overbearing

Even if Zhou Jirong didn't go to the battlefield to fight the Huns, he was usually a troublemaker, or in other words, he was always found by right and wrong.However, he has a violent temper that is quite different from his elegant and exquisite appearance, and his consistent attitude towards this is to compare whose fists are bigger. Fighting is like an indispensable appetizer for three meals a day to him.

Although he has never lost a game so far, he often walks by the river without getting his shoes wet, and not every time he is unscathed.He has suffered punches, sticks and even knife wounds and arrow wounds, but such a thing as a slap on the face is the only rare thing in his life.

This slap gave him a huge shock, he covered his face and opened his eyes wide open, he didn't understand what was going on for a long time.In my mind, I thought of it in a wild way: Fuck me!Lao Tzu slaps others every day, and today is finally called a slap?Did I ask my brother to call me?Did I tell my brother to beat me up in front of everyone?

In fact, although he had never been beaten by his brother, subconsciously he didn't feel how unacceptable his brother beat him. At this time, his focus was not on the issue of being beaten.

Zhou Jirong looked back in a blink of an eye. Although the guards were far away, they all performed their duties carefully and kept an eye on the two people in front.Although they couldn't hear what the two of them were saying, they could see every move clearly.It is well known that the only young prince in this dynasty holds a very important weight in the emperor's heart. At this time, seeing the emperor personally rewarding him with a big, strong mouth, everyone was dumbfounded.Especially Fang Zhen was not good at hiding it, his mouth was so wide open that he could stuff a whole egg into it.

So Zhou Jirong's first thought came out more soberly, that Lao Tzu was seen and beaten in a shameless way, and then passed on from time to time, and Lao Tzu's mighty and domineering image, which he had maintained for many years, was ruined from then on. up...

It would have to be a life-and-death situation for someone else to end this situation, but the person who beat him was his own brother who had worked so hard to bring him up since he was a child, and now he had to bear it no matter how aggrieved he was.Moreover, it is so natural for the elder brother to beat the younger brother that it cannot be called hatred at all, and there will never be a day when he will find his way back.

Thinking about it like this would make people feel depressed and hurt internally, Zhou Jirong's eye circles were slightly red, he pursed his mouth tightly and remained silent.

After Zhou Jiyao finished beating him, he also regretted it. He couldn't guess what irrelevant things Zhou Jirong was thinking at this time. Seeing him like this made him feel even more distressed.He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the five-fingered palm print on Da Baoer's face, but when he thought of Zhou Jirong's nonsense just now, he held back forcefully.

He retracted his hands into his sleeves and clenched them into fists, forcing himself not to look at Dabao's face, and said in a cold voice, "What did you just say? Which man do you want to like? Bai Tingyu? What is the relationship between you and him!"

Zhou Jirong just pretended he didn't hear what he said before, and Bai Tingyu was inexplicably involved later. Zhou Jirong finally couldn't help it, and snorted angrily: "What's the matter with Xiaobai? I told you earlier I only think of him as a brother! What do you mean by thinking about him all the time! Even if he likes Lao Tzu, does Lao Tzu have to like him too! There are so many men in this world, so I don’t think I have anyone else to like except him What? Just wait and see! I’m going to find three or five now!”

These words made the emperor so angry that he almost wanted to slap him on the other side of the face in the same way.Just looking at the side of his face that was obviously swollen, there was nothing he could do.His fists hidden in his sleeves were unconsciously clenched, and his nails dug into his flesh. Zhou Jiyao used this slight pain to force himself to calm down.

Seeing that the beatings were reluctance, and the scolding was of no avail, the emperor saw the unruly and resentful Dabao in front of him and felt so bad that his liver hurt.It took a while to squeeze out a sentence: "Get lost!"

Zhou Jirong didn't say a word with a sullen face, and immediately turned around and galloped away.After running a few steps, he heard his elder brother behind him calling him 'Rong Rong' with a trembling sound as if regretting it.

It's okay not to bark, but with this barking, Zhou Jirong became more and more angry, and ran away without looking back for a moment.

The other guards didn't know what was going on, and seeing that Zhou Xiaowang ran away, they rushed up one after another.

The emperor also didn't want to explain too much to others, he waved helplessly at Shi Weichen who was looking at him questioningly, signaling him to go after his carefree little master first.

Duan Ningze also came to see him off. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he secretly sympathized with the emperor's tired and worried expression. It would be a real headache for anyone to have such a younger brother.

He was still living in Zhou Jirong's mansion, so he said at this moment: "The little prince is young, no matter what he says, the emperor does not need to be as knowledgeable as him... Wait for the minister to go back and persuade him..."

Zhou Jiyao originally frowned, but when he heard this remark, he glanced at him, pondered for a moment, but then politely refused: "Rong Rong is just in a momentary mood, so don't worry about him, it will be fine when he calms down in a few days." Said: "He has always had a bad temper. You live under the same roof with him these days. Thinking about being angry with him, you have really wronged Duan Qing. The case will be judged in a few days, and those urinating people There is nothing more to write. How about it, Duan Qing, you should move back to the mansion, and I will send you a team of guards."

Although Duan Ningze didn't understand why the emperor suddenly asked him to move out of Zhou Jirong's mansion, it was someone else's mansion after all. Although Zhou Jirong's servant became more friendly to him later, the two gradually found something to talk about.Living like this is not comfortable after all.Duan Ningze did not have any objections.

The emperor looked at him carefully and he showed no abnormality, and heaved a sigh of relief.But when he thought of Dabao's words just now, his heart was still troubled, he frowned and stopped speaking slowly, and led a group of people back to the city.

Zhou Jirong ran back to the mansion in one breath, and as soon as he entered the door, he ordered everyone to pack their luggage and go back to Hanzhou.

Shi Weichen, Fang Zhen and the others searched for him in the city first, and came back later to see the frenzy in the mansion, while Zhou Jirong sat in the main hall in a daze, staring blankly. I had an angry expression on my face.

Shi Weichen had a big headache, sighed and murmured to Fang Zhen: "...I beat my son, it's just right and proper..."