She is so charming and charming

Chapter 4 The Son of the Pei Family
In the capital city in December, there is light rain and the wind is blowing. It is cold and there are layers of mist.

Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, Rong Yan hurriedly walked across a hollow, soaking her skirt.

At this moment, it was already too late. It was rumored that the teaching in the Hanlin Academy was strict.

Just entering the atrium of the academy, there was a loud "click!", which was very loud in the sound of rain.

Rong Yan walked suddenly, his nerves tensed up.

"Miss, where are you going?" Lu Yan lifted her skirt, held an umbrella for her, and hurriedly followed.

Through the gaps between the green leaves of the bamboo forest, Rong Yan saw an old man with a serious face, holding a thick thorn in his hand, and there was another "click", shaking the ear drums, which showed how much effort was used.

The boy kneeling on the ground was wearing thin clothes with blood leaking from the inside, kneeling on the hardest pebbles, he looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Although he is young, his eyes are very cold, like the spring cold gathered in February, and his dark eyes are like beasts dormant in the dark, dark and cold.

Thin lips and few colors, her whole body is bleak.

Although kneeling, his back is straight and firm.

The old man scolded angrily: "Books are the foundation of a literati, you! You don't care about books, but scribbles! If not, your Pei family taught you this way?"

He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The rain wet his clothes, and the blood meandered down and flowed into the crevices of the cobblestones, forming a thin stream of blood.

"Don't talk? Don't you dare to admit it?" The old man picked up the wattle and beat it again, "Today, the old man will teach you, what is a literati! How to be a man!"

That one sound after another, like drumming, beat people's hearts.

In a dark corner, several teenagers smiled gloatingly, the leader among them was Jiang Baoyun, he squinted his eyes and half sneered, "Look at him, doesn't he look like a stray dog?"

Another young man, Chen Yuli, said, "Isn't it? Now that the Pei family is lonely, he still thinks he is the son of Duke Pei back then? Why pretend to be arrogant! Heh, this is what happens when we fight against us."

"But... this ruined his book, won't it be discovered?" Wu Xiangyu frowned, worried.

Chen Yuli sneered, "What are you afraid of? Could it be that old man Liang dared to take advantage of us? I'm afraid he would dare to take out his anger on Pei Yu's family dog."

Wu Xiangyu smiled, "Yes."

Seeing such a bloody scene, Lu Yana's face turned pale, and she said in fear, "Miss, let's go in quickly."

Rong Yan was unmoved, her eyes just stared at the young man, caught the word "Pei's family" that the old man said, after a while of analysis, she finally came to a conclusion.

He is Pei Yu...

That powerful official who held the world in his hands at a young age and became famous for a lifetime, but Pei Yu stood alone and lived alone all his life.

At this time, he was 13 years old, and the past, which was understated in the original book, was his most difficult years.

What I saw in the book was shocking and shocking.

His bloodstains, the thorns piercing into his flesh, kept beating his thin body, his thin lips were closed, firmly supporting him.

Why didn't he argue?
Because he knows that the world is cold, and he who has lost his power, a rebuttal is even better than a dog barking.

He held on stubbornly like this, his stubbornness was engraved in his bones and blood, and he didn't justify or refute.

When Rong Yan was reading the book, she felt sorry for him several times, but after witnessing it with her own eyes, the desire to protect that was ready to emerge was clamor and restlessness.

　Ah... I'm sorry everyone, I don't know if you can read my article?

　　The style may be different from many books.

　　The growth type, both the heroine and the hero will gradually become stronger.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)