Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

The Loi Mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it was the sixtieth birthday of the original owner after seven years.

"It's a good day for the Li family's birthday. The willows are warm and the spring flowers are blooming in February. How can I repay you with rich clothes, fine food, and even better things when Zhuang Chun raises his head? You praise Nanshan to say that spring in Nanshan never grows old. I love the North Sea, which is as deep as the North Sea. May my grandmother be blessed. Jin An, my grandson wishes you happiness every year." The clear children's voice sounded, and the whole hall cheered.

Zhang Luojia nodded with a smile and asked Grandma Wang to help Li Muyang get up.

"Old sister, there is a successor to the Li family."

"No, Mr. Mu Yang may be young now, but he has already become famous in Kyoto."

"Yes, yes, in all my years, I have never seen anyone more handsome than Mr. Mu Yang."

Li Mushi bowed respectfully three times before allowing Grandma Wang to help him up, "Grandma, this is the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma that my grandson copied for you."

True to Zhang Luojia's careful training, Li Muyang was able to write at the age of three and write poems at the age of five. Now he is able to write a complete article at the age of seven. Just after the New Year, he was selected by the emperor to be the companion of the emperor's grandson.

Zhang Luojia took the opportunity to go to the emperor and reminisce about old times. He talked a lot and finally mentioned the reward from his family. The emperor happily agreed and became the youngest Zhongyong Marquis.

Li Muyang was suddenly in the limelight. Over the years, no one mentioned the amazing young man with unlimited future in the Li family. They only mentioned it briefly when educating the disobedient children in the family.

The time has come, and there is no point in staying any longer. Zhang Luojia left this body on the second day of the birthday banquet, returned to the universe with consciousness, took out the obsidian and transmitted the heavenly energy inside it to the small planet.

One step closer.

A certain official family.

A middle-aged man, still wearing court clothes, pointed to the unconvinced young master who was kneeling on the ground: "In the past, when Li Mu had a great future, he was kicked out of the house by the old lady of the Li family for being unfilial. Why don't you dare to look at me?" Why do we kick you out? You still have a younger brother!"

The kind-faced woman winked at him secretly and said: "Zhongshu, listen to your parents. That woman is really not from a good family. Don't imitate the former eldest son of the Li family, because A woman doesn’t even want a home, and now people don’t know whether she’s dead or alive without any information.”

The originally unconvinced young master on the ground thought of the rumors he had heard before, and his original arrogance weakened. He didn't dare. His family was different from the Li family. He had several concubine brothers waiting for him to abdicate in favor!

He would not be stupid like that Li Mushi, who picked up sesame seeds and lost the watermelon. There were thousands of women in the world, but if the position of the head of the family was past this village, there would be no such shop. He still knew which was more important.

The young master muttered in a low voice: "I know, dad."

The above scenarios will occur more or less in every wealthy family, and Li Mushi has completely become a textbook example of aristocratic villains.

In the Chenghuang Temple in Kyoto, three or five beggars rushed in from the corner of the outer courtyard. They carried some food in their front pockets and their faces were full of joy: "Old lady Li of Zhongyonghou is so generous. We don't eat these white-flour buns only a few times a year, so why not?" It’s so pretty to have this kind of flowery snack.”

"I have some here too, but I can't bear to eat them. It'll be good to smell them if I get craving for them later."

"Let me see, let me see, I have something here too..."

Several beggars were vying to show off the rations they had begged for today. A dirty and smelly beggar in the corner moved with difficulty. Was he hallucinating? Mrs. Li from the Zhongyong Hou Mansion, is she his grandmother?

The dirty beggar leaned on the ground with his elbows and crawled towards them with difficulty to ask, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make a sound of "ah...ah...". A closer look revealed that his tongue had been cut roughly from the base of the tongue. Go down.

"Go away and stay away from grandpas."

"Get your dirty hands off! Oh my luck, I managed to stick it so hard that I lost all my luck!"

"This mute has abscesses all over his body. Stay away from him to prevent the disease from spreading to us." A beggar kicked him aside in disgust. He had no idea that the beggar who was so miserable and lowly in the mire was once a high-ranking beggar. The proud son of heaven.

Li Mushi's body was weak and he fell to the ground. His throat was itchy and he coughed. A trace of blood foam overflowed from his lips. The middle-aged beggar glared at him fiercely: "Stay outside and don't dirty the place where we live." !”

Li Mushi: "..."

Once upon a time, the snacks that these lowly beggars regarded as treasures were his usual after-dinner snacks. Even the generous and noble Mrs. Li in their mouths was once her own grandmother who loved him dearly.

Li Mushi couldn't breathe. Ever since the fifth princess was demoted due to the gunpowder incident, all her anger was directed at him. Since his body was not up to par and could not satisfy her, this woman had abandoned him like a pair of worn shoes.

He was originally scolded by the Holy One for keeping a face-shou in captivity, and he was afraid that the news of imprisoning the eldest son of the Li family as a concubine would spread (even if he was a noble son who was kicked out, the Li family would not let it go even if they cared about their face), so they simply killed him. , cut off the tendons and tendons of his hands and feet, and threw them into a heap of beggars.

He was not good at actions and words, and could not write. If he had not relied on this miserable energy to make the people pity and give him a mouthful of food, he would have starved to death.

Swallowing the thick smell of rust in his throat, Li Mushi's eyes were dull and he waited quietly for death to come.

He still doesn't understand that his grandmother, who always loved and valued him, cruelly abandoned him because of such a trivial matter.

If...if time could go back, he would...must be fine...

It's just that he will never have the chance to do it again.