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

The right side of my back and shoulder blade felt stinging, as if a dozen huge poisonous bees had stung me at the same time.

Damn it.

Yang Xiuzhu frowned, rubbed his right shoulder blade which was in so much pain that he couldn't move it, and felt a chill behind him.

Yang Xiuzhu turned around and looked back.

A dozen steps away, there is a long wall. The green shadow at the foot of the wall is stretched very long by the midday sun.

The pale boy sat in a wheelchair, stepping into the shadow, with a hint of scarlet in the corners of his eyes.

The moment he met his gaze, the young man raised his eyebrows, and a hint of recklessness appeared on his handsome face.

His expression was slightly sarcastic and full of provocation.

Yang Xiuzhu could almost immediately determine who threw the stone at him.

My heart immediately surged with anger as if it were poured with hot oil.

He was no longer gentle, his face was sullen, his hands were behind his back, and he walked straight forward.

If he didn't vent his anger, everyone would probably laugh at him for being bullied by a disabled person.

But the young man looked at him approaching without showing any fear on his face.

It's not that the ignorant are fearless, but that they are lawless and reckless even though they know it will happen and are not afraid.

I'm just a cripple, what right do I have to be afraid?

But suddenly, he tilted his head slightly.

His fox-like eyes narrowed slightly and his lips curled into a smile.

Yang Xiuzhu didn't understand what this sharp and aggressive smile meant.

There was a loud bang in my ears.

…

It was the first time that Yang Xiuzhu saw a person sitting in a wheelchair fall flat on his face, and he was stunned.

But for Jiang Rao, whose view was blocked by Yang Xiuzhu, she only saw Rong Ting falling to the ground.

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

Until I heard the loud noise and looked up suddenly.

Then they saw Rong Ting falling to the ground with his wheelchair in an extremely embarrassing and pitiful posture.

Just as she had imagined...

After knowing that his servants were useless, she had been worrying about who would take care of him.

But in the dream, he always hated others approaching him and had a stubborn temper. Even though her legs are not good for walking, she can do everything by herself, so she does it by herself. She is unwilling to rely on others for help. She occasionally enslaves her just to torture her.

In her dream, she accidentally saw him several times almost falling to the ground while leaning on his crutches, which made him furious. That sinister and gloomy look would scare even the King of Hell.

She was well aware of his resistance and disgust towards personal care from others. After he rejected the proposal to give him two personal servants on the day Wang Zhou was captured, she never mentioned the issue again.

But in my heart I was worried that he might fall and get hurt.

The worry that had flashed through her mind suddenly became a reality. She ran over in a flash, getting ahead of Yang Xiuzhu and arriving in front of Rong Ting.

Her eyes were filled with worry and she leaned over to ask him, "What's wrong with you?"

The unbridled smile that Rong Ting had towards 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 of Yang Xiuzhu walking towards her just now, and her heart skipped a beat. She turned around and asked Yang Xiuzhu, "Did you push him?"

At that moment, her small body looked like a hen protecting her chicks.

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

He looked at Rong Ting, waiting for him to say something, but he damn well didn't say a word!

Isn't this just allowing Jiang Rao to misunderstand?

Yang Xiuzhu pointed at Rong Ting's wheelchair and said, "It was his wheelchair that broke down."

Jiang Rao seemed to be unconvinced.

One person was anxious to explain, but the other person still didn't believe it.

Rong Ting sat and watched.

After seeing that Yang Xiuzhu was so anxious that he was about to jump up and down, and confirming that Jiang Rao didn't have much trust in Yang Xiuzhu, he finally spoke lightly.

"The wheelchair is broken."

The wheelchair behind Rong Ting had a crack on its left armrest, and half of it collapsed.

Yang Xiuzhu was almost mad with anger! Would he have died if he had said something earlier? It was obvious that he wanted to cause Jiang Rao to misunderstand.

"It really wasn't me." Yang Xiuzhu defended himself anxiously, his tone full of confidence.

"Feel sorry."

Yang Xiuzhu suddenly felt happy, thinking that he could take this opportunity to talk to her a few more times, but Rong Ting spoke again.

"My legs hurt."

The boy lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

His voice has always been low and hoarse, but at this moment, his voice was low and slow, and he seemed very weak and a little soft.

With a faint voice, he drew Jiang Rao's attention over there.

These three words made her feel that he had suffered a great injustice. She didn't care what Yang Xiuzhu said at all. She turned her eyes to him and hurriedly called the maid, "Go find a doctor quickly."

She wanted to pull him up, but was afraid that he might fall. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Rong Ting dragged two long legs to the ground

He was leaning against the wall behind him with his broken leg on his back, like a little clay figure, his face was covered with dust and his cheeks were gray.

He lowered his head, looking at his legs in the shadow of the wall, and didn't speak for a long time.

He has never had a normal relationship with others since he was born, and he cannot get rid of the thorns on his body. Don’t know how to be nice to others. When I want to be liked by others, I don’t know what I should do or what expression I should have.

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

Just as she had looked at him so many times before.

The way he looked now probably made her feel pity for him.

He wanted her to pity him.

He continued with his current expression as he faced her.

"No more." The voice was very obedient, "Just the pain in my legs."

Yang Xiuzhu's temple throbbed twice.

If it’s gone, it’s gone. Why do I have to repeat that his legs hurt?

He has read so many books, and all he learned is to treat people gently and modestly, making people feel warm and at ease, which makes people appreciate him. I have never met anyone like Rong Ting.

At this moment, Yang Xiuzhu suddenly recognized who Rong Ting was.

——The disabled servant who had been following Jiang Rao at the Spring Lantern Festival and whom Jiang Rao had defended. Now it seems that he is in a weak and pitiful situation. Tiansha is so weak and pitiful!

He saw with his own eyes that he broke his wheelchair and fell off it. It was not an accident.

Artificial pity can only be called scheming.

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

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the disabled man never took off the mask on his face, which was why he didn't recognize him at first.

Compare it with the wheelchair, they are exactly the same, the only difference is one is intact and the other is damaged.

There was anger in his eyes. Jiang Rao turned her head to look at him, and there was also displeasure in her eyes, "Young Master Yang, if you have nothing to do, please go home as soon as possible."

A clear order to expel you.

Seeing that she ignored his words, Yang Xiuzhu frowned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

He stared at the man who was now lying on the ground, trying to find any flaws.

But the young man lying on the ground had a pale complexion, a tall but thin body, and a decadent and sickly appearance. Coupled with his extremely handsome face, it was indeed easy to arouse sympathy.

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

Even normal people wouldn't do that.

This is a madman, a crippled madman.

"I saw with my own eyes that he broke the wheelchair and fell down." Yang Xiuzhu tried to restore to Jiang Rao what he saw exactly through narration, but the more he explained, the more Jiang Rao looked at him as if he were a weirdo.

As if he was lying.

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

Jiang Rao obviously didn't believe it and wasn't even listening to him. She kept looking around to see if the maid who went to find the doctor had returned.

She didn't hear a few words Yang Xiuzhu said. All she heard was noise.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

Even a fly talks less than he does.

It's so annoying.

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

Rong Ting had been observing Jiang Rao silently.

Seeing her eagerly waiting for the maid to come back, his eyes dimmed and he said, "No need to wait for the doctor."

He said, "Just find a place to sit and press it."

Jiang Rao glanced at him, her brows furrowed, and she felt more and more that he was pitiful, really pitiful.

Judging from his familiar tone, his legs must have hurt more than once.

But his way of relieving the pain was to press it himself.

God have pity on you.

She felt distressed, squatted beside him, and asked him softly, "Where are you going to sit? Can I help you over there?"

The shadow cast by the girl covered his lowered face. "In the house."

Want to go inside?

Jiang Rao agreed, "Then come to my place."

Rong Ting's expression fluctuated slightly due to his success, but he quickly returned to calm.

Seeing that Jiang Rao didn't listen to what he said, Yang Xiuzhu felt annoyed but couldn't show it.

After taking a closer look, he began to feel that the boy who had sneered at him was completely different from the well-behaved and sickly boy in front of him. They were not the same 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.

It is true that ignorance is fearless.

She likes and is used to the boy's well-behaved appearance now, but she has not forgotten how his personality will be distorted when he grows up if she annoys him.

So although she is much more comfortable now, she is still very cautious when it comes to him changing.

"Young Master Yang, there is no need to intervene." Jiang Rao motioned him to look to the left. "Your sister is already waiting. Young Master Yang, please hurry and go home with her."

She was pointing him to a path to rebirth.

However, Yang Xiuzhu heard her strong rejection of him from her words. He originally wanted to just say one sentence and leave, but now he has said so much. He is unwilling to accept 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 extended his hand again.

When she was running just now, the dead leaves above her head had already fallen.

But he had another way.

"Your hair is stained with fallen leaves."

He thought that this would be a thoughtful gesture that would also highlight his tall stature, but this time, just as his hand was halfway in the air, she took a step back.

His wrist was throbbing from being hit by 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 the tendons being hit. The fallen leaves he was holding slowly fell down...

Jiang Rao saw it.

She looked extremely annoyed, and really disdained this kind of playboy trick. "I am really worried that you will do something out of line in the future. Men and women should not be intimate with each other. Let's not meet again in the future."

Yang Xiuzhu covered his wrist with his hands, cold sweat broke out on his face, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word.

But he could only watch Jiang Rao helping the disabled boy leave.

Although the young boy was nearly a head taller than her, most of his body weight seemed to be on her side.

Men and women should not touch each other, so it turns out that they are different people?

Yang Xiuzhu warned herself not to think like that. She was not yet of marriageable age and it was time for her to learn to observe etiquette. Moreover, the disabled man was indeed too pitiful.

Even he felt pity for her.

Yang Xiuzhu was just thinking about it when he looked up and saw the young man looking back.

His eyebrows were raised straight, and there was a slight smile on the corners of his lips, giving him that lawless and reckless look.

That provocative look when I first saw him.

But this time it was mixed with a strong warning and a bit of complacency.

——Don’t touch my things.

——You can’t touch my things even if you want to.

Yang Xiuzhu held down his trembling hands.

He thought about the boy's expression, and then looked at their backs as they left together.

When two people stand together, they automatically separate others from each other with the same atmosphere.

He finally understood something.

Yang Xiuzhu almost had the urge to curse!

This guy!

He had never seen such a man.

Better than those resourceful women who pretend to be pitiful!

…

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

She was talking to herself, very excitedly: "Today I feel that I have found someone who matches me, big brother. Don't you think so?"

"Her house is so beautiful.

It's just a temporary residence, and there are so many of them in various places. Brother, if a wife with such a family background is betrothed to you, your path to an official position will be smoother in the future. ”

The more Yang Qian'an indulged himself, the more he indulged in completely impossible fantasies.

The more Yang Qian felt, the more sad and desolate he felt in his heart.

Yang Qi'an kept talking, and Yang Xiuzhu finally said in a cold voice, "It's impossible."

Yang Qi'an was stunned, "What?"

Yang Xiuzhu said: "Propose marriage. Not only propose marriage, but now, even visiting is impossible."

Yang Qian frowned, "Why? If her family wasn't rich, I would think she was not worthy of me..."

"It's not because of you!" Yang Xiuzhu finally exploded and shouted, "It's all because of you, you are so stupid!"

"Stop bothering me!" he gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

After taking two steps out, he turned back and looked at Yang Qian 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 looked like a wealthy family, but in fact the master of the family had no official position and had been traveling leisurely for more than ten years. He thought to himself that no matter how powerful her family background was, it could not compare to that of her uncle who was an official in the court.

But after coming here and seeing the expenses and furnishings of her house, he was afraid that even if he had ten more uncles, they could not compare to it.

Originally thought that it was a happy marriage that he would eventually see the light of day if he humbled himself and pursued her patiently.

But who knew that he was actually marrying above his station.

Yang Xiuzhu felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He had always been the one with the best family background and the greatest talent, so he had never tried to marry up with anyone.

She also said today that it would be better if they never met again. If he shamelessly went to her again, he would not get what he wanted, which would be like a joke.

Give up, he thought.

But he didn't let it go at all. Instead, I felt angry, unwilling and annoyed.

There was a sound of footsteps behind me.

Yang Xiuzhu thought it was Yang Qian who caught up with him. Just as he was about to impatiently tell him to get lost, he heard a childish voice, "Brother Yang."

Jiang Jinxing, wearing a pair of tiger-head shoes, ran up to him and stretched out his hand for something, "Tangtang."

Yang Xiuzhu frowned.

Just now he asked him to call his sister out and promised to give him candy.

He forgot.

But I have already given up. What's the point in trying to please him?

He didn't care about the candies, so he threw them into his arms and left. However, Jiang Jinxing came up to him with two small steps in tiger-head shoes. He was very familiar with them and put half of the candies into his palm, "Give half to Brother Yang."

Yang Xiuzhu frowned, and Jiang Jinxing completed his

Whatever I wanted to do, I ran away happily.

Jiang Jinxing has always wanted a brother.

Sister is very nice, but she can’t fight.

But his elder brother was tall and strong, and when people stood next to him, they were afraid of him and respected him.

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

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

They have a good relationship, so he won't be afraid of losing to others in a fight anymore.

Jiang Xiaoba Wang was full of pride and walked with great vigor in his tiger-head shoes.

…

After passing through the hanging flower gate and the corridor, when Jiang Rao brought Rong Ting to the outer room of her courtyard, sweat was already breaking out on her face.

Not tired at all.

She thought it would be tiring to drag a person taller than her, but she found it so easy to support him while walking.

I guess he is too light and has no weight at all.

He is so tall but so light. It is probably because he takes too many medicines and forces himself to lose weight.

Pitiful.

She carefully helped him sit down on the couch, but saw that his breathing was strained and his face was very red.

Although Jiang Rao had tried her best to shift his weight to her side, she also knew that it would not be easy for him to walk these hundreds of steps even with her support, so she asked anxiously, "Is your leg starting to hurt?"

Rong Ting pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Then I'll go out and see if the maid who went to call the doctor has returned."

“Hmm.” Rong Ting’s voice seemed to be muffled underwater. It sounded hazy and unreal, with a bit of unnatural repression.

After Jiang Rao turned around, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at her back, with a dark look in his eyes.

Only when he got closer did he notice a faint fragrance on her.

The concubines in the palace were vying with each other for beauty, each wanting to outdo the emperor, and they brought in all kinds of spices and perfumes. He had been among them for a long time and was annoyed by the smell of makeup on women.

No matter how strong the perfume is, it cannot hide the greed and calculation in their hearts.

But the scent on her body was different, like the smell left after a bath, a light and refreshing fragrance.

Rong Ting covered his eyes in embarrassment.

The fragrance was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, and one had to get close enough to smell it, but it was enough to make him distracted.

Along the way, I felt itchy in my heart.

At this time Jiang Rao came back.

Rong Ting immediately straightened his sitting posture.

Jiang Rao said to him, "The doctor will be here in a while. Sit down and take a rest first. If you feel any pain, tell me."

Rong Ting nodded obediently.

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

Jiang Rao held her forehead with her hand.

It's so helpless.

Just now she went out and asked the maid where her brother was.

However, she found out that after her brother helped Yang Xiuzhu to call her out, he chased after Yang Xiuzhu and went to find Yang Xiuzhu.

What's going on.

Why did her brother start helping outsiders?

Oh, such a younger brother.

What else can you expect from him except eating several bowls of her family's rice in a small bowl every day?

Just throw it away.

She said to Rong Ting, "He went out to meet his friends."

Rong Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you going to find the person who just talked to you?"

Jiang Rao nodded.

She had no choice now and just wanted to wait for Jiang Jinxing to come back and have a good talk with him.

My younger brother is a little young and is indeed naive and easy to deceive.

Need to be taught.

Otherwise, if you help others so easily when you grow up, you might be taken advantage of.

Jiang Rao couldn't help but feel worried because she knew that in her dream, the Jiang family would be confiscated and become ruined.

Rong Ting's face darkened slightly.

He judged a fact from her brief change of expression.

Her brother is a very important person to her.

Someone who can make her worry.

But the fat boy didn't like him.

He doesn't like him either.

Rong Ting tightened his fingers.

If those people who made her worry about him were to disappear completely...

He clenched his back teeth, and this secret thought came to him with a violent momentum.

But at the same time, his head was aching slightly, so painful that he couldn't think any further. The thought of destroying someone died down and receded like the ebbing tide.

Rong Ting's expression returned to normal, and he said calmly, "Last time, I seem to have made him angry."

Jiang Rao knew he was talking about the last time he didn't give Wumei to her brother, so she smiled and said, "You did the right thing."

"My brother has recently changed his teeth, and I haven't let him eat sweets for half a month. He is a bit addicted to sweets, and one of his front teeth has rotted away. Now that he has a new tooth, I can't let him eat so much sweets anymore."

"I came here today for this." Rong Ting pushed a square paper bag forward, "I asked the doctor, this almond biscuit doesn't have too much sugar, so it's okay for children who are teething to eat it."

This, this, this…

Jiang Rao was flattered.

If he just gave her something, it would be like repaying her.

But she gave Jiang Jinxing something, apparently because she felt that she had made her brother unhappy by not giving him candy last time...

He should have been high and mighty when he grew up.

There is no one in the room.

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

She actually guided a child who was about to go astray onto the right path.

A bit, quite impressive.

She asked the maid to take the square paper bag and said to Rong Ting, "Thank you very much."

Rong Ting carefully observed the emotions on her face, but there was no disturbance in his pupils.

When his eyes fell on something on the table by the window, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It is an unfinished embroidery.

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

"ah?"

Jiang Rao followed his gaze and immediately stood up in a panic, rushed to the table, and stuffed the embroidered cloth into the drawer.

This ugly thing cannot be shown to anyone.

She came back with her head down and said slowly, "I embroidered it."

Trying to save some face, she said, "It's just some casual embroidery, I didn't put too much effort into it."

Rong Ting discovered with great difficulty that for the first time, a shy expression appeared on her face.

In his impression, handkerchiefs were something girls embroidered as gifts to their lovers.

Most of the women in the palace are like this.

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

Although only half of it is embroidered, the outline has been formed.

He remembered that there was also a word "bamboo" in the name of Mr. Yang.

Rong Ting started to have a headache again.

It was just a guess that had not yet been confirmed, but it was very unbearable for him.

"Can I see it?" he asked.

Jiang Rao was in great difficulty.

The ugly things she made are really unbearable to be seen in public!

But she thought about it and realized that since he was a boy, he probably couldn't tell the quality of the embroidery work. She couldn't think of any other reason to refuse, so she opened the drawer and took out the embroidered cloth to show him.

It is indeed bamboo.

Rong Ting's fingers tensed slightly.

If this is something she wants to give to others.

He wanted to destroy it.

If she is destroyed, she won't be able to give it to anyone else.

Unconsciously, my fingers began to pinch the edge and apply force.

Jiang Rao was standing aside, and seeing him frowning, she felt very embarrassed.

Although her embroidery was not beautiful enough, it was not so ugly that it would make people frown!

She doesn't care about face, but Aqiao, the best embroiderer in the mansion, cares about face.

"Give it to me." She held out her hand. "I need to continue embroidering. I've been embroidering for a long time, and now I just need to change the last bit."

She was dissatisfied with the disdain in his eyes and muttered, "I embroidered it with my heart and it took me a long time."

Embroidered well

Long.

Embroidered with care.

The destructive desire in Rong Ting's heart was out of control and reached the edge of a cliff.

But he reined in his horse and stopped.

You shouldn't destroy what she embroidered with so much effort.

Just destroy the person she wanted to give this to.

He put the embroidered cloth back into Jiang Rao's hands. Jiang Rao took a look at it and thought that what she embroidered would look better if it were changed.

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 leave the house."

Rong Ting was suddenly stunned as the bloodthirsty thoughts were growing wildly in his mind.

"Um?"

"My father asked me to practice embroidery before I can go out." Jiang Rao complained, "So I didn't come to see you these two days. I was busy embroidering things so that my father would agree to let me go out."

Rong Ting: “…”

He lowered his eyes and thought 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 finished in just half an hour, she felt completely ashamed.

Her father said that she didn't look like a girl at all, and that was true.

Even the little stitches he added at the end were visibly better than hers!

She frowned and frowned, "How do you know needlework?"

Sometimes her eyes would sweep over his hands. They didn't look like the hands that were pampered. The backs of his hands were covered with scars, and the palms were covered with a thick layer of calluses.

But the way he threaded the needle just now was so skillful that it didn't seem like it was his first time doing this.

Although her stitches were not as good as those of the embroiderers in the mansion, at least she was stronger than her and the threads she embroidered were stronger.

"No one sews for me, so I learn it myself."

He never got the new clothes distributed by the Imperial Household Department. At most, on New Year's Day, the empress would ask the palace maids to change him into new clothes and take him to the New Year's Eve dinner in order to show Emperor Zhaowu that she was taking good care of him.

But in fact, his father, who only cared about political affairs, never even looked at his children.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, his only right to wear new clothes was gone. The rest of the time, he would wear old clothes for many years. He would alter and size his own clothes, sew and mend them, and get through year after year.

At times like this, I always envy children who have mothers.

Someone asked him if he was hungry or cold.

Someone cares about his well-being.

…

This was the first time Jiang Rao heard him talk about his past in person.

There were only a few words, but the expression on her face suddenly became sad.

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

Jiang Rao shook her head, "No."

She suddenly wanted to practice needlework.

No one sewed clothes for him, but he learned it by himself.

This sounds so pitiful.

At such a young age, her brother is busy sticking his elbows outward, but he has learned everything.

She then thought of the little man hiding behind the tree, staring at others with eager eyes.

It makes people want to give him everything, all that he wants.

…

The doctor examined Rong Ting and said he was fine, so Jiang Rao felt relieved.

She wanted to just ask a carpenter to make him a wheelchair, but Rong Ting said he could fix it himself.

It turns out that this child who grew up completely on his own knows everything.

After Rong Ting left, Jiang Rao went back to find Aqiao to make a new pattern. She was so active in embroidering it that Fourth Master Jiang felt both relieved and heartbroken.

How much I want to go out and find that brat from the west of the city. He has even learned to find things to embroider by himself.

The old father felt extremely sad.

…

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

Jiang Jinxing's seat was vacant.

He often goes out to have fun and doesn't come home, and he doesn't even come back when it's time for dinner.

Fourth Master Jiang felt that his son was exactly like himself when he was a child. He thought that he would be fine when he grew up and became sensible, so he did not want to control him.

Jiang Qinshi always had disagreements with him on this matter and was not willing to indulge Jiang Jinxing.

After all, he is the only son of their Jiang family. If he doesn't understand the rules and has no rules, how can he support the entire Jiang family in the end?

This is a divisive thing.

In the end, Fourth Master Jiang listened to Jiang Qinshi.

Seeing that his wife was unhappy, he immediately asked the maid to go out to look for someone. Within half an hour, more than one maid came back. The ones he sent out and the ones who were supposed to be with Jiang Jinxing came back together.

The two of them had the same anxious look on their faces, "Master and Madam, the young master, he went to fight again."

This was a common occurrence. Fourth Master Jiang didn't react much at first. He just wanted to know if it was his son's fault. If it was, he would ask him to admit it. If not, he would see who wins. If he loses, he would have to ask Master Wu to teach him some Kung Fu.

Until I heard the two maids say, "This time the young master was not fighting with someone of similar age, but was surrounded and extorted by a group of beggars in the west of the city!"

"What's going on?"

Fourth Master Jiang wanted to ask for clarification, but Jiang Qinshi had already stood up anxiously, "Don't ask for now, quickly get someone to rescue the young master!"

…

West of the city.

Jiang Jinxing was a pale, soft, short fat boy. He looked at the beggars who were gradually gathering around him. There was such a huge crowd of people that he could straighten his back at first. But after waiting for a long time, none of his family members showed up, and he was so scared that he wanted to cry.

He was usually accompanied by four servants at most, but today there were only two, a maid and a servant. The maid had gone home to report the news, and the servant ran away when he saw the crowd of twenty or thirty beggars surrounding him.

Jiang Jinxing was the only one left, with the courage to last only for an incense stick. After that time, he began to tremble with fear.

A man next to the leading beggar said, "Boss, this is the guy who brought his family to beat up our little brother a few days ago."

Although Jiang Jinxing began to get scared, his courage kept him going, "It was that beggar who stole my purse first!"

He had a gap in his teeth, his speech was leaky, and his momentum was instantly reduced by half.

The beggar who had just spoken laughed mockingly, looking at Jiang Jinxing's chubby little gown, "This kid is covered in treasures, just the purse, the jade pendant in it was exchanged for three hundred taels of silver. Last time, Xiaowu was beaten by his people and couldn't get out of bed for several days, so we have to find some money to pay for his medicine. But we caught him alone."

If there were beggars spreading the word, they would run away when someone from the Jiang family came. After all, they were outsiders and would not stay in Yecheng for long. They would make some money, hide outside for a few months, and then come back. The limelight would be over.

As he said this, a pair of dirty hands were about to pull the bracelet on Jiang Jinxing's wrist.

Jiang Jinxing's belly was not as big as that beggar's, so he was so scared that he kept hiding behind him. At this time, he saw a person out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes suddenly brightened up, "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xiuzhu had just returned from the academy and passed by here. Jiang Jinxing saw him and waved to him excitedly.

Someone can save him!

He dodged the beggars' hands that covered his mouth and shouted several times, "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xiuzhu finally saw him.

Jiang Jinxing was so happy, he was saved!

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

Yang Xiuzhu stopped where he was.

Those beggars were also afraid of trouble. Yang Xiuzhu was different from the outsider. He could recognize who they were when he saw their faces. He spat and said, "Bad luck."

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

But at this moment, there was a sudden turn of events.

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