"This junk food is only eaten by pigs!"

Song Qingyun and Dou Bao brushed their heads together, and found that the one who was laughing at them was a twelve or thirteen-year-old young man in brocade, with a bright red gem pinned to the bun on the top of his head.

Qingyun frowned, this kind of pampered child, I don't know how thick the sky is, what does my son want to eat, what does he care? Did he spend his money?

She turned her head and paid the boss a few copper plates to buy two fried cakes, and pulled Doubao to another place.

The little boy in brocade found that he was being ignored, and glared angrily at the little guy on the side.

"Alas, stop, didn't you hear my son-in-law speak?" The little guy is also a dog who looks down on people, and they all say that what kind of master raises what kind of dog, and he wants to step forward and pull Qingyun's sleeve, which is completely annoying.

When he met the bear child, Qingyun wanted to teach him a few lessons, but this bear child was obviously a rich second generation or an official second generation, and if he was more serious with them, he was abusing himself.

She glanced at the little boy and said with a cold face, "Are you talking to us?" ”

The little boy in brocade raised his chin proudly, looking high.

"I said you hillbillies from the countryside haven't seen fried cakes?"

"yes, I haven't seen it, can't I?" Qingyun replied funny.

"If the little boy stopped us just to express this, then we are taught, there is nothing else, we are leaving."

The little boy didn't expect that Song Qingyun was not afraid of him at all, and he could choke people to death when he spoke, so he kicked his little guy angrily, and the dog slave blocked Song Qingyun's way, and with a "snap", he directly interrupted the fried cake in Doubao's hand, and the hot filling inside collapsed, and a few drops splashed on Doubao's delicate little hands.

"Mother, it hurts!" Dou Bao shook his little hand in pain, and Song Qingyun quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe him.

"What are you doing?"

She asked angrily, turned around and glanced at Su Yi, Su Yi didn't say a word, and went up with a slap in the face, which directly knocked the little guy unconscious.

"You, you, you ......"

The little boy in brocade didn't expect that someone would dare to slap his slave on the street, or he was knotted by Suyi's fierce and frightened tongue, and stared at Song Qingyun speechless in shock.

After Suyi finished beating people, he left without raising his head.

"Hey, little master, why are your subordinates so unreasonable? Why did you knock out the oil cake in my son's hand? ”

The child was still frightened, ignoring Song Qingyun's questioning, and Song Qingyun took the opportunity to take Doubao to the nearest hospital.

Jiang Jue, who was hiding in the shadows, waved his hand at the void, and soon someone was heading towards the outskirts of the city.

If he remembers correctly, the person who embarrassed the little master of Doubao on the street was the youngest son of Wang Huai's family, a waiter in the Ministry of Rites, and was born to a favorite concubine.

A concubine born to a concubine dared to provoke the prince's little son, this is still at the feet of the Son of Heaven, which shows that the security here is hell for the poor.

When the boy found that his little boy had fallen to the ground and had gone out without anyone else with him, he sat down crying in anger and soon disturbed the soldiers patrolling nearby.

The waiter's family got the letter and rushed over, and the little girl also woke up, but his face was beaten and deformed, half of his teeth were knocked out, and he was scolded by the little boy, and he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"What about the man who wounded you?" The squire is also a blind man, obviously the injured is the little guy, he pulls his son to look left and right, his face is nothing but snot and tears, where is the injury?

The kid is also a bastard, insisting that he was threatened by a woman with a child, and insulted him, and found a fierce woman to beat his little guy into a cripple, Wang Shilang directly stabbed the matter in front of Jing Zhaoyin, saying that if he didn't catch the perpetrator, he went to the palace to complain, so angry that Jing Zhaoyin almost turned his face with him on the spot.

Besides, Qingyun, who came to the medical hall to give Doubao medicine, actually met Han Xuan who was visiting a friend there, and saw Doubao coming in crying, Han Xuan hurriedly stepped forward in fright to ask what happened.

The owner of the medical hall is Han Xuan's best friend for many years, and when he heard that Qingyun and his wife were bullied by an eleven or twelve-year-old child, he sighed and said, "Alas, Madame should be a dumb loss, any brightly dressed boy and young lady on this street can't afford to offend!" ”

Song Qingyun didn't speak, fortunately, the burn was not serious, and after applying some scald cream, Doubao didn't feel any pain.

The kid lay on Qingyun's shoulder, Han Xuan saw this, said goodbye to his old friend, and accompanied Song Qingyun to Fumanlou.

As soon as she stepped on the threshold of Fumanlou, Song Qingyun felt that she should flip through the yellow calendar when she went out today.

The squire's son, who had let the evil minions bully Doubao before, was sitting by the window eating.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?" Han Xuan noticed that she was stepping back, her expression was still a little unnatural, so he asked curiously.

"Steward Han, did you see the children over there? It was he who instructed his minions to beat Doubao. ”

Han Xuan followed his gaze and looked over, and the little boy happened to look up, and saw the frightened Song Qingyun at a glance.

"Dad, it's her, it's her who embarrassed the child and threatened to beat the child, you can avenge me!"

There weren't many guests in the lobby, and the child's exaggerated shouting immediately drew everyone's attention to the door.

Song Qingyun wanted to scold the street angrily, isn't this the wicked suing first? She doesn't want to cause trouble, but it doesn't mean that she is afraid of things, when did she say that she was going to hit him?

Directly sent him a white eye, Song Qingyun dragged Doubao upstairs, and as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by several guards with knives.

Wang Shilang's eyes were a little swollen, his body was also a little swollen, and before he opened his mouth to speak, there was a faint stench in the exhaled breath, Song Qingyun handed Doubao to Han Xuan behind him, staring at him coldly.

"You beat my son?"

Wang Shilang found that he had to tilt his head to talk to Qingyun, and he became angry and shouted to the guards behind him, "Pull her down for me and talk on her knees!" ”

Han Xuan's body moved, wanting to stop the guard's rude move, but at this time, the big shopkeeper of Fumanlou hurriedly ran over, nodded and said.

"Lord Wang, when did you come here? There is a private room upstairs, so please go upstairs and have a cup of tea. ”

"Fuck off, do you think I'm in the mood for tea right now? My son has been beaten by this woman who doesn't have long eyes, can I swallow this breath? ”

Song Qingyun sneered, his cold gaze swept over the boy who was gloating not far away, and the frightened child quickly buried his head under the table.

"My lord, where did I beat your son?"

"Bold, a woman dares to question the adult, why don't you kneel down and ask the adult for forgiveness!" The butler behind Wang Shilang was a fake tiger.

The shopkeeper of Fumanlou glanced at Doubao, who still had tears on his face, and the ointment on his hands, and understood in his heart that the squire's son was bullying.

This happened elsewhere, he naturally ignored it, but the business purpose of Fumanlou is not allowed to fight in the store, one side is the powerful waiter, and the other side is the powerless lady and child, he wants to help this lady get justice, but which onion is he? Dare to compete with Lord Squire?

"My lord, you dissipate your anger, I have a new batch of good West Lake Longjing here, and I am thinking of finding a chance to send it to you, you can go upstairs with me, help the little one taste it, and see how it tastes?"