Shui San flew out upside down, and a mouthful of blood flew out.

Chen Beijue was a little surprised, he clearly didn't kick anything, how could that person be kicked away, how could he still spurt out a mouthful of blood?

"He actually bullied an old man who was helpless!" In the crowd, someone was indignant.

Shui San seemed to be seriously injured, and he threw himself on the ground for a long time and didn't get up, so everyone surrounded him, stopped Chen Beijue by the way, and refused to let him go.

Above the restaurant facing the street, the three-story pavilion happens to be able to see the scene here.

The wisteria woven chair, dyed with a faint fragrance, is a person wearing an aqua green robe, lying crookedly on the chair. Next to her, a person sits upright, with white clothes fluttering, like a fairy, and her posture is simply worlds apart.

On the other side, a girl was dressed in a light-pigmented dress, with no dark lines and no accessories, only a magnolia white flower on the sideburns, holding a cup, and looking at the person at the bottom of the restaurant for a moment.

Another person, a Confucian in black clothes and red shirts, carrying a teapot, also looked fixedly at the scene below, as if he was a little surprised and didn't know what to say.

The good drama is still going on.

Shui San raised his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said sadly: "Heaven will kill me, I hope I will not be a good person in the next life!" ”

Chen Beijue flicked his sleeves, turned his head, and ordered someone to disperse the onlookers, and he wanted to leave this place of smoke and miasma.

The trouble actually came to his head, it was too much!

But everyone didn't seem to be far away, no matter how Chen Beijue's guards managed, there was no way to open a way for Chen Beijue.

Chen Beijue's temper came up, and he just wanted to drink, but he didn't want anyone to have a louder voice than him.

"Daddy! Daddy! A pretty girl dressed in white ran out of an alley, holding Shui San, mourning, "Dad, Dad......"

The last sound was soft and weak, and it actually made everyone shed a lot of tears.

"Something." Chen Beijue only felt unlucky.

He felt that these were the two people who came to touch porcelain. In other words, they were all sent by someone to add to his blockage.

He wanted to leave, but finally pushed away the crowd, but saw the little girl kneeling in front of him with a 'bang', crying pear blossoms with rain: "Master, master, don't be angry." ”

Chen Beijue looked at this girl's face and always felt a little familiar.

Upstairs, Zhao Xiangling sat up.

Here's the highlight. She turned her head and said to Li Ruiqing: "Among the few maids, Qingfeng is the most able to cry, whether this matter is successful or not, it all depends on her." ”

Qingfeng is indeed very capable of crying.

Her tears fell like beads with broken threads, falling one string after another, and there seemed to be no end.

She dragged Chen Beijue's clothes with one hand, supported the ground with the other, and kept kowtowing: "Master, master." My dad is crazy, don't take what he says to heart, sir. ”

Chen Beijue wanted to slap her to death.

He gritted his teeth and held back, asking himself not to bother with her. Horizontally and vertically, when she finishes crying, she can leave by herself.

Unexpectedly, Shui San got up from the ground again and scolded: "Chen Da, you are just a thing that turned out of the garbage, what kind of goods do you really think you are?" In vain I have done this to you, and you have done this to my poor son! ”

These words were coherent and clear, and many people already knew the news, gathered in small groups, and whispered:

"It turned out to be him. I've heard people say before that this old man is very pitiful. ”

"Who's to say it isn't? raised a son, and actually killed his own son. ”

Someone craned his neck and questioned, "Is there such a thing?" ”

"Why not? Let me tell you, there are a lot of such things, and Zuo is just a division of family property. ”

Someone sneered: "Family property, look at the old man's appearance, what kind of family property can he have." ”

"Who's to say no? It's just for a broken grass house, and there are also people who fight for their heads and blood. ”

The discussion of everyone became louder and louder, and gradually reached Chen Beijue's ears.

Chen Beijue's face can already be described as black charcoal.

Especially when someone asked: "The eldest son of the Chen family, isn't it said that he is also an adopted son?" ”

Some people know about this, and some people don't. But those who don't know are still in the majority.

"How is that possible? How could Chen Dagongzi be an adopted son. ”

Immediately someone answered, "How not?" I remember when I was young, almost everyone in the capital saw the eldest lady of the Chen family with a drag oil bottle and returned to the gate of the Chen family. ”

This incident can be said to be the most humiliating thing for the Chen family.

Originally, when the girl came home, it already made people feel embarrassed.

However, Miss Chen's return home is not just as simple as bringing a child home, she has not held any wedding banquets yet.

She eloped with the same person!

This incident was in a uproar at the time, and almost everyone knew about it, so Chen Beijue's identity could not be concealed at all.

He is Chen Shangshu's adopted son, and almost everyone in the capital knows about it.

Chen Beijue listened to them, his face turned white and blue, and he finally couldn't hold it back, pulled Qingfeng's hair and pushed her away, and said coldly: "What are you crazy about, go aside!" ”

Qingfeng rolled on the ground a few times, and his snow-white clothes were stained with dust. As soon as she settled, she hugged Chen Beijue's shoes and cried: "Master, you can do well, save my father, I just don't have my brother, I can't live without my father!" ”

Chen Beijue looked at her tear-stained face and felt disgusted: "What does this have to do with me." ”

He only cared about his own quick speech, but completely forgot about the angry people around him.

Someone said: "It was you who kicked someone's father, why has nothing to do with you!" ”

Chen Beijue's temper was also not good, and he said angrily: "Did I kick it?" You don't have a doctor in you, don't you know? ”

He reacted quickly, and immediately knew how to avoid his suspicion.

Glancing to the side, he asked people to come closer, but he didn't expect someone to be faster than him.

The man squatted down, pressed Shui San's pulse, and exclaimed, "Not good! Oh no! This heart-wrenching kick is going to kill people, it's going to be fatal! ”

Qingfeng heard this and cried into tears.

"I know this person, he is the sitting doctor in the Jiuhe Hall. The medical skills are very good, and the character is good, so I often go there to get medicine. In the crowd, I don't know who has one more mouth.

Someone immediately chimed in, saying that the doctor's medical skills were really superb.

This time, Chen Beijue didn't even have an explanation.

He forgot one thing: if you want to ask the doctor in the capital which one is stronger, is there anyone who can surpass the Sword Shadow Pavilion?

With Li Ruiqing here, what disease did he have, what kind of foot did he suffer, how long can he live, is it difficult to let others have the final say?

Sure enough, Shui San's face quickly deteriorated.

Qingfeng cried and crawled over, holding Shui San's arm and crying: "Dad, Dad." Daughters are not filial, daughters are not filial......"

Shui San tried his best to open his eyes, raised his hand to touch Qingfeng's face, but his hand trembled when he raised it in the air, and then his eyes rolled and he didn't move.

The doctor shook his head and patted Qingfeng's shoulder: "Girl, the festival is smooth." ”