The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 40 040: The King of Hell in the Imperial Capital
Mei Zhu is the only seedling of the Mei family. In order to let the only seedling of the Mei family grow up vigorously, his grandfather, Mr. Right, takes special care of it.

With the help of the old soul, Mei Zhu's prestige was further enhanced, and she was not afraid of heaven and earth.

"Master, wait a moment." Elder Hun complied with his order to resolve a woman's matter of raising his hand.

When he turned his head and looked at Wuyu, his cloudy old eyes narrowed instantly, and his eyeballs looked up and down.

At the same time, Wu Yu was also looking at Old Soul, his eyes fell on his withered wrist, concentrating on it, and when he saw a faint blood line, the end of his eyes trembled slightly, and a bit of cold light fell.

Her body tensed unconsciously, her expression serious.

Nan Zhuohua behind him obviously felt her nerves tense instantly, holding her hand, Nan Zhuohua said: "Sister Wuyu, is there something wrong?"

"Don't worry, little master, it's fine."

Wuyu's tone was relaxed, but her hand clenched Nan Zhuohua a little bit.

"Hahaha!" Mei Zhu laughed crazily, "Why? Be scared, it's too late to kneel down and kowtow to this young master, for the sake of the little beauty, I'll leave you with a dead body."

"Dream!" Fog Yu said coldly.

"Don't cry when you don't see the coffin!" Mei Zhu sneered. "Since that's the case, my young master won't waste any time. Mr. Hun hasten to get rid of this bitch who is in the way."

After the bitch died, the little beauty would be his, and he couldn't wait to hug her back.

Before Mr. Hun could make a move, a teacup flew out of the wooden window of a private room on the second floor, hitting Mei Zhu on the forehead, and there was still hot tea inside.

"Ouch!" Mei Zhu cried out in pain.

The teacup hit him on the forehead, and the hot tea burned his face red along his forehead. Meizhu glared at the wooden window on the second floor where the teacup flew out: "Who! Which bastard dares to sneak attack on my young master?"

No one answered, and what responded to him was a teacup flying out again, so fast that Mei Zhu couldn't dodge, and stammered in panic: "Hun, Hun Lao, hurry up." Help him block the teacup, He didn't want to be scalded by that scalding hot tea again.

When the teacup landed a few inches in front of Meizhu's eyes, Hun Lao raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the teacup returned the same way, and the people in the private room seemed to feel it, and threw another teapot, which directly hit the teacup.

"Crack!" The two objects collided and shattered to the ground.

Old Hun's voice was cold and bone-chilling: "What? Your Excellency can only engage in sneak attacks by villains, don't you dare to come out in an open and honest manner?"

"That's right, what kind of bastard only dares to hide behind, Young Master Yinben, come out and fight if you have the ability," Mei Zhuhu pretended to be Huwei and shouted.

"'Pig son' is really disobedient again. How did I teach you how to be a man before, and you forgot it for so long?"

The lazy tone is wrapped in a coldness, a bit frivolous and uninhibited, very pleasant to the ear.

This voice was heard in Meizhu's ears, making him tremble with fear and reflex, it sounded like a familiar voice.
Nan Zhuohua heard this voice, smiled with his almond eyes, and silently read two words: Jiaojiao.

The door of the private room opened, and a handsome young man in brocade clothes of seventeen or eighteen came out, his thin lips were pursed lightly, his steps were light and graceful, and his blue hair was flowing down like a waterfall.

The brocade clothes were loose, revealing a bit of porcelain-white jade collarbone, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, exuding a bit of unrestrained charm.

The black eyes were as bright as stars, and the evil and frivolous in the eyes were soaked in the frost and snow of the deep winter.

The guests downstairs were breathless, and it turned out to be this little Hades.
Mei Zhu's face turned pale, her eyes covered with horror: "Jun, Jun's dirge?!"

"That's right, I still remember your father," Jun Elegy leaned against the railing on the second floor, lazily, raised his eyelids and scoffed, "Why didn't you remember how I taught you to be a man?"

"Jun, Jun elegy, today we don't mess with the water, don't trouble me, and I won't bother you." Mei Zhu lost her domineering arrogance just now, and became more submissive.

"However, you made me rest because of the noise of pigs just now," Jun Elegy said lazily, with his slender, white fingertips gently pressing the center of his brows, his eyes twinkling a little tiredly.

Meizhu: "."

Are you sure this guy is not making trouble for no reason?
If Mei Zhu is the overlord of the capital, then Jun Elegy is the King of Hell in the capital.

The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, and the horizontal ones are afraid of the deadly ones.

Meizhu is like a nest, but Jun's elegy is desperate.

One thing falls one thing, Jun's elegy is dedicated to Meizhu.

Jun Elegy is the only son of the Huainan Prince's Mansion. He is titled the son of Jinrong.

The relationship between the two can be traced back to two years ago, when Mei Zhu rode a horse in the street and ran into Jun Elegy's carriage.

Mei Zhu rode a tall horse, ignorant of repentance, and even spoke disrespectfully to Jun's elegy in the carriage: "You son of a bitch in the carriage dares to block your father's way, so come out and kowtow to confess your guilt, if you coax your father to feel better, he will spare your life. "

Because of this passage, Mei Zhu almost died in the street, and since then, the shadow of Jun Elegy has been deeply rooted in her bones.

Jun Elegy, who was sitting in the carriage, did not respond to him, asked the coachman to hand him the whip, and got out of the carriage slowly. Immediately drag it down and throw it a few meters away.

Mei Zhu was almost crippled by the whip, lying on the ground vomiting blood.

Jun Ye, the father of Jun Elegy, is the only other prince in the Jin Dynasty. This title was earned by fighting on the battlefield. Jun Ye is brave and good at fighting.

Jun Elegy stepped on his face, her tone was gentle but extremely cruel: "Hey, repeat the words just now to my young master again."

The Jun Elegy of that year was only a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, and his evil and hostile aura could hardly be concealed.

How could Meizhu dare to repeat it again, not to mention the pain all over her body was already speechless.

Jun Elegy sighed softly, so disappointed, "I told you to talk but you didn't talk anymore, and you kept barking when you told me. You are clearly a 'pig,' and you have to learn how that dog bites and barks, but I am sorry for the Right Prime Minister. Is your name worthy of the Mei family giving you such a body?"

Jun Elegy's feet were removed from his face, Mei Zhu breathed much more smoothly, "You, you"

Just when he was about to say something, Jun Elegy lashed him with a whip, his skin was torn apart, "You are really disobedient, my young master didn't let you speak now."

How could Mei Zhu's pampered body bear such torture, she rolled her eyes and wanted to faint.

"Did you faint without my master's order?"

Jun Elegy whipped down again, pricking Mei Zhu's nerves, making him a bit more awake in an instant.

Jun Elegy sneered: "Oh, the whip used to teach animals is really good on you, after all, you are the same kind."

He looked down at Mei Zhu, teasing with a light smile: "Tell me, do you want to be a human or a beast?"

Mei Zhu didn't speak, he was clearly a human being, why did he compare himself with animals.

(End of this chapter)