kingnovel Chapter 62 The bastard in ancient times who wanted to concentrate on his career 26
Chapter 62 The bastard in ancient times who wanted to concentrate on his career 26
"Who are you? You dare to meddle in my prince's business. Do you know who my prince is?"
Chang Ze's impulse was all gone as he swung the stick, his rationality returned, and he felt a little scared. With how much force he used, he knew that if it was going to hit, he would really cause a big disaster.
Although he was questioning Yuan Xi sternly now, his hands had quietly let go, and the wooden stick was naturally in Yuan Xi's hand.
I have to say that no one is a fool. Even if he is usually arrogant and domineering, there is a bottom line. He will never go beyond that line when he is playing and causing trouble outside. This time he was so angry that he just beat him with fists and feet, but why did he use a wooden stick?
By the way, where did his stick come from?
Yuan Xi looked at the stern-looking Chang Ze, who was already wandering in his thoughts. He kindly reminded him, "The stick that the prince picked up over there will be returned to the prince."
After throwing it away, the wooden stick returned to Chang Ze's arms.
Chang Ze followed the direction pointed by Yuan Xi and remembered that he had picked up the stick there.
He suddenly looked at the person in that direction suspiciously. What happened was such a coincidence that it aroused his suspicion. Today they were supposed to be cussing each other or having a fight as usual, but someone handed him a knife and wanted to make things worse. Chang Ze is not brainless, otherwise he would not have been canonized as the crown prince, and he would have been able to fight Song Yuanhua and the others for seven or eight years and still be fine.
Yuan Xi didn't want to say anything when he saw him like this. Although he saw who threw the stick, he didn't want to alert the enemy. The left and right sides had already been marked, so it was better to follow the clues.
This was the first time he came into contact with these conspiracies, and he was a little eager to try them.
Being plotted, Chang Ze was in a bad mood and asked the thug to let them go and plan to return home.
Song Yuanhua and Yang Qiming came to Ye Shaoming's side immediately and helped him up. Seeing his bruised nose and face, they felt distressed and funny at the same time.
"Thank you young master for coming to the rescue."
"Thank you young master, otherwise Ye San would not know what kind of punishment he would have suffered."
"Thank you so much for saving my life. May I ask your name?"
The three of them expressed their sincere thanks.
Chang Ze, who was on the opposite side, glared at Yuan Xi, then looked at the embarrassed appearance of the three of them, and suddenly laughed, "I will spare you this time. Remember to walk around me next time you see me, huh~"
The three of them were filled with hatred, and Yuan Xi stopped Chang Ze who was about to leave, "Your Majesty, wait a minute."
Seeing that he had just stopped the stick, Chang Ze decided to give him some face, stopped and asked, "What's the matter with you? Tell me, while I'm in a good mood now."
Yuan Xi smiled like a spring breeze, others didn't know why, Qingzhu had silently retreated away.
"It's nothing, I just want to beat you up."
"Huh? What did you say?"
Chang Ze dug his ears and couldn't believe what he heard.
"You strike first, don't blame me for not giving you a chance." Looking at the blank expression on the other side, Yuan Xi added: "You can ask the people behind you to come together."
Song Yuanhua and the other three, who had just received a heavy beating, wanted to step forward and persuade their benefactor to stop the beating. They could wait until next time when they had enough people.
Chang Ze laughed angrily, pointed at Yuan Xi and said arrogantly: "My prince is standing here. If you have the ability, just come."
Upon hearing the client's request, Yuan Xi was not polite and stepped forward quickly. Before the person could react, he was punched away. After knocking down several thugs behind him and playing Jenga, the remaining people had not yet reacted. Yuan Xi grabbed Chang Ze by the collar on his chest, picked him up with one hand, and threw him in front of Song Yuanhua and the others.
Seeing that Song Yuanhua and the others were motionless, as if they were petrified, Yuan Xi asked in confusion: "Don't you want to beat him up? Don't you want to do it?"
After the petrification was lifted, the three of them looked at him with unbearable eyes. Ye Shaoming touched the place where he was hit on his face and pressed it. It hurt. He was not dreaming.
Yuan Xi's appearance is so deceptive. He is thin and small (because he is only fifteen years old), has a delicate appearance, and has an outstanding temperament. He doesn't look like someone who can knock people away with one punch. Oh, he can also use one hand. Lift someone up.
"Ah, this, this..." Yang Qiming finally didn't know what to say and closed his mouth again.
Changze, who fell to the ground, clutched his stomach, feeling that he was dreaming, but the pain in his stomach told him that it was real. Seven or eight of his men finally reacted and wanted to rush over and rescue the people. Then he was beaten to the ground mercilessly by Yuan Xi. Everyone's nose was bruised and their faces were swollen, looking even worse than Ye Shaoming.
Chang Ze: I'm desperate. I'm lying down. If you want to be beaten, just hit me. It's not the first time I've been beaten.
Yuan Xi quickly fulfilled his wish, punching him in the face several times, and soon his whole face swelled up as if he was blowing air.
There was no place to start with the face, so Yuan Xi stopped with satisfaction.
"Hi~."
After seeing clearly what the person had become, there were sounds of inhalation coming from around him.
Ye Shaoming felt that the wound on his face hurt even more when he saw it, and he covered his face silently.
"Little, little benefactor, um, are others okay?"
"Don't worry, it's okay. They're all flesh wounds. They just look a little serious. They'll be fine in two days."
"Hehehe, that's good."
After laughing a few times, Ye Shaoming's face wrinkled in pain due to the wound at the corner of his mouth.
Knowing that Yuan Xi acted in a measured manner, Song Yuanhua and Yang Qiming also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't beat the person.
"I really want to thank my little benefactor this time." Song Yuanhua followed Ye Shaoming and called him "little benefactor."
Yuan Xi smiled slightly and said, "Cousin Yuan Hua is so polite. We are all a family. When we see this, we will naturally help."
Of course, the most important thing is that he also wants to beat that bitch.
Beat him up and forget his grudges.
Yang Qiming and Ye Shaoming both looked at Song Yuanhua, "What do you mean? You are a family. When did you get such an awesome cousin behind our backs?"
Song Yuanhua understood their eyes and looked helpless. He didn't know when he had such an awesome cousin.
The three of them made eye contact, and Yuan Xi pretended not to know and introduced himself.
"You, you, you are the one Song Er said..."
Before Ye Shaoming finished speaking, Song Yuanhua covered his mouth. Song Yuanhua was a little nervous, but with a warm smile on his face, "It turns out to be cousin Yuan Xi. You guys were so busy traveling yesterday, so I couldn't go to visit. I thought about going to see you today, but it’s a coincidence that we met here. It’s such a fate.”
Seeing this, Yuan Xi knew that what Ye Shaoming hadn't finished saying was not a good thing. But he didn't care. They were just some relatives from the countryside. As long as they weren't said to his face, he didn't bother to pay attention.
Here they are recognizing each other affectionately, and over there Chang Ze is being helped up by several servants miserably. When he hears that Yuan Xi and Song Yuanhua are relatives, he is furious, with a pig-headed face. , stretched out his hand to point at Yuan Xi, but he didn't have the guts, so he moved it, pointed at Song Yuanhua, and started to say harsh words.
"Wobu wastes the square pot with cute clay, and the clay is cute."
Then he asked his servants to help him and walk away quickly, for fear that they would catch up and beat him again.