Alas! The old lady sighed, it is not easy for her granddaughter to be the national teacher!
Save people! No one looks down on them.
Don't save him! It will be against your conscience.
It's too difficult.
Chu Xiaoxiao held the dried meat made by Yang in her hand and ate it while walking towards the garden of Wenjunhou Mansion. She wanted to see the flowers, plants and trees in the garden. She naturally loved to be close to them.
The charcoal-haired man walked beside her, keeping her safe.
The two men came to a piece of grass and saw a fat little boy of seven or eight years old beating a skinny older child.
The skinny child looked much bigger than the fat little boy, but he didn't dare to fight back and let the fat boy punch him.
He was hit many times on the face and body. There were a few maids and servants standing not far away, but they didn't come over to stop him. They just stood aside and watched the joke.
"Hahaha! Our Young Master Quan is really strong. At the age of eight, he can beat the eleven-year-old Young Master Fei."
"Master Fei, it's just a title. We servants give him face, but he is no different from us. He eats the worst and wears the shabbiest clothes. Look, his clothes are not even as new as mine."
"That was his fate. He was born in the family of the illegitimate son of the third house. If he was born in the family of the legitimate son of the first house, he would definitely be raised in luxury."
"A concubine's child is a concubine's child. The distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children has always been clear. If you are not destined to be a legitimate child, you will be ordered around like a dog. If our Master Quan is happy, he can throw fewer punches. If he is not happy, Master Fei will be miserable today."
It was the first time that Naituanzi heard such unreasonable remarks. She rushed over angrily and roared.
"What are you doing? Stop it."
These two sentences went smoothly without any tongue ties. Chu Xiaoxiao felt that she was speaking more and more clearly.
The chubby child seemed to be playing so hard that he didn't hear her at all.
The milk ball was furious and shouted to the black-haired guy behind him: "You, go, pull it apart."
The black-haired man smiled wickedly and walked towards the fat young master who was riding on someone. The servants and maids around him immediately surrounded him.
One by one they asked angrily.
"What are you doing? Where did you come from? Why are you attacking our young master?"
"Do you know who our young master is? We are the eldest son of the legitimate wife, and our young master will be the future owner of the Marquis' Mansion. What right do you have to come to our mansion and meddle in our affairs?"
"Go away, go away, go away quickly! Our Master Quan will not let go until he is satisfied. If you ruin his leisure time, be careful that he will beat you too."
The charcoal-haired man glanced at the maids and servants, raised his hand and pointed at them: "Who dares to stop me from doing what I want to do? Get out of here if you know what's best for you, or I'll have a go at you."
Although he was young, he spoke with a strong tone. In addition, he released a kind of pressure, which frightened the maids and servants so much that they dared not come forward.
They didn't know who these two people were, where they came from, or why they appeared in the mansion. They hadn't heard that there were any distinguished guests visiting today, let alone that the guests brought children with them.
The charcoal-haired man ignored what they were thinking and walked over to pick up the fat kid. "Are you trying to beat him to death? What did he do wrong? Why did you beat him like this?"
The fat boy was enjoying beating someone up when he was suddenly pulled up. His chubby face was full of anger and he kicked and punched the dark-haired guy.
"Where did you come from, bastard? Why do you care about your young master's affairs? Do I need a reason to beat him? He is born a bastard, and I will beat him all his life. Unless he doesn't live in the mansion, unless their third branch has the ability to move out."
Chu Xiaoxiao walked over and pulled up the thin kid on the ground who had been beaten to death.
He turned around and looked at the fat and arrogant Master Quan, and gave orders to the black-haired man.
"Hit him."
[This old lady Wen is simply not a human being. She has been bullying the third wife just because she is a concubine's daughter. Not only does she not allow her to take the imperial examination, she also does not allow her to find a way to donate money to become an official.
She forced the third wife to do business, and all the money she earned had to be handed over to her two sons. No wonder the third wife's daughter-in-law wanted to kill her. She had no choice but to resist.
Look at how the people from the third room were beaten. They were just good students, but they were beaten so hard that they could only breathe out more than they could breathe in. If this continues, someone will definitely die. 】
"Hit me? Who are you? Why?"
Master Quan, whose full name is Wen Zhengquan, is the grandson of Marquis Wen Jun, the great-grandson of Mrs. Wen, and the apple of the family's eye.
He was spoiled to the point of being lawless, a little bully at home, and no one could say a word to him. If anyone said anything to him or made him unhappy, the old lady would humiliate him.
Everyone in Wenjunhou’s mansion knew that Young Master Quan was the old lady’s apple of her eye, and they had to obey him no matter what she did.
The charcoal-head raised his fist and smiled evilly: "With this, what do you think?"
Seeing that the charcoal-headed man was serious, Master Quan burst out laughing: "Hahaha! You, a stupid black boy, think you can beat me? Are you dreaming?"
Master Quan is very fat. He is already eight years old and looks twice as big as Black Charcoal Head. If you compare height and weight, Black Charcoal Head loses completely.
If it comes to fighting, I will definitely win.
The charcoal-haired man had a mocking look on his face. He stretched out his finger and hooked it at Wen Zhengquan: "Don't worry if I'm dreaming or not. If you have the guts, come over here and fight me."
"Hit me if you want."
Wen Zhengquan rushed towards the charcoal-haired man like a cannonball, his fists were powerful and he looked very strong.
If he met an ordinary person, he might be able to knock him down.
Unfortunately, I met a charcoal-head.
Seeing him rushing towards him, the black-haired man raised his leg and kicked out, hitting the target accurately.
"ah!"
A scream of agony was heard.
"Bang!"
Wen Zhengquan fell on the grass not far away.
Fortunately, he was fat, with a lot of fat on his body, and the grass was soft, so although the sound was loud and the movement was not small, he was actually not hurt. Black Charcoal Head calculated the strength, angle and distance, and he didn't want to cause trouble for his master.
In the past, with his temper, he would definitely kick the fat man to death.
After making a contract with his master, the violent nature in him gradually faded away, and he no longer liked killing but blood.
"Master!"
The maids and servants screamed in unison and all ran towards the fat man.
When Wen Zhengfei, who had recovered, saw this, he was shocked and his swollen eyes were full of fear. He quickly pulled the black-haired man and signaled him to leave quickly.
"Young Master, please leave the house immediately. I'm afraid today's incident will not end well. Master Quan is the old lady's favorite. If you hit him, you will be in big trouble. Take your sister and leave immediately! Don't come here again."
Milk ball looked at his face that looked like a steamed bun, his eyes were so swollen that they were almost invisible, and he was still worried about the safety of her and Black Charcoal Head, so he asked them to leave quickly.
If they really left, what would he do next? Would he be beaten up again?
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