Zhu Youjia thought that he and his eldest brother were once incompatible, and he and his father were once strangers.

They see him as an outlier simply because he is diligent in government affairs and actively fights for himself.

They hope that he understands that the hereditary throne of the King of Zhou is not his, and the development of the Zhou Palace's mansion has nothing to do with him.

Zhu Youjia moved his muscles and bones, and the bones rattled, they had been faithfully waiting for his call, but he extinguished the light that had promised them.

Zhu Youxian remembered his mother's face, the loving face, which was the only warmth he could feel in the Zhou Palace.

He thumped his chest a few times, and the evil thoughts that were about to stir fell to his ears.

The West Water Gate was bustling as usual, with an endless stream of people coming and going.

The guards didn't stop anyone who entered Kaifeng Mansion, and Zhu Youjiao scratched his head: "Did you listen to one-sided words?" The eldest brother's subordinates did not embarrass the people from Runing and Nanyang. ”

He snorted, blaming himself for being too prejudiced against his eldest brother.

Suddenly, a beggar sprang out from a corner not far from the city gate, and without saying a word, he grabbed Zhu Youjiao's arm and walked forward.

Although this little beggar was not tall and thin, his arms as thin as branches gave birth to amazing strength, so that Zhu Youjiao's two legs almost did not obey his command.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhu Youjiao used his mouth crampedly.

The little beggar ignored him, and pulled him behind a corner five or six feet away.

In front of a group of beggars, the little beggar suddenly let go of his hand, and Zhu Youjiao staggered.

"Bold! Outrageous! Zhu Youjiao roared angrily, but his voice seemed to have fallen into a whirlpool, drowned out by a huge wave of sound.

A dozen beggars with blushing faces and thick necks gathered around, pushing and shoving, holding up dirty fingers, trying to poke each other's mouths or gouge out each other's eyeballs.

The words that come out of their mouths are dirtier than the clothes on their bodies, and the splatter carries their malice and courage forward.

"Stop arguing! This boy is a learned person, let him judge the theory! ”

The little beggar who pulled Zhu Youjiao into the battlefield roared, although the sound was not too loud, but with its incomparable penetrating power, the beggars slowly quieted down reluctantly, and their eyes brushed to look at Zhu Youxie.

Only then did Zhu Youjiao come back to his senses, it turned out that the little beggar had pulled him here to judge.

Zhu Youxi's eyebrows were horizontal, his eyes were wide, as the king of Runan, who ruled one side, in front of the people, the majesty came as soon as he said it.

"Boldly disrupt the people, why gather crowds to make trouble?"

The beggar, who was as fierce as a cockfight just now, saw that this well-dressed boy was majestic and powerful, and he had the demeanor of a king, and he all restrained his edge.

The little beggar who pulled Zhu Youxian said with a hippie smile: "Childe, don't be angry." The people's disturbances are the incompetence of the governors, and we are not willing to do so. ”

"Nonsense! How dare you slander the prince? ”

"Childe, childe, how dare we slander the prince? We can't even eat, do you think we are wronged? ”

"Okay, let's hear it, what do you have to do?"

"A few of them and I are from Runing and Nanyang." The little beggar pulled past the four or five beggars in the crowd.

"We've been in Kaifeng for a few years, and although we're a little lower than their local status," he said, referring to the other beggars, "we're all in peace, and we're all in good hands." A few days ago, they suddenly said that they wanted us to go back to Runing and Nanyang, and we were not allowed to ask for food in Kaifeng, saying that this was robbing their territory. Childe, you judge the judges. We beggars eat hundreds of meals, and the four seas are our homes, how can there be such a thing as grabbing land? ”

As soon as Zhu Youjiao heard that they were from Runing and Nanyang, he felt partiality in his heart, and when he saw that what the little beggar said was reasonable, he raised his eyebrows at the beggars of the other faction.

"You are all beggars, you live by begging, and your life is difficult, why do you have to do this?"

"Now the whole Kaifeng Mansion is like this, and it's not just us beggars. Look at the city gate, Runing and Nanyang can't even enter now. ”

A local beggar in Kaifeng put his hands in front of his chest, shaking his legs constantly, and he was ruffian. He looked like the head of the beggars in Kaifeng.

"They can't get in, that's their business. But we're already in, so you can't bully us! ”

The little beggar beside Zhu Youjia was holding a rich boy supporting them, and he stomped his foot angrily.

"You Runan kings have been bullied, and of course you Runan people will be unlucky! Hahaha! ”

The beggar laughed breathlessly, as if even the king of Runan had been defeated by his men.

The other local beggars in Kaifeng also raised their heads and laughed wildly, and the laughter opened their mouths towards Zhu Youjiao like a poisonous snake.

He pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed at the beggar's head and shouted, "Who told you that King Runan was bullied? ”

The beggar's mouth had not yet closed, and the tip of the sword remained in the center of the black hole between his upper and lower lips.

He panicked and quickly took a step back: "I, I...... It was to the men who guarded the gates. ”

He stared at the sword dangling under his nose in horror, regretting that the step he had just taken was not big enough.

The gatekeepers again! Zhu Youjiao's heart is like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and his father's indifference is hitting the bull's-eye.

"Listen to me, the beggars of Kaifeng! If this king sees you bullying beggars in other places again, this king will definitely poke you into dozens of holes! ”

He swung several swords in succession, one of which happened to shave off a handful of hair from the beggar's head.

The local beggars were so frightened that they dragged each other and fled towards the center of the city.

The out-of-town beggars looked triumphantly at the embarrassed appearance of their rivals, and the bullying and insults they had suffered dissipated in laughter.

Zhu Youjiao put away his sword expressionlessly, turned his head, and left the West Water Gate.

The little beggar pouted and walked in the opposite direction, and she occasionally looked back at Zhu Youjiao's lonely back.

Zhu Youxian stayed awake all night.

When the first rays of sunlight were still lingering by his window the next morning, he called his most trusted subordinate and handed him a letter, a letter to Li Jinglong.

The letter was crudely written, but every word was the result of his long struggle.

Li Jinglong was frustrated and annoyed by his carelessness in the camp on the outskirts of Kaifeng.

He didn't attribute this failure to a great success, but he just felt that he was unlucky and met the capricious Zhu Youxie.

With his eyes closed, he rubbed the sides of his nose and pondered the most useful way to deal with the fickle.

He gradually opened his mind: beauty tricks? Coercion and inducement? Counter-plotting, destroying the relationship between their father and son?

"General!" A subordinate rushed into the tent, his voice excited and high-pitched, "Zhu Youxie's letter! ”