Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 180 We Scholars, We Only Kneel to Heaven, Earth, Monarchs, Parents, and Teachers!
The raging north wind never appeared tonight.

In Mingde Courtyard, Xiao Tingchen sat alone under the eaves, closing his eyes and resting his chin.

It's already this hour, and his little Jiuer hasn't come back yet...

When she came back, he would deduct her monthly payment and fine her to kneel in the small library and copy "The Female Precepts" a hundred times.

His knuckles tapped lightly on the armrest of the grand master's chair.

The boy waited more and more anxiously.

After a long time, he opened his eyelids impatiently, and his eyes fell on the plum blossom tree in the small courtyard.

The plum tree that was still bare in the afternoon was full of flower buds under the moonlight, pale pink and deep red, arousing pity.

They came so abruptly, although they were beautiful, in the dark night, they showed a bit of weirdness.

The boy suddenly frowned.

……

Earlier, Tianzihao Yazuo.

Si Dushu looked at the gap, pushed the carved door to the maximum, and shouted: "Run away, run away, don't fight!"

The teenagers headed by Xie Rongjing ran out in a panic without caring about other things.

How could Xu Teng give up on the lamb delivered to his lips?

He said loudly: "I'm chasing after you, and I can't let anyone go! Especially Xie Er and Xiao Huaijin's book boys! If you catch them, I will reward you a lot!"

A gang of gangsters, together with those people from the gang, chased out with a knife!

With quick eyes and hands, Si Dushu closed the door with a bang!

With his back to the carved door, he bolted it.

After doing all this, he swallowed, and looked at Xu Teng nervously, "If you have something to say, say it well, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands...Mr. Xu, calm down..."

"Go away!"

"I, I can't roll..."

The boy in the green-brown Confucian shirt with patches was nervous and frightened, even his voice was trembling.

Xu Teng stepped forward with a sinister smile, raised his hand and slapped him twice, "A good dog doesn't get in the way, I tell you to get out of the way, don't you understand?!"

Si Dushu's cheeks were red and swollen, and he murmured: "I can't let it go, this door, I can't let it go..."

Xu Teng's triangular eyes showed a strong threat, "You really won't let me?!"

The young man had a mean and flattering smile on his face, "I really can't let it go, Mr. Xu, I really can't let it go... Everyone is a scholar, you, can you let Xie Er and the others go?"

"well."

Xu Teng said two words "good", suddenly raised his leg, and kicked Si Dokusu hard to the ground!

Si Dushu got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then stood back at the Diaomen, still smiling with a good temper, "Mr. Xu, if you have something to say, talk about it, this kind of beating and killing—"

"boom!"

Xu Teng punched the boy's lower abdomen.

The young man spat out a mouthful of bile and bitterness, raised his eyes, and smiled again, "Mr. Xu..."

Xu Teng's face was ashen, punch after punch, all of them hit Si Dusu!
The young man in the green and brown Confucian shirt didn't resist, and was punched dozens of times!

His face was covered with blood, but he stood in front of the door, refusing to take half a step back.

Because he is the head of the house,
It's Xiaojiu's housekeeper!
Those who have worked so hard to become one have to take the responsibility of protecting them when they get the academy's monthly money, don't they?

Xu Teng was so angry that he was about to burst into tears, but he suddenly thought of something, with a vicious smile on the corner of his mouth, "So, you go to the most prosperous street in the old courtyard and kneel down, shouting 'I am a scholar of Jinling Academy' three times, If you learn ten more dog barks, I will let Xie Er and the others go, how about it?"

This is not only an insult to Si Dushu, but also a serious insult to Jinling Academy.

Si Dushu suddenly laughed, "Kneel?"

When he smiled, blood gushed out from between his teeth.

In the clear eyes, there emerged the stubborn back of the little book boy when he was beaten.

He looked at Xu Teng, and said in a gentle voice, "I don't kneel!"

Xu Teng didn't expect this person to be so tough, so he punched him in the face, "Are you kneeling or not?!"

The young man spat out a bloody tooth, and said with a good-tempered smile, "You can't kneel..."

Enraged by him, Xu Teng drew a long knife from Wang Hu's waist and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation!

He stabbed again and again as if venting, and countless blood flowed out from the young man's heart, dyeing the green and brown Confucian shirt he had worn for many years red.

The young man raised his eyelids with difficulty, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth.

He looked directly at Xu Teng, with a hint of sarcasm in his always submissive eyes.

"Bitch, you deserve to look at me like this?!"

Xu Teng drew out his long knife with a ferocious face, and suddenly it swept across Si Dusu's eyes!
He threw the knife, kicked him to the ground, and spat fiercely, "Xie Er and the others should have run far away, what a disappointment! Let's go, and have fun in another place!"

After everyone left, the boy who was lying in a pool of blood twitched a few times, fumbled and struggled, and slowly stood up.

He held on to the door frame with difficulty, and there were two blood holes where his eyes were.

He is still smiling,
"You can't kneel!
"We scholars, we only kneel down to heaven, earth, kings, relatives and teachers..."

It was quiet in the lounge.

A cold wind suddenly picked up outside the building, blowing open the carved windows, bringing in the first snow of this winter.

They landed gently on the young man who was gradually losing his body temperature.

He just stood there, covered in blood, with a straight back, neither humble nor overbearing.

Wearing a green-brown Confucian shirt with patches, it is obviously full of blood, but it is as clean as spring breeze.

Heavy snow rustled.

This winter's plum blossoms bloom neither early nor late.

(End of this chapter)