"Get out of here, stinky beggar, the inner city is not something that people like you can enter!" The guards at the inner city gate directly pushed Zhang Zihong aside.

The imperial capital is divided into the outer city and the inner city, the most central is the imperial palace, outside the palace is the so-called inner city, that is, where the nobles live, and the outer city is where the commoners live, beggars, beggars can only be driven out of the city.

"Do you know who my father is? When I return to the mansion, I will definitely let my father beat you to death!" The inner city in front of him was in front of him, how could Zhang Zihong see his hopes dashed, and he was still stopped by a guard who usually nodded to him.

"Who do you care who you are, a lame beggar who wears a helmet, do you believe that I will let you eat in prison for the rest of your life?" The guard looked at Zhang Zihong very arrogantly, a beggar dressed in tatters, I don't know how many beggars want to blend into the inner city every day, "You still beat me to death, believe it or not, I beat you to the other foot!"

"Adults are angry, adults are angry, children are not sensible, children are not sensible, he has a problem with his brain, adults must not be like children. The old beggar hurriedly pulled Zhang Zihong aside.

Watching the old beggar pull Zhang Zihong away, the guard scolded a few more times, and Zhang Zihong, who listened, couldn't help but feel angry.

"No, I must enter the inner city!" Zhang Zihong thought for a while, feeling that he had to enter the inner city, if he didn't enter the inner city, who knew what would happen.

Just as Zhang Zihong was about to rush inside, the old beggar stopped Zhang Zihong: "Don't be impulsive, I don't know how many people want to rush into the inner city every year, many people are buried in mass graves outside the city, if you don't want to die......"

"I don't believe they dare to kill me, I'm the son of the duke, the son of the duke!" Zhang Zihong had almost lost his mind, and the duke's palace in front of him was not far from the city gate, through the city gate, Zhang Zihong could see the two stone statues sitting at the door of his house.

"Who knows!" the old beggar scolded coldly, dragging Zhang Zihong to a corner where no one was, "Who knows that you are the son of the duke, look at your own appearance, even if you say that you are the crown prince of the dynasty, who knows, who will believe you!"

The old beggar's reprimand made Zhang Zihong stunned in place.

"But...... I really am the son of the Duke!"

Zhang Zihong, who muttered these words, collapsed to the ground weakly, all because of the helmet on his head, all because of the damn teacher in Luoshui City, all ......

A crystal tear flowed from the corner of Zhang Zihong's eyes, he thought that everything could be over, he could return to the house after dawn, and then let people take off their helmets, find a doctor for treatment, and sleep well, as if nothing had happened.

However, now that everything is over, he knows that the inner city will not let beggars in, he has seen the scene where the guards directly beat the beggars to death, but he is unwilling, unwilling!

"If you give up now, then you really don't have any hope!" Looking at Zhang Zihong who collapsed on the ground, the old beggar said with some hatred.

"But now I ...... What can I do?" Zhang Zihong sat up dementedly, touched the helmet on his head helplessly with his right hand, as if in hatred, and hammered the helmet a few times with his hand.

Inflicted on himself, Zhang Zihong once again felt the stinging pain in his head, and blood came out again.

"Cheer up, as long as people are or, there is still hope!" Looking at Zhang Zihong, who was snorting bitterly, the old beggar grabbed his hand.

"Hope, what hope can there be...... I can't even go home, what else can I do......" Zhang Zihong said with some despair.

"At least you're alive, you're young!" the old beggar comforted.

"Huh...... Alive, I might as well be dead now. Zhang Zihong smiled bitterly, with this appearance, what hope can he have for the future?

The old beggar shook his head solemnly and said: "Your biggest predicament now is nothing more than a broken hand and foot, and a helmet on your head that cannot be removed. ”

"Easier said than done!"

"Very easy!"

The old beggar's words made Zhang Zihong a little surprised.

"As long as you have enough money saved, you can go to the doctor to connect your hands and feet, as long as you have enough money and a helmet, are you afraid that others will not help you take it off?" said the old beggar very clearly.

"But, can I make money like this?" Zhang Zihong said uncertainly.

"And me, I'll help you!" said the old beggar with a smile and a nod.

"Thanks... Thank you!" Zhang Zihong didn't know why the old beggar in front of him was helping him so much, if it weren't for him, he would probably be dead......

Once again, the gaze shifted to noon on Monday.

Fang Bai didn't embarrass Ye Shen, at noon, let Ye Shen do three hundred squats and let him go, and when the matter of Zama Bu was in class in the afternoon, he listened to the class while listening to Zama Bu.

As for the 1,000-word review, it must be written, and if you haven't written a review during your reading period, then you will find that your memory seems to be a flash except for reading, why? Because you are a good boy, you may occasionally have a crush on your long-haired tablemate, and then think about the beautiful class flower, and there is nothing else left.

On the way to dinner with the children, the children lowered their heads without saying a word.

Perhaps understanding that his actions in the morning might have caused some bad impressions, Fang Bai took the initiative to stop, and then squatted down and looked at the child: "What's wrong, why are you unhappy today?"

Luo Xue raised her head and looked at Fang Bai, she didn't know what to say, she was struggling, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Uncle teacher, if we do something wrong in the future, will you treat us like that?"

"Hmm...... This is this!" Fang Bai deliberately fell silent, and then pinched the child's face: "Of course not!"

"Really... Really?" Luo Xue said in surprise.

"Of course it's true, it doesn't matter when the teacher speaks!" Fang Bai rubbed the child's little head angrily.

"But uncle, you are really terrifying this morning, and that bearded uncle is also terrifying!" Hearing Fang Bai's affirmation, Luo Xue trusted Fang Bai unconditionally.

"Those are all fakes, children can't say it, in fact, those are fake, they are deliberate. Fang Bai whispered mysteriously.

"Is it fake?" Luo Xue frowned.

"Because Zhang Zihong is so disobedient, he is more disobedient than Li Zicheng, the teacher has no choice but to pretend to scare him!" Fang Bai explained helplessly.

If Zhang Zihong was here, he would definitely hold a forty-meter-long knife and compare it to Fang Bai and said: "I scared your sister, is it so scary? Don't say that I bullied you, let you run thirty-nine meters first!"

"But it's really terrifying!" Luo Xue said with her little tongue sticking out.

"Acting must be real, if you know it's fake, then it's useless, right?"

"Hmm!" The child smiled and squinted and nodded, as long as he knew that his uncle and teacher had not changed, Luo Xue was very happy.

Fang Bai, who finally coaxed the children to be happy, said that it was not easy, although this was just a scene, but this scene was sometimes very difficult to perform.

"Don't say it, children, otherwise those naughty classmates won't be afraid of the teacher. ”

(Li Zicheng: "Why are you going to lie to the ghosts, who is not afraid of you? Who is not afraid of you? Just ask, before Zhang Zihong came, who else dared to do anything with you? Yes? You touched your conscience and said, "Is there any?")