After repeated confirmation, the noble young men realized that Song Ruier's right hand was crippled and that Princess Zhenguo didn't seem to like him. How dare he offend Princess Zhenguo!
Even if they felt a little pity for his right hand because of their past relationship, they still kept their distance from him.
This news also reached Young Master Liu's ears.
Young Master Liu was disappointed that his hopes over the past few years had been dashed, but he could only accept his fate.
However, Pang You can no longer live in his house.
If it were just a matter of hand disability, he would take pity on Pang You and let him stay a little longer. But the problem was that he felt immense pressure in the face of the title of Princess Zhenguo, and he dared not take in someone who opposed her.
Song Ruier sneered inwardly, and this mockery was reflected on her face.
"As expected, you all only care about my fame and fortune, and the benefits I will bring you in the future. Now that you see me in dire straits, you all avoid me like the plague. How cold and indifferent people are!"
Young Master Liu's expression immediately turned serious.
"Haven't we brought any benefits to Young Master Pang? We've provided for your food, lodging, and everything else you've used over the years, especially me. I've done my best to help you. Now, all we're doing is taking back the house that belongs to me, and you're acting so sarcastic, saying I'm heartless. Have you repaid me even a little for all that I've done?"
Young Master Liu snorted: "What right do you have to say such things?"
Without any hesitation, he ordered them to leave: "Pack your things and get out of here. I don't keep idle people here."
Song Ruier was furious, but his master came to drive him away with his men, and he was powerless to do anything about it.
They could only take their own book box.
On this moonless, pitch-black night, Song Ruier wandered around like a headless fly, trying to find a dilapidated courtyard to take shelter in, only to be chased away by the homeless beggars inside.
He had no choice but to go to the bottom of the bridge.
At dawn, Song Ruier knelt in front of her book box, spread out her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, pressed down the paper with her right hand, and then clumsily practiced writing with her left hand.
He endured the chill of early spring, wearing only a thin shirt, shivering from the cold, but his eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
He won't lose. He has achieved academic success and is full of knowledge. As long as he doesn't give up, he will definitely succeed.
Those who abandon him will not have a good ending.
In the distance, Qiao Lian'er stood on the third floor of the teahouse, looking at the figure under the bridge.
To be honest, she sometimes really admired Song Ruier.
As long as he has a breath left, as long as he can still crawl, and as long as his path isn't completely blocked, he will use every available opportunity to desperately try to turn the tables.
Even if he lost a hand, or even if he only had a toe left, he would use it to practice calligraphy and to carry his knowledge.
It's such a pity that such a person is full of darkness and doesn't follow the right path.
Mutai was finally released.
In fact, when he learned that Prince Takumi had fallen into the hands of the Great Swamp Kingdom, Khan Mayu realized that something was amiss.
Because of the heavy defenses, it would be very difficult for Prince Takumi, who was imprisoned, to leave the Kingdom of Da Nu.
Khan Zhenyou couldn't help but think that regarding Mu Tai's warning, Qiao Lian'er was no ordinary person. She had a body of flesh and blood, but she possessed special abilities that were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
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