At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The man casually stepped onto the last wooden step and stood at the entrance of the building.

The hand-operated folding fan, the fabric of the robe, and the accessories are all exquisite and valuable.

Suzaku pecked Xie Yuheng's little hand. "Chi chi chi chi."

It's your uncle.

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows and touched the bird's head with a calm expression.

"Yu Heng's current title is a bit small, but..."

Xie Yuheng looked at Meng Shuhong's face. His face was dull, his eyes were swollen and lifeless, there were dark bags under his eyes, and there were some fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

It basically conforms to the appearance of a person with kidney deficiency according to medical books.

An innocent smile appeared on the child's lips, "But Yu Heng is still young, and he has a long time to come."

"It doesn't matter, an elderly person like uncle won't understand."

Meng Shuhong put away the folding fan with force and laughed ferociously.

At home these days, her mother kept saying that he was not as good as a five-year-old child and could not even pass the scholar examination.

He was almost bored to death by reading it! !

My ears are getting calluses!

When I came out to take a breath, I met this little kid again, acting like a king.

He really has a face that looks very much like Meng Wanning, just as annoying, if only his good sister hadn't died early.

He couldn't help but wonder if this little brat was Meng Wanning's son.

"Haven't Xie Xiao Sanyuan heard a word?"

"Huiji died young."

Meng Shuhong held a folding fan in his right hand and tapped the palm of his left hand rhythmically.

He walked to Xie Yuheng's table with two steps.

Xie Mingli and the others looked at each other, stood up and stood in front of Xie Yuheng, looking at the visitor with unkind eyes.

There were several local students from Linyuan behind, and they quietly went downstairs while Meng Shuhong wasn't paying attention.

Meng Shuhong's contemptuous eyes swept across the few brats blocking the road.

He took off his identity badge from his waist and waved it in front of everyone.

"See you, little bastards?"

Yongchang Bo is the fourth rank, and Yongchang Bo's son is the fourth rank.

No more, no less, just one rank higher than Tinghou.

Then, he shouted sternly: "Get out of my way, my lord."

"Ah."

Xie Mingli sneered, wearing a green shirt like a straight jade bamboo, standing motionless in front of Xie Yuheng.

"Isn't it true that Prince Yongchang's majesty can no longer be contained in Beijing? It has even reached Jingzhou."

Meng Shuhong's face suddenly fell. It was precisely because the Yongchang Mansion was in Shangjing that the weight of his words was getting lower and lower.

Only then did he return to Jingzhou in the name of his mother's visit to find a way to win over Zhuang Yun, a potential stock.

"Hey, Mr. Xie Xiucai, are you planning to be disrespectful to me?"

After a moment, Meng Shuhong's eyes were filled with disdain, and his folding fan lifted Xie Mingli's chin, forcing the young man to look directly into his eyes.

"Kneel down and bow to me, my prince!"

"Did you hear that?"

Who knows, something unexpected happened.

The young man in red quickly walked out of the protective circle of teenagers.

Then, he raised his right leg and kicked Meng Shuhong to the ground.

Thanks to Meng Shuhong's age advantage, Xie Yuheng was not tall enough and it was difficult to get out of the way.

Otherwise, with a kick in the stomach, you can fly far away and be embedded in the wall like Li Fuquan.

......

For a moment, the only sound on the second floor was the crisp click of the tea cup falling to the ground, and the painful sound of Meng Shuhong holding his leg and gasping.

The tea cup in the student's hand blossomed on the ground and shattered into pieces. Lost God murmured:

"Wen can bring peace to the world with his pen, but military can use his horse to settle the world."

The person next to him obviously held different opinions and whispered:

"But pull him down. If you dare to kick Prince Yongchang, your life is uncertain."

So what about Xiao Sanyuan, so what about Tinghou.

He was granted the title of earl since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Xie Tinghou is really...sigh.

Then the man shook his head and slipped away quietly. He was afraid that if he took one step too late, he would be angered by Prince Yongchang.

Meng Shuhong's eyes were red, he stared at the little boy in red, and said ferociously: "There is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell and you break in."

"Ignorant child, if you do the following, you will die."

Xie Yuheng had a harmless smile on his face and calmly took out an object from his sleeve.

It was a piece of top-quality mutton-fat white jade, with a lifelike five-clawed dragon carved on the jade pendant.

It was surprisingly the jade pendant that Chu Heng had given him when he passed by Jiangling a few years ago.

"Prince Yongchang is very knowledgeable, why don't you take a look for me."

"What is this?"

Xie Yuheng picked up the white jade fan he had dropped on the ground, patted Meng Shuhong's petrified face, and poked his waist and injured leg.

The pain caused Meng Shuhong's pale face to turn red, even showing signs of pig liver color.

Xie Yuheng smiled and looked at his rapidly changing expression, feeling that he was quite a miracle doctor.

"It was indeed Yu Heng who was offended."

"If you are not like Yu Heng, I will kneel down and apologize to you now."

The little boy in red is holding a jade pendant and is about to kneel on the ground.

......

Xie Zhushu wanted to step forward and hold the head of the family back. What was the crime of disrespect? Their brothers were blocking him.

Although they are not biological brothers, they are both named Xie, so we share the same responsibility!

As soon as he took a step forward, Xie Zhuqing reached out to stop him. Xie Zhushu's forehead was filled with questions, and he saw his cousin shaking his head.

Went to see Xie Yuheng again.

Meng Shuhong held Xie Yuheng's knees with both hands.

Finally, regardless of the pain in his legs, he stood up and lifted her up.

Xie Yuheng lifted his feet off the ground and asked in confusion: "What is the prince doing? Do you want to play with Yuheng?"

As he said that, he tried to shake his little body, eh, it's fun.

Meng Shuhong broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, it hurt! He gritted his teeth and said, "Where did you get this jade pendant?"

Every prince in Daliang has a five-clawed dragon jade pendant, which is passed down from generation to generation.

Only the materials used are different. And mutton-fat white jade is exactly...

"Yeah, it was given to me by an uncle four years ago. Why don't you guess who it is?"

Four years ago, Jinshang personally led his troops to attack Jingzhou.

Meng Shuhong's cold sweat broke out even more violently. He suddenly remembered a strange imperial edict from last year.

The emperor ordered a four-year-old boy to take the imperial examination and become an official. At that time, his concubine died in childbirth. He only focused on getting drunk every day without paying attention to who it was.

If it's this little brat... who's registered with the Emperor, he really can't move.

"what happened?"

The fat student hiding in the corner nudged his companion with his elbow.

The skinny bamboo pole student who was stabbed looked confused. "I don't know. I guess that thing is very powerful?"

Only around Xie Yuheng, there were a few who were brave enough not to run away.

Looking at the dragon on the jade pendant, my eyes almost fell to the ground.

"What do you want to do?" Meng Shuhong's voice came out with difficulty from his throat.

Xie Yuheng pretended to sigh and said, "The prince scolded me for dying young."

"Yu Heng doesn't want to live anymore, so I will fulfill the prince's wish and die."

Then he turned to look at Xie Mingli, "Brother Wuwu, after I leave, you must take good care of my parents."

After saying that, he broke away from Meng Shuhong's hand and threw himself towards the window.

Although he knew that this kid was acting, Meng Shuhong had to accompany him...

Holding Xie Yuheng's hand, Meng Shuhong took deep breaths several times before he could restrain his desire to kill.

"Uncle is joking with you, Yu Heng, be good."

Xie Yuheng covered his eyes with his other hand and just cried, saying:

"Could it be that the Crown Prince is just like Yu Heng's three-year-old child? You want your brothers to kneel down. Is this a joke?"

The whites of Meng Shuhong's eyes were bloodshot and he was panting heavily. He really wanted to throw this kid down.

"Who is that person? Why did he make Marquis Xie Ting cry?"

People in the market downstairs pointed at the windows on the second floor.

Of course, the main thing is to point fingers at Meng Shuhong.