Zheng Sen did not go to the British Mansion as Zheng Zhibao expected.

Instead, he ran straight out of the city before the curfew began and the city gate was not closed.

At this time, he had completely calmed down.

Going to the British Mansion, naturally, is impossible.

It's late at night, and his pride doesn't allow it.

He studied loyalty and patriotism in school all day long, but his uncle was going to rebel, and he still had the face to see people when this matter got out?

How to be this squad leader?

How can this head of the dormitory be?

How to be a big brother?

How do you bring your little brother?

Let the squad leader of the next class see it, and he may not know how to arrange him!

When he left the city, the soldiers guarding the city saw that he was young and still carrying a schoolbag from the military academy, so they asked a few questions with concern. Knowing that he was going back to school, he also proposed to send a fast horse to send him, but Zheng Sen refused.

He wanted to be quiet.

Inside and outside the city, there were naturally two worlds, and then by moonlight, he walked along the cement road in the direction of the military academy.

The distance was not far, but the walk was very slow, and he didn't deliberately hurry, and by the time he arrived at the gate of the military academy, it was already the second half of the night.

This way, I walked for more than three hours, and the sky was already white.

Rao is Zheng Sen is determined no matter how determined, he is already exhausted at this time.

Before he could get closer, the soldiers on duty spotted Zheng Sen and walked out of the shadows quickly.

"What class are you from?" Isn't it Xiu Mu? Why did you come back now?"

"I'm Zheng Sen from the second class of Intermediate Level, and I'm going back to school temporarily if I have something at home. This is my student ID." Zheng Sen opened his mouth to explain, and took out his student ID card from his schoolbag and handed it to the soldiers on duty.

The soldier carefully inspected it, confirmed that it was correct, and handed it back to Zheng Sen, and then asked with concern:

"Are you alright?"

"Thank you big brother for your concern, I'm fine."

"It's fine, but if you encounter a problem that you can't solve, remember to tell your teachers. Don't forget who the principal of our school is." The soldier gently patted Zheng Sen on the shoulder. "Let's go, I'll take you in, the cafeteria is about to open, let's go eat something first, and go back to rest and rest."

"Hmm!"

Zheng Sen nodded heavily, and a trace of warmth flowed in his heart.

This is where he loves the military academy, from the principal who rarely shows up, to the ordinary soldiers standing guard on duty. Even women who sprinkle and sweep every day have a warm power.

Here, you can always be moved inadvertently. Perhaps, your teacher. Perhaps, it's your classmates.

The soldiers sent him all the way to the door of the canteen, and the cooks were already up.

"Ouch, isn't this Zheng Sen? Why is it so early today, still carrying a school bag? Ready to go home after breakfast?" As soon as he approached, Lao Liu, who was in the lead, said with a smile.

He knew every student in the school, because every age had to take turns helping out in the back kitchen of the cafeteria. What's more, Zheng Sen, an extremely excellent student in all aspects.

"Uncle Liu, I just came back." Zheng Sen explained with a smile, and added in a low voice at the end. "I'm not leaving."

Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, then looked Zheng Sen up and down, and touched his nose.

"It's okay if you don't go, just these two days of vacation, running back and forth, and delaying your efforts. Let's go, the porridge is ready, I'll fry two more eggs for you to eat, go back to sleep after eating, and come back at noon, today's lunch is your favorite fried noodles. Da Zhang, you go back and get busy, Zheng Sen will leave it to me."

After speaking, he took Zheng Sen from the side of the soldier on duty and walked towards the canteen.

"Is something wrong? Why don't you tell the teachers who are staying in school?"

"It's nothing, Uncle Liu, fry eggs for me. I'm so hungry!" Zheng Sen smiled and changed the subject.

"You kid, ten of them will fry you! Today, Uncle Liu took out of his own pocket and ate with his belly open."

The voices of the two people, one elder and one young, slowly weakened, and the rising sun in the east finally earned

Freed from the shackles of darkness, he leaped to his feet and scattered golden light onto the earth.

Capital

Lok Ma Alley

Zheng Zhibao, who didn't find Zheng Sen and went back to sleep, woke up.

Zheng Sen ran away.

Zheng Zhibao sat on the bed and thought about it for a long time, and finally recalled such a fact.

Why is this kid so hot? Didn't you just say a few unpleasant words, Your Majesty has already punished me, and you little cub still won't forgive? Do you want me to kneel down and apologize? I'm so unlucky!

Alas~

He sighed and stepped out of bed, got dressed and walked out the door.

"Master, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat now?" The subordinate Ah Qiang whispered.

"Eat, eat, eat, know to eat. The young master ran away, and he ate a fart. Let Ah San prepare the horse and go to the British Mansion to find the young master!"

"Good, good."

Cuong was scolded for no reason, and ran away quickly with resentment.

Damn it, won't you two be paid, what are you dragging?

Ah San prepared the carriage, but Zheng Zhibao still ate a steamed bun.

Then he went out and got into a carriage and walked to the most densely populated place in the capital.

Along the way, Zheng Zhibao was thinking about the wording, thinking about how to explain his bullshit to his eldest nephew.

Orders are impossible, I haven't met a few times in the first place, how can I listen to myself.

Admit your mistake, it's true that I can't pull my face down, but I guess it can be a little useful.

Thinking about it, it seems that there is only one way like this nephew to admit the wrong way.

Fuck, I'm going crazy.

If it weren't for the sake of the eldest brother, I wouldn't care about you, little.

Zheng Zhibao thought angrily, but as everyone knows, although Zheng Zhilong didn't say it explicitly, he was still psychologically unwilling to let Zheng Sen have more contact with him.

My son has a bright future, what should I do if I am taken by this *** brother?

Thinking about it, the carriage arrived in front of the British Mansion.

"Sir, it's here."

Ah San's voice came out from the front, interrupting Zheng Zhibao's thoughts.

Zheng Zhibao jumped out of the carriage when he heard this, then straightened his clothes, and looked up at the British Mansion in front of him.

Style!

What a fucking style!

This is Zheng Zhibao's first feeling.

It is really a top nobleman of the Ming Dynasty who has been inherited for eight generations, and it is not comparable to his own nouveau riche.

For a while, Zheng Zhibao, who had always believed in himself, was a little ashamed of himself.

But he gathered his thoughts and walked on.

The guard in front of the door had already seen Zheng Zhilong, and when he saw Zheng Zhilong walking forward, he was about to step forward to ask. There was a commotion in the mansion, and then the gate opened, and several guards came out to separate Zheng Zhilong and the others. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Zhiji, a British public in an official uniform, walked out, followed by Zhang Shize.

Zheng Zhibao recognized at a glance this grandfather Guo who he had just met yesterday.

"Grandpa, grandpa."

Zheng Zhibao didn't care about the guards in front of him, and he was about to walk ahead of him.

As soon as he moved, the guards immediately became vigilant, and the knife in his hand was also pulled out.

"Stand back!"

When Zhang Zhiji heard the movement, he frowned and looked this way.