Seeing that Ah San was stumbling and didn't say a reason for a long time, Zheng Sen was a little angry, and his tone became bad.

"My father is also a general soldier of the party, and he has a knighthood, living in this Luoma Hutong not to mention for the time being, and he was splashed with feces and urine in front of the door. Ordinary people are still intolerable, why are you accustomed to it? What is the rationale for this? What the hell is going on? Say!"

He was so furious that Ah San didn't dare to speak, and lowered his head and begged for mercy:

"Young master, I really can't say, tomorrow when the old man wakes up, you ask him. For now, please follow me in first, or the master will blame me when he turns around."

Zheng Sen saw that he couldn't ask anything from Ah San, so he turned around and planned to ask his uncle, but when he turned around, he saw that there was still the shadow of Zheng Zhibao at the door.

"The master was helped in by Ah Fang."

......

"Lead the way."

Zheng Sen was speechless, sighed and asked Ah San to lead the way in front.

"Okay."

Ah San hurriedly nodded in agreement, leading Zheng Sen inside.

On the other end, Zheng Zhibao had returned to his bedroom, and was sitting at the table drinking tea at the moment.

I vomited just now, but after I vomited, the wine woke up a bit.

Seeing that Zheng Sen was going to break the casserole and ask to the end, Zheng Zhibao was so frightened that he slipped in close to the door.

Alas.

He put down his teacup and sighed wryly.

Through this short period of contact, he found that although Zheng Sen was not very old, he was extremely assertive. The most important thing is that he is very loyal to His Majesty.

I thought that Zheng Sen wouldn't mind his little, but now he has no bottom in his heart.

What to do?

How do you tell Zheng Sen?

Forget it, sleep.

More on that tomorrow.

Another wave of sleepiness came to his heart, and Zheng Zhibao threw himself on the bed.

In the other bedroom, after Zheng Sen washed up briefly, he sat at the table and read a book, but the questions in his heart lingered, but he couldn't see it.

Suddenly, he remembered the letter his father had left for him and hurriedly took it out of his bosom.

By the light, he unfolded the letter and looked at it.

But looking at it, anger appeared on his face, and he read the letter in one breath before he slapped it on the table.

Rebel!

Uncle was actually bewitched by the red-haired ghost, plotted against him, and said such disrespectful words to His Majesty!

Outrageous!

Outrageous!

Zheng Sen was already furious at this time.

He finally figured out why his uncle lived in this Luoma alley, why someone was splashed with feces and urine at the door, and why Ma Fua didn't dare to answer his own questions.

All because his uncle was the sinner who wanted to rebel!

No!

Not uncle!

It's a thief with bad intentions!

Thinking of this, Zheng Sen felt that he couldn't stay at this moment.

He sorted out his little bag, opened the door and walked out.

All the way to the outer courtyard, Ah Fang had already fallen asleep.

Hearing Zheng Sen angrily ask him to open the door, Ah Fang and ran out with his shoes pulled.

"Young master, you, what are you doing?"

Seeing Zheng Sen carrying his schoolbag, Ah Fang stumbled and asked.

"Open the door! I'm going out!"

"Where are you going? Does the lord know?"

"I repeat, open the door!"

Seeing that Ah Fang didn't open the door, Zheng Sen's face was even more angry, staring at Ah Fang like a little leopard, and he had a posture of doing something if he didn't agree with him.

Ah Fang saw Zheng Sen's strength through the lantern in his hand, and took a step back a little nervously.

He heard that this little ancestor was a student in the military academy, and he was still at the top

Mao's top student. I heard that the military academy is full of high-level masters, how bad can this little young master be in front of him? Don't make a move, such as the palm of the god to clean himself up.

"Open it, open it, I'll open it."

Thinking of this, Ah Fang didn't hesitate anymore, took out the key and opened the door for him.

I don't know if it's nervous or deliberately delaying, Ah Fang's movements are very slow.

When the door was opened, the other people in the courtyard rushed over when they heard the commotion.

The coachman, Ah San, knew what was going on, so he quickly ran over and blocked Zheng Sen.

"Young Master, you can't go. I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Don't stop me."

"Young Master, I really can't go."

Zheng Sen didn't want to take his anger out on these innocent people, but seeing that Ah San blocked the way, he didn't stay behind.

I didn't see how he moved, so Ah San fell to the side.

Then he strode out.

The rest of the men and women looked at each other, and Ah San fell to the ground.

it!

What a master!

Ah Fang reacted for a long time, and hurriedly went to see Ah San on the ground.

"Ah San, Ah San, are you dead?"

"you! Get out of the way."

Ah Fang exhaled.

It seems that the young master's Rulai Divine Palm has not yet been practiced to the point of perfection, otherwise Ah San would still have his life.

"Tell the master. What are you doing standing?"

Ah San, who got up from the ground, said anxiously.

Although he has not been working here for a long time, he also has some understanding of Zheng Zhibao's temper, and Zheng Sen ran away and did not stop them, and he estimated that he would be beaten.

Ah Fang also reacted and quickly ran to the backyard.

Bang bang bang ~

"Master, the young master has run away!"

No response.

Bang bang bang ~

"Master, wake up, the young master has run away!"

Zheng Zhibao drank a lot at night, and at this time he was sleeping soundly, and he was dreaming that he was driving the battleship of the First Fleet and exchanging fire with the enemy, when he heard the sound of slamming the door. Frightened, he sat up.

The young master ran away?

Where did the young master come from?

Wrong!

Zheng Sen!

At this time, Zheng Zhibao was completely sleepy, and got up from the bed without wearing shoes.

"Where did the young master go?"

As soon as he opened the door, Zheng Zhibao asked Ah Fang.

"I don't know, I just fell asleep, and the young master asked me to get up and open the door. I didn't dare not open it, and after grinding for a while, Ah San and they also ran over. Ah San didn't let the young master go, but in the blink of an eye, he was knocked down by the young master with the Rulai Divine Palm, and then the young master left. I don't know where I'm going, so I'll come to you, sir."

Ah San.

A sturdy guy in his early twenties couldn't stop ten-year-old Zheng Sen.

If you come to the palm of God?

What's that?

"What are you doing?"

"I..."

Ah Fang didn't know how to answer.

It can't be said that ten-year-old Zheng Sen is a martial arts master, and he didn't dare to move forward, right?

"Rubbish!"

Zheng Zhibao pushed Ah Fang away and ran outside.

After running two steps, I remembered that I hadn't dressed yet, so I ran back into the house and put on my clothes.

"Where did the young master go?"

Ah Fang pointed in the direction of the mouth of the alley.

Zheng Zhibao subconsciously wanted people to go out to find Zheng Sen, but the capital is so big, and these subordinates are not Jinyiwei, where can they find them.

At this point, he had completely calmed down.

With the security of the capital and the identity of Zheng Sen's military academy, it is absolutely impossible for danger to occur.

I'm afraid in a little while, he should go to the British Mansion.

Alas.

It's all about it.