Although Sima Xianglu used a trick to rectify the bullies, he also offended Zhuo Wenjun.

"Stinky thing, what nonsense are you talking about, what my father's maid? Let you speak. Zhuo Wenjun whipped Xiang Lu angrily.

"Miss, I was wrong, why are you so atmospheric."

Wen Jun was tired, and there was faint blood flowing out of Xiang Lu's body.

"You get out of Zhuo's Mansion for me, get out of Zhuo's Mansion."

"Yes, miss, but my house ......," Xiang Lu said with joy in his heart.

"You give me to wander the streets, hurry up and get out."

Sima Xiang Lu saw that Zhuo Wenjun was so angry, so he stopped insisting and retreated.

Aunt Chun saw that Xiang Lu had packed up her baggage, took out twenty taels of silver and gave it to him, and said, "Xiang Lu, you shouldn't talk about the old man and the maid." ”

"Why?" Xiang Lu said confusedly.

"Don't ask more, this money is enough for you to support you for a while, you better go back to Chang'an."

Sima Xiang Lu Gang was about to take the silver taels, and said outside the door: "Go back to Chang'an, you will stay in Chengdu City, waiting to starve to death." ”

As soon as Xiang Lu saw the eldest lady, Wen Jun came over and grabbed the silver taels, and pulled Aunt Chun away.

As a result, Sima Xianglu became a veritable orphan and really had no home.

Sima Xianglu decided to find a job to do, but wherever he went to apply, the boss was so frightened that he closed the door and wanted to get out of the city, but the guards drove him back.

Sima Xianglu knew that it must be Zhuo Wenjun's troublemaker, otherwise, who would have had a holiday with him.

Sima Xianglu turned his heart sideways, and played it on the street with a burned piano, and it was really a beautiful young man with a dashing demeanor, with a leisurely and beautiful piano sound, and after a while, the crowd gathered, and the reward of a text was like rain, and he was finally able to solve some food and clothing.

At night, Sima Xianglu slept in the ruined temple and covered his body with thatch.

I heard the sound of the wind blowing outside the door, and the wooden door clanging. Sima Xianglu was still lying there.

"How did you take my place?"

Sima Xiang Lu looked at the face, a female ghost with a cloak, her red tongue sticking out of her elder, and her voice was hoarse and terrifying. Xiang Lu continued to sleep, ignoring her.

"You mortal are so bold, I'm going to eat you."

Xiang Lu stretched out his foot and said, "Please." ”

Seeing this, the female ghost hurriedly pushed away and said, "I'm so angry, I'm going to kill you." ”

"Don't pretend, Miss, I'm too familiar with the smell of you."

When Wen Jun heard this, she was ashamed and angry, flicked her hair, spit out her fake tongue, and said, "You are looking for death, death pervert, what does I smell like?" ”

Xiang Lu didn't want to deal with her at all, and thought: How can there be such an unreasonable woman in the world?

So Xiang Lu Yi turned over, swiped his hand with the trend, and accidentally touched Wen Jun's buttocks.

Immediately afterwards, in the temple, there was a crackling and a wild beating.

Sima Xianglu covered his aching body, and 10,000 "bad luck" flew by in his heart.

"Stinky thing, you should have chopped off your hands a long time ago."

"I wasn't careful."

"If you had done it on purpose, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Sima Xiang Lu admitted that he was unlucky, and muttered, "Why is it so ghostly? ”

Wen Jun was beaten again, and after the beating, Wen Jun left comfortably.

Every day after that, Sima Xianglu looked everywhere, constantly avoiding Wen Jun, afraid of meeting her.

A month has passed, and the bosses of Chengdu City have forgotten Wenjun's instructions, and some people have begun to hire Sima Xianglu, after all, everyone knows that Xiang Lu has excellent character, but he offended Miss Zhuo's family, so he fell into bad luck.

Wen Jun pretended to wander around, but she never saw Sima Xianglu, and she felt a special sense of loss.

"Where's the stupid one?"