I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

Meng Ying slowly walked towards Zhuo Yao and said with a slight smile: "Second Master Zhuo, did you personally hand over the congratulatory gift brought by Mrs. Salan to you?"

Zhuo Yao didn't want to talk to him at first, so he made up his mind to treat him coldly. But Meng Ying's voice was calm but powerful, just like when she used to comfort herself when she was a child. Those memories that he had forcibly buried deep in his mind were drenched bit by bit by this gentle voice like spring breeze and drizzle, and they had the potential to sprout.

I still remember my childhood, when Zhuo Yao was only about seven years old, and my younger brother Zhuo Hong was born more than a year ago, and he only moaned all day long. At that time, Zhuo Yao was worried about not being able to memorize the article. The wet nurse couldn't coax Zhuo Hong, which made Zhuo Yao even more irritable.

Tomorrow will be the time for my husband to check his homework, and tonight my mother will check first. But he couldn't memorize it no matter what. If he couldn't memorize it, it wouldn't be a big deal if he was beaten by the teacher. But if I can't recite it in front of my mother, my mother will cry again. The last time I was criticized by my husband, my mother was so angry that she lay in bed for a month and has not gotten out of bed until now. When he thought of this, Zhuo Yao felt uneasy for no reason.

The irritable little Zhuoyao originally wanted to find a quiet place to endorse Zhuo Hong, but he couldn't let go of Zhuo Hong. His sister was summoned away by the Queen Mother, and his brother could not be coaxed by anyone except his mother. Although he only knows how to cry, he is still cute sometimes. As soon as my heart was broken, I decided to coax myself.

He grabbed his younger brother from the wet nurse and clumsily hugged Zhuo Hong into his arms like a watermelon.

Xiao Zhuohong was strangled too tightly and felt very uncomfortable. He cried even louder.

Zhuo Yao was so anxious that he threw the baby to the nanny and started making faces at him. The swaddled baby may have felt it was new, so he stopped crying and started giggling.

Zhuo Yao was overjoyed and felt a sense of accomplishment, so he took the opportunity to take over his brother. The younger brother lost his previous rejection and stretched out his little hand to slap Zhuo Yao on the face, which was very interesting.

Zhuo Yao wanted to continue teasing him, so he decided to hold him and go out to play. However, due to his inexperience in holding the baby and his small stature, when he crossed the threshold, his sight was blocked, and he leaned forward, about to fall to the ground.

This pounce was just right and knocked down a little boy holding a rice bowl.

This little boy had messy hair half tied up on his head and wore a patched coarse cloth with clumps of dirt on it. This person does not look like a person from the Chen Kingdom. He has elegant facial features, long hands and feet, and is much taller than Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao knew him. His mother was a beautiful woman who was brought back from the southern barbarians by her father more than a year ago. And this boy is the son of that beautiful woman, named Xiao Yang. When they came to Zhuo Mansion, it was when their mother had just given birth to her younger brother.

No one told Zhuo Yao who this boy was. Zhuo Yao only thought that the beautiful woman was a servant, and he was just the servant's son.

Zhuo Yao bumped into Xiao Yang and the job in his hand. With a bang, the bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Zhuo Yao also lost his temper and threw his face into the food that spilled on the ground. A sour taste came over me, hey, it’s all rancid!

But these are not important. What is important is that the small dumpling in Zhuo Yao's hand was also thrown out. By coincidence, that little face, which was tenderer than egg custard, hit the broken porcelain on the ground and was pulled out with a bloody cut.

The nannies and maids behind him were furious and rushed forward. Some went to hug the infant young master, while others went to help the second young master. Xiao Yang, who was knocked down the steps, received verbal criticism and malicious looks from everyone.

"You servant! Why don't you have eyes?"

"Now you scratched the young master, let me see how you explain it to the madam!"

"Is this where you should be? Get out of here."

……

These suffocating scoldings made little Xiao Yang unable to care about the pain in his body. He slowly propped up his body and wanted to explain, "I...it's not me..."

"Who are you? If you hadn't been holding a broken bowl, could the young master's face be scratched?"

"But...I..." Even Xiao Yang himself couldn't hear the voice behind him.

He stood up, checked his whole body, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no bleeding. He lowered his head and did not dare to leave. He could only stand there and let them insult him. A pair of hands full of greasy dirt tightly grasped the unclean clothes.

Strangely, he didn't cry or get irritated. He looked very obedient, like a successfully domesticated dog, a little nervous, but quietly waiting to be punished.

Zhuo Yao stood up in confusion, patted his sleeves, turned around and saw the blood stains on his brother's face, and anger suddenly surged into his heart, like an arrow breaking through the wind, heading towards Xiao Yang.

He grabbed Xiao Yang by the collar, "Why are you here! Shouldn't you be staying in the lower house? How come you walked past here with a bowl? It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Only my brother can do this Injuried!"

At that time, Zhuo Yao was only one year younger than Xiao Yang and a head shorter than Xiao Yang, but his aura was more than ten times greater than his. His lips were trembling with anger and his teeth were chattering. He wanted to punch Xiao Yang in the face.

When Xiao Yang saw this, his pupils shrank. He stretched out his long arms, hugged his face tightly, turned around quickly, and let Zhuo Yao's fist hit his back. He murmured, "Don't hit me...don't hit me...please" Don't hit me..."

Zhuo Yao refused to give up and punched his back one after another. Xiao Yang just let him hit him.

Until Zhuo Yunjun, who received the news that his wife was seriously ill, hurried back to Zhuo Mansion and saw this scene.

When he saw Zhuo Yao so close to Xiao Yang, he almost lost his mind for a moment. He rushed towards Zhuo Yao like crazy, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and lifted him up like a kitten. stand up.

He widened his eyes and looked at Xiao Yang with frightened eyes, "You... aren't hurt, are you?"

Xiao Yang was a little hurt from being beaten just now, but he held back his tears. He raised his head, looked at Zhuo Yunjun with tears in his eyes, and shook his head slowly, "No...no."

Zhuo Yunjun took a piece of his clothes and turned him around. After confirming that there was no external injury, he breathed a sigh of relief. He said in a deep voice: "From now on, you, mother and son, are not allowed to step out of the courtyard without my permission!"

After that, he turned around and left with Zhuo Yao, who was still fluttering on all fours. Zhuo Yunjun was scared to think about the situation just now. Fortunately, he found it in time. If that little poisonous man shed a drop of blood, the consequences would be disastrous!

So he glared at Zhuo Yao, making Zhuo Yao tremble in fear.

"Why did you provoke him? How dare you hit him? Are you tired of living, little bastard?" Zhuo Yunjun shouted angrily, with a loud voice.

How could little Zhuoyao know the hidden story behind it? He only knew that his father started to scold him when he saw him, but did not scold the villain, so he retorted: "He hurt my brother! I will beat him! Just beat him." !”

Not only was Xiao Zhuoyao's words arrogant, but his expression was also in need of a beating. This gave Lord Zhuo Yun an outlet for his dark clouded heart. He raised his hand and beat Zhuo Yao violently.

Zhuo Yao doesn't like studying, so the words "obediently be beaten" are not in his dictionary!

So even though Zhuo Yao had no power to fight back, he still pinched and bit him whenever he could. This allowed Zhuo Yao to develop unexpected skills.

But the angry Zhuo Yunjun had suffered enough. The punches were harder than the punches, and the slaps were louder than the previous ones.

It wasn't until their savior, the god-like third prince Meng Ying, sent his sister back to Zhuo Mansion that he saved Zhuo Yao's dying life.