After the old beggar breathed, I slapped Liu Er countless times like crazy, and the donkey also slapped him countless times, and all the angry beggars slapped him, because of the support of the people in the palace, he was obedient like a turtle grandson.

Some people shouted that they wanted to kill Liu Er to pay for their lives, and some people advocated that he be sent to the government to subdue the law, and finally everyone handed over the power of decision to me.

Although I really want Liu Er's life, I am from a society governed by the rule of law after all. If Liu Er killed the old beggar and deserved to die, then what if everyone rushed up and killed the one-eyed seven? Let the grievances of the rivers and lakes belong to the rivers and lakes.

Looking at Liu Er, whose face had swollen into a pig's head, I said indifferently, "Get out!" Get out of Binh Duong Mansion and don't let us see you again, or you'll die a miserable death. ”

Liu Er seemed to have received amnesty, and ran out of the broken temple with a thousand thanks.

There were those who were disdainful of my soft-heartedness, and there were those who agreed with my kindness, and no matter what, no one objected to my decision.

I bought a cemetery and a coffin with those few taels of silver, and buried the old beggar decently.

Listening to the beggars, the old man fled from Beizhili. After a great plague thirteen years ago, he arrived in Pingyang Mansion with a grandson, and after a few months, he was the only one left. Some people remember that his name is Li Kuanfu - this is the name engraved on the tombstone, but more people only know him as "Lao Wang Ba". He begged for food in Binh Duong City for thirteen years, and may not have lived as well as an animal, but he still lived strong until he finally died like a man.

I have to say that I wronged the skinny monkey before.

Although this kid slipped away a little faster when he saw things, he was by no means greedy for life and afraid of death, but knew how to use his brain. That day, when he saw me being pressed to the ground, the donkey's violent temper rushed up and started to fight, which seemed righteous, but many times it didn't work.

The thin monkey ran to the Pingyang Palace, but before he reached the gate, he was bumped into by the mansion, and the old rule was to beat the guy. The skinny monkey was beaten and squeaked, but he knew that this was the only hope, and he couldn't give up easily, so he shouted with a stick, "Lord Wang, please save Mr. Zhang!" "It so happened that King Pingyang was walking in the courtyard and heard shouts outside, so he sent someone to save us.

The poor skinny monkey did not know how many sticks he had suffered, and the big bags on his forehead were next to the other.

Within a few days, the prince really sent the guard Wu Debiao to invite me.

The guards in front of the gate of the palace had a tiger face, like a Tibetan mastiff at the door of the villa of the big boss of the construction site, which made me panic in my heart. But when he thought that I had not come to wander around, but that the master had graciously invited me here, he raised his head and straightened his back, and no longer looked at these watchdogs.

This centrally located mansion is a large one, with a front yard alone that is more than a football field. That night, the thin monkey was able to hold out until the prince came out, which shows how strong his ability to resist blows is.

King Pingyang was feeding the fish by the lotus pond and was very happy to see me coming.

After chatting for a while, the prince looked uncomfortable, it turned out that the smell on my body was too big. No way, who told you to hire a beggar?

The "slut" brother finally couldn't help it, and said: "I want to come to Mr. Lai is tired from running around, and my body is probably tired, let's bathe and rest in the house first, and then the king will come to ask for advice later." ”

For a beggar, taking a hot bath is really too luxurious, let alone a beautiful woman waiting to take a bath. Fortunately, my brother is not a person who has never seen the world, and I think he also followed the old drivers to the big waves and sands, and such a scene can hold up.

The maid looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was as tender as water, and her little hands rubbed on her back like satin. All the bones in my body melted away.

All right! I admit that I didn't do anything except rub the net when I went to the big waves, not my brother, I was still on probation at that time, and the foreman of the dog day did not pay my salary.

In this way, I had a skin-to-skin relationship with a woman or a girl. The sensation was wonderful, and my body trembled unconsciously, as if my bone marrow had been drained.

"Are you cold, sir? I'll add some more hot water to you! The girl asked softly.

"Huh! It's a little, it's a little cold. "I trembled even more.

How does it feel when a bucket of boiling water is poured in! I was almost undercooked.

"Almost, it's right, it's right."

I looked up and saw her eyes, which were as clear as spring water, and I couldn't remember seeing them since I graduated from elementary school.

Looking at it, I unconsciously grabbed her hand.

As if she was burned, she quickly retracted her hand, hiding behind her back and not daring to stretch it out.

Not to justify my actions, I just don't understand why she can allow me to stand naked in front of me, serve me to bathe, bathe me, and rub my shoulders, but not accept me touching my fingers?

As a dick, I really don't know much about women.

After freshening up, I saw a slender face in the bronze mirror, although it was not as handsome as the real me, it would be passable. However, he can only get by in the beggars, and he can't get by in front of the king of Pingyang.

Chicken Soup for the Soul always says: God is fair, and when a door is closed for you, a window will be opened for you. But I don't have a house at all, where are the doors and windows? Zhu Wangye lives in a big villa, and there are guards standing guard, the doors and windows are open, he is only in his twenties, and he has been a prince for more than ten years.

At lunch, after drinking two pots of wine alone, the prince took my hand and asked, "What will the princes be like in a few hundred years?" ”

After a few hundred years, there will be no prince, only the second generation of officials, the second generation of rich, the second generation of stars, and the second generation of demolition, so let's replace them in equal amounts!

"It's about the same! Eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, these fine traditions have been carried forward, and on this basis, there are also innovations, such as drag racing, drug abuse, fighting, etc., and life is quite nourishing and tasteful. ”

Poverty limits my imagination, and I know the life of the rich.

"Drag racing, drug use? What are the tricks? ”

"Drag racing is to drive the car fast, and sometimes compare it with each other to see who can run fast, and taking drugs is ......."

"Driving is the driver's craft, why do the princes play? Besides, the car will be very bumpy if it is too fast, and it will be uncomfortable to sit. ”

"A car that will be racing in a few hundred years! It was not a horse-drawn carriage, but a BMW car, which was not horse-drawn, burned gasoline, and ran very fast, four or five hundred miles in an hour. ”

The prince is completely blinded, why is BMW not a horse? When the oil is burning, why does the car run fast, is it that the horse is scared?