Half a month ago......

In the bustling streets of the West Market, shouts and shouts come and go. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He Yurou, dressed in men's clothes, led a group of entourages to wander around the street, looking left and right, and from time to time picking up some things from roadside stalls that she thought were fresh and carrying them in her arms, she really couldn't take them, so she threw them to the entourage behind her. Those stall owners saw that the other party was crowded, and although they were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to say anything.

As she walked, He Yurou felt a little thirsty, so she walked to a stall selling fruits, grabbed a yellow pear, nibbled on it and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, a bony hand grabbed He Yurou's pale cyan sleeve.

Seeing this, He Yurou's entourage grabbed the stall owner's neck and shouted, "Quickly take away your dirty hands for Lao Tzu!

The stall owner's name is Cheng Che, who is only thirteen years old this year, very thin, his washed white linen clothes are full of patches, and the straw sandals on his feet are about to wear out. At this time, he was grabbed by the entourage, but he didn't show fear at all, and a pair of black eyes just stared at He Yurou.

"Don't leave without money......"

He Yurou stopped, looked the young stall owner up and down, the corners of his mouth were hooked obliquely, and he snorted coldly, "What a joke, Young Master Ben eats your pears because he can afford you, and he dares to ask Young Master Ben for money?"

"If you don't give money and take something, you can't be a robber?" Cheng Che shouted angrily when he heard this.

He Yurou's delicate little face showed a look of displeasure: "It's really annoying......"

Seeing that He Yurou was impatient, the entourage hurriedly broke Cheng Che's hand and pushed him to the side, which happened to smash on the stall with pears, and the yellow pears fell from the wooden board and rolled in all directions.

A tall carriage drove by, and the pears that had rolled into the bluestone road were crushed and torn apart, and the juice was all over the ground.

Cheng Che's heart was dripping blood. stared blankly at the mess, with hatred and despair in his eyes.

He Yurou looked at the stall owner with a look of disdain: "Isn't it just a few pears, as for it, it's like a dead father." ”

This sentence hit Cheng Che's sore spot.

Cheng Che lost his mother since he was a child and has always relied on his father for his life. Now that my father is seriously ill in bed and in urgent need of money, there are only these pears left in the family to sell for money. That's why he values these pears so much.

What if my father really died...... Cheng Che didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

His thin body trembled angrily, and he pointed at He Yurou and said loudly: "You are talking nonsense! My father will not die! You rob other people's things and curse other people's parents, you really have no tutor!"

Rao is He Yurou's face is relatively thick, and she can't hang it at this time. I just wanted to move out of my father to scare this young man, but I suddenly remembered the Mo family that my father talked about when he chatted with the emperor's brother-in-law a few days ago.

In recent years, the northwest region has been fighting for many years, and my brother-in-law feels that if he wants to supplement military spending, the most direct and effective way is to take the rich and oily Mo family. But his father said that the Mo family has been doing business in peace for so many years, and its reputation is also good, if it does this, I am afraid that it will lose the hearts of the people. In the end, the two quarreled somehow, and the emperor's brother-in-law walked away angrily, and his father was depressed for several days.

Thinking of this, a bold plan suddenly came to He Yurou's heart.

He Yurou straightened her waist and said deliberately arrogantly: "Tutor, you don't inquire in Kyoto, who am I, Mo Tianchen, you poor ghost dare to talk to me like this, believe it or not, I let you die without a body?"

After such a fuss, a circle of people gathered around to watch the excitement, chattering and discussing.

"Is that Young Master Mo? I didn't expect that at his young age, he had learned to bully the poor, and sure enough, the rich didn't have a good thing. ”

"Shhhh ”

"Isn't Mofu very rich? Why doesn't he give money for eating pears? I think there must be something strange in this. ”

"Haven't you heard that the richer you are, the richer you are, the more you slam the door? We don't understand the world of the rich. ”

......

Mo Tianchen was picking crickets at the "Insect Singing Workshop" in the West Market at the time, and suddenly saw that the people on the street were running in the same direction, so he also went out to see the excitement.

"Young Master Mo, your cricket ......," the shopkeeper of the Insect Singing Workshop shouted in the back.

"I'll get it when I get back. Mo poured his head and ran away without looking back.

The shopkeeper stuffed the insect cage into the hand of the young man beside him, and said, "You look at the shop first, I have to go out and have a look." ”

Mo Tianchen is not only his old customer, but also the young owner of the Chamber of Commerce where their "Insect Singing Fang" is located.

Mo Tianchen struggled to peel through the crowd, and saw a young man in brocade who looked to be in his teens standing on the spot. He has a delicate face, picturesque eyebrows, embroidery, and a jade waist tie, if it weren't for the fierce expression at this time, he would really be a likable little doll.

Around him were a dozen sturdy black-clad retinues. In front of him, golden pears rolled to the ground, and a thin boy was being beaten by two black-clad followers, and his already tattered clothes were torn and hung loosely on his body.

Mo Tianchen pursed his lips and was about to leave, when he saw the two brothers Mo Yun and Mo Ying also squeezed in.

"Young Master, why did you come here, it's really easy for us to find. Mo Ying stroked his chest and panted.

Mo Yun also said: "Yes, fortunately, I met the shopkeeper of the Insect Singing Workshop just now, and he told us that you came to see the excitement." Master, do you know that it is dangerous for a person like you to run around......"

Mo Tianchen sighed helplessly: "Obviously, you were attracted by the street juggling, I saw that you were quite engaged, so I couldn't bear to call you." ”

Mo Yun and Mo Ying glanced at each other, and were about to ask for guilt, but Mo Tianchen hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop them: "How many times have you said it, don't ask for guilt at every turn, I don't blame you." ”

Hearing this, Mo Yun and Mo Ying straightened up and stood beside Mo Tianchen.

Mo Yun smiled and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what's wrong with them, why are there so many people bullying too little, should we help?"

Mo Tianchen glanced at him, revealing an inexplicable smile: "What's the matter, your hands are itchy?"

Mo Ying hurriedly poked Mo Yun: "Brother, have you forgotten what Madame said to us?

Mo Yun scratched his head: "Yes, Madame seems to have said it." ”

Mo Tianchen smiled: "The shadow remembers these very well. ”

The phrase "shadow" made Mo Ying's face redden, and he hesitated for a moment and said, "Young master, the name of the shadow ......"

Mo Tianchen looked at Mo Ying strangely: "Is there anything wrong with this name?"

"Actually, it's nothing, I just don't get used to it. Ink Shadow said.

Mo Yun sighed secretly. My brother is good at everything, but this temperament is too restrained.