicted to sugar. One of his front teeth has rotted, and he has a new tooth. You can't ask him to eat so much candy anymore."
"I'm here today for this." Rong Ting pushed forward a boxy paper bag at this moment, "I asked the doctor, this kind of almond cake doesn't have much sugar, it's good for children who have changed their teeth it does not matter."
This, this, this...
Jiang Rao was flattered.
If he only gave her something, it would be like paying her back.
But sending something to Jiang Jinxing seems to be because she felt that she didn't give candy last time, which made her brother unhappy...
When he grew up, he should have been aloof and defiant.
He is the only one in the world, arbitrarily authorizing power, and he doesn't care what others think.
She actually led a child who was about to grow crooked to the right path.
A little bit, great.
She asked the servant girl to take the boxy paper bag, and said to Rong Ting, "Thank you."
Rong Ting carefully looked at the emotion on her face, but there was no disturbance in his pupils.
When he caught sight of something on the table by the window, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Is a piece of unfinished embroidery.
He squinted for a while and asked, "Did you embroider it?"
"ah?"
Jiang Rao followed his gaze, stood up in a panic, rushed to the table, stuffed the embroidered cloth wildly, and stuffed it into the drawer.
This ugly thing can't be shown to people.
She came back with her head down, and said slowly, "I embroidered it."
Trying to save some face for himself, "It's just casual embroidery, without too much effort."
With great difficulty, Rong Ting discovered that for the first time, she had a shy expression on her face.
In his impression, the handkerchiefs are all girls, embroidered as gifts for lovers.
Especially the women in the palace are mostly like this.
But just now he looked at the patterns on her embroidered cloth, which looked like bamboo.
Although it is only half embroidered, the outline is already formed.
He remembered that Mr. Yang's name just now also had a character for bamboo.
Rong Ting started to have a headache again.
It was just a guess that had not yet been implemented, which made him very unbearable.
"Can I see it?" he asked.
Jiang Rao was very embarrassed.
The ugly things she makes are really unsightly!
But she thought about it, he was a boy, and maybe he couldn't tell whether the embroidery work was good or bad, and she couldn't think of any other reason to refuse, so she opened the table drawer and showed him the embroidery cloth.
It really is bamboo.
Rong Ting's fingers tensed slightly.
If only it was something she wanted to give away.
He really wanted to destroy it.
After destroying her, there is no way to give it to others.
Unknowingly, the fingers pinched the edge and began to exert force.
Jiang Rao was at the side, seeing him frowning, she felt very shameless.
Although her embroidery is not good enough, but it is not so ugly that the people who see it will frown!
She doesn't want face, the best embroiderer in the mansion, Aqiao, still has to save face.
"Give it back to me." She stretched out her hand, "I still have to continue to embroider. I've been embroidering for a long time, and now it's almost the last point."
She was dissatisfied with the disgust in his eyes, and muttered, "I embroidered it with my heart, and I embroidered it for a long time."
I have been embroidering for a long time.
Embroidered with heart.
The destructive desire in Rong Ting's heart got out of control to the edge of the cliff.
But he reined in his horse and stopped.
The things she embroidered with care shouldn't be destroyed.
Just destroy whoever she wants to send this to.
He put the embroidered cloth back into Jiang Rao's hand, Jiang Rao took a look at it herself, and felt that the thing she embroidered was okay, and she could still see it.
After all, there is Aqiao's craftsmanship as the foundation.
"Is this really ugly?" She couldn't help asking, "If it's too ugly, my father won't let me out of the house."
The bloodthirsty thought was still growing wildly in his mind, Rong Ting suddenly froze.
"Um?"
"My father asked me to practice embroidery before I can go out." Jiang Rao complained, "So I didn't go to see you for two days, I was busy embroidering things, so that my father would allow me to go out."
Rong Ting: "..."
He cast his eyes down for a moment.
When he raised his eyes again, he said to Jiang Rao, "Give me the needle and thread."
…
When Jiang Rao looked at the embroidered cloth that had been embroidered in half an hour, she felt ashamed.
Her father said she didn't look like a girl, and it was true.
Even the stitches he added at the end were better than hers by the naked eye!
She frowned and frowned, "How can you do needlework?"
Sometimes her eyes would glance at his hands, which didn't look like pampered hands. The back of the hand was full of scars, and the palm was thick with calluses.
But the way he threaded the needle just now, he was so proficient that it didn't seem like he was doing this kind of thing for the first time.
Although the stitches are not as good as those embroiderers in the mansion, at least they are stronger than hers, and the embroidered threads are stronger.
"If no one sews for me, I can do it myself."
He has never been able to get the new clothes distributed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. At most, on the New Year's Day, the Empress, in order to show Emperor Zhao Wu that she took good care of him, would ask the maids to change him into new clothes and take them to the New Year's Eve dinner.
But in fact, his father, who only has political affairs in his eyes, never takes a look at his children.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, his only qualification to wear new clothes was gone. At other times, he wore old clothes for many years. He changed the big and small for himself, sewed and mended, and survived year after year.
At this time, I always envy those children who have mothers.
Someone asked him about hunger and cold.
Someone cares about his warmth.
…
This is the first time Jiang Rao heard him talk about his past.
Obviously there were not a few words, but the expression on her face instantly became sad.
Rong Ting curled up his scarred fingers and said, "If you still worry about this simple needlework in the future, I can continue to help you."
Jiang Rao shook her head, "No."
She suddenly wanted to practice needlework well.
No one sews clothes for him, he can do it himself.
This sounds too pitiful.
At a young age, her brother was still busy turning his elbows out, but he had learned everything.
Then she thought of the little man hiding behind the tree, looking at others eagerly.
It makes people want to give him everything, all that he wants.
…
The doctor saw Rong Ting and said he was fine, so Jiang Rao was relieved.
She wanted to find a carpenter directly and make a wheelchair for him, but Rong Ting said that he could repair it himself.
Sure enough, he is a child who grew up completely on his own, capable of everything.
After Rong Ting left, Jiang Rao went back to Aqiao to make a new pattern and came out, actively embroidering, which made Fourth Master Jiang feel relieved and heartbroken.
How much he wanted to go out to find that brat in the west of the city, but he even learned how to find things by himself.
The old father felt very sad and sad.
…
In the evening, the family ate around the dining table.
Jiang Jinxing's seat was empty.
He is often the one who goes out to play crazy and doesn't come home, and he doesn't come back when it's time to eat.
Fourth Master Jiang felt that his son was exactly the same as when he was a child, and when he grew up and became sensible, he would be fine, so he didn't want to restrain him very much.
Jiang Qinshi always had disagreements with him on this matter, and he was unwilling to just indulge Jiang Jinxing like this.
After all, this is the only son of their Jiang family. If they don't know the rules, how can they support the entire Jiang family in the end.
Such a divisive thing.
In the end, Fourth Master Jiang listened to Jiang Qinshi.
Seeing that his wife was unhappy, he immediately asked the servant girl to go out to find someone. Within half an hour, more than one servant girl came back. The one he sent out came back together with the one who should have been with Jiang Jinxing.
The expressions of the two were equally anxious, "Master, madam, young master, he's going to fight again."
Fourth master Jiang didn't react much to the routine matter at first, he just wanted to know if it was his son's fault, if yes, tell him to admit his mistake, if not, let's see if he wins or loses, if he loses, he has to ask Master Wu to teach him some kung fu.
Until I heard the two maids say, "Young master didn't fight with people around his age this time, but he was surrounded by a group of beggars in the west of the city and ripped off!"
"This is how the same thing?"
Fourth Master Jiang wanted to ask clearly, but Jiang Qin Shi stood up anxiously, "Don't ask, just call someone to rescue the young master!"
…
West of the city.
Jiang Jinxing, a white and soft, not tall fat man, looked at the beggars who were gradually gathering towards him. There was a huge crowd of people. Come on, scared to cry.
There are at most four servants around him, but today there are only two, a servant girl and a book boy. The girl went home to report the news, but the book boy ran away in fright when he saw the twenty or thirty beggars surrounding him.
Only Jiang Jinxing was left alone, who had the guts to last a stick of incense, and when the stick of incense was over, he also began to tremble with fright.
A person next to the leading beggar said: "Boss, this is the kid who beat up our little brother with his family two days ago."
Although Jiang Jinxing was getting scared at first, his backbone made him hold on, "It was the beggar who robbed my purse first!"
His teeth were broken, and his speech was still leaking, and his momentum lost half in an instant.
The beggar who spoke just now let out a mocking laugh, looking at Jiang Jinxing's chubby little fufu coat, "This kid is full of treasures, just that purse, the jade pendant inside was exchanged for three hundred taels of silver. Last time Xiao Wu was taken by his He couldn’t get out of bed for a few days after being beaten, so he had to get back some money for his medicine. But he was caught alone.”
There are also beggars who are showing the wind, and they will run away when the Jiang family comes. Anyway, they are foreigners, and they will not stay in Yecheng for long. If they make a fortune, they will hide out for a few months and come back, and the limelight will pass.
As he spoke, he was about to grab the bracelet on Jiang Jinxing's wrist with his dirty hands.
Jiang Jinxing was not as tall as the beggar's belly, and trembling in fright, he hid back. At this time, he caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes instantly brightened up, "Brother Yang!"
Yang Xiuzhu just came back from the academy, passing by, Jiang Jinxing saw him and waved excitedly.
Someone can save him!
He avoided the hands of those beggars who came to cover his mouth, and shouted loudly several times, "Brother Yang!"
Yang Xiuzhu finally saw him.
Jiang Jinxing was overjoyed, he was saved!
He shouted, "Come and save me! Brother Yang!"
Yang Xiuzhu stopped on the spot.
Those beggars are also afraid of things, Yang Xiuzhu is different from this little foreigner, he can recognize who they are when he sees their faces, and he spat, "Unlucky."
"The fat fish is gone." They said shaking their heads.
But at this moment, things turned around.
Yang Xiuzhu squinted for a while, then turned around and left directly.