Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

His wife stalked and peeped, Zhou Renlin knew nothing about it, the white and fat second son Yuxue was cute, and gradually diluted the grief of his second son's death, he quickly accepted the fact and continued to live a busy life.

He sneaked out of his busy schedule today, looking for a reason to go out to visit his concubine's youngest son, never thought that he would run into the eldest son of the concubine by chance!

It was like a living treasure falling from the sky, which made Zhou Renlin happy and smiling. Because his son was promising, he couldn't hide his pride. After thinking for a while, he proudly introduced: "Ying Niang, this is the son of the Rong family, a family friend named Youtang, the champion of the new division!"

"Ah? So that's it, my concubine is being rude." Su Yingying was overwhelmed with surprise. She always remembered the generous help of the Rong family father and son in the Western Suburb Cemetery. She hurriedly held her son's fist with her right hand and gently pressed the back of his neck with her left hand, and solemnly guided the baby to give birth to him. Rong Youtang bowed and thanked him, and coaxed him softly: "Ming Yi, Yi'er, come, give a salute to the son of Mr. Rong En."

"Yi Ya~" The baby was carefree, grinning, showing bare pink gums, just as if his mother was playing with him, happily kicked his legs, and slapped his mouth at Rong Youtang.

Su Yingying taught solemnly: "Good boy, remember, Mr. Rong is our mother and son's savior."

Thousands of hatreds have nothing to do with ignorant babies.

Rong Youtang sighed secretly, smiled back politely, and said politely: "It's just a little effort, don't worry about it."

"Hahaha~" Zhou Renlin laughed loudly, with his head held high, his whole body refreshed and relaxed, and he praised majesticly: "Okay, okay! You should get close."

Rong Youtang's smile seemed vague, and he calmly said: "You are busy, I have something else to do, excuse me."

"and many more!"

Zhou Renlin grabbed the eldest son's arm. Ever since he suddenly lost his second son, he yearned for the prosperity of his heir more and more, so he invited with great expectation: "Youtang, shall we have a meal together?"

Rong Youtang trembled involuntarily, and broke free subconsciously, the smile disappeared, turned his back to Su Yingying's mother and son, and said dryly: "I have something urgent, so I can't accompany you."

Su Yingying was immersed in the admiration of her benefactor's son who was the champion of the new department. In addition, Rong Youtang was born beautiful and elegant, so she didn't notice her boredom and displeasure for a while. disappear completely.

"What is your urgent matter? No matter how urgent you are, you can't miss three meals a day. You are only 17 years old and still growing. Don't starve to death." Zhou Renlin raised his chin with a loving father's face, and taught him confidently .He thought to himself: The old eunuch Shurong Kaiji and Zhengqing's stubborn donkey were not there, there was no villain to instigate, Mingtang should listen to his father's words, right?Thinking of this, he felt that he had humiliated and compromised a lot, and his stomach was full of sourness. He couldn't help but sneer and say: "Oh, they are too careless. How do they take care of their children? The scorching sun, let you be hungry, Running around sweating profusely from the sun!"

they?

My adoptive father and uncle?

Why do you accuse them?During the 13 years in the Zhou family, how have you ever taken care of me?The back house is chaotic, you don't even bother to make friends with each other, you only socialize and drink flowers and wine to hide in peace, have fun, be selfish and ruthless!

Rong Youtang "Teng" became angry for a moment, his face sank like water, and he retorted in a flat tone: "Don't bother Mr. Zhou, my father is waiting for me to go back for dinner, excuse me." After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey! You are still impatient." Zhou Renlin grabbed the bastard again, still unwilling, resolutely refusing to hand over his clever and flexible son to the old eunuch who took advantage of nothing.

Kyoto is prosperous and prosperous, with heavy traffic and pedestrians of all kinds. It was just before noon, and the streets were crowded with people rushing home for dinner.

"Bitch maid, bastard."

"What did Zhou Lang think of me? Why did he deceive me so many times?" Yang Ruofang's lips trembled. After losing her second son, her temples were graying. The main street of Beijing.

Because it was a secret follow-up, she only brought a coachman, a servant, and two maids. The coachman stayed in place to guard the carriage.

"Madam calm down, please don't be angry. In public, you have to save some face for your lord. After all, he is walking in the officialdom, so it is not appropriate to confront him on the spot. You should be advised to go back to the house, close the door, and discuss carefully."

"Ma'am, this old servant has watched you grow up, get married, raise your children, but you are angry with your concubine and concubine all day long. It's too much! The second son's body is still alive, and everyone in the family is sad, but he is fine. You ask a few questions in person, bring Su's mother and son back to the mansion, search the small courtyard where she lives, and rectify the family law!"

"Okay, okay, it's better for you to face me." Yang Ruofang looked in a trance, nodded frequently, her eyes were straight, she tightly clenched the dagger, her palms were sweating and wet, and the dagger was slightly slippery.

"Well, of course we are towards you."

"On the day you got married, the old lady gave you a great gift and earnestly entrusted us to serve you as a dowry. This old slave will always remember it in your heart."

Yang Ruofang, who was wearing a veiled cap, was short of breath and trembling.

The traffic was crowded with people, and the mules, horses and donkeys were slowly walking away with their goods on their backs. The young man who led the way suddenly stopped and turned his head to remind: "Madam, wait a minute, let the carriages pass first."

Yang Ruofang stopped and turned to look:

A tall and spacious vermilion-topped carriage drove steadily, surrounded by a circle of strong and well-dressed men. The Ninth Prince Zhao Ze'an was sitting in the carriage, accompanied by his confidantes, servants and guards.

Zhao Ze'an served his father in the palace for two full months. The palace walls were towering and the rules were strict, which bore him to death. Emperor Chengtian doted on Lao Laizi, and allowed him to go out of the palace to relax in Prince Qing's Mansion until the 16th Longevity Day in the twelfth lunar month. On the eve of the eve, I will return to the palace to celebrate my birthday.

"Ah, it's so lively!" Zhao Ze'an was in high spirits, and he watched the bustling market through the cracked iron-clad wooden car window.

"Your Highness, please sit still and touch the wall carefully."

Zhao Ze'an patted the window sill with his left hand: "Don't worry, I'm holding on to it." He jumped for joy, like a bird flying out of a birdcage, regaining his freedom, even laughing when he saw a mule pulling a cart.

With a glance, he suddenly found that Rong Youtang was standing next to a carriage opposite, talking to someone, and carrying a long box in his hand.

"Brother Rong?"

Zhao Ze'an immediately smiled, leaned on the window sill, and blurted out with forgetfulness: "Brother Rong, what are you doing?"

However, at this time, a long line of mule carts pulling vegetables into the city passed by, and the drivers shouted loudly: "Let me go, let me go!"

"Grandpa, please step aside."

"Hey, Tie Zhu, you dropped your cabbage!"

"Hey, it's really annoying, this stupid mule, he doesn't look at the road when he walks, and he twists and turns."

……

Zhao Ze'an's call was drowned out, and the carriage was also stopped by the mule cart team crossing the intersection. He thought for a while and said, "Waiting for nothing, it's so boring. I want to see what Brother Rong is doing."

"Your Highness, absolutely not!"

"Oh, it's messy outside, you are so honorable, you can't make any mistakes."

"It's okay, Brother Rong is not an outsider."

Boys love to play by nature, Zhao Ze'an's little plan was crackling: Haha, I'll go to Brother Rong to go shopping in the market, buy some interesting things, and then go to his house for dinner. It's best to have fun until dark before returning to the palace!

Zhao Ze'an struggled for a while, and finally got out of the car excitedly. He was not as tall as an adult, completely hidden in the crowd, surrounded by a group of guards, and walked towards the opposite street.

at the same time

"Ma'am, they are leaving!" The maid reminded nervously, struggling to look on tiptoe.

Yang Ruofang made a decisive decision: "Don't wait, go through and never let them slip away, otherwise Zhou Renlin will definitely kill him and refuse to admit it."

——She was disheartened, full of regrets, subconsciously abandoned the nickname "Zhou Lang" and called "Zhou Renlin" directly.

"That's right, lest they deny it." The servant woman suddenly realized, and loyally helped the mistress to clean up the restless concubine.

now

Rong Youtang's patience was exhausted, he struggled again, dodged a few steps to one side, couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhou, I do have something important to do!"

"You don't even want to eat a meal?" Zhou Renlin asked angrily, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, in front of the concubine's youngest son, his dignity as a father was demolished, deeply ashamed and angry, he gritted his teeth, stubbornly fought, and blocked the way , said angrily and sadly: "Youtang, I just asked you to accompany me for a meal, isn't that okay?"

"My lord..." Su Yingying was bewildered and at a loss for what to do. She watched Zhou Renlin entangle the son of Mr. En, and cautiously advised: "Since Mr. Rong has something important to do, my lord, why don't you make an appointment?"

"Shut up!" Zhou Renlin waved his hand irritably.

"Yes." Su Yingying forced a smile, took a step back, and bowed her head in embarrassment.

Rong Youtang was firmly blocked in his way, he smiled angrily, gritted his teeth and asked, "Master Zhou, what do you mean?"

Rebellious and unfilial son!

Just as Zhou Renlin was about to speak, a familiar and terrifying voice suddenly came from behind him: "Good question! I also want to ask, Zhou Renlin, what exactly do you mean?"

Yang Ruofang, burning with rage and hatred, rushed out from the left side of the carriage and questioned her. She tore off the veil on Su Yingying's head with her left hand, and then slapped her back with a crisp and loud "snap". Su Yingying, who was caught off guard, fell to the ground.

"Ah—Madam, please forgive me!"

"You maidservant, what are you? A prostitute whore, a coquettish woman, who dares to play tricks and disrespect the mistress, bah!" Yang Ruofang's face was livid, her eyes were red and swollen, but her lips were pale. She was stimulated by the happy scene between her husband and concubine. Losing all reason, she viciously kicked Su Yingying's lower abdomen with her two kicks, and the latter rolled and avoided screaming in pain.

"Ma'am, what are you crazy about?" Zhou Renlin was dumbfounded, very guilty, and stopped without confidence.

Yang Ruofang turned a deaf ear and didn't look at her husband. She passed by like a gust of wind and glared at the two concubines: Mingtang has grown up, her wings are getting stiffer, and she can't move easily. Pity Hong'er, who died in vain...

What does she want to do?Rong Youtang looked at each other calmly, frowning, unintentionally meddling in the Zhou family's internal affairs, and wanted to get away, but was stopped by Yang Ruofang, "Stop!"

Rong Youtang asked coldly: "It seems that you are going to let me go today?"

"Nonsense, I just care about you, just chatting." Zhou Renlin eagerly explained, bending over to help the concubine.

Yang Ruofang didn't say a word, she was panting, her eyes burst into white light and then into darkness, mixed with messy gold stars, she bit her lip, tasted blood, her chest and lungs ached, her eyes filled with tears, trembling like leaves in the wind, she accidentally married the wrong man, She was so regretful that her intestines were green, she clenched the dagger tightly, turned her eyes sharply, and looked at the immature baby——

It's you, little bastard!

The bastard born of a whore is also worthy of being named "Ming" side by side with my son?

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ruofang's long-standing grievances erupted, and she suddenly pulled out the dagger. Under the bright sun at noon, the dagger shone coldly, and she stabbed the baby's neck without hesitation!

"No!" Su Yingying yelled miserably.

"Stop!" Zhou Renlin's eyes were wide open, and the maids and servants were dumbfounded, at a loss.

Rong Youtang was shocked and stunned, he had no time to think, and immediately rushed forward, raised his arms to block, pushed Yang Ruofang away, and asked puzzledly: "Why do you vent your anger on the baby?"

"Ma'am, calm down." The maid hurriedly supported her.

Yang Ruofang took two steps back, with a frenzied expression, her face turned from livid to gray, she clenched her teeth, raised her dagger again, attacked Rong Youtang, and scolded: "Little beast, go to hell!"

Rong Youtang dodged quickly, and shouted: "In broad daylight, are you crazy?" He dodged, retreated to the back of the carriage, and before he could stand still, he heard the voice of the Ninth Prince: "Brother Rong, what are you doing?" ? Calling you will not agree."

Zhao Ze'an was elated, and took two brisk steps, leaped over the horizontal carriage, and plunged into the conflict area. Most of the guards were on guard against the collision of passing vehicles and horses. Although they followed closely, they were blocked by the carriage for a moment.

At this moment, Yang Ruofang, with blood-red eyes, held up the dagger and rushed towards Rong Youtang again. She had no interest in life and just wanted to die with her enemy!

The Ninth Prince almost fell from the sky, totally unexpected.

Rong Youtang turned his head suddenly, saw the smiling Ninth Prince running towards him, his heart stopped immediately, and he shouted anxiously: "Stand back!" He could have avoided the dagger, but with a sudden pounce, he knocked the Ninth Prince away, making a mistake with Yang Ruofang. As he passed by, his left arm felt cool for a while, and then warm blood gushed out, causing sharp and severe pain, and he blurted out in pain, "Ah!"

Zhao Ze'an was unprepared, he fell back firmly, and was caught by the guards. Their duty is to protect the prince. At this moment, the first reaction was to shout: "There are assassins!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

Among them, the guard who followed the carriage first saw a man stabbing the prince with a dagger. He was shocked, and without thinking, he instinctively raised his leg and kicked Yang Ruofang in the chest, sending the man flying a foot away. Fall down hard.

If the Ninth Prince is injured, no one present can escape the responsibility.

Rong Youtang pressed the wound on his arm, the blood quickly soaked his left sleeve and dripped down, he reluctantly rushed to ask anxiously: "Your Highness, are you alright?"

"I, I'm fine, you're injured!" Zhao Ze'an was shocked, his heart was beating like a drum, and he asked blankly, "What's going on?" As soon as the words fell, the two servants who rushed to help Yang Ruofang screamed in fear: " lady?"

"Come on, come on, help me!"