Speaking of this, he was angry, obviously he was seriously injured, and he was beaten under his own mother's hands, and he didn't trouble them yet! They actually dared to come to the door, one mouth is a hundred taels, it's really shameless!

Zhao Tianbao walked away and did not forget to take away the sack, and vowed not to let him take advantage of it.

Xiaohuzi lay on the ground like a dead dog, and he didn't bother to resist in the end. Except for the kick at the beginning, the rest was slapped in the ass, which made him even more embarrassed! Obviously there is nothing wrong with him! If it weren't for this Zhao Tianbao, he wouldn't have brought them here! Obviously, Li Chaolu's slut refuses to give cloth, he has the ability to find her!

Xiaohuzi leaned against the wall and stood up with his ass pouted, the ass was so swollen that he felt pain when he walked a step. Looking at Zhao Tianbao's arrogant back, thinking of the hundred taels of silver he had just lifted, he angrily smashed it against the wall.

"It's all a bunch of dogs looking down on people!"

Then one sat down unsteadily, just as his butt hit the ground, and a scream like killing a pig instantly sounded in the alley.

As soon as Zhao Tianbao came out of the alley, he felt that he heard a burst of heavenly sounds, remembering the time when he couldn't sleep for half a month, and the resentment in his heart was dissipated a lot, and he was comfortable.

Because he had taught people a lesson, he was angry, and he walked with the wind, humming a little song, and stepped into the door of the house with one foot, and a gray-brown ruler seven inches long and an inch wide was lying in front of him, less than an inch away.

He swallowed his saliva and wanted to lift his feet out, but he was grabbed by the back of the neck, and as soon as he lifted it, he entered the door with both feet, and the door behind him was also closed tightly at this moment. With the last dull thud of the door closing, his small body also shook.

As soon as his bones were weak, he threw himself into the legs of the person in front of him, hugged her skirt and didn't let go, and said coquettishly: "Mother! Do you want to be lighter? ”

…………

The other side.

Shunzi Yiyan stood outside the Qiong Feast School with three horses with an excellent appearance but a tattered Tianyun yarn that had already been stepped on, and the students returned from the outside one after another, and the Qiong Feast Hall was also famous in the border city, and the students were of different ages, and it was inevitable to take a few more glances when they saw him.

The cool breeze blows slowly from the lake on the right side with the light fragrance of willow trees, the lake is a blue color, and on the branches of a few willow trees growing on the side, there are still a little yellow but still a little green willow leaves, low stirring in the water. Looking up, it is a tall building built on the water. A large part of the Qiong Feast School Hall is built near the water, and the scenery is beautiful, which can be called a must.

The green tiles of the roof shone softly in the winter sun, and Junko stood in front of the gate with a straight waist, ignoring the eyes of others, and I don't know how long it took for a middle-aged man in a gray robe to come forward with his beard twisted.

"Little offspring, are you here to study?"

Junzi took a step forward, his back slightly bent and looked very polite, but his tone was not half flattering, "Sir, is this Qiong Feast Academy's student?" ”

The middle-aged man bowed his head and said euphemistically: "However, the selection of students by this Qiong Feast Academy is generally in the Spring and Autumn Period. ”

He saw that Shunzi was not very old, and there were students of his age in the school, and he was holding a generous gift in his hand, thinking that he was here to apprentice.

"The juniors are here to find Mr. Song."

"Mr. Song is the most upright and the least flattering, if you go in like this, maybe you will be kicked out by him." The middle-aged man glanced at him, "If you really want to find the back door, why don't you go to Mr. Chen, he is Mr. Song's wife and brother and has a high voice in the academy, if you take something to find him, this matter will not be able to escape." ”

Junzi looked at him fixedly, and was silent for a long time before he sighed as if he was resigned to his fate, remembering that Chaolu had explained that he should be polite. However, the scholar is sour and corrupt, and there is a lot of nonsense, so asking him to go to the house to expose the tiles and ask him to deal with these literati is really embarrassing for him.

"I'm not here to ......"

"Who's there!"

Junko wanted to explain clearly, when he heard a male voice not far away interrupt him. He looked at the man who was pacing slowly, and only felt that he had a more headache, and even if he didn't have one, he would add another one.

The middle-aged man looked happy, pointed at the man and said, "That's Mr. Chen." ”

Junzi's temper came up, and he didn't bother to wait for the man to come, so he walked straight towards him, without waiting for him to speak, and said in one breath, "I want to see Mr. Song, not to study, but to see him." ”

Mr. Chen looked at him, "What do you have in your hands?" ”

"Sky Cloud Yarn." Shunzi said: "If I am the shopkeeper, I will take this Tianyun yarn to Mr. Song......" to ask for an explanation.

When Mr. Chen heard Tianyun Yarn, he wondered how Song Wenyin could afford to buy these, but if he hadn't bought them...... He looked Shunzi up and down, and intuitively felt that there was fat meat coming to the door again, and his face instantly smiled into a chrysanthemum, "I'll take you there." ”

If he doesn't ask for himself, then he can ask for others, bring such a generous courtesy, and he is so angry that he blows his beard and glares, his road is impassable, and he will naturally find himself, and when the time comes, it will not all go into his pocket.

Mr. Chen thought in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and his face, which usually looked a little gloomy, also became a little warm under the sun.

The Qiong Feast School Museum occupies a vast area, the scenery is unique, Shunzi did not glance around, crossed a covered bridge, he arrived at Mr. Song's residence, surrounded by clear water on all sides, it is a good place to enjoy the scenery.

"Mr. Song estimated that he was practicing calligraphy at this time." Mr. Chen turned to him and said, "Give me the things first, and I'll help you bring them in first." ”

Junko had nothing to do, except for the wooden plaque, and the rest was handed over to him, waiting alone outside.

Mr. Chen took something, lifted the curtain, and sure enough, he saw an old man studying ink and calligraphy in front of the table, so he slowed down, approached slowly, and put the thing on his desk, "Brother-in-law, ......"

"Take it!"

Without waiting for Mr. Chen to say anything, Song Wenyin directly pursed his face, glanced at the things on the desk in a vain manner, frowned, and said two words sternly.

Mr. Chen is accustomed to it, but the procedure that should be taken is still to be followed, and he put the remaining letter beside him, "Everyone is here, even if you don't like it, after reading the letter, the scolding is more reasonable." ”

Song Wenyin was so angry by his words that he put down his pen and scolded: "What is reasonable, I don't have ...... if I don't look at and scold him" He caught a glimpse of the words on the envelope, and immediately put out the fire, trembling lightly and picking up the envelope on the table, with a somewhat strange expression.

"Brother-in-law?" Mr. Chen felt that his reaction was a little abnormal, and opened his mouth to call, "Is there a problem with this letter?" ”

"No, it's just ...... this word" Song Wenyin put his hand on the word in the middle of the envelope, leaving these words without a beginning or end, and pondered for a moment before continuing: "It's beautiful." ”

“？”

Without waiting for Mr. Chen to ask, Song Wenyin carefully tore open the envelope, and when he saw that there were only six simple words in it, his face turned pale with anger, and he pointed to the beautifully packaged things on the desk with trembling hands, "Yuze, who sent this?" ”

"Open, open it for me."