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

Right back, shoulder blade tingling, like being stung by a dozen giant poisonous bees at the same time.

Heck.

Yang Xiuzhu raised his eyebrows and rubbed his right shoulder blade, which was so painful that he couldn't help it, and felt a chill behind him.

Yang Xiuzhu turned around and looked back.

A dozen paces away, there was a long wall, the cyan shadow at the foot of the wall was stretched long by the noon sun.

The pale boy sat in a wheelchair, stepping in the shadows, with a faint trace of scarlet in the corners of his eyes.

The moment he met his gaze, the young man raised his eyebrows, and his handsome face showed a bit of a carefree look.

The expression is light and mocking, full of provocation.

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

Immediately, my heart burst into anger like drenched in hot oil

No more gentleness, he kept his face sullen, his hands behind his back, and walked straight forward.

If he didn't do that, everyone would have to laugh at him and call a cripple to bully him.

But the young man looked at him coming, but there was no fear on his face.

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

But he is a disabled person, what qualifications do you have to not be afraid of?

But seeing him suddenly, he tilted his head slightly.

The fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and the lips curled into a smile.

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

In the ear, there was a bang.

...

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

But for Jiang Rao, who had been blocked by Yang Xiuzhu, she could only see Rong Ting falling to the ground.

She didn't want to deal with Yang Xiuzhu, and kept her head down.

Until heard the bang, suddenly looked up.

I saw Rong Ting even wearing a wheelchair, and fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed and distressing posture.

Just as she had 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 her legs are bad, she can do everything by herself, and she doesn't want to pretend to be someone else's hand, and occasionally enslaves her, just to torture her.

In a dream, she accidentally bumped into him a few times with his crutches and almost fell to the ground, which caused him to be furious. That sullen look on his face sinking like water made King Yama terrified.

Knowing his resistance and disgust for other people's personal care, on the day Wang Zhou was taken away, after he rejected the proposal to match him with two personal servants, she never mentioned it again.

But in heart, would silently worry that he would fall and get injured.

The worries that once flashed in her mind were now turned into reality at once, and she ran over with a swish, rushing in front of Yang Xiuzhu and in front of Rong Ting.

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

Rong Ting's unbridled smile when he faced Yang Xiuzhu disappeared completely on his face when Jiang Rao noticed him.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But Jiang Rao thought of the scene where Yang Xiuzhu walked towards her just now, her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't believe it, she turned her head and asked Yang Xiuzhu, "Did you push him?"

At that moment, her small body had the stance of a hen protecting her cubs.

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

He looked at Rong Ting and waited for Rong Ting to say a word, but he waited until he was damned silent!

Isn't this letting Jiang Rao misunderstand?

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

Jiang Raohuan didn't quite believe it.

One is anxious to explain, and the other still does not believe it.

Rong Ting sat and watched.

When he saw that Yang Xiuzhu was so anxious to jump, and confirmed that Jiang Rao didn't have much trust in Yang Xiuzhu, he finally said lightly.

"It's the wheelchair that's broken."

The wheelchair behind Rong Ting had a crack on the left arm rest, and the small half collapsed.

Yang Xiuzhu was dying of anger! Would he die if he said something earlier? It was obvious that he wanted Jiang Rao to misunderstand.

"It's really not me." Yang Xiuzhu hurriedly defended himself, and his tone was full of confidence.

"Feel sorry."

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

"My leg hurts."

The boy bowed his head, his voice low.

His voice has always been low and hoarse, but at this moment, his voice is low and slow, which makes him seem very weak and weak.

With a faint sound, he took Jiang Rao's eyes away.

Three words made her feel that he was greatly wronged, and she didn't care what Yang Xiuzhu was saying. All her eyes turned to him, and she hurriedly called the maid, "Come and find the doctor."

She wanted to pull him up, but she was afraid of where he fell. "Did you fall in pain?"

Rong Ting dragged the two to the ground.

The waste leg on the top, leaning against the wall behind him, like a little clay figurine, his face is covered with ashes, and his cheeks are protruding.

He lowered his head and looked at his legs in the shadow of the wall. He didn't speak for a while.

He hadn't communicated with people normally since he was born, and he couldn't restrain those thorns on his body. I don't know how to be nice to others. When you want to be liked by others, you don't know what you need to do or what to look like.

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

Just like she had seen him many times before.

His current appearance probably made her feel pitiful.

He wanted her to pity him.

He continued to keep his present expression as he faced her.

"No more." The voice was very good, "Just my leg hurts."

Yang Xiuzhu's temple jumped twice.

If it's gone, it's gone. Why should he repeat the pain in his leg?

He has read so many books, and all he has learned is to teach him to be gentle and humble in dealing with people and things. have never met someone like Rong Ting.

Yang Xiuzhu suddenly recognized who Rong Ting was.

—— During the Spring Lantern Festival, the disabled servant who was maintained by Jiang Rao and who had been following behind Jiang Rao. Now it seems to be in a weak and pitiful situation, the weak and pitiful of the gods!

It wasn't an accident that he saw himself break the wheelchair and fell off it.

Man-made pitiful, can only be called scheming.

He was a little annoyed and said to Jiang Rao, "He's 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 him for a while.

Compare that wheelchair, it's exactly the same, just the difference between intact and destroyed.

There was anger in his eyes, Jiang Rao turned to look at him, and there was displeasure in his eyes, "If there is nothing wrong with Young Master Yang, go home as soon as possible."

A clear expulsion order.

Seeing his words, Yang Xiuzhu ignored his words and frowned, not knowing what to say.

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

The young man who fell on the ground was pale in complexion, with a long and slender body, but he looked thin and morbid. Coupled with his extremely beautiful face, it was indeed easy to arouse sympathy.

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

Not even normal people do that.

This is a lunatic, a crippled lunatic.

"I saw with my own eyes that he broke the wheelchair and fell down." Yang Xiuzhu tried to restore what he saw, as it was, to Jiang Rao through telling, but the more he explained, the more Jiang Rao used a strange look in his eyes look at him.

As if he was lying.

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

Jiang Rao obviously didn't believe it very much, and didn't even listen to him, and kept looking around to see if the maid who was looking for the doctor had returned.

She didn't hear a few words of Yang Xiuzhu's words, and when it came to her ears, there were all noises.

buzzing buzzing...

buzzing buzzing...

Flies speak less than him.

So annoying.

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

Rong Ting has been silently observing Jiang Rao.

Seeing her eagerly awaiting the return of the maid, his eyes 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 Rao glanced at him, her brows furrowed, and she felt more and more pitiful for him, really pitiful.

Listening to his familiar tone, when his leg hurts, it must be more than once.

But his way to relieve the pain is to press it on his own.

Poor god.

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, "Inside the house."

Want to go inside?

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

Rong Ting's expression fluctuated slightly because he succeeded, and he quickly returned to calm.

Seeing that Jiang Rao never listened to what he said, Yang Xiuzhu was annoyed but not easy to attack.

After taking a closer look, he also began to feel that the young man who sneered at him was completely different from the obedient and sick man in front of him. He was completely unlike him.

Did he really misunderstand?

He ignored his aching and somewhat bruised shoulder blades, took a step closer to Jiang Rao, and said warmly, "Let me help him."

Jiang Rao looked up at him.

Sure enough, the ignorant is fearless.

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

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

"Young Master Yang doesn't need to intervene." Jiang Rao motioned him to look to the left, "My sister is already waiting, Young Master Yang should hurry home with her instead."

She pointed out a way to life for him.

From her words, Yang Xiuzhu heard her strong rejection of him. He originally just wanted to say a word and left, but now that he has said so much, he is unwilling that his position in her heart has not changed at all.

"Wait." He stopped Jiang Rao, whose back was facing her, and when she turned around, he took a step forward and stretched out his hand again.

Just when she ran, the dead leaves on the top of her head had already fallen.

But he had another way.

"Your hair is on top, and it's stained with fallen leaves."

He thought that this would be a very thoughtful move and would highlight his tall figure, but this time, as soon as his hand reached the air, she took a step back.

And his wrist throbbed from a stone.

There was no fourth person present, he looked at Rong Ting with pain and frown, his fingers twitched and opened due to the pain of being hit in the tendons, and the fallen leaves he was holding fell down slowly...

Jiang Rao saw it.

She was so bored in her eyes that she really didn't like this romantic method. "The little girl is really worried that you will do something out of the ordinary in the future. Men and women don't kiss each other. We won't see each other again in the future."

Yang Xiuzhu covered his wrists, his face was sweating, and he couldn't say a word in pain.

But he could only watch Jiang Rao help the disabled boy away.

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

Men and women don't give and receive, so did they change people?

Yang Xiuzhu warned herself not to think like this. She didn't change her hairpin, and it was time to learn to obey the etiquette. What's more, the disabled person was indeed too pitiful.

Even he looked pitiful.

Yang Xiuzhu was thinking about it, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the young man looking back.

His brows were raised straight, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and he looked like that kind of unscrupulous mess.

The provocative look when first saw him.

It's just that this time it's mixed with a thick warning and a little smug.

- Don't move my things.

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

Yang Xiuzhu held down his trembling hand.

He thought about the boy's expression, and then looked at the backs of them leaving together.

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.

Worse than those women who have the means to dress up!

...

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

She took care of herself, and said very excitedly: "I just felt today that I found someone who matches my eldest brother, doesn't my eldest brother feel that?"

"Her house is so beautiful,

It's just a temporary mansion, and there are not many places in various places. Brother, if a wife from such a family is betrothed to you, your future will only be smooth. "

Yang Qi'an is more and more intoxicated, indulging in completely impossible fantasies.

Yang Qi'an felt 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 stunned, "What?"

Yang Xiuzhu said: "Begging for a kiss. Not only begging for a kiss, but now, it is impossible to even visit the door."

Yang Qi'an frowned, "Why, if it wasn't for her family's wealth, I don't think she's worthy of brother..."

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

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

Going out for two steps, he turned back and looked at Yang Qi'an who was frozen in place, "Don't bother her anymore!"

He finally turned to leave.

Before coming to her house, he only heard that her family looked like a big family, but in fact the master of the family had no official position and had been wandering leisurely for more than ten years. She thought to herself that no matter how powerful her family was, she couldn't compare to his uncle who was an official in the court.

But after a visit, looking at the expenses and furnishings of her house, I am afraid that even if he has ten more uncles, he will not be able to match.

He thought it was a happy marriage that he would be low on the shelf and pursued patiently, and he would be able to keep the clouds open and see the moon.

But who knows, he is actually climbing high.

Yang Xiuzhu felt very uncomfortable. He has always been the one with the best family background and the most talented people, and who has ever climbed high.

She also said today that it would be good to not see each other again in the future. If he goes over with a cheeky face, he will not be able to ask for what he wants, just like a joke.

Give it up, he thought.

But he didn't give up at all. Instead, there was a surge of anger, unwillingness, and anger in my heart.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Yang Xiuzhu thought that Yang Qi'an was catching up, and was about to say impatiently, but he heard a childish childish voice, "Brother Yang."

Jiang Jinxing stepped on a pair of tiger-toed shoes, ran in front of him, and asked for it, "Tangtang."

Yang Xiuzhu frowned.

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

It was he who forgot.

But they have already given up, what's the use of pleasing him for a change.

He didn't care about those few candies, he threw them into his arms and left, but was caught up by Jiang Jinxing's two little feet in tiger-toed shoes. The sugar was in his palm, "Give half of it to Brother Yang."

Yang Xiuzhu frowned, Jiang Jinxing finished him

Whatever you want to do, run away happily.

Jiang Jinxing has always wanted a brother.

A-jie is fine, but A-jie can't fight.

And the elder brother is tall and strong, when standing next to him, others are afraid of him and respect him.

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

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

They have a good relationship, and he will not be afraid of fighting and beating others in the future.

Jiang Xiaobawang was complacent, stepping on two tiger-toed shoes and walking like a tiger.

...

All the way through the hanging flower gate and the corridor, Jiang Rao's face was already sweating when she was about to bring Rong Ting to the outside of her yard.

Not tired.

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

I think he was too light, he had no weight at all.

Such a tall man is so light, probably because he took a lot of medicine, which made himself tormented and thin.

pitful.

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

Although Jiang Rao has tried his best to move his weight to her side, she also knows that even if she supports her, it will not be easy for him to walk the hundreds of steps, so she anxiously asks, "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 called the doctor has returned."

"Well." Rong Ting's voice seemed to be muffled at the bottom of the water, appearing hazy and unreal, somewhat unnaturally depressed.

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

As he got closer, he realized that there was a faint fragrance on her body.

The concubines in the palace were vying with each other, each wanted to compete in front of the emperor, and obtained all kinds of spices and perfumes.

No matter how heavy the perfume is, it can't hide the greed and calculation in their hearts.

But the aroma on her body is different, like the smell left after bathing, a faint fragrance.

Rong Ting covered his eyes in embarrassment.

It was just so faint that it was almost imperceptible, and the fragrant smell, which had to be close enough to smell, was enough to make his mind wander.

Along the way, my heart is itching.

At this time, Jiang Rao came back.

Rong Ting immediately straightened his sitting position.

Jiang Rao said to him, "The doctor will come back later. You should sit and rest first. If there is any pain, let me know."

Rong Ting nodded obediently.

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

Jiang Rao rubbed his forehead.

Simply helpless.

She went out just now, and asked the maid, where did her brother go.

However, she learned that after helping Yang Xiuzhu to call her out, her brother chased after Yang Xiuzhu who had left and went to find Yang Xiuzhu.

what happened.

How did her brother start helping outsiders?

Oh such a brother.

Besides eating several bowls of her rice with a small bowl every day, what else can you expect from him?

Forget it.

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

Rong Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you looking for the person who was talking to you just now?"

Jiang Rao nodded.

She has no choice but to wait until Jiang Jinxing returns to have a good talk with him.

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

Gotta teach.

Otherwise, it is so easy to help others when they grow up, and they might be used by others.

Jiang Rao was a little worried because she knew that in the dream, the Jiang family would be ransacked and become dilapidated.

Rong Ting's face darkened slightly.

He judged a fact in the brief change in her expression.

Her brother is very important to her.

Someone who can make her worry.

But the little fat man didn't like him.

He doesn't like him either.

Rong Ting tightened his fingers.

If those people who would make her worry about disappear completely...

His back molars clenched tightly, and these secret thoughts together were a bit raging.

But at the same time, his head was aching, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't think about it any longer. The thought of wanting to destroy someone died down, and like the ebb tide, it subsided.

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

Jiang Rao knew that he was talking about the last time he didn't give Wu Mei to her brother, and smiled, "You are doing the right thing."

"My brother recently changed his teeth. He hasn't asked him to eat candy for half a month. He is a little addicted to sugar. One of his front teeth is rotten. He has a new tooth, but he can't be told to eat so much candy."

"I'm here today because of this." Rong Ting pushed a boxy paper bag forward at this time, "I asked the doctor, this almond cake doesn't have too much sugar in it, and children who change their teeth eat it. it does not matter."

this, this, this...

Jiang Rao was flattered.

If he only gave her something, it would be like repayment.

But giving something to Jiang Jinxing seems to be because she felt that she didn't give candy last time, which made her brother unhappy...

When he grew up, he was supposed to be on top.

uninhabited.

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

She actually led a child who was about to grow crooked in the right direction.

A little, great.

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

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

When his eyes swept across the object on the table by the window, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It is an unfinished piece of embroidery.

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

"what?"

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

This ugly thing can't be taken out to meet people.

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

Trying to save some face for myself, "It's just random embroidery, not too hard."

It was very difficult for Rong Ting to find that for the first time, a shy expression appeared on her face.

The handkerchief, in his impression, is all girls, embroidered with things for his lover.

Especially the women in the palace, most of them are like this.

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

Although it is only half embroidered, the outline is already formed.

He remembered that Young Master Yang's name just now had a bamboo character in it.

Rong Ting started to have a headache again.

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

"Can I take a look?" he asked.

Jiang Rao was very embarrassed.

The ugly things she does are really unsightly!

But she thought about it, he was a boy, maybe he couldn't make any good or bad embroidery work, and she couldn't think of any other reason to refuse. She opened the table drawer and took out the embroidery cloth to show him.

It is indeed bamboo.

Rong Ting's fingers were slightly tense.

If it was something she wanted to give to someone else.

He wanted to destroy it.

If it's destroyed, she can't give it to others.

Unconsciously, the fingers squeezed the edge and began to exert force.

Jiang Rao was on the side, seeing his brows furrowed, but he was very faceless.

Although her embroidery is not good-looking enough, it is not too hard to see and make the viewer frown!

She doesn't want face, and the best embroiderer in the house, A Qiao, wants face in exchange.

"You can change it to me." She stretched out her hand, "I can continue to embroider. I've been embroidering for a long time, and now it's almost the last change."

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

well embroidered

Long.

Embroidered with care.

The desire for destruction in Rong Ting's heart got out of control to the edge of the cliff.

But the horse stopped.

She shouldn't ruin what she's embroidered with heart.

Just destroy whoever she wants to give this to.

He put the embroidered cloth back in Jiang Rao's hand, Jiang Rao glanced at it, and felt that the thing she embroidered also changed lines, so she could see it.

After all, there is A Qiao's craftsmanship.

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

Rong Ting, who was madly growing in his mind, was suddenly stunned by the bloodthirsty thoughts.

"Um?"

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

Rong Ting: "..."

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

When he raised his eyes again, he said to Jiang Rao, "Bring me the needle and thread."

...

When Jiang Rao looked at the embroidered cloth that had been embroidered in half an hour, she felt that she had lost her face.

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

Even the stitches he added at the end were better than hers could see with the naked eye!

She frowned and frowned, "How do you know how to sew?"

Sometimes she glanced at his hand, not like a pampered hand, the back of the hand was full of scars, and the palm of the hand was thick with calluses.

But the way he threaded the needle just now was not so proficient as it was the first time he had done such a thing.

Although the stitches are not as good as those of the embroiderers in the house, they are at least stronger than her, and the embroidered threads are stronger.

"No one sews my clothes, I can do it myself."

He has never been able to get the new clothes distributed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. At most, on New Year's Day, in order to show Emperor Zhaowu that he was taking good care of him, the queen would ask the maid to change him into new clothes and take him to the New Year's Eve dinner.

But in fact, his father, who only had political affairs in his eyes, never looked at his children.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, his only qualification to wear new clothes is gone. At other times, he wears old clothes for many years. He changes himself from big to small, sews and mends, and lasts year by year.

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

Someone asked him about hunger and cold.

Someone took care of him.

...

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

She obviously didn't have a few words, but the expression on her face instantly became sad.

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

Jiang Rao shook his head, "No."

Suddenly she wanted to practice needlework.

No one sews for him, he does it himself.

This sounds too pitiful.

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

Then she thought of the little man hiding behind the tree, looking at others eagerly.

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

...

The doctor saw Rong Ting and said that he was fine, so Jiang Rao was relieved.

She wanted to go directly to a carpenter and make a wheelchair for him, but Rong Ting said that he could repair it himself.

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

After Rong Ting left, Jiang Rao went to Ah Qiao again to make a new pattern, and he was actively embroidering, which made Jiang Si Ye feel relieved and heartbroken.

This is how much I want to go out to find that stinky boy in the west of the city, and even learned to find things to embroider by myself.

The old father felt very sad and sad.

...

In the evening, the family eats around the table.

Jiang Jinxing's seat was vacant.

He was often a man who would go out and play crazy and never come home, nor would he come back when it was time to eat.

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

Jiang Qin always had disagreements with him on this matter, and was reluctant to indulge Jiang Jinxing like this.

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

Such a divisive thing.

In the end, Fourth Master Jiang listened to Jiang Qin's.

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

The two looked the same anxiously, "Master, Madam, Young Master, he went to fight again."

Jiang Siye didn't react much to the commonplace thing at first. He just wanted to know if it was his son's fault. If it was, let him admit it. If it wasn't, see if he won or lost.

Until I heard the two maids say, "This time, the young master is not fighting with someone about his age, but in the west of the city, surrounded by a group of beggars and ripped off!"

"This is how the same thing?"

Jiang Siye wanted to ask clearly, but Jiang Qin shi stood up in a hurry, "Don't ask for now, call someone to rescue the young master!"

...

West of the city.

Jiang Jinxing was a soft, small fat man who was not tall. He looked at the beggars who were gradually approaching him. Wu Yangyang was a bunch of people. At first, he was able to straighten his waist. Come on, I'm scared to cry.

There were at most four servants around him, but today there were only two, a maid and a book boy. The maid went home to report the letter, and the book boy was frightened when he saw the twenty or thirty beggars surrounded by Wuyangyang.

Jiang Jinxing was the only one left, he was brave enough to hold a stick of incense, and when the time for a stick of incense was over, he began to tremble with fear.

A person beside the headed beggar said, "Boss, it's this kid who took our family and beat up our little brother two days ago."

Although Jiang Jinxing was beginning to be afraid, his backbone kept him strong, "It was that beggar who stole my purse first!"

The teeth are broken, the words are replaced by air leakage, and the momentum is instantly reduced by half.

The beggar who spoke just now let out a mocking laugh, looking at Jiang Jinxing's round little blessing jacket, "This kid is full of treasures, just the purse, the jade pendant inside was exchanged for three hundred taels of silver. Last time Xiao Wu was taken by him. If someone can't get out of bed for a few days, he has to get some money back for the medicine. But he was caught alone."

In exchange for beggars, they would run away when Jiang's family came. Anyway, they were outsiders. They didn't stay in Yecheng for long. If they made a fortune, they hid out for a few months and then came back, and the limelight passed.

With a pair of dirty hands, he was about to pull the bracelet on Jiang Jinxing's wrist.

Jiang Jinxing didn't have the beggar's tall belly, so he was so scared that he shivered and hid back. At this time, he saw a person out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes instantly lit up, "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xiuzhu had just returned from the academy, and when he passed by, Jiang Jinxing saw him and waved his hand excitedly.

Someone can save him!

He avoided the hands of the beggars covering his mouth, and shouted several 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, and spit, "Unlucky."

"Fat fish run away," they said, shaking their heads.

But at this moment, things turned around.

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