Emperor Jie: Brother Huang, you are too bad

But no one noticed this scene.

Yunyilou was sitting on a stone slab holding the porridge, the porridge was sticky and fragrant, and still warm, which showed that the prefect of Qingping Prefecture was a good official.It's just that the master didn't look like a good thing at first glance!Thinking of his father in the government office, Yun Yilou suddenly stood up, now is not the time for him to regret and reflect, his father needs his care, those people deserve to die.

The wrist was grabbed without warning, and the person who did it was obviously very good at controlling his strength, and did not let the porridge in Yun Yilou's hand spill out.

"Say, who asked you to do it?" The man frowned and asked, but he was in a daze the moment the child raised his head. Something lightly knocked on his brain. Before he could catch it, he heard another The voice roared, "Uncle Ying, let him go! It will hurt him!"

Feng Ziying unconsciously let go of his hand, shook his head, and looked at the child in front of him with sharp eyes. He was right, the eyes that looked directly at him were full of coldness and cruelty, which made Feng Ziying Can't help shaking.

"They should all be damned!" Yun Yilou stared red, not denying what he did just now.

"Are you going to kill them?!" Yun Huan was upset. To him, this child was such a beautiful person. How could he kill people?He cannot forgive! "How can you be so bad? They have no home because of the flood, so pitiful, why do you want to kill them? Where did they bully you?"

"Because they all deserve to die!" Yun Huan's cold eyes were full of resentment.

"You are so vicious at such a young age! Do you know that once the plague spreads, not only the refugees in the ruined temple will be doomed, but the entire Qingping Mansion will be in catastrophe!" Feng Ziying roared angrily, he is the kind of person who rarely gets angry, look It can be seen that this time I was very angry, and I didn't even consider whether these words were too heavy for an eight-year-old child.

"Uncle Ying, what are you going to do?" Yun Huan grabbed Feng Ziying's hand.

"I crippled his hands so that he can no longer harm people!" How could a doctor say such a thing?It was enough to see that Feng Ziying was furious.In the scene just now, he actually understood very well that the child's heart was not bad, otherwise he would not have given up the idea of ​​throwing the blood of rats with plague into the porridge bowl because of the kindness of the porridge man.It seems that it is more appropriate to explain it by hating iron but not steel.However, why did he have such emotions for a child he had never met, which was similar to his two little masters?The furious Feng Ziying didn't think deeply.

"No! I won't allow it!" Yun Huan stopped in front of Uncle Ying. Although he didn't know why, Yun Huan just didn't want this person who looked younger than him to be hurt.Yun Huan turned around and persuaded the villain nervously, "Promise me that you won't do any more bad things, okay?"

"Hmph!" Yun Yilou didn't speak anymore, those people were dead anyway.Yun Yilou held his head high, indicating that he was right.In order to hide the uneasiness in my heart, since they discovered it, it should control the plague and prevent innocent people from being affected.

"Do your parents know that you do such a thing?" Zimin who has been silent all this time asked suddenly.

"I don't have a mother!" Yun Yilou poked his neck.He didn't lie, he had never seen his mother, and he didn't know where her mother was.Dad didn't say anything, and he didn't want to ask.Because it is enough for him to have a father.

"What about your father?" Yun Huan asked curiously.Although his father and mother are gone, his uncles love him very much, and even his little brother who loves him the most.

Yun Yilou remained silent. Although none of these people seemed to be bad people, they had to be on guard against others. He didn't care about it, but he couldn't implicate his father.

"Next time, let me know that you will never let me know that you do this kind of thing! Just go!" Forced to say the threatening words, Feng Ziying felt a little distressed for no reason. This inexplicable emotion made him want to understand more deeply. This child, so he said so on purpose, wanting to see which family this child belongs to.

"Huh?" Yun Huan wondered why Uncle Ying let him go all of a sudden.The child glanced at them, then left with the bowl of porridge that had already cooled down.Yun Huan jumped anxiously and was hugged by Feng Ziying, "Don't worry, we will follow him quietly and see where he goes back."

Feng Ziying and the others did not expect that this child would actually enter the Qingping Mansion. "He Yue, the magistrate of Qingping Mansion, is said to be a good official, but it's really unreasonable to connive at the people in the mansion to harm the common people!" Feng Ziying snorted coldly.

"No." Feng Zimin shook his head, "Think, if he is from Qingping Mansion, no matter how honest He Yue is, he won't let the people in his mansion wear such shabby clothes."

"Zi Min is right. Let's stay calm for now. Since we already know that someone is here, it's easy to handle. Let's go back and report to the young master, and see how the young master makes a decision."

"Is there such a thing?" The little prince frowned after hearing the report. "It seems that this Qingping mansion is also tricky. Uncle Ying, Uncle Min, you take turns to monitor Qingping mansion, and report back to me immediately if there is any movement. You go down and rest first!" After finishing speaking, the prince's eyes turned, and his voice sank, "Yun Huan, stop for me!"

How miserable!

Chapter 4

The time was too short, and Yun Huan, who had no time to escape, stuck out his tongue, straightened his cat's waist back, ran up to the little brother, and smiled flatteringly, "Little brother, what's the matter? Huan'er is so hungry..."

"You still know you're hungry? I think you're already too happy to leave!" The little prince slapped the desk hard, scaring the guards into silence.

"I..." Oh no, Yun Huan knew that the little brother was really angry. "I listened to Uncle Ying's words, and I didn't run or mess around!" Yun Huan mustered up his courage, hoping to act first.However, when he saw the dark face of the little brother, he immediately regretted it. If he knew it earlier, he would have confessed and lenient.

"What are you? Huh?" the little prince asked with raised eyebrows.When did those guards see their little master so angry, they didn't know what to do.

Yun Huan trembled, pouted and was about to speak, but was startled by the little brother slapping the table again, "Do you know where it is? Do you think you have too much life? If so, I will fulfill you." !Rather than letting you act recklessly and lose your life one day, why don’t I kill you with my own hands, so as not to worry me, come here!”

Yun Huan was completely frightened, knelt on the ground with a plop, hugged his little brother's waist, and cried loudly, saying that he would never dare again.He has always known how powerful his little brother is, but he has never treated him like this.

"Huh!" The little prince pointed at the villain who was crying hoarsely and said to the guards, "Prison the second young master for me, if you let him run out again, I will break your legs!" After saying that, he walked away, He cruelly ignored the person whose little face was pale from crying.

"Your Highness." Feng Zifei quietly landed in front of his little master, who was restless all night.

"Uncle Fei, am I being too strict?" The little prince, who has always been capable and decisive, is only so cautious when dealing with the little monkey.

"It is a matter of life. If the second young master is not allowed to understand, then the second young master will be the one who will be injured in the future. However, the second young master grew up under the protection of His Highness and did not know what danger is. I respect and love His Highness the most, as long as His Highness speaks well, the Second Young Master will listen."

The little prince nodded and said to himself, "Looks like I'm still talking too hard, so let's go and see that little monkey. What kind of trouble will this little monkey have without me?"

"What's wrong?" The little prince frowned and looked at the group of people outside the little monkey's door.The headed guard saw the prince and hurriedly reported.

"What did you say? Huan'er hasn't had a drop of water yet? It's unreasonable! Why didn't you report it!" The little prince kicked open the door, "Order the kitchen to cook some food, a bunch of idiots!"

The villain, who was always alive and kicking, knelt alone in the middle of the flower hall, sobbing softly.

Uncle Fei was right, this little guy grew up by his side, and he didn't know what danger was at all. How could he take the anger out on the little guy because of his worries and fears!Walking gently to the child, he stretched out his hand from behind and hugged the child into his arms. Seeing that little face, Yun Li wiped and said softly, "What's the matter? Why don't you eat?"

The child in his arms shook his head, stretched out his little hand to grab the skirt of his brother's shirt, "Huan'er is not hungry."

"Nonsense! How long has it been since you're still hungry?" Yun Li tried hard to coax the little monkey to stop crying. When eating, the little monkey not only regained his mood, but also danced and talked about it to his little brother. Seeing the villain I saw today, I couldn’t stop boasting about how beautiful I was, and when I saw my little brother’s dark face, I quickly smiled flatteringly, “Of course, there’s no one in the whole world who is prettier than my little brother!”

Yun Yilou observed this so-called prison cell calmly. If it is a prison cell, it is really extravagant. The bed, table and chairs are complete, the bed is covered with the best brocade, and the table is freshly brewed tea.If there was any proof that this was indeed a prison cell, it was the dizzying array of instruments of torture on three walls.

The cell head and the yamen servants worked together to gently put the patient on the bed, and the cell head asked respectfully, "What else can you order, young master?"

"No, thank you." The answer was neither humble nor overbearing, without the slightest shyness and timidity of an ordinary eight-year-old child.

"Brother Rong...don't...don't...please...Shanger will be good, will be very good...please don't want me...please..." The sleeping man didn't know what he dreamed of. His face was full of pain, accompanied by convulsions all over his body, and his hands waved helplessly in mid-air, as if trying to grab something.Yun Yilou has long been familiar with such a situation. As long as he can remember, his father often