overbearing

This Xiaoer seems to be a son of a rich family, Zhou Jirong felt that every piece of flesh on his body should be very precious, and originally planned to wait for someone to redeem him, and he would have to talk about money to bargain.

But now that Yan Huan opened his mouth, he was extremely hesitant, and if he wanted to make a big sum, he thought that Yan Huan's salary might not be generous, and a high asking price would only embarrass him, and finally said: "How much money do you think he is worth? Just look at it and give it a meaning."

He originally wanted Yan Huan to make a number himself, so he thought about adding or subtracting.But who would have thought that Yan Huan only agreed to say yes, but abruptly disappeared, and never mentioned the amount of silver taels again.This made Zhou Jirong a little uneasy in his heart, worried that Yan Huan really meant what he meant, and that ten taels or five taels would be regarded as Xiao Er's ransom.

It is said that Xiao Er is a martial artist after all, he has some strength, and he can chop firewood quickly and well. If he really only asks for a price of ten taels or five taels, it is better not to let him go, and let him go to the barracks to chop firewood for a lifetime.But the words have been said, but it is not easy to take them back.

I had no choice but to suffocate my depression, turned my head to vent my anger on the second child, threatened him a few words, and urged him to work harder and finish the work quickly, and don't want to sleep today if we don't finish it.

Even so, he walked all the way out of the hospital, thinking of how the white money would shrink, he was really full of melancholy and unhappy.Zhou Jirong was thinking that anyway, it would be better to be a favor with Yan Huan and not pay Yan Huan back, but at the same time he felt that no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, even if it is a piece of tasteless food, it would be a pity to throw it away.

He had already drank some wine, his mind was a little dazed, and he was still walking like this all the way in a war between heaven and man, and his steps slowed down staggeringly.But Yan Huan behind him didn't know what to think, he didn't notice Zhou Jirong in front of him, and bumped into his back.

The two of them came back to their senses, Yan Huan was startled, but Zhou Jirong didn't care very much, turned his head to look at him, and continued to be absent-minded.

Yan Huan was a little more careful, and seeing Zhou Jirong's expression of contemplation and difficulty in making a decision, he finally couldn't help but said, "Little prince, what are you thinking?"

Zhou Jirong said casually: "I'm wondering whether you want to take your money..." As soon as he spoke, he came to his senses, stopped the conversation abruptly, turned to look, and sure enough, he saw a trace of weirdness on Yan Huan's face that couldn't be concealed. look.

Even though Zhou Jirong had always been thick-skinned, he still felt uncomfortably uncomfortable when he saw Yan Huan's astonished and clear gaze, which seemed to be ashamed, but also not.

He didn't bother to think about it, he became angry from embarrassment, and said viciously: "Are you slandering me for being greedy for money?"

Yan Huan seemed a little surprised when he heard the words, and when he glanced at him, he saw that Zhou Jirong's expression was quite uncertain, as if he was going to make up for it if Mr. Fu was upset.

Zhou Jirong's love for Yinzi has always been a behavior that is clearly put on the table and doesn't even bother to cover up.But Yan Huan knew far more than others, he was silent for a moment, and said softly: "No, I was just thinking that it is not easy for you to worry about the people's livelihood in Hanzhou when you are young .”

Zhou Jirong never expected that he would suddenly mention this.Can't help but startled slightly.

Yan Huan was also silent. He looked at Zhou Jirong secretly by the light under the eaves. At this time, he had no expression because of surprise, his thin pink lips were slightly parted, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes were opened wide. It's really beautiful, with sparkling waves like autumn water.The night seemed to completely cover up his irritable temper and vicious words and deeds, leaving only his exquisite appearance and slightly childish expression, making him look like a simple boy of his age, clear and beautiful.

It is such a young man who is so bright that he looks a little fragile, he has been in charge at a young age, and has firmly guarded Hanzhou for ten years so that foreigners cannot make an inch of progress, and has strangled the throat of the Xiongnu's southern criminals.Hanzhou was able to recover to its current state of nothingness in just over ten years after the war, and this wild, stubborn and domineering little prince contributed a lot to it.

In the past few months, when he ransacked the house, he searched like three feet of the ground, which also made him famous in the capital as a greedy money lover.But as far as Yan Huan knew, all the money that Zhou Jirong plundered in every possible way was intended to be used for various developments in Hanzhou, and none of it was used for his own extravagance and pleasure.

For such a character, even if his temper is more irritable and unreasonable, and his eyes are so open that his relatives do not recognize him, Yan Huan still has to admit that he has admiration and respect for this young man in his heart.

Yan Huan said sincerely: "The little prince also needs money so badly that he has no other choice."

Zhou Jirong has always been thick-skinned and sharp-tongued, never afraid of arguing and scolding others, but he is rarely told in a considerate and understanding tone that he was just forced to do so.

For so many years, he has armed himself domineeringly and unscrupulously with his teeth and claws in the air. He always has the posture of being fearless and ignoring nothing. At this time, the outer shell seems to be scratched lightly by something, itchy Very crispy.

He felt his mouth was a little dry, and his heart was beating faster. He laughed a few times dryly, and he didn't know where to go with his sharp tongue. He didn't know what to say for a while. , the silver is white and the gold is yellow, much cuter than a woman! I don’t have anything to do, don’t be so self-righteous there!”

Yan Huan didn't know if Yan Huan noticed his talk about being strong but doing nothing. After listening to it, Yan Huan didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he said softly: "Yes, it is what the little prince said."

There was gentle kindness hidden in his tone, but it made Zhou Jirong more uncomfortable than a direct rebuttal.

He snorted, fell silent for a while, and suddenly asked Yan Huan: "You have been on the battlefield, so you must have killed someone?"

Although he asked strangely, Yan Huan still recalled the unpleasant experience, and said truthfully: "I followed General Yuan when I was 16, and it was two years before I killed someone for the first time..." He thought of the man in front of him Having experienced hundreds of battles, but not yet his age at that time, his voice gradually softened.

Zhou Jirong, however, was obviously too lazy to have any delicate thoughts about the ups and downs of his life. He waved his hands and said, "It's a good fortune teller. Hanzhou has never been peaceful. I rode a horse and fought against the Huns when I was ten years old." He smiled. She still smiled like a spring flower, but her expression was a little cold and lonely: "But the first time I killed someone was before that."

Yan Huan was taken aback, so Zhou Jirong said slowly in a cold and ruthless voice: "Hanzhou was poor in those years, and once there was another disaster year, the common people couldn't eat, and if there was no more food, many people would starve to death. I followed Uncle Cheng to raise money and food from the big family. Uncle Cheng said all the good things, and promised to double the repayment after this year's delay, but it still didn't get much food and silver. I remember that time Uncle Cheng There is no other way, he is such a strong man, he almost knelt down and begged at that time, the man was red and full of fat, and his complexion was even better than that of Lao Tzu, but he still shook his head and said no, no borrowing. "

"The so-called gentry and aristocrats are those people who don't have to serve corvee, have reduced taxes, and have enjoyed all kinds of benefits, but they are becoming more selfish and greedy." Zhou Jirong said lightly: "Later, I chopped him up with a knife. Naturally, if there is any, it becomes Lao Tzu's, so there is no need to borrow it."

Yan Huan didn't know about this episode, Zhou Jirong said it lightly, but Yan Huan didn't like it very much, thinking that Zhou Jirong was only nine or ten years old at the time.He recalled the thrilling feeling when the other party's blood was still warm splashed on his hand when he killed someone for the first time, and he said with sincere pity: "You must have been very scared at that time..."

But Zhou Jirong shook his head, and looked at him with a look of inexplicability: "Why should I be afraid of killing the damned? I don't care whether they are reluctant to part with the money or bully me when I am young, anyway, they are all kinds of disobedient. They are so Selfishness, disregarding the overall situation of Hanzhou and the lives of the people, dare to act arrogantly in front of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu tells them to see who is more arrogant than whom."

He sighed, not without regrets: "It's a pity that only one person was killed, and the others are all obedient and obedient, so soft that there is not even a bone. Don't tell me, I have practiced kung fu for so many years, and this is the first time I have practiced kung fu." , the sword technique is really neat! His head fell to the ground with just one cut, and there was no blood on the knife... I wanted to have a few more people practice it!"