I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

When his hand was about to touch the top of Jiang Lao's hair, his arm collapsed and his back was hit by a sharp heavy object.

On the right back, the shoulder blade was tingling, like being stung by more than a dozen huge venomous bees at the same time.

Damn it.

Yang Xiuzhu curled his eyebrows and rubbed the painful right shoulder blade, only to feel a chill behind him.

Yang Xiuzhu turned around and looked back.

A dozen steps away, a long wall, with the blue shadow at the foot of the wall, was stretched very long by the noon sun.

The pale boy was sitting in a wheelchair and stepped in the shadow, with a faint scarlet at the corner of his eyes.

At the moment he met his gaze, the young man raised his eyebrows, and Junxiu's face showed a bit of unreserved look.

The expression is lightly mocking and full of provocation.

Yang Xiuzhu was able to determine who threw stones at him almost instantly.

My heart immediately burst into anger like hot oil

No more gentleness, he calmed his face, folded his hands, and walked straight forward.

If he doesn't breathe, it is estimated that everyone will have to laugh at him and call a handicapped person to be bullied.

But the boy looked at him as he walked, but there was no fear on his face.

It is not that the ignorant is fearless, but the lawless and unscrupulous that knows it will happen, but is not afraid of it.

It's just a handicapped person, what right do you have to be afraid of?

But seeing him suddenly, slightly tilted his head.

The fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled with a smile.

Yang Xiuzhuhuan didn't understand what this implied, aggressive smile was all about.

In the ear, there was a bang.

...

Yang Xiuzhu was stunned when he first saw that a person in a wheelchair would fall on the ground.

But for Jiang Lao, who had been blocked by Yang Xiuzhu, she only saw Rong Ming falling to the ground.

She didn't want to pay attention to Yang Xiuzhu, but kept her head down.

Until he heard the bang, he suddenly raised his head.

I saw the appearance of Rong Chen Lianren wearing a wheelchair and falling to the ground in an extremely embarrassing and distressing posture.

Just as she once imagined...

Knowing that his servant was useless, she kept worrying about who would take care of him.

But in the dream, he always hated the approach of others and had a stubborn temper. Even if his legs are not good at doing things, he can do everything by himself, and he doesn't want to leave another person's hand, and occasionally enslaves her, just to torture her.

In a dream, she accidentally ran into him several times and almost fell to the ground while leaning on a cane, which caused him to furious. King Yama was terrified at the sight of the shady bird's face sinking like water.

Knowing his resistance and aversion to the personal care of others, on the day Wang Zhou was captured, after he rejected his proposal to equip him with two personal servants, she never mentioned it again.

But in my heart, I will silently worry that he will fall and be injured.

The worries that had flashed in her mind now suddenly became substance, and she ran over with a swish, hurried to Yang Xiuzhu's, and arrived in front of Rong Chen.

The water in her eyes was shaking, full of worry, and she leaned over and asked him, "What's the matter with you?"

The unbridled smile that Rong Chao turned towards Yang Xiuzhu disappeared completely on his face when Jiang Lao noticed him.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But Jiang Lao thought about the scene when Yang Xiuzhu was walking toward her, his heart jumped, and he couldn't believe it. He turned to ask Yang Xiuzhu, "You pushed him?"

At that moment, there was a hen guarding her cub in her small body.

Yang Xiuzhu immediately denied, "It's not me!"

He looked at Rong Lu and waited for Rong Lu to say something, but he waited until he was **** silent!

Isn't this just letting Jiang Lao misunderstand?

Yang Xiuzhu pointed to Rong Ming's wheelchair, "It was his own wheelchair that broke."

Jiang Laohuan didn't quite believe it.

One is anxious to explain, the other still doesn't believe it.

Rong Ming sits and watches.

When he saw that Yang Xiuzhu was about to jump his feet in a hurry, he confirmed that Jiang Lao didn't trust Yang Xiuzhu much, and finally he faintly spoke out.

"The wheelchair is broken."

The wheelchair behind Rong Ming had a crack on his left arm rest, and the smaller half collapsed.

Yang Xiuzhu is so angry! Would he die if he said something earlier? He clearly wanted to make Jiang Lao misunderstand.

"It's really not me." Yang Xiuzhu was anxiously arguing, his tone was already full of confidence.

"Feel sorry."

Yang Xiuzhu was suddenly overjoyed and felt that he could take the opportunity to say a few more words with her, but Rong Ming spoke again.

"My leg hurts."

The boy hung his head and his voice was low.

His voice has always been low and hoarse, but at this moment, his voice is low and slow, and he appears very weak and weak.

With a faint sound, he took Jiang Lao's gaze over.

The three words made her feel that he had been wronged by a great deal, and she didn't care what Yang Xiuzhu was talking about. All her eyes turned to him, and she hurriedly called the maid, "Hurry up and find the doctor."

She wanted to pull him up, but was afraid of where he would fall, "Have you any fall pain?"

Rong Zhen dragged two of them to the ground

The waste leg on the upper leaning against the wall behind him, like a little clay figurine, his face was stained with gray, and his cheeks were bulging with gray.

He lowered his head, looked at his two legs in the shadow of the wall, and said nothing for a while.

He has never communicated with people normally since he was born, and he can't restrain the thorns on his body. Don't know how to show good to others. When I want to attract others’ likes, I don’t know what I need to do and what expressions I should have.

But now he saw deep worry and pity in her eyes.

It was as if she had only seen him many times before.

The appearance of him now makes 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, "My leg hurts."

Yang Xiuzhu's temple jumped twice.

If there is no, then there is no more. Why do you have to repeat his leg pain?

He has read so many books, and what he has learned is to teach him to be gentle and modest in dealing with others, so that people can feel like a spring breeze, so that they can be appreciated. I have never met someone like Rong Chen.

Yang Xiuzhu suddenly recognized who Rong Ming was.

——At the Spring Festival Lantern Festival, the disabled subordinate who had been maintained by Jiang Lao and had been following Jiang Lao. Now it seems to be in a weak and pitiful situation. Tiansha's weak and pitiful!

It was not an accident that he watched him break the wheelchair and fall off the wheelchair with his own eyes.

Man-made pity can only be called scheming.

He was a little annoyed, and said to Jiang Lao: "He is just pretending to be pitiful, don't believe him!"

On the night of the lantern festival, the mask on this disabled face was never taken off, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

Compare that with the wheelchair. It's exactly the same, except for the difference between intact and destroyed.

His eyes were frustrated, Jiang Lao turned his head to look at him, and his eyes were also displeased, "If there is nothing wrong with Young Master Yang, go home as soon as possible."

Clearly chase away orders.

When Yang Xiuzhu saw his words, she ignored his words and frowned her eyebrows for a moment, not knowing what to say.

He stared at the man who fell to the ground now, trying to find a flaw.

By the way, the boy who fell on the ground was pale in complexion, his body was long and thin, and his slumped and sickly appearance, coupled with his extremely beautiful face, was indeed easy to arouse sympathy.

But how can a real patient have the strength to break the wheelchair?

Even normal people don't do this.

This is a madman, a crippled madman.

"I watched him break the wheelchair and fell down." Yang Xiuzhu tried to show Jiang Lao what he saw, as it was, by telling it, but the more he explained, the more Jiang Lao looked at strange people. Look at him.

As if he was lying.

Yang Xiuzhu couldn't continue, his tone was a little messy, "You have to believe me."

Jiang Lao obviously didn't believe it very much. He didn't even listen to him. He kept looking around to see if the maid who had gone to the doctor had returned.

What Yang Xiuzhu said, she didn't hear a few words, it was all noise in her ears.

Buzzing buzzing buzzing...

Buzzing buzzing buzzing...

There are fewer flies than him.

It's so annoying.

Someone is injured, saving them is the most important thing.

Rong Chen has been observing Jiang Lao silently.

Seeing her looking forward to it, waiting for the maid to return, his eyes were 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 Lao glanced at him, his brows tightened, and he felt more pitiful, really pitiful.

Listening to his familiar tone, when his leg hurts, it is bound to happen more than once.

But the way he relieves the pain is to press it himself.

It's a pitiful day.

She was distressed, squatting next to him, and asked him softly, "Where are you going to sit? Can I help you there?"

The shadow cast by the girl covered his low face, "In the room."

Want to go to the house?

Jiang Lao responded, "Then go to my place."

Rong Zhao's expression fluctuated slightly because of his success, and he quickly returned to calm.

Yang Xiuzhu saw that Jiang Lao hadn't heard what he said, but he felt annoyed but didn't feel good about it.

I looked carefully, but I also began to feel that the young man who ridiculed him and sneered at him was completely different from the well-behaved and sickly in front of him, and he did not look 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 Lao, and said softly, "Let me help him."

Jiang Lao looked up at him.

Sure enough, the ignorant is fearless.

She likes and is accustomed to the boy's obedient appearance now, but she hasn't forgotten how his personality will collapse when he grows up if she annoys him.

So although she is much more comfortable now, she is mostly cautious when he changes.

"Young Master Yang doesn't have to intervene." Jiang Lao motioned to him to look at the left, "Sister Ling is already waiting, Young Master Yang, let's go home with her quickly."

She pointed to him a way to die.

However, 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 shouted Jiang Lao, who was facing her back, and when she turned around, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand again.

When she ran, the dead leaves on top of her head had fallen.

But he has another way.

"Your hair is topped with fallen leaves."

He thought that his thoughtful action would highlight the height of his posture, but this time, as soon as her hand reached mid-air, she took a step back.

And his wrist was throbbing with a stone.

There was no fourth person present. He wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at Rong Ming, his fingers twitched and opened due to the pain of his hand muscle being hit, and the fallen leaves he held inside fell down...

Jiang Lao saw it.

She was so bored with her eyes that she really didn't like this romantic method. "The little girl is really worried about what outrageous behaviors you will have in the future. Men and women will not kiss each other, and we will never see you again in the future."

Yang Xiuzhu covered his wrists, with cold sweat on his face, so painful that he couldn't say a word.

But he could only watch Jiang Lao help the disabled young man to leave.

Although the young boy was close to her, most of his body's weight seemed to be pressing on her side.

If the male and female give or receive the unmarried person, did you change the person?

Yang Xiuzhu warned herself not to think like this. She was too pitiful to change her hand, she was about to learn to obey the etiquette, not to mention that the handicapped was indeed too pitiful.

He felt pitiful even when he looked at it.

Yang Xiuzhu was thinking, but he raised his eyes to see the young man looking back.

The eyebrows were pointed straight, and the corners of the lips were lightly curled with a smile, and it was the look of a lawless bastard.

The provocative look when I first saw him.

Only this time was mixed with a thick warning and a little bit of pride.

——Don't move my things.

——My things, if you want to move, you can't move it.

Yang Xiuzhu held down and changed his trembling hand.

He thought of the young man's look, and then looked at the back of them leading away.

When the two stand together, they automatically separate the others from the same atmosphere.

He finally understood something.

Yang Xiuzhu almost had the urge to curse!

This guy!

He had never seen such a man.

Poorer than those women who have the means to change dresses!

...

When walking towards Yang Qi'an, Yang Qi'an enthusiastically asked Yang Xiuzhu, "Brother, did she accept your apology?"

She took care of herself and said very excitedly: "I just thought today that I found someone who matches my eldest brother. Don't my eldest brother think?"

"Her house is so beautiful,

The change is just a temporary mansion. I don't know how many places there are in various places. Brother, if the wife of the family background is betrothed to you, the road for your officials will only be smooth in the future. "

Yang Qi'an became more narcissistic and indulged in the illusion that is completely impossible.

Yang Qi'an felt the infinite sadness and sadness in his heart.

Yang Qi'an said more and more, and Yang Xiuzhu finally said coldly, "It's impossible."

Yang Qi'an was taken aback, "What?"

Yang Xiuzhu said: "Please. It's not just about asking. Nowadays, it's impossible to even visit."

Yang Qi'an frowned, "Why, if her family is not rich, I don't think she is worthy of brother..."

"It's not because of you!" Yang Xiuzhu finally broke out, shouting loudly, "It's all you, stupid!"

"Don't bother me anymore!" He gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

Walked out for two steps, but looked back and looked 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 house looked like a big family, but in fact the master of the family had no official position, and he had been wandering leisurely for more than ten years. I thought to myself that no matter how strong her family was, she couldn't compare to his uncle who was an official in the court.

But I came here, looking at the cost and furnishings of her house, I was afraid that he would not be able to compare with ten more uncles.

I thought it was a happy marriage in which he drew on his heels and pursued patiently, so that he would be able to see the moonlight.

But who knows, he actually climbed high.

Yang Xiuzhu's heart is very uncomfortable. He has always been the best and most talented person in his family. He has never climbed anyone.

She also said today that it would be nice not to see each other again in the future, and he will go over with a cheeky, he can't ask for anything he wants, just like a joke.

Give up, he thought.

But he didn't put it down at all. On the contrary, I felt angry, unwilling and angry.

Behind him, there was a sound of strong footsteps.

Yang Xiuzhu thought it was Yang Qi'an who was catching up, and was about to say "Go away" impatiently, but listened to a childish voice, "Brother Yang."

Jiang Jinxing stepped on a pair of tiger-toed shoes and ran to him, reaching out, "Tang Tang."

Yang Xiuzhu's eyebrows gathered.

He asked him to call out his sister just now, because he agreed to give him candy.

He forgot.

But they have already given up, what's the point of pleasing him.

He didn’t care about the few candies. He threw the candies into his arms and left. However, Jiang Jinxing’s two small steps in tiger-toed shoes drove him up. He was very self-familiar. Sugar was in his palm, "Brother Yang half."

Yang Xiuzhu frowned, Jiang Jinxing finished him

Whatever I wanted to do, I ran away happily.

Jiang Jinxing has always wanted an older brother.

Sister is fine, but Sister can't fight.

But the elder brother is tall and strong, and when standing next to him, others are afraid that he will respect him.

In this way, there is no need to fight, and other children have to think he is the best.

Brother Yang is very good here, and other kids know his name.

After they have a good relationship, he will not be afraid that he will not be able to fight others in a fight.

Jiang Xiaobawang was very proud, stepping on two tiger-toed shoes, walking tigers and tigers alive.

...

After passing the Chuihuamen and crossing the corridor, Jiang Lao was already sweating on her face when Rong Zhao was taken to the outside of her yard.

It's not tired.

She thought it would be tiring to drag someone taller than her to walk, but who knew it would be easy to walk with him.

I think he is too light, not much weight at all.

Such a tall person is so light, probably because he takes a lot of medicine and eats so much that he abruptly loses weight.

pitful.

She carefully helped him to sit down on the couch, but saw that he was breathing tight and his face flushed badly.

Although Jiang Lao had tried her best to move his weight to her side, she also knew that even if she supported her, it would not be easy for him to walk these hundreds of steps, so she asked anxiously, "Did your legs start to hurt? ?"

Rong Ming tightened his lips and shook his head.

"Then I will go out to see if the maid who called the doctor has returned."

"Yeah." Rong Ming's voice seemed to be muffled under the water, and it looked hazy and unreal, somewhat unnaturally suppressed.

After Jiang Lao turned around, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at her back, his eyes darkened.

Only when he got closer did he realize that there was a light fragrance on her.

The concubines in the palace were vying for beauty and each wanted to compete in front of the emperor and get a variety of perfumes and perfumes. He stayed in it for a long time and was only bored with the scent of powder on the woman's body.

No amount of perfume can hide the greed and calculation in their hearts.

But the scent on her body is different, like the scent left after a bath, a faint fragrance.

Rong Ming covered his eyes with embarrassment.

It was just so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and the scent of the fragrance that he had to be close enough to smell was enough to make him feel happy.

Along the way, my heart is itchy.

At this time Jiang Lao came back.

Rong Ming immediately adjusted his posture.

Jiang Lao said to him: "The doctor will come back in a while. You sit and rest first. If it hurts, please tell me."

Rong Ming nodded obediently.

He suddenly raised his eyes and asked her, "Where is your brother?"

Jiang Lao supported his forehead.

Simply helpless.

Shicai went out and asked the maid where her brother had gone.

But after learning that her brother was helping Yang Xiuzhu to call her out, he chased after Yang Xiuzhu who had left, and went to look for Yang Xiuzhu.

what happened.

How did her brother start to help outsiders.

Oh such a brother.

Every day, besides holding a small bowl and eating several bowls of her family's rice, what can you expect from him?

Throw it away.

She said to Rong Chen, "He went out to find a friend."

Rong Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is it going to find the person who spoke to you just now?"

Jiang Lao nodded.

She has nothing to do now, she just wants to have a good talk with him after Jiang Jinxing comes back.

The younger brother is a little younger, and he is really simple to deceive.

Gotta teach.

Otherwise, when you grow up, you can do things for others so easily, and you might be used by others.

Jiang Lao felt a little worried because he knew that the Jiang family would be ransacked and become dilapidated in his dream.

Rong Ming's face darkened slightly.

He judged a fact in the short change of her expression.

Her brother is a very important person to her.

Someone who can make her worry about her.

But the little fat man didn't like him.

He doesn't like him either.

Rong Ming tensed his fingers.

If you let those who would make her worry about her completely disappear...

He clenched his molars, and these secret thoughts were a bit raging together.

But at the same time, his head was aching, and the pain was so painful that he could no longer think about it. The idea of ​​destroying someone died down, like the ebb and flow of the tide, subsided.

Rong Zhen's face returned to normal, and he said calmly: "Last time, I seemed to annoy him."

Jiang Lao knew that he was saying that he didn't give Wumei to her brother last time, and smiled, "What you did is right."

"My brother recently changed his teeth. He hasn't asked him to eat sugar for half a month. He is a bit addicted to sugar, and one of his front teeth is rotted. After a new tooth, he can't ask him to eat so much sugar."

"I'm here today for this." Rong Chen pushed a square paper bag forward. "I asked the doctor. There is not much sugar in this kind of almond pastry. it's OK."

This, this, this...

Jiang Lao was flattered.

If he only gave her things, it was like repaying her.

But giving things to Jiang Jinxing, it seems, because she felt that she didn’t give sweets last time, which made her brother unhappy...

When he grows up, he should have been aloof.

No one in the world.

He is the only person in the world, arbitrarily and arbitrarily, and he doesn't care what others think.

She actually led a child who was going to be crooked to the right path.

Kind of, powerful.

She asked the maid to pick up the square paper bags and said to Rong Chen, "Thank you."

Rong Ming looked at the emotions on her face carefully, but there was no disturbance in her pupils.

When he swept his gaze to an object on the table next to the window, he narrowed his eyes lightly.

It is an unfinished piece of embroidery.

He squinted for a while and asked, "Did you embroider?"

"what?"

Jiang Lao followed his gaze, and immediately stood up in disarray, rushed to the table, stuffed the embroidered cloth 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 find a bit of face for myself, "It's just embroidering at will, not too hard."

Rong Chen found with great difficulty that for the first time a shy expression appeared on her face.

In his impression, the veils are all girls, embroidered with things for lovers.

This is especially true for women in the palace.

But he just saw the pattern on her embroidered cloth, which looked like bamboo.

Although only half of it was embroidered, the outlines are already formed.

He remembered that there was also a bamboo character in the name of Young Master Yang just now.

Rong Zhen started to have a headache again.

It was just an unimplemented guess that made him very unbearable.

"Can I see it?" he asked.

Jiang Lao was very embarrassed.

The ugly things she made are really invisible!

But she thought about it, he was a boy, maybe he couldn't tell whether the embroidery was good or bad, and she couldn't think of other reasons to refuse, she pulled out the desk drawer and showed him the embroidered cloth.

It really is bamboo.

Rong Ming's fingers were slightly tight.

If this is something she wants to give to others.

He really wanted to ruin it.

If it is ruined, she can't give it to others.

Unconsciously, his fingers pinched the edge and began to exert force.

Jiang Lao was aside, seeing his brows furrowed, he was very shameless.

Although her embroidery is not beautiful enough, it is not difficult to see the frown of the viewer!

She doesn't want face, Aqiao, the best embroiderer in the mansion, wants face in exchange.

"You can change it to me." She stretched out her hand, "I need to continue embroidering. I have been embroidering for a long time, and now I have to change the last point."

She was dissatisfied with the disgust in his eyes and mumbled, "I embroidered it with my heart. It took a long time to embroider."

Embroidered

Long.

Embroidered with heart.

Rong Ming's desire for destruction went out of control to the edge of the cliff.

Que Lema stopped.

The things she embroidered with her heart shouldn't be ruined.

Just destroy the person she wants to give this.

He put the embroidered cloth back into Jiang Lao's hands, Jiang Lao took a look at it himself, and felt that the things she embroidered had also changed lines, so I could see it.

After all, Ah Qiao's craftsmanship is the foundation.

"Is this really ugly?" She couldn't help asking, "If it's too ugly, my dad won't let me out of the house."

The bloodthirsty thought changed to the madly growing Rong Ming in his mind for a moment.

"Um?"

"My dad asked me to practice embroidery before I could go out." Jiang Lao complained, "So I haven't been looking for you in these two days. I am busy embroidering things so that my dad will allow me to go out."

Rong Ming: "..."

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

When he raised his eyes again, he said to Jiang Lao: "Bring me your needle and thread."

...

When Jiang Lao looked at the embroidered cloth that had been embroidered in just half an hour, he only felt ashamed of his face.

It's true that her father said she didn't look like a girl.

Even the last bit of needlework he added was better than what she could see to the naked eye!

She frowned and frowned, "How can you needlework?"

Sometimes her gaze scans his hand, not like a pampered hand, the back of the hand is full of scars, and the palm of the hand is thick with calluses.

But the appearance of threading a needle just now, he was not so proficient as to do this kind of thing for the first time.

Although the stitches are not as strong as those embroidered women in the mansion, they are at least stronger than her, and the embroidered thread is stronger.

"No one sews clothes for me, I will do it myself."

The new clothes handed out by the Ministry of Internal Affairs were always something he could not afford. At most, on New Year's Day, the queen would show him that Emperor Zhaowu had taken good care of him, and would ask the palace maid 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 looked at his children.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, his only qualifications to wear new clothes disappeared. At other times, the old clothes were worn for many years. He changed the big and small, stitched and repaired himself, and lasted year after year.

At this time, children with mothers are always envied.

Someone asked him to be hungry and cold.

Someone cares about his warmth.

...

This is the first time Jiang Lao heard him talk about his past.

There weren't many words, but the expression on her face instantly became sad.

Rong Zhen curled up his bruised fingers and said, "If you are worried about this kind of simple needlework in the future, I can continue to help you."

Jiang Lao shook his head, "No."

She suddenly wanted to practice her needlework.

No one sews clothes for him, he will do it himself.

This sounded too pitiful.

At a young age, her brother was busy turning his elbow out, and he had learned everything.

She then remembered the little man hiding behind the tree, looking at others eagerly.

Make people want to give him everything, all he wants.

...

The doctor gave Rong Chen a doctor and said that he was okay, so Jiang Lao was relieved.

She wanted to find a carpenter directly and then make him a wheelchair, but Rong Ming said he could fix it himself.

Sure enough, he is a child who grew up entirely on his own, and he can do everything.

After Rong Ming was gone, Jiang Lao went to A Qiao again and made a new design. The look of embroidering actively made Jiang Siye feel relieved and heartbroken.

How much I want to go out to find the stinky boy in the west of the city, he has learned to find something to embroider by himself.

The old father felt extremely sad.

...

In the evening, the family ate around the dining table.

Jiang Jinxing's seat is empty.

He is often the one who goes out to play crazy and doesn't go home, and doesn't return when it comes to eating.

Siye Jiang felt that his son was exactly the same as he was when he was a child. When he grows up and becomes sensible, he will naturally be better, and he doesn't want to control him much.

Jiang Qin always disagrees with him on this matter, and he is reluctant to just indulge Jiang Jinxing.

After all, this is the only son of their Jiang family. If they don't understand the rules, how can they support the whole Jiang family in the end?

This kind of disagreement.

In the end, Siye Jiang listened to Jiang Qin's family.

Seeing that his wife was unhappy, he immediately called the maid out to find someone. Within half an hour, more than one maid came back. The one he sent out came back with Jiang Jinxing who was supposed to be with Jiang Jinxing.

The two look at the same anxiety, "Master Madam, Young Master, he is going to fight again."

Siye Jiang didn't react much to the daily meal. He just wanted to know if it was his son's fault. If it was, let him admit his mistake. If he didn't, it would take a look at winning or losing. If he lost, he had to ask Master Wu to teach him some kung fu.

Until the two maids said, "The young master didn't fight with someone about his age this time. It was on the west side of the city, surrounded by a group of beggars and ripped off!"

"This is how the same thing?"

Siye Jiang wanted to ask, but Jiang Qin was so anxious that he stood up, "Don't ask first, let someone go and rescue the young master!"

...

West of the city.

Jiang Jinxing looked at the beggars who were gradually approaching him, looking at the little fat man who was soft and not tall. At first, he changed his waist and straightened his back. Later, the people waiting for the family did not change. Come, scared to cry.

At most four servants followed him. Today there were only two, a maid and a book boy. The maid went home to report the letter. The book boy was scared away when he saw the Wuyangyang 20 or 30 beggars surrounding him.

Jiang Jinxing was the only one who was brave enough to hold a stick of incense. After the stick of incense, he also began to tremble with fright.

A person next to the lead beggar said: "Boss, it's this kid who beat up our little brother with the family two days ago."

Although Jiang Jinxing was beginning to be scared, his spine made him hold on, "It was the beggar who robbed me of my purse first!"

Huoya, talking for a leak, his aura was reduced by half in an instant.

Just now the beggar laughed mockingly and looked at Jiang Jinxing’s round little blessed jacket, “This kid is a treasure all over, just the purse, and the jade pendant in it has been changed for three hundred taels of silver. People have been playing for a few days without getting out of bed, so they have to get him some medicine money. But he was caught alone."

When there were beggars out there, the Jiang family came and they ran away. Anyway, this is a foreigner. He didn't stay long in Yecheng. He made a fortune. He stayed away for a few months and then came back. The limelight passed.

Talking about a pair of dirty hands, he was going to grab the bracelet on Jiang Jinxing's wrist.

Jiang Jinxing was not as tall as the beggar, and he was so scared that he shivered and hid back. At this moment, he saw a person out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes lit up instantly, "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xiuzhu had just returned from the academy. After passing by, Jiang Jinxing saw him and beckoned excitedly.

Someone can save him!

He avoided the hands of those beggars who came to cover his mouth, and shouted a few times, "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xiuzhu finally saw him.

Jiang Jinxing was so happy that he was saved!

He shouted, "Come and save me! Brother Yang!"

Yang Xiuzhu's steps stopped in place.

Those beggars are also afraid of things. Yang Xiuzhu is different from this little outsider. He can recognize who they are by seeing their faces. He screamed, "Unlucky."

"Fatty fish ran away." They said, shaking their heads and scattered.

But at this moment, the peaks turned.

Yang Xiuzhu squinted his eyes for a while, then turned around and left.