Chapter 113 The family is pressing each other again, and the dragonling dragon finally gets angry

The old man obviously made a real fire, regardless of his identity as a great Confucian in the south of the Yangtze River. He spread his hair and cursed. However, the little rabbit in front of him slipped quickly and circled for more than ten times. The old man was a little out of breath.

The students of the rest of the three schools are very happy to watch the bustle. They don't stop or persuade, but just make a coax. The original Moxiang Baihu Academy became ridiculous in this way, and the noise was like the fireworks alley outside the academy. All of this was because of the teenager who did not belong here.

On the rockery not far from the bookstore, the woman's plain skirt cleans the dust, the cardamom is like a peony, and the delicate hands wash the amorous feelings. At this time, she is looking at the absurd drama on the fourth floor of the bookstore with an indifferent face.

"The person surnamed An is a disaster everywhere, but His Royal Highness has a large number, and he is not to blame for the past."

The charming woman smiled and said carelessly.

When the voice fell, Li Zhudai frowned slightly and glanced back at Wang Xiner, but said nothing.

Wang Xiner was only dissatisfied with the glass beads, and a trace of poison flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Now she has long been deeply involved in Liujing and can't get out of it. Naturally, the young man who made the White Fox Academy black and miasma is not far away. He was defeated again and again, and I don't know if it was because of his luck. In short, Wang Xiner no longer wanted to deal with him head-on, even if she wanted to do nothing at this time. The fairy secret book has nothing to do with the play. Wang Xiner is sure that she is sure, so in any case, she has to continue to stay, peep aside, and wait until Jiuchenjun is born to seize it. Fortunately, Nuo Da Liujing, only he and An Bochen know about the secrets of immortals. I think he can't say it, let alone say it. It's a wise choice to cling to this seemingly smart but confused princess.

Be patient for a while.

Wang Xiner said secretly in her heart, peeking at Princess Lizhu, and felt a little strange in her heart.

According to Lizhu's nature, Wangjunhu was looked at by An Bochen that day. After such a long time, she was actually indifferent... It's really strange.

Before Wang Xiner continued to think about it, a cry sounded from the door of the courtyard.

The students looked back and saw a mother and daughter holding each other, hugging each other, crying and coming to the book house, shouting and bending as they walked.

It's lively enough today. First, An Bochen provoked Mr. Yan to leave, and some people called the college as a governmentman to shout injustice. Tut, I don't know where Liu Jun's face went.

The children of the family thought in their hearts that they did not have a sense of belonging to the college. They came here to study just to have a good identity in the future.

Looking at the mother and daughter again, I saw that they were not very old. The woman was in her thirties, her body was plump, and her skin was delicate. If it hadn't been for tears for the powder makeup, it would have been charming. The girl was thirteen or fourteen years old and looked beautiful, but she cried and her nose was red, which made people feel pity. What's more, the mother and daughter are wearing filial piety. At this time, even the children of the family can't bear to cry again.

Seeing the mother and daughter, Mr. Yan was secretly relieved, stopped chasing, looked at the mother and daughter downstairs breathlessly, and said with a straight face, "Who are you waiting for? Why did you come to my college to cry?"

The woman looked at Master Yan. The woman seemed to see the backbone of her heart. She couldn't help but kneel on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "The people are wronged. The master has to make the decision for the little girl!"

With that, the woman pulled down the girl who was standing at a loss and kowtowed her head together.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan frowned and shook his head and said, "Madam, since you are wronged, why don't you go to Jing Yiwei? What's the use of coming to my college?"

More than ten steps away from Master Yan, An Bochen looked at the tearful woman, frowned, and his face gradually became stiff.

"The people's daughter was originally from Xuanhua Prefecture. She worked in jewelry at home. Two months ago, my husband died of illness, and all her wealth was taken away by the big house. My mother and daughter had no way out, so they came to the capital to join their relatives. But when they arrived in Liujing, they knew that their uncle's family had already moved. Fortunately, they still had a string of heirloom beads left by their ancestors. The little woman was so excited that she wanted to sell the jewels cheaply and exchange some money for some small business, so she found a shop. He gave the jewel to the shopkeeper, who said he wanted to show it to the owner. The little woman didn't think much about it and waited in the hall. But after waiting for most of the shopkeeper to come out, the little woman asked the clerk, who said that the shopkeeper had gone out and asked me to come back tomorrow. The little woman turned around trembling, waited for a night to go to the store again, looking for the shopkeeper, who knows..."

As she spoke, the woman cried again, crying with grief and pity.

"What happened later?"

Yan Fuzi was impatient. When he saw the woman selling off the gate, he frowned.

"Who would have thought that the shopkeeper denied it, saying that the little woman was cheating. He didn't bring the jewels yesterday, and asked people to drive the little woman out. My mother and daughter were helpless in the capital. Even the last jewel was swallowed by the traitor. I wanted to die, but I was saved by a kind-hearted person. After listening to what the little woman said, she showed great mercy and took my mother and daughter in.

The woman cried as she spoke and burst into tears. She was born dignified and touching. I don't know how many children of the family were moved by this cry.

But Yan Fuzi was obviously not so moved. He lived for more than a hundred years and saw the coldness in the world. The scene in front of him was not uncommon. The only thing that puzzled him was what the mother and daughter came to the college to do.

meditating, Mr. Yan shook his head and said, "Madam is unfortunate, and I am also very sorry. It's just that this place is a college, not a government house. What's the use of your wife coming here?

The woman cried even more. After a long time, she wiped her tears, lowered her head, and sobbed, "The kind-hearted person who took in my mother and daughter was furious and sent someone to investigate. Only then did she know that the owner of the shop was the student of the White Fox Academy."

When the words fell, Master Yan was like being struck by thunder. He stepped back two steps and suddenly changed color. The afterglow inadvertently fell to the blue-shirted teenager beside him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"An Bochen, what are you wearing on your hand!"

The sunset is gradually falling, and the residual glow falls, and bit by bit falls into the bead chain. The originally crystal clear bead chain is suddenly gorgeous. The halo is like blood, and it is like plum blossoms in full bloom, which is very beautiful.

Everyone stared at An Bochen, looking at the obviously valuable bead chain on his wrist, which could no longer be moved.

The woman sounded with sobs and echoed in everyone's ears: "That shop belongs to Moyun Building. Only after kind-hearted people inquired in every way did they know that the owner of the shop was An Bochen."

Under the public's attention, the teenager's body was slightly shocked. He subconsciously groped for the bead chain on his wrist, raised his head, and calmly said, "This bead chain is mine."

"You, you... You are lying! My bead is the East China Sea pearl, which is a century-old pearl, handed down from my ancestors, a total of eleven... Master, you have to make the decision for my mother and daughter!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at An Bochen. The woman cried with tears and fell to the ground.

Many students have rolled up their sleeves and looked at the indifferent An Bochen with righteous indignation. They just waited for someone to rush upstairs and beat the profiteer who sneaked into the White Fox Academy. And the instructors also shook their heads, and their eyes looking at An Bochen were full of disgust.

The mother and daughter cried so much that they fainted, and they didn't seem to be fake at all. And An Bochen, who was originally an virtuous and grassy, was strange everywhere after sneaking into the White Fox Academy. Everyone knew that after Mr. Li left, he left Mo Yunlou and his property to him and the housekeeper Xiao, and it was even more suspicious to skip classes for several days in a row. Connecting all this, the students and teachers suddenly realized that there was only one reason why he was late for class, that is, to harm the same poor people as the mother and daughter downstairs. The White Fox Academy has been based in Liujing for hundreds of years and has produced a lot of bastards. At most, it is also a member of wine bags and rice bags. However, it does not expect that today there is a wolf-hearted profiteer and robbing the last reliance on the survival of orphans and widows. It is not soft, shameless and cold-blooded!

Such a villain is actually carrying the name of White Fox Academy, which is really a great shame that has not been seen for hundreds of years. It not only shamed the students, but also shamed the White Fox Academy. If Liu Jun knew that the scholar he gave him was doing such a business secretly, I don't know how he would feel.

Everyone looked at Mr. Yan and waited for the virtuous Confucian to fall.

Yan Fuzi blushed and stared at An Bochen. A blue veins floated on his dry arm and gasped. The next moment, he suddenly stepped forward and picked up the c logs and smashed at An Bochen fiercely.

"Shameless thief!"

To his surprise, An Bochen did not dodge this time. He just turned his head and looked at him quietly. His eyes were clear, but it was rare in Yan's life.

"This bead chain is mine."

An Bochen said calmly, and the ctruck fell impartially. Even in the end, it would break An Bochen's left forehead and shed blood.

As soon as they saw the blood, the students upstairs and downstairs couldn't help raising their necks, rolling up their sleeves and shouting loudly: "Bite him, beat him..."

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and it was fleeting, and the c logs in Yan's hand did not fall again.

"From today on, you have nothing to do with White Fox Academy."

The old man looked at An Bochen and said, "Your guilt is conclusive. Someone will report to the official. Seeing that you are young, I advise you that if you turn yourself in and sincerely admit your mistake, you may suffer less from prison."

At dusk, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and the scenery was pleasant. In addition to a burst of scolding, it came to the teenager's ears and gradually ignited the anger that was not often in his heart.

At this moment, how could An Bochen not know the trap carefully set for him? There are bitter masters, evidence of guilt, and many doubts that are unfavorable to you. The most important thing is that he is just an insignificant straw man. Even if he has the status of a scholar, he is still an extremely humble man in the eyes of these families. Even if they make an excuse, they don't bother to listen. They have offended them as early as a few days ago. At this time, they can't wait to be scolded by thousands of people and drag them to the vegetable market tomorrow to behead them.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen subconsciously looked inside the school. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi clenched their fists, and their faces turned red and inexplicable.

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and An Bochen sighed secretly.

Even those who wear flowers and cloth shoes are hesitant. In this White Fox Academy, there are several people in Liujing, 70 miles, who will believe in themselves. You can't blame them. After all, they have only been friends for a few days, and their whereabouts are always unknown.

I'm afraid there are only two people who can believe in themselves without reservation, one is Li Xiaoguan, and the other is...

He rubbed the bead chain on his wrist, and the bitterness of the corners of his mouth was a little thicker. An Bochen said no more. He crossed Mr. Yan, ignored the wound on his forehead, and walked to the entrance of the stairs in the angry eyes of the student's teaching.

His cold eyes came. When he walked to the door of the bookstore, An Bochen stagnated and looked at the teenager in black beside him.

He hates himself so much that he can use such despicable means to ruin his reputation. Who else will he have?

With four eyes facing each other, Li Lin smiled, lowered his voice, and said lightly, "Yuanjing Village is only about 20 miles away from Liujing. If you don't turn yourself in, you will be implicated with your family, but it will be unfilial."

An Bochen's body stiffened. In a blink of an eye, the anger suppressed by him in the bottom of his heart surged out, straight up his head, and dyed An Bochen's clear eyes as red as blood.

Looking straight at An Bochen's extremely cold eyes, Li Lin's heart was cold.

Li Lin deeply despised An Bochen as his opponent, but he didn't know that from beginning to end, An Bochen did not regard him as an opponent, or even take him seriously. Except for wearing the gorgeous coat of the family, in the eyes of An Bochen, Li Lin has nothing to praise, regardless of Taoist skills or cultivation.

Seventy miles of Liujing, An Bochen has only two potential opponents, one left and one left. They are all great demons who dominate all sentient beings. In terms of means, he is many times better than Li Lin.

After a month of forbearance, now he has been framed by the smart Li Lin design and his parents. The dragon lurking in Liujing Moyun is finally really angry.