"Yo, my third son, slow down, with your samurai Sanpin's skills, if you accidentally fall while walking, you are likely to fall to death!"

On a gravel-paved path, a black-clothed young man crossed his arms, held his head high, and raised a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the black-clothed young man finished speaking, a burst of laughter sounded from the group of teenagers behind the black-clothed boy as if it had been rehearsed.

"Haha, third son, you have to be careful, if I fall to death, I will lose a baby!"

"Third son, it is recommended that you go out and make a wheelchair in the future, so that you don't have to worry about falling. ”

"I said the third son, how can you risk falling to death today, how can you go out today, just tell the little one to do it!"

Opposite this group of teenagers, a teenager in white was expressionless, with his head down, biting his lip, and a hint of anger in his eyes. Probably because he was too angry, the corner of the young man in white was even bitten out by him A trace of blood.

"Ah San, go and help the third son, don't let the third son of our baby fall to death. The young man in black didn't seem to see the angry light of the young man in white, carelessly, with a hint of laziness in his voice, as if he didn't want to pay attention to the three sons at all.

"Hehe, I'm going to help the third son, the third son of the province fell to death!" the black-clothed young man finished speaking, and a thin young man behind him let out a sinister laugh, replied respectfully to the black-clothed young man, and then walked quickly towards the white-clothed young man.

Seeing Ah San approaching, the young man in white raised his head, his face was expressionless, and he coldly spit out a word in his mouth: "Get out!"

Ah San did not stop because of the scolding of the young man in white, but because of the scolding of the young man in white, his face became a little gloomy, and he accelerated the pace of progress.

"Third son, don't worry, the little one is here to support you!" In an instant, Ah San arrived in front of the young man in white, and then Ah San raised his right hand and slapped the left arm of the young man in white.

When the young man in white saw Ah San patting him, he subconsciously raised his left arm to block Ah San's palm.

Bang!

The young man in white's blocking did not play a big role, after the two arms touched, the young man in white was like a kite with a broken string, and was shot far away by Ah San and fell into the grass next to the gravel path.

"Ah San, what are you doing!" Seeing that the young man in white was shot far away by Ah San, the young man in black picked out a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and then pretended to be angry and scolded Ah San. "Let you go and support the third son, how can you use so much force, you have to know that the third prince is a samurai Sanpin, and he can't withstand the power of your samurai Liupin. ”

"The lesson of Ziming Gongzi is that the little one knows that he is wrong, and next time the little one must master the proportions and not hurt the third son. Ah San replied flatteringly.

"It's good to know, let's go, the eldest prince is still waiting for us in the Scholar Garden to discuss the second lady's birthday banquet. After speaking, he didn't even look at the white-clothed young man who was lying in the grass, and led a young man behind him along the gravel path towards the distance.

Until the back of the young man in black disappeared, the young man in white lay in the grass and did not get up.

The young man in white closed his eyes tightly, and faintly, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, as if a teardrop was condensing. And there was a trace of scarlet blood at the corner of his mouth, which was caused by the young man named Ah San just now slapping the young man in white.

Due to the excessive force of the clenched fists, the nails had already been deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the palms, and the young man in white did not seem to feel the pain, still clenched his fists and refused to let go.

"Ahh

After a long time, the young man in white sighed, got up and patted the dust on his body, took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, wiped the corners of his mouth and the blood stains on his body, and then stuffed the white handkerchief into his arms.

"The third son of the Luo family..." The young man in white shook his head and smiled bitterly. "What a great irony!" the young man in white walked slowly along the gravel path, with too much helplessness in his back・・・・・・

"The third son is good!"

"Why did the third prince have the leisure to go out for a walk today?"

"Third son, where are you going?"

“・・・・・・”

The young man in white walked through the house, and there were many people greeting and greeting him along the way, and the young man in white also responded with a smile on his face. However, when the young man in white left, these subordinates would shake their heads and sigh, as if they had infinite pity for the young man in white.

Some of the subordinates even gathered together in twos and threes to discuss it specifically for the white-clothed teenagers who didn't go out often.

"The third son is so good, he never beats and scolds his subordinates, unlike other sons, who beat and scold his subordinates all day long, I heard that two days ago, the eldest son was angry two days ago, and almost beat Ah Kang to a disability, and now Ah Kang can't get out of bed and walk!"

"Shhhh

"However, then again, although the third prince is very good, but he has an irreparable defect, I heard that the head of the family spent a lot of money and hired one of the best miracle doctors in the Great Song Empire to cure the third prince. ”

"It's a pity, the third son is such a good person, eighty percent of the innate meridians are broken, and the remaining two percent are only one-tenth of the thickness of a normal person, and the cultivation of sixteen years day and night has only reached the realm of the three grades of the samurai!"

Although the young man in white is only a samurai, the discussion of the subordinates still can't escape the ears of the young man in white, but the young man in white doesn't pay attention to those who discuss him, but still moves forward to greet the other subordinates.

It's just that when no one is around, thinking of his own situation, the corners of the young man in white have a trace of helpless bitterness on the corner of his mouth...

I don't know if it's because I don't want to hear the discussion of the people, the young man in white is faster, passing through the edge of the house, and after a while, the figure of the young man in white appears in the center of the house.

Compared with the remote area of the house, there are gradually more houses here, and the architecture of the houses is also a lot more exquisite, and it is obvious that the people who live here are all important people who have settled down.

After turning around, the young man in white came to a door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, and then stood still and waited for a response from the room.

"Who?" After a while, a crisp girl's voice came from the room.

"It's me, Luo Qinghan!" Hearing a crisp voice in the room, the young man in white rarely showed a soft smile and responded.

"Third brother, why are you here?" After the young man in white answered, a surprised voice was evident in the room, but then there was excitement and surprise in the voice. "Third brother, you wait for me, I'll come out right away. ”

Crunch!

Soon, the door to the room was opened from the inside, and when the door was opened, a petite figure jumped out of the room.

Jumping out of the room was a young girl, she was about thirteen or fourteen years old, her big eyes were full of the agility that a girl should have, the short blue skirt reflected the playfulness of a girl, and the long hair of the shawl gave her a touch of feminine charm.

Looking at the girl who jumped out of the room, the young man in white showed a doting smile, then scratched the girl's nose with his hand, and said loudly: "Why, can't I come?"

"If you can come, why can't you come, the third brother is a rare guest, I really can't ask for it to come to see me. The girl pulled the young man in white and smiled playfully.

"Third brother, this time..." The girl raised her head and looked at the white-clothed young man named Luo Qinghan, and was about to ask a question, but suddenly saw the blood stains on the corner of the young man's mouth that had not been wiped off, and even became angry and irritable.

"Is it Luo Ziming again? Isn't the lesson I gave him last time enough!" "You see I'm not going to break his leg this time!" the girl said and rushed towards the door in a fierce manner despite the answer of the young man in white.

"Ling'er, don't go, it's not Luo Ziming, I accidentally fell it!" Seeing that the girl was about to rush to find Luo Ziming to settle accounts, the white-clothed young man named Luo Qinghan rushed to the front of the girl with an arrow step, blocking the girl's way forward, and said loudly.

"Third brother, do you really think I'm a three-year-old child? Even if you only have the three grades of samurai, you won't bleed if you fall!" the girl asked as she stared at the young man in white.

Looking at the angry girl, Luo Qinghan shook his head and said loudly: "Ling'er, it's useless, even if you help me get angry this time, but what about the next time, what about the next time... You can't help me get angry for the rest of your life! Last time, I was already punished by the family because you helped me get angry, and this time I definitely don't want to see you punished by the family again because of me." ”

"Third brother, are you going to leave it at that?" Hearing the young man's words, the girl gradually calmed down and asked the young man in white in a loud voice.

"Otherwise, with the skills of my samurai Sanpin, do you want to challenge his little martial artist Erpin? Or go and report to the family and tell the people of the family that Luo Ziming used a subordinate to insult me, and I Luo Qinghan is not even as good as a subordinate of Luo Ziming?" Luo Qinghan said with a self-deprecating smile.

"I'm a waste, a waste recognized by the family, I really don't want to make a big deal out of it, making it big will only make the people in the family laugh, and in the end I am the only one who is looked down upon. After Luo Qinghan finished speaking, the corners of his mouth once again showed a bitter smile, which seemed to be self-deprecating and sad.

"Third brother..." Hearing the explanation of the young man in white, the girl was speechless and didn't know how to refute.

"Ling'er, I came this time to tell you that I won't be attending the birthday banquet that the family will hold for you tomorrow, so I'll give you a birthday gift in advance. As he spoke, Luo Qinghan reached into his arms and took out a purple hairpin and handed it to the girl.

"What a beautiful hairpin, thank you third brother!" After taking the hairpin, the girl immediately laughed, and the laughter was like a silver bell, which was pleasant to hear.

"The third brother doesn't have much money to buy you other gifts, just like this hairpin made of purple jade. Seeing the girl's happy appearance, Luo Qinghan showed a heartfelt smile.

"Okay, I still have something to do, let's go first!" While the girl's attention was still on the hairpin, and before the girl had time to react, Luo Qinghan turned around and left.

And when the girl reacted, all that was left for the girl was a back of Luo Qinghan.

Looking at the lonely and gloomy back of Luo Qinghan, the girl sighed inexplicably, and the back of the young man in white suddenly appeared in her mind every time she left, it seemed that he was so lonely and bleak, and he had never changed.