Chapter 36：

The follower did not expect that he actually dared to take action, and immediately became furious, and did not need to ask the master to reach out to grab the stick in He Shaoting's hands. 'Experience, how can he easily teach him to succeed, his body dodging the movements in his hands, and then he swung his stick fiercely to his legs.

Although he was young, he started to help his family early, and his strength was much greater than that of his children of the same age. When this stick was knocked down, the follower screamed and hugged the leg he was hitting on the ground. Barking and rolling around.

Feng Weiliang was furious and felt deeply provoked. He suddenly shot at He Shaoting.

He has followed his stepfather to practice martial arts since he was young, and he is older than He Shaoting. He Shaoting struggles with all his strength. He is naturally not as good as a man with martial arts. With several punches, the whole person has been forced to fight back by the opponent.

He Shaoting seemed to be back when he was besieged by the children in the neighborhood. His eyes were reddish, and his eyes were filled with anger, but he clenched his teeth tightly and did not hum.

He was hit by the opponent again on the shoulder. He shivered, took a few steps back and forth, but eventually fell to the ground without standing.

Feng Weiliang then regained his palms and sneered at him: "Without your own control, you dare to play against me!"

After speaking, he took another sigh of disdain, turned and was about to leave, and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him. He hadn't recovered yet, he had been hit **** his waist, and the whole person fell forward. On the ground, a heavy object was pressed on his back waist, and he had already fisted several times.

The fist was fierce, and he would fight wherever it hurts. Although he had martial arts, he was just a half-hanger. In addition, he usually had such a big loss, and he just screamed in pain. .

The screaming follower heard the cry of the little master, and now he couldn't care about the leg that seemed to be broken, struggling to get up to help the little master.

He Shaoting, who was pressing Feng Weiliang, was pushed away by him. After rolling twice on the ground, he rushed forward without fear of death. He was punched and kicked by Feng Weiliang who was being lifted by his followers.

Although Feng Weiliang has martial arts and helpers, he is barefoot who is not afraid to wear shoes. What he provokes today is a person who is not afraid of death and barefoot. The opponent ’s ferocious eyes that ca n’t wait to eat people are so desperate. Let him see. I can't help but feel a little bit cold.

With this fear, the momentum weakened a few points, and even the fist that was thrown out seemed to be weak and weak, and it had already lost its due strength.

The follower hugged He Shaoting and dragged him away from the little master. He Shaoting bit his arm vigorously, and it was so fierce that he almost did not hiss the man's arm.

The man's face was so pained and his hands were loose. He Shaoting took the opportunity to struggle away, turned around and kicked him, kicking hard at his crotch.

Hearing only a louder scream, the man howled now, holding his crotch and tumbling.

He Shaoting immediately turned around and rushed towards the frightened Feng Weiliang, waving his fist and hitting the most vulnerable part of the body. Feng Weiliang furiously resisted a few times, although he also took the opportunity to punch each other, but he suffered more fists, and one punch hurt more than one punch.

Seeing He Shaoting's death lingering again, there was a tendency to beat him to death, Feng Weiliang was finally afraid, and screamed: "Father, father, father saves life!"

He Shaoting's eyes were flushed, and his face had long been painted, but he still remained silent, biting his teeth and punching fist and punching Feng Weiliang.

"What a vicious boy, he shot and hurt himself!" Suddenly, a big hand extended from the side, holding his wrist firmly, and holding him back.

He Shaoting waved another fist without thinking, but he was controlled by the other without exception.

The comer slashed his arms with a violent force, and completely made him unable to move.

He Shaoting groaned with pain, his face turned pale, and Douda's sweat beads leaked from his forehead. He bit his lip hard, but he didn't let himself scream anymore.

Du Chengzhong did not expect that his young age was actually a difficult hard bone. He was stunned for a moment, and then thought of the ruthless vigor that he had just chased after his step-son.

Bloody man is like this!

In the corner of his eyes, Yu Guang spotted the injured step-son. His eyes were a little distressed, but he was a little disappointed.

No matter how carefully he teaches, the child's bones still belong to the blood of the literati of his biological father.

"Let me go, let me go !!!" He Shaoting struggled a few times, but his opponent's hands were like iron tongs, making him unable to move at all.

Du Chengzhong sneered: "Where did you come from? You dare to hit the street and hurt someone, so young are so vicious. How did your father and mother teach you?"

"Father, it was him who injured the baby. You must take revenge for the baby!" Feng Weiliang came to the savior at the first sight, and quickly came over, angry and aggrieved.

Seeing the step-sister's face blushing and red, his clothes were torn apart a few times, Du Chengzhong frowned, and with a hard hand, He Shaoting groaned without holding back.

"Today, General Ben will teach you well on behalf of your parents, so that you will know how to act fiercely and fiercely!" He sneered, and tried hard again, He Shaoting's face was pale, cold sweat fell from his forehead, but he He just clenched his teeth tightly and refused to hum another half a word.

Du Chengzhong was even more annoyed when he saw this: "Well, a stubborn boy with a hard mouth, if you ask for mercy, the general will spare you, otherwise, the general will teach you to splatter this **** street!"

The voice just got a little deeper as soon as it fell.

He Shaoting felt that his arms were about to be broken, and he was sweating with pain, and his lower lip was soaked with blood, but he never said a word again.

Du Chengzhong became more and more annoyed, and intentionally taught him a lesson. He was about to work harder and followed the guards around with a bag falling from the floor. He whispered: "The general is merciful, this child may be a little clever."

Du Chengzhong made a gesture in his hands, and turned his gaze on him.

The guard pointed at a mark on the baggage and said, "This is the thing on the official Yuan Shangshu Jiyuan House."

Du Chengzhong frowned, and the movements of his hands were loosened unknowingly.

Feng Weiliang was anxious at the first sight, and said loudly, "Father, he is not from the Ji's Mansion. He was the boy who spoke well to you when he was in He'an."

Du Chengzhong froze and turned He Shaoting over to face himself. After a closer look, he saw that the boy's features were similar to the child who questioned himself.

Now that the child has a wound on his face, and it is almost two years later, he is not sure for a while.

"If so, this child should have a close relationship with Tang Songnian's family, the new official examiner, Wai Lang, and the general should not ..." The guard shook his head slightly at him.

Neither Ji Yuan nor Tang Songnian can challenge today's General Zhenyuan. When the General supported the disused Prince earlier, he was standing in the wrong team. The new emperor did not pursue it, but it did not work. He just hung up and down. It is not appropriate to blame people for minor matters.

Du Chengzhong is not stupid.

The new emperor is an outstanding general with outstanding military achievements. His talents are even more talented. I do n’t know how many are better than him. He was because of his difficulty in getting ahead under the new emperor. Out of a world.

But Prince Prince was downfall. Although he was not implicated, he was in an awkward position. When it comes to governing the country and governing the country, it is not as good as Ji Yuan Wei Liang and his followers who have been following the new emperor, and it is far less than Qiu Zhong, the former prince who had abandoned the prince;

If you ca n’t be low, you are the truest portrayal of General Zhenyuan.

Although Tang Songnian was a small member, but there was Ji Yuan behind him, now it is clearly in the eyes of the new emperor, he is naturally not easy to match him.

Thinking of this, he finally let go of his hand slowly.

"Father!" Feng Weiliang was not reconciled, but he could only watch He Shaoting recapture his burden, and stared at them with a hate, before leaving with a baggage.

Du Chengzhong was stunned with that resentful look, staring at the thin but stubborn figure disappearing into the sight little by little.

He was wounded, and He Shaoting did not return home directly, and he did not dare to go to Jifu to deliver things. He dragged his injured body to a clear stream in the city, put his bag on a clean cobblestone, and squatted hard. , Pull the sleeves slowly to clean the wounds on the body.

A swollen face was clearly reflected in the water. He Shaoting lowered his head and slowly raised his left hand. He was struggling to reach the stream, but there was a severe pain in his left shoulder. His hand shook and he could no longer detect it. Go on.

It's useless, what's the point of this injury! He took a deep breath, endured the pain, and just put his left hand into the stream, using his palm as a spoon, and drank the water slowly on the wound of his right arm.

The thin, white arm was blue and red at the moment, and the skin was worn out in some places. Bloodstains leaked out of it, clear water dripped on it, and a painful attack came. He bit his lip flap hard and hummed it. The sound was swallowed again.

He didn't say a word, and slowly cleaned the wound little by little.

‘Patter’, there is a slight noise, and tears fall on the wound of his right arm. Unconsciously, he still rinsed the wound carefully.

‘Papapap’, two more tears rolled down from his eyes and instantly blurred his vision. But he seemed to be unaware, sucking his nose, and mechanically continued his movements in his hands.

'Papapapapap', tears are growing more and more, like broken beads falling on the back of the hand, a few drops splashed into the wound, mixed with blood stains sliding down the back of the hand, and then dripping into the stream, soon Disappeared.

He finally stopped washing the wound, raised his right hand hard, slowly wiped away the tears in his eyes, and then moved stiffly to start cleaning the left hand's wound.

‘Papapap’, and another big teardrop is falling. This time, his movements did not stop for a while. Let the tears drop drop by drop until the wound was completely cleaned.

He slowly took out the parcel made by his cousin from his arms, moistened it with water, and sobered the wound on his face little by little, and finally wiped his eyes.

It's not important, it's nothing important. His surname is He, and he will only surname He in this life. He has a father. His name is He Bingpeng. Although he will hit someone when he is drunk, he is still his father and he raised him.

He used to have a grandmother, a mother-in-law, and an aunt, but now he also has an aunt and a cousin. He is not without love and care.

In the end, he closed the wrung-out parcel, held the bag and got up hard, dragging his heavy steps towards Jifu.

Mrs. He waited and waited, but she didn't see her nephew sending her in the face, and she couldn't sit still.

Will something happen to the child?

Worried in her mind, she simply took the leave and hurried to the temporary rental home.

Nazi just walked through an alley and saw He Shaoting limping around. She was taken aback and hurried to catch up: "Tinger, what's the injury to you? Who hit it ?!"

He Shaoting didn't answer, but said apologetically, "I'm sorry, aunt, I'm late. Sister Dongxi is in it."

"What do you care about at this time! Hurry up with the doctor to see." Mrs. He was anxious and frightened, grabbed the baggage, and took him to the nearest hospital with help and hug.

The breeze was studying at night, and the stars were shining outside the window. There was a night breeze blowing into the room, and the tent near the bed fluttered with the wind.

"Is Brother Ting asleep?" The eleven-year-old sister Fang was slender, with a worried expression on her face, and saw her mother come out of her little cousin's house, and hurried forward to ask.

"Sleeping. The medicine he drank was soothing. Let him sleep more!" He sighed.

"Mother, did Tinger say who hurt him?" Fang asked, frowning.

"You don't know his temperament, but you are stubborn. If you don't want to say it, you won't say anything if you ask. Such a stubborn temperament doesn't know who it looks like." He sighed even more.

Sister Fang wrinkled her nose: "Mother, I don't like Jingcheng, when can we go home?"

"Later, let's go back later." Mrs. He patted her arm. "It's not too early, so you should go to bed!"

Sister Fang answered and went back to her room to rest.

He Niangzi looked at the room where He Shaoting was resting, her eyes were deep. I did not know how long it took before I made a sigh of nothingness.

She always knew that this child was not the flesh of the He family. When her brother-in-law entered the door, she was already pregnant with the child, but her mother and younger brother did not care, and she naturally had nothing to say.

Not to mention the infamous reputation that his brother knows for dozens of years. If someone would marry him, it would be the ancestor's blessing. Besides, after so many years of war, there are countless men and women who have lost their husbands and wives. It is not uncommon for widowers to marry again and widows to marry again.

Her younger brother-in-law, with a good-looking personality and a gentle temperament, is the rarest person to work or be a good hand. Such a woman, even if she has died her husband, is not in the minority to marry her.

And Feng Weiliang, who had returned to his home, naturally caused tears in his mother Yun's heart. Yun's heard that it was the child who had seen him in He'an Prefecture two years ago. He subconsciously looked at the husband who was aside. Seeing him frowning, his expression seemed to be a little hesitant.

There was a weird feeling in her heart, but she could not tell what the reason was. She had to ask the doctor to ask the doctor and wait for the doctor to treat her and then give her son medicine.

"Dad, what's the matter with my brother?" A little girl about three or four years old came in holding her hand and saw the strange color on the face of his brother, asking curiously.

Du Chengzhong came back to him at once, and saw that he and Yun's only child, Du Xingye, touched her daughter's hair and said, "Your brother was hurt a little bit. Is your mother giving him medicine? ? "

The little girl shook her head, but she hid herself behind her father, and looked halfway at her brother with a little fear.

Feng Weiliang saw that the father who had some disorientation was very gentle after his sister arrived, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he turned away.

That night, Yun told his son to remember to take the medicine before leaving.

I walked through the Ningchun Pavilion in the courtyard and saw Du Chengzhong drinking and drinking in the pavilion. He had a serious mind, and somehow thought of the child who hurt his son today, and the weird feeling in his heart was cold again. come out.

She quickly calmed herself, stepped into the kiosk with a skirt, and asked softly, "Why is one drinking here?"

Du Cheng was loyal to his wife, and his expression softened a little before asking, "What happened to Brother Liang's injury?"

"Fortunately, I didn't hurt my bones. I can rest for a while." Yun's snatched his wine glass and didn't let him drink again.

Du Chengzhong followed her.

Yun's sat with him for a while and chatted with Dong Laxi for a while, so he tentatively asked, "Who is the kid who hurt Liang today?"

Du Chengzhong shook his head: "I don't know. I only know that he is close to the examiner Wai Lang Tang Songnian."

After a pause, he said: "Tomorrow will adjust Liang's schoolwork, reduce the time for martial arts, and increase the time for studying appropriately."

Feng Weiliang, who was annoyed and walked out of her heart, heard exactly what he said, her face changed, and she subconsciously froze Jiaojiao.

Father he ... why?

Yunshi froze: "Why is that? Didn't you say that I hope Liang brother can fight with you in the future, to fight for father and son?"

Du Chengzhong sighed: "This time is different from the past. The court now urgently needs talents to govern the country. Since the emperor has repeatedly added Enke, that is exactly why. Liang brother Congwen, if he can get a good place in the imperial examination room in the future, The future is inherent. "

Yun's breath was relieved. In her heart, she didn't like her son to kill and kill her in the future. It was best to be a Wenchen.

Feng Weiliang behind them could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew his father still hurt him and thought about him everywhere.

Thinking about this, he didn't bother the couple in the pavilion and left quietly.

Walking out of a distance, suddenly there were two Fuzhong guards talking in a low voice, and he frowned unhappyly, and his face became quite ugly when he heard the words of them.

"Is the wound on the eldest son really hurt by a seven or eight year old?"

"It's true, how could I make a joke about this. I was a few years older than that child, and after studying the martial arts with the general for so many years, I couldn't even beat a child from a poor family. I really lost Zhenyuan. General's face. "

"In the end it's not the kind of a general, how can there be the blood of a general, after all, it's just an embroidered pillow."

"That makes sense ..."

...

The figures of the two men were getting farther and farther, and finally turned into an ink dot that could no longer be seen. Feng Weiliang clenched his fists, his face was blue and red and white, his eyes were reddish, and there was a faint glow.

——

Tang Songnian got a good job. Even though Tang Bainian was jealous of his heart, he still had to do superficial work. After all, there was a younger brother who worked in the Ministry of the Ministry, and it was easier for him to walk in the capital. Thinking of this, he suddenly gave birth a good idea.

It would be better to take advantage of this great opportunity to host a banquet in the house and invite all the nobles in the house, which can also be regarded as a way to open up his connections in Beijing.

He went to find Tang Songnian eagerly, and told him that he planned to host a banquet in his house to congratulate him on his promotion. It was the thought that the other party would be very happy. .

He persuaded and persuaded, but Tang Songnian still refused to change his mind. The two brothers couldn't stop arguing, Tang Bai was still angry in the end of the year.

"I don't know who to lift!" He walked out of the courtyard where the third room was located, and took a sip, turning his eyes dark.

"Who doesn't know how to lift?" A soft and soft waxy voice sounded behind him. He looked back and recognized that it was the baby girl of the "unknown" person. He answered angrily, "In addition to your father, Anyone? "

Xu Yanyao innocently asked again, "Do you want to raise your father?"

Tang Bainian was suffocated by her, no matter how thick her face was, she couldn't say that he wanted to lift up Tang Songnian's words, but was a little angry and glared at her: "Your father is not a good thing, so is your little girl! "

All in all, he is guilty of violating the family of Tang Songnian!

"Oh ..." The little girl dragged a soft ending, and asked childishly again, "Is that uncle a thing?"

Tang Bainian took a sip of her breath, and wanted to say something and felt lost in her identity.

Xu Yanyao looked at his angry back with a smile on his back, and for a long time, he slowly took out the 'whip' tied with rattan, and threw it vigorously on the ground, listening only to the crisp sound of 'pop' , Frightened Yaoyao who was coming this way, his face turned pale, and he ran away without wanting to turn around.

"Baoya, Baoya, I'll tell you, Brother Ting was hurt!" Running back like a gust of wind, Brother Zhou gasped heavily, and his blushing face didn't know whether it was tired or angry.

"Who hit it ?!" Xu Yanyao threw the rattan whip crackling, her eyebrows cocked, and asked fiercely.

"Brother Ting refused to say, Sister Fang didn't know it either!" Brother Zhou was extremely angry, stomped his feet, and replied resentfully.

Refuse to say? Xu Yanyao's fierce expression instantly freezes. After a while, he wrinkles his little nose and looks confused.

Why wouldn't you say it? Is it because his face is unbearable, or is his self-esteem impaired, or is he thinking of quietly taking revenge?

She scratched her face in puzzlement.

"Baoya!" Ruan's displeased voice suddenly came, Xu Xuyao ​​secretly said badly, quickly put the 'whip' on his hand to Zhou Geer, turned innocently and turned his face on the board with a face Dear, holding a pair of white, tender and fleshy hands, she said sweetly, "I didn't play with a whip, look, there is nothing."