Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

"Ren Anbo?" Qiao Yue leaned forward on the horseback, speaking slowly and arrogantly: "If he, a father, doesn't teach his son how to behave, Jin Yiwei doesn't mind teaching his son for him."

The surrounding Jin Yiwei burst into laughter again.

He Zhiyang's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush up and hit someone.

It's fine if you don't do human affairs, and you can't even speak human words.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding." The man who dismounted tried his best to hold He Zhiyang who was struggling, and said with a smile: "The young master is spoiled at home and has never... never seen the world, why should you care about Qianhu? If there is trouble because of a misunderstanding To be happy, it is also against the holy will of the Guozijian and Jinyiwei's friendship!"

The emperor tried his best to transfer Jinyiwei back from Huju Pass, because he wanted the two parties to come and go frequently since they were young, so as not to fight against each other in the court, and they were extremely jealous.

If His Majesty knew that there was a conflict when they met for the first time, neither the Imperial College nor Jin Yiwei would be able to please them.

Maybe it was because what he said was on point, or maybe it was because he didn't intend to be embarrassing at all, Qiao Yue raised his chin slightly, signaling to let him go.

Pang Ying immediately said coldly: "Let him go!"

It was obviously arrogant and domineering words, but when they came out of Jin Yiwei's mouth, it was like a gift.

He Zhiyang couldn't hold back his anger, and was about to sarcastically, when Huo Yao suddenly gagged his mouth from behind.

He Zhiyang: "I!!!"

Seeing that Jin Yiwei's expression softened, the man hurriedly pushed He Zhiyang: "Young master, you went to the wrong door, why don't you go back to the Imperial College?" He then persuaded in a low voice: "These people are definitely not kind, and they are different from your former classmates. Same, hurry up, don't cause trouble at home..."

Qiao Yue's eyebrows and eyes were immersed in the shadow of the night, he didn't speak anymore, he just watched coldly.

"Know something." The man couldn't help but push He Zhiyang outside: "Go! This is not a place for you to stay."

He Zhiyang was almost kidnapped by Feng Jing Huo Yao.

As soon as he went out, He Zhiyang couldn't help cursing: "Why don't you fucking scold me, why cover my mouth?"

"Still scolding?" Huo Yao looked at He Zhiyang as if he was staring at a mentally handicapped child: "I didn't see that man had murderous intentions just now, I noticed that there was blood on his body, he must have had a lot of blood on his hands, Don't force yourself."

"Brother Yao, you have a better nose." He Zhiyang cursed: "I smell like a fucking beating."

"It's a bit scary." Feng Jing also sensed the danger: "You said if he killed us and threw them into the vegetable field as fertilizer, who would know?"

The three of them sneaked back to the Guozijian under the moonlight, and tacitly agreed not to mention tonight's disgrace.

"Brother Yang." As soon as today's math class ended, Feng Jing laughed a few times and came up to him: "After class today, let's go for a drink together?"

He Zhiyang spit out two words expressionlessly: "No."

"Go, go." Feng Jing persevered: "I can tell that you've been wanting to drink away your worries recently."

He Zhiyang raised his eyes and snorted coldly: "Then you can't see that I really want to cut people recently!?"

Feng Jing shrugged and shut up for a second.

Li Ji looked down at the book and suppressed a smile.

After that night, they all vaguely knew that the school bully trio had met bad luck at Jin Yiwei.

It's just that seeing He Zhiyang's serious face, he didn't dare to say more, and he didn't dare to ask random questions.The second section is poetry and prose. The gray-bearded doctor read on the podium: "There are trees in the south, you can't stop thinking about them, and there are wandering women in Han Dynasty, you can't think about them. First, let's talk about the word arbor, which originally means tall trees... "

He Zhiyang's heart fluttered when he heard it below, he clenched his fists and said word by word: "Joe! Yue!"

He has been arrogant for more than ten years since he was a child, from his previous life to the present.

Now it's true, the first time he suffered a dull loss, the school building was not snatched and he was ridiculed, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wished he could roll this person's flesh between his teeth.

The person on the podium was a doctor who didn't like to make trouble. He noticed that as soon as he read the first sentence, the boy in the last row of the classroom had a gloomy expression and stared at him with a half-smile.

I heard that there is a well-known dandy bully in Dongcheng in this hall?Could it be... this one?

The doctor was so frightened that his heart trembled, he lowered his gaze, and hurriedly skipped these few words.

After this class, Huo Yao also came to look for He Zhiyang, saw that he looked uneasy, and smiled: "Brother Yang, are you still bored?"

He Zhiyang said coldly: "I asked you to find Xiao Yi, how is it going?"

Xiao Yi is a folk friend of Huo Yao, who spends his days in alleys and alleys. He has a group of younger brothers who are all over the capital.

It can be called the low-profile version of Jinyiwei.

Huo Yao shook his head: "It's useless to look for him, no matter how violent he is, he's still dealing with others, and when he sees Jin Yiwei, he can't use any tricks."

He Zhiyang looked east through the window, and stayed on the roof of the Tengzihao school building in the distance: "So, there is nothing we can do to these people?"

"Not necessarily." Huo Yao sneered with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "It will be stable for two days, and then I will think of a way."

Thanks to Jin Yiwei, He Zhiyang officially started his life in school.

Before time-traveling, He Zhiyang was far away from home and was studying in a boarding high school abroad. The family relationship was weak, and his elder brother didn't want him to show up.

After time travelling, his father loves his mother, and his grandmother dotes on him. He Zhiyang can no longer bear the life of leaving home, and now he has to go back to the uncle's house for meals almost every two or three days. It's far away, and only by going back to Bo's mansion to eat a good meal can he recover his injured body and mind.

As a result, just after eating that day, the servant sent a mysterious message: "Master, the master told you to go to his study. His face is not good, please be careful."

He Zhiyang stepped into the study, and when he looked up, he saw Ren Anbo with a sullen face, the official who stopped him in front of Jin Yiwei that night sitting beside his father.

Before He Zhiyang came back to his senses, a yell came: "Kneel down!"

He Zhiyang didn't move, looking at his father's gloomy face, He Zhiyang had guessed what his father was going to talk about next, raised his eyebrows and said: "Father, do you know what happened that night?"

"You still want to hide such a big thing from me?" Ren Anbo's chest was heaving with anger, "You still don't kneel down, thank you Uncle Zheng for saving your life."

Zheng Ji participated in the defense of the capital with Ren Anbo. Up to now, their group of people died, and some of them became officials. Few people stayed in the capital. no longer communicate.

That night, he also happened to be on an errand with Jin Yiwei. Seeing that the young master of the uncle's family knew no danger, he couldn't help but help.

"Don't dare to do it." Seeing that He Zhiyang was about to kneel with a sullen face, Zheng Ji hurriedly supported his arm: "Young master, don't make any noise."

Ren Anbo thanked him again and again, then looked at his son coldly: "You are really talented, why didn't you report this to your family?"

"A few quarrels, but no action." He Zhiyang followed Zheng Ji's strength and sat down on the chair consciously: "Before I told you that I had a fight with the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, didn't you say that you didn't see any blood?" Don't you have to report it to bother you?"

Ren Amber slammed the table, and the blood vessels on his forehead were full of anger: "... A few words of quarrel? You and your classmates are fighting between spirits, and arguing with Jin Yiwei is a fatal thing. Can it be the same!"

He Zhiyang frowned, knowingly didn't speak.

Zheng Ji also said a few words appropriately: "Young Master, don't blame me for talking too much, do you know that Qing Chang's family of Dali Temple collided with Jin Yiwei's carriage on the street, and they had an argument. Not long after, the whole family was found out. After being sent to prison, he was beaten to pieces within a few days, it was horrible."

He paused and said: "Don't look at Qiao Qianhu and the others who are young, they are also cannibals, don't take it lightly, you still have to listen to your father and don't cause trouble for the family. "

"It's not me who caused trouble, but he who provoked me." He Zhiyang briefly explained what happened, hoping to gain the support of his elders: "There are more than 40 martial arts students in total, and the area they occupy is larger than the two halls of our Imperial College. Why? ? Rolling over after practicing in the school building every day?"

"I think the Imperial College is small and you come to live at home, and several yards are empty." Ren Anbo changed his past pampering and indulgence to his son, and hummed: "Why do you care how many houses they occupy? Dare to ask for the things in the Jinyiwei's picture , I think you are dying!"

"..."

It's the same tone as those old cowards in the Imperial College.

He Zhiyang gave up all hope for his cowardly father, and simply kept silent.

Ren Anbo couldn't see his son's silence, and said: "You are not allowed to have any contact with those people in the future. If you see them, you should hide away, you understand?"

Seeing his father who has always indulged him speak so harshly, He Zhiyang felt complicated for a moment: "...Are you raising a son or a rabbit? So what about Jin Yiwei? A dog is domineering and can eat me... ..."

"quietly!"

Zheng Ji motioned He Zhiyang to lower his voice.

"There is an official joking with his concubine at home, in fact..." Pointing to the roof: "Jin Yiwei was lying on the roof and heard it clearly, most of the court officials have Jin Yiwei's eyeliner in their homes, you can guarantee Can your father survive?"

"..."

He Zhiyang was immediately upset, and he didn't bother to say a single word other than perfunctorily agreeing to their orders.

Staying at home was boring, so He Zhiyang summoned his cronies to have a few drinks at the tavern next to the school.

He Zhiyang talked about the matter just now, and said lightly: "Jixian Hutong is the site of our Imperial College, and Jin Yiwei wants to come from behind, it's not that easy!"

Huo Yao immediately grinned: "I thought your father had a title and could be better than mine... who knew that your father is the same as mine."

"Jin Yiwei is a mad dog helping the imperial court." Feng Jing looked at it openly: "Why bother with the mad dog?"

"Mad dog?" He Zhiyang sipped his wine, his handsome profile was full of anger: "Master, if I want those mad dogs to see me, I will be afraid, and I will run away with my tail between my legs in the future."

Feng Jing laughed straight: "It's a bit difficult, brother Yang, don't hit the dog and you'll get bitten instead..."

Before he finished speaking, He Zhiyang had already knocked him on the forehead.

"That's right, we can't challenge them directly." Huo Yao said: "These people are poisonous, if they get into trouble, there are actually many ways to deal with them. I asked Xiao Yi to keep asking."

He Zhiyang hummed, and couldn't help but look back frequently.

There were so many times that Huo Yao also began to look behind him unnaturally: "Your neck twitched?"

He Zhiyang was heartbroken, and reluctantly admitted his love: "...I was scared by my father, he always told ghost stories to scare me, and made me feel like there was Jin Yiwei following behind me..."

Huo Yao was even more heartbroken: "Why do you fight when you look like this? Don't even try to regain the dignity of a school bully. Listen to your father and be a decent person."

He Zhiyang immediately said: "Not compromising with power is the bottom line of my life, thank you."

Huo Yao smiled: "Actually, Xiao Yi didn't think of a good solution. They just came here a few days ago. According to me, it's still the same sentence. Let's wait and see what happens."

"It's best to let them suffer." He Zhiyang probably had a vague plan: "The internal injuries are caused by anger, so it's no wonder we are on the body."

Huo Yao nodded thoughtfully: "It's a way, and it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people without leaving a name."

"There is one more thing, capture the thief first and capture the king." He Zhiyang has been a school bully for many years, giving full play to his past experience: "What is that Qiao Yue, the son of the commander, I think he is the most unpleasant! Let's think first A way, teach him a lesson!"

He Zhiyang recalled how Qiao Yue looked at him coldly on the horse, and almost lost his breath to the sky.