The entourage did not expect that he would dare to do it, and immediately became furious. He stretched out his hand to grab the stick in He Shaoting's hand without the master's instructions, but He Shaoting has experience in 'actual combat', so how could he easily teach him to do it? Then he swung the stick violently towards his legs.
Although he was young, he started to help his family very early, and his strength was much stronger than that of children of the same age. When the stick was knocked down, the entourage screamed in agony, and hugged the hit leg on the ground. Called to roll around.
Feng Weiliang was furious, feeling deeply that he was being provoked, and suddenly shot at He Shaoting.
He has been practicing martial arts with his stepfather since he was a child, and he is a little older than He Shaoting. He Shaoting fights with people with all his brute strength. Naturally, he is not as good as a person with martial arts like him. After several punches, the whole person was forced by the opponent to be powerless to fight back.
He Shaoting seemed to have returned to the time when he was besieged by the neighbor's children. His eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of anger, but he still clenched his teeth and didn't hum.
He was hit on the shoulder again, he staggered, took a few steps back, but finally fell to the ground without standing up.
Feng Weiliang then took back his palm and snorted coldly at him: "You dare to be arrogant in front of me if you are not self-sufficient!"
After he finished speaking, he spat at him again with contempt, turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. After that, a heavy object pressed firmly on his lower back, and he had already received several punches on his body.
The fists were more ruthless, and they focused on hitting wherever they hurt. Although he had martial arts skills, he was only half-baked. In addition to being pampered on weekdays, how could he have suffered such a big loss, and the pain made him scream. .
The entourage who fell to the ground with his legs hugged and screamed heard the little master's cry, and he couldn't care about the leg that seemed to be about to break, struggling to get up to help the little master.
He Shaoting, who was pressing on Feng Weiliang, was pushed away by him. After rolling on the ground for two laps, he rushed up without fear of death, and entangled Feng Weiliang, who was being lifted up by his entourage, and punched and kicked again.
Although Feng Weiliang has martial arts and helpers, he can be barefooted and not afraid of wearing shoes. Today, he provokes a barefooted person who is not afraid of death. The other party's fierce eyes that can't wait to eat people, and his ruthlessness like death, teach him to see directly. I can't help but feel a little terrified.
With this fear, the momentum weakened a bit, and even the fist that was swung out seemed to become weak and weak, and it had already lost its due strength.
The entourage hugged He Shaoting tightly and dragged him away from the little master. He Shaoting bit his arm with such ferocity that he almost didn't spit out a piece of flesh from the man's arm.
The man's face turned pale in pain, and the strength in his hands loosened. He Shaoting took the opportunity to struggle away, turned around and flew a kick, and kicked his crotch fiercely.
Only to hear a more shrill scream, the man immediately fell to the ground holding his crotch, screaming and rolling.
He Shaoting immediately turned around and rushed towards the stunned Feng Weiliang, waving his fists to hit the most vulnerable part of the person. Feng Weiliang hurriedly resisted a few times, although he also waited for the opportunity to punch the opponent, but he received more punches on his body, and the punches hurt more than the punches.
Seeing that He Shaoting was entangled again, and was about to beat him to death, Feng Weiliang was finally scared and screamed: "Father, father, father help!!"
He Shaoting's eyes were red, and his face had long been painted, but he remained silent, clenching his teeth and punching Feng Weiliang with punch after punch.
"What a vicious boy, he actually shot someone!" Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from the side, holding his wrist firmly, restraining his movements.
He Shaoting waved another fist without thinking, but he was restrained by the opponent without exception.
The person who came slashed his arms back with force, and completely made him unable to move.
He Shaoting groaned in pain, his face turned pale, and beads of perspiration seeped from his forehead. He bit his lip hard, trying not to let himself cry out again.
Du Chengzhong didn't think that he was a hard bone at a young age, and he was a little impressed for a while, and then he thought about the ruthless ruthlessness he just chased after his stepson, and faintly admired it.
Bloody boys should be like that!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his stepson who was beaten all over his body. His eyes were a little distressed, but he was also a little disappointed.
No matter how carefully he taught, the blood of this child is still the literati blood that belongs to his biological father.
"Let go of me, let me go!!" He Shaoting struggled a few times, but the opponent's hands were like iron pincers, so he couldn't even make any effort at all.
Du Chengzhong sneered: "Where are you a bastard? You dare to hurt people in the street, you are so vicious at such a young age, how did your parents teach you?!"
"Father, it was him who injured the child, you must avenge the child!" Feng Weiliang hurried over when he saw the savior, angry and aggrieved.
Seeing that the stepson's face was blue and red, and the clothes on his body were torn in several places, Du Chengzhong frowned, and He Shaoting couldn't hold back and groaned in pain.
"Today, the Japanese general will teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents, so that you will know the fate of being reckless and vicious!" He sneered, and he exerted more force on his hand. He just clenched his teeth and refused to hum a word.
Du Chengzhong was even more annoyed when he saw this: "What a stubborn and stubborn boy, if you ask for mercy, this general will spare your life, otherwise, this general will teach you to splatter blood on this ten-mile long street!"
As soon as the voice fell, the intensity of the hand deepened a little.
He Shaoting felt that his arms were about to be twisted, and the pain caused him to sweat profusely. He bit his lower lip so bloodshot, but he never said a word.
Du Chengzhong became more and more annoyed, and deliberately taught him a lesson. Just as he was about to exert more force, he followed the guard beside him with a bag that fell to the ground, and said in a low voice, "The general is merciful, this child may have some background."
Du Chengzhong's hand moved for a while, and his inquiring eyes turned to him.
The guard pointed to a mark on the bag and said, "This is something belonging to Ji Yuan's mansion, Minister of Personnel."
Du Chengzhong frowned, and the movements of his hands loosened a little.
Feng Weiliang became anxious when he saw it, and said loudly, "Father, he is not from Lord Ji's mansion, he is the kid who spoke unkindly to you in He'an mansion."
Du Chengzhong was stunned for a moment, and after turning his strength, he turned He Shaoting over to face him, and after taking a closer look, he saw that this kid's facial features were indeed somewhat similar to the kid who questioned him back then.
Only now that the child has an injury on his face, and it has been nearly two years since the incident, he is not quite sure for a while.
"If this is the case, this child should have a close relationship with Tang Songnian's family, who is the newly-appointed official examiner, and the general is not suitable..." The guard shook his head slightly at him.
Neither Ji Yuan nor Tang Songnian could be provocative by the current Zhenyuan General Mansion. When the general supported the abolished prince earlier, he was on the wrong team. The new emperor didn't pursue it, but it didn't work.
Du Chengzhong is not stupid either, he understands after thinking about it.
The new emperor himself is an outstanding general with outstanding military exploits, and his subordinates are even more talented. I don’t know how many are better than him. It was because he was difficult to stand out under the new emperor that he switched to the camp of the abolished prince and slowly made his way through. Out of a world.
But when the abolished prince fell, although he was not implicated, he was in an embarrassing situation. When it comes to governing the country, it is not as good as Ji Yuan, Wei Liang, and other officials who have been following the new emperor, and it is far less than Qiu Zhong, the former counselor of the abolished prince; when it comes to fighting the battlefield, among the famous generals under the new emperor, none of them are worse than him.
It is the most realistic portrayal of the Zhenyuan General Mansion today.
Although Tang Songnian was a small clerk, he had Ji Yuan behind him, and now he was obviously in the eyes of the new emperor, so it was not easy for him to meet him.
Thinking of this, he finally let go of his hand slowly.
"Father!" Feng Weiliang was not reconciled, but he could only helplessly watch He Shaoting take back his burden, glared at them with hatred, and then limped away with the burden.
Du Chengzhong was stunned by the resentful eyes, and stared blankly at the thin but stubborn figure gradually disappearing from his sight.
He was injured, and He Shaoting didn't go home directly, and he didn't dare to go to Jifu to deliver things. He dragged his injured body to a clear stream in the city, put his burden on a clean boulder, and squatted down with difficulty. , Pull up the sleeves and slowly wash the wounds on the body.
A bruised face was clearly reflected in the water. He Shaoting lowered his head and slowly raised his left hand, trying to reach the stream with difficulty, but there was a sharp pain in his left shoulder blade, his hand trembled, and he could no longer probe it. down.
It's useless, what's the point of this little injury! He took a deep breath, endured the severe pain, and stuck his left hand into the stream, using his palm as a spoon, scooped the water and slowly sprinkled it on the wound on his right arm.
The thin and fair arm was blue and red at the moment, and the skin was torn in one place, blood seeped out from it, water dripped on it, and a burst of pain hit, he bit his lips hard, and snorted the The sound was swallowed again.
He didn't say a word, and moved slowly to clean the wound bit by bit.
There was a small sound of 'pa da', and tears fell on the wound on his right arm. As if he didn't realize it, he still carefully scooped water to wash the wound.
'Pa da da da', and two more tears rolled from his eyes, blurring his vision instantly. But he didn't seem to notice, he sniffed, and mechanically continued the movement in his hands.
'Pa da da da da', more and more tears fell, like broken beads falling on the back of the hand, a few drops splashed into the wound, mixed with blood and slipped down the back of the hand, and then dripped into the stream, and soon it was gone. There is no trace.
He finally stopped washing the wound, raised his right hand with difficulty, slowly wiped the tears from his eyes, and then started to wash the wound on his left hand stiffly.
'Pa da da da', and another bean-sized teardrop fell. This time, his movements did not stop for a minute, letting the tears fall drop by drop until the wound was completely cleaned.
He slowly took out the handkerchief his cousin made for him from his arms, wet it with water, and woke up the wounds on his face little by little. At the end, he wiped his eyes.
Not important, nothing important, his surname is He, and he will only be surnamed He in this life. He has a father, his name is He Bingpeng. Although he can beat people when he is drunk, he is still his father, the father who raised him.
He used to have a grandmother, a mother, an aunt, and now he also has an aunt and a cousin.
In the end, he put away the veil that had been wrung out of water, stood up with difficulty while holding the burden, and dragged his heavy footsteps towards Jifu.
Mrs. He waited and waited, but she couldn't sit still when her nephew brought her the prepared quilt.
Will something happen to the kid
She was worried in her heart, so she simply took leave and hurried to the temporary rental home.
Unexpectedly, he just walked through an alley, and he saw He Shaoting limping across the face. She was shocked and hurried up: "Brother Ting, what's the matter with your injury? Who hit you?!"
He Shaoting didn't answer, but said apologetically, "I'm sorry, aunt, I'm late. My sister has all my stuff inside."
"What are you doing with this at this time! Hurry up and find a doctor to have a look." Madam He was anxious and afraid, grabbed the burden, and carried him to the nearest medical clinic.
The cool breeze was breezy at night, the stars were shining brightly outside the window, and the night wind blew into the house, swaying the curtain beside the bed and fluttering in the wind.
"Brother Ting is sleeping?" Eleven-year-old sister Fang, with a slim appearance and a worried look on her face, hurriedly stepped forward to ask when her mother came out of the younger cousin's house.
"Sleep, the medicine he drank contains a secret to calm the mind, let him sleep longer!" Mrs. He sighed.
"Mother, did Brother Ting say who hurt him?" Sister Fang asked with a frown.
"It's not like you don't know his temperament, but he's the most stubborn. If you don't want to say it, you won't open your mouth no matter how you ask. You don't know who he is with such a stubborn temperament." Mrs. He sighed even more.
Sister Fang wrinkled her nose: "Mother, I don't like Beijing, when can we go home?"
"Later, we'll go back later." Mrs. He patted her arm, "It's getting late, so hurry up and go to sleep!"
Sister Fang responded and went back to her room to rest.
Madam He looked at the house where He Shaoting was resting, her eyes deep. I don't know how long it took before I let out a faint sigh.
She has always known that this child is not the flesh and blood of the He family. When her sister-in-law entered the door, she was already pregnant with this child, but her mother and brother didn't care, so she naturally had nothing to say.
What's more, with the notoriety known by his younger brother for dozens of miles, if someone is willing to marry him, he is already blessed by his ancestors, and he dares to dislike him. Besides, after so many years of war, there are countless men and women who have lost their husbands and wives. It is not a shameful thing for widows to remarry and widows to remarry.
Her younger sister-in-law has an outstanding appearance and a gentle temperament. The most rare thing is that she works or is a good hand. Even if such a woman has a dead husband, there are not a few people who are willing to marry her.
And Feng Weiliang, who returned to the mansion with an injury, naturally drew the distressed tears of his mother, Yunshi. When Yunshi heard that the child who had injured him was actually the child he saw in He'an mansion two years ago, he subconsciously looked at the husband beside him. Seeing him frowning a pair of thick eyebrows, his expression seemed to be a little trance.
She felt a little weird in her heart, but she couldn't tell the reason. She only ordered the servants to go to the doctor.
"Dad, what's wrong with my brother?" A little girl about three or four years old came in holding the nanny's hand and asked curiously when she saw the strange colors on her brother's face.
Du Chengzhong suddenly came back to his senses, seeing that it was Du Xingchang, the only child of the Yun family, he touched his daughter's hair and said, "Your brother is hurt a little bit, and my mother is helping him with medicine. Are you scared of Chang'er? ?"
The little girl shook her head, but she hid her body behind her father and stuck out half of her face to look at her brother with a bit of fear.
Feng Weiliang saw that his father, who had been distracted, became very gentle after his sister arrived, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he turned away.
That night, Yun Shi told his son to remember to take the medicine before leaving.
Ningchun Pavilion in Xingjingyuan, seeing Du Chengzhong pouring and drinking himself in the pavilion, with a preoccupied appearance, he somehow thought of the child who injured his son today, and the strange feeling in his heart came back again. come out.
She quickly calmed down, carried her skirt into the pavilion, and asked softly, "Why are you drinking alone here?"
When Du Chengzhong saw that it was his wife, his expression softened a little, and instead of answering, he asked, "What's wrong with Brother Liang's injury?"
"Fortunately, I didn't hurt my bones, I can rest for a while." Yun shi grabbed his wine glass and didn't let him drink any more.
Du Chengzhong also followed her.
Yun shi sat with him for a while, and chatted with him for a while, and then tentatively asked: "Who is the child who injured Brother Liang today?"
Du Chengzhong shook his head: "I don't know either, I only know that he is somewhat close to the mansion of Tang Songnian, the tester's foreigner."
After a pause, he said: "Tomorrow, I will adjust Brother Liang's schoolwork, reduce the time for martial arts practice, and appropriately increase the time for studying."
Feng Weiliang, who was walking out of frustration, just heard what he said, his face changed, and he subconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Father he... why
Yun Shi was stunned: "Why is this? Didn't you say earlier that you hope that Brother Liang can fight with you in the future, to be a father and son soldier?"
Du Chengzhong sighed: "This time is different from the past. The imperial court is in urgent need of talents to govern the country. Since the Supreme Emperor, Enke has been added many times, which is precisely why. Liang Geer follows the text. If he can get a good place in the imperial examination room in the future, he will The future is there.”
Yun Shi breathed a sigh of relief. In all honesty, she didn't like her son fighting and killing in the future. It would be best to be a civil servant.
Feng Weiliang, who was behind the two, could not help but sighed in relief.
He knew that his father still loved him and thought about him everywhere.
After realizing this, he did not disturb the couple in the pavilion and left quietly.
After walking a distance, he suddenly saw two Fuzhong guards talking in a low voice in front of him. He frowned in displeasure. When he heard the words of the two people clearly, his face suddenly became quite ugly.
"The eldest son's injury was really caused by a seven or eight-year-old child?"
"It's true, how can I make a joke about this, I'm several years older than that kid, and I've learned martial arts with the general for so many years, but I can't beat a poor kid, I really lost Zhenyuan. The face of the General's Mansion."
"It's not the seed of a general, how can there be the blood of a general, after all, it's just an embroidered pillow."
"It makes sense..."
…
The figures of the two people were getting farther and farther away, and eventually they turned into a dot of ink and could no longer be seen. Feng Weiliang clenched his fists tightly, his face was blue, red and white, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a faint light of water.
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Tang Songnian got a good job. Even if Tang Bainian was jealous in his heart, he still had to work hard on the surface. After all, he had a younger brother who worked in the Ministry of Officials, and it was easier for him to walk in the capital. Thinking of this, he suddenly gave birth to a good idea.
It is better to take advantage of this great opportunity to hold a banquet in the mansion and invite nobles from various mansions, which can be regarded as further opening up his contacts in Beijing.
He excitedly went to find Tang Songnian, and told him that he planned to hold a banquet in the mansion to congratulate him on his promotion. .
He reluctantly persuaded and persuaded, but Tang Songnian still refused to change his mind. The two brothers couldn't argue, and Tang Bo left in a rage at the end of the year.
"I just don't know how to lift up!!" Walking out of the courtyard where the third room was located, he turned around and spat, his eyes gloomy.
"Who doesn't know how to lift?" A soft and waxy voice sounded behind him. He looked back and recognized that it was the precious daughter of the person who didn't know how to lift, and replied angrily, "Apart from your father who?"
Xu Yunyao asked again innocently, "Is Uncle going to lift Daddy?"
Tang Bainian was suffocated by her, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't say what he wanted to lift Tang Songnian, but he was a little angry and stared at her angrily: "Your father is not a good thing, so is your little girl! "
All in all, he was fighting with Tang Songnian's family!
"Oh..." The little girl dragged her soft tail and asked again childishly, "Is that uncle a thing?"
Tang Bainian was choked by her. He wanted to say something and felt that he had lost his identity, so he could only walk away in the end.
Xu Yunyao looked at his back in anger with her hands behind her back, and after a while, she slowly pulled out the 'whip' she tied with cane, and threw it hard on the ground, only to hear a crisp sound of 'pop' , Brother Yao who was walking this way turned pale with fright, and ran away without even thinking about it.
"Baoya, Baoya, let me tell you, Brother Ting was injured!" Brother Zhou ran back like a gust of wind, panting heavily, his face flushed red and he didn't know if he was tired or angry.
"Who beat it?!" Xu Yunyao threw the rattan whip into a loud crack, and asked fiercely with her little eyebrows standing upright.
"Brother Ting won't say it, and Sister Fang and the others don't know either!" Brother Zhou was very angry, stomping his feet hard, and replied bitterly.
refuse to say? Xu Yunyao's fierce expression instantly froze, and after a while, she wrinkled her little nose, looking a little confused.
Why won't you say it? Is it because of the face, or because of damage to self-esteem, or because of the thought of quiet revenge
She scratched her face in confusion.
"Baoya!" Ruan's displeased voice suddenly came, Xu Yunyao secretly said that it was not good, and quickly shoved the 'whip' in his hand to Brother Zhou, and turned around innocently to face the sullen mother. My dear, holding up a pair of tender and tender little hands, he said sweetly, "I didn't play with the whip, look, there is nothing."