Chapter 1: The Wolf Flag
In September, white dew.
It has been seven days since Zhao Ye was reborn in this strange era, to be precise, he was lying in bed and in a coma for seven days.
Except for feeling that someone came to feed some medicine and rice porridge every day, Zhao Ye didn't feel that anyone came to visit.
This little guy is too miserable!
This poor child seems to be unable to stand some stimulation and jumped into the river, as for the specific reason, Zhao Ye is not very clear, mainly because he doesn't dare to ask, there is a soaked child in his mind who cowered and stayed for seven days, the two of them are like this You look at me, I look at you, watch for seven days,
As soon as the first seven passed, Zhao Ye watched him disappear into his mind, the child's face was full of relief when he left, and he even glanced at Zhao Ye a little embarrassed, as if he had left a mess for himself.
As the child slowly disappeared into his mind, some memories of zero and thirty-three came to him like a tide, what Da Zhou, what the second son of the Qing Palace, what knife skills......
Zhao Ye finally opened his eyes, very disappointed, no one exclaimed, "Young Master, you are awake",
There are only empty rooms that seem to tell the ruthlessness of the people in the courtyard, a fourteen-year-old child! You're a little too ruthless, aren't you?
I saw Zhao Ye get up and shook his head gently, in the past and present life, go all the way, and I will do the rest for you.
Zhao Ye tried to clench his fist, this body is really a little weak, but fortunately, he is only fourteen years old, and he can still exercise.
Zhao Ye walked out of the room slowly, there were several low houses on both sides of the cobblestone path, it seemed that it should be the room where the subordinates lived, and the big house he lived in formed a patchwork courtyard, which was pleasing to the eye, and the accommodation environment was not bad.
Zhao Ye walked to the middle of the courtyard and looked at the sky, and suddenly had the illusion of sitting in a well and watching the sky, Zhao Ye even had a feeling that it seemed that this small courtyard was just a drop in the ocean of this big courtyard, and this house should be very big.
Zhao Ye suddenly became curious, how big is this mansion?
Zhao Ye looked around, and saw a ladder that seemed to be used to repair the house on the side of the big house where he lived, so he stepped forward and slowly climbed to the roof along the ladder.
Suddenly exclaimed: ", what a big yard!" ”
This house covers a very large area, judging from many towering trees in the courtyard, this courtyard should be quite a few years, in the middle of this large courtyard there is a large martial arts arena, in the martial arts arena, there is a flagpole that has to be more than two meters high, a big flag is hanging on it, the big flag is waving in the wind, one side of the flag is embroidered with a huge white wolf head, and the other side is embroidered with the word 'Zhao'.
Zhao Ye looked at the white wolf head on the banner fluttering in the wind, and suddenly it was extremely powerful.
"The second young master jumped off the building!"
An exclamation interrupted Zhao Ye's thoughts, Zhao Ye turned his head to look, and the voice of the shouting was a middle-aged man in his forties, in his memory, this person should be called Zhou Jiang, the second housekeeper in the house.
Zhou Jiang's shout was loud, and he seemed to be in a hurry,
Slowly, Zhou Jiang's astonishing shouts gathered the subordinates and guards in the mansion in Zhao Ye's small courtyard, and the people in the crowd looked at Zhao Ye who was sitting on the roof, and immediately discussed.
"Did you hear that? Some time ago, the second young master stole into the boudoir of the Tian family's daughter, and was caught, and on the way to escape, one accidentally fell into the water......"
"Ahem! What is this? The second young master went to the Red Sleeve Trick at the age of fourteen, which is the first-class gold cutting cave in our Daizhou City! After the man finished speaking, he was still envious. ”
"Cut, it's all pediatrics, I also heard that when the second young master was twelve years old, he knocked on the door of Widow Li in the city, and he also borrowed some water to drink, and the name of the pervert shocked my Daizhou City."
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Zhou Jiang looked at the people who were talking, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his face, only to see Zhou Jiang clear his throat, and when he heard the voice of Steward Zhou, the discussion in the crowd suddenly became much smaller, this is majesty! Although he is a second housekeeper, Zhou Jiang is very satisfied with his status in the mansion.
I saw Zhou Jiang come forward and persuade him bitterly: "Second young master, don't jump, aren't you called a 'pervert'?" What's the big deal about that?
I want our Qingwang Mansion to guard the border for the Central Plains for hundreds of years, and the name of the famous is also a megatron, what's the big deal about a pervert? I live in the Qingwang Mansion.
Not to mention the prince's achievements in the world, just talking about the prince, he is called the 'Northern Wolf' by the world, and the famous name can stop children crying at night in the Northern Barbarian......"
Zhao Ye glanced at Zhou Jiang very casually, this guy has something to say!
Listening to what you say, how can I have a feeling that I am sorry for my ancestors if I don't jump?
As long as it's a normal person, you don't have the face to live!
Everyone in the family is a hero, and I have a thing that ruins the reputation of my ancestors, does that mean?
Do I still have a face to live?
Are you persuading or yin?
Zhao Ye turned his head and glanced at the onlookers in the courtyard, and sure enough, after listening to Zhou Jiang's words, when everyone looked at Zhao Ye again, all of them showed disdain on their faces, and there was even some expectation in their eyes......
Kindness?
What wolf?
Pervert?
How come I don't have a memory of this?
Did someone automatically block it?
Zhao Ye looked at the crowd of pointers, and seemed to react all at once,
Hearing this title discussed in the crowd, Zhao Ye almost spurted out a mouthful of tender blood, although someone was no longer there, but Zhao Ye still had an urge to strangle someone, if someone was still there, Zhao Ye just wanted to ask him,
How do you get mixed up?
How have you been mixed up for the past 14 years?
How can it be so awesome?
At the age of fourteen, you gave me such a unique title?
You've been a hundred, let me walk in this world with your title of 'pervert'?
How can I go out and meet people in the future?
Could it be that in the future, when Young Master Ben walked the rivers and lakes and introduced to others, he opened his mouth and said: "I am 'pervert' Zhao Ye." ”
Isn't it smiling and generous?
I'm not married!
Oh my God!
The wind was stronger, and the wolf flag in the center of the courtyard was hunted by the wind, Zhao Ye turned his head to look at the white wolf head waving in the wind on the flag,
Zhao Ye was very curious, a fourteen-year-old boy actually mixed such a great title, how did this title come about?
Fourteen years old! What a time to age!
Fourteen-year-old should be in junior high school in the future, people in this grade are in the rebellious period, the most impulsive age, but also the most ignorant, the most ignorant age, the most need for guidance!
Zhao Ye finally understood why the kid was relieved when he left, and your special guidance was too good, and you all guided the kid to the mirror lake......
Seeing that Zhao Ye seemed to be in deep thought and did not make any further movements, Zhou Jiang seemed to be a little disappointed, his eyes turned, and he said: "Second young master, think about the deceased princess, think about your sister who has married another wife and has not returned home in the past six years, they are all the people closest to you!"
Zhao Ye wanted to laugh, seeing that Lao Tzu didn't move, didn't he change his tricks?
Using my deceased relatives and my sister who married far away to call me to death?
What if Lao Tzu is a fourteen-year-old ignorant boy?