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Li Xiaoji had no intention of commenting on the rights and wrongs of this triangle relationship, but if it were him, he would just leave immediately. If he was really unhappy, he would beat up the male and female protagonists and take away all their money.

No matter for any reason, the behavior of humiliating a woman's integrity is the most disgusting and worst. Don't think that you can force others under the guise of sincerity.

Now, Li Xiaoji has protected his lifeblood and is separated from the emotional line of the male and female protagonists. If he wants to continue to follow the villain route, he has to find another point of support.

This is not difficult. Bad people often don’t need a reason to do evil. They don’t like you, you are short, or you are more handsome than him. These can be excuses.

After dinner, Li Xiaoji found a corner in the ancestral hall, put the futons together, and lay down to rest. Fortunately, it was midsummer now, so sleeping at night only felt cool but not chilly.

Three days later, the British father, who had been struggling for a long time, quietly came to the ancestral hall to see how his son was doing. He vowed to only take a look.

Li Xiaoji, who was lying on the ground reading a novel with the Traitor System a second ago, changed instantly. When the British Duke gently pushed open a crack in the door, what he saw was his straight back and kneeling with his ancestors. The son in front of me.

Seeing this, the British father was somewhat comforted. His son had finally grown up, and it was not in vain that he had imprisoned him so cruelly for so long.

Recalling the image of his son chasing after him for a hug when he was a child, the British father sighed softly, stepped forward and put his hand on Li Xiaoji's head.

"When dad recovers from his injury, he will take you to Northern Xinjiang. In a few years, he will find you a daughter from a good family. The couple will live happily together and forget about the past."

Li Xiaoji imitated the old man's example, rubbed his father's palm, and said, "It's impossible to forget. Anyway, if I get the chance, I'll draw bastard pictures on their faces!"

The British official was very happy. He sat next to Li Xiaoji, looked him up and down, and said: "With your three-legged cat skills, how can you defeat His Highness Prince Chen?"

"If they hadn't been wronged this time, let alone painting a tortoise on His Highness King Chen's face, it would be all nonsense to stop him from painting a tortoise on you."

"Then dad, please teach me martial arts. If your dad is so good, he can definitely teach his son to be even better!" Li Xiaoji bared his teeth and said his request, but he didn't forget to show off.

"Thinking about it, I'm just too kind. With a face like this, I've forced all the good guys in the city to have no choice but to take advantage of the fact that I'm both civil and military, so I can let people take a breather."

"I didn't expect that my kindness would be taken advantage of by that brat Liu Ziyu. Hum, if I don't get this back, my surname will no longer be Li!"

After saying that, Li Xiaoji's eyes widened, and he clenched his right hand into a fist, looking like "I'll fight hard."

The British father raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Okay, this is what you said. I will be tired and in pain after a while, but don't roll around like before, otherwise, dad will beat you to death!"

"Hehe, dad, are you willing?" Li Xiaoji laughed slyly, raised his chin, and looked at the British father with a hint of provocation.

Facing this face that resembled that of his late wife in her prime, the British father was of course reluctant to part with him, but he couldn't admit it, lest the brat's tail would rise to the sky, so he slapped Li Xiaoji with his palm, causing him to lie on the ground.

The atmosphere between the two of them was good, so a servant came to report that the chief steward of the Cang family was here.

The gift given to Cang Yuexue by the original person was solemnly returned by the Cang family. The chief steward said nice words as if he didn't need money, to the effect that Master Cang had taught Cang Yuexue a lesson and she knew she was wrong.

It is not good for the children's affairs to affect the adults. Instead, Master Tiancang will host a table at Qingwu Tower and hope that the British Duke will give him some face and go to the banquet.

The British Master did not make things difficult for these people, but he did not give accurate words. He was thinking about Qingwulou, hey, he is not finished until he eats vigorously and his wallet bleeds!

Looking at the large and small boxes placed in the yard, these gifts that had been carefully prepared by me completely lost their original meaning at this moment.

Li Xiaoji thought for a while and ordered people to sell these gifts for money. All the money was sent to the Salesian Church on the outskirts of the city to improve the living conditions of the orphans and widows there.

The British father was a little surprised when he heard his son's words. After he realized what he said, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. The child had grown up and knew how to manage things correctly.

Let me explain here, the customs and customs of the Yan country are different from other countries. Among the families who know each other, the names of the younger generations are clear, and the same generation can call each other by their first names.

However, there are still things to pay attention to when it comes to guarding between men and women. If they are not engaged, they are not allowed to get along with each other in private, and they are not allowed to tell each other their cousins. Therefore, the behavior of Liu Ziyu and Cang Yuexue was quite outrageous.

When the original person saw it, he was naturally furious. Who told Liu Ziyu to be so frivolous about the person he loved?

Otherwise, in the original plot, the emperor would not have punished Liu Ziyu so harshly, and Cang Yuexue was even sent to Zhuangzi by her family to eat fast and chant Buddha's name for three years.

Regardless of whether it was outrageous or not, with Li Xiaoji's interference, Liu Ziyu and Cang Yuexue's marriage was decided. The news was well suppressed, and outsiders would only think that the golden boy and the beautiful girl were made in heaven.

Li Xiaoji had no intention of interfering in the emotional development of the male and female protagonists. He only focused on training with the British master. The British master was worthy of being a battle-hardened veteran and had his own way of training people.

If you can endure them one by one, even if you cannot become a martial arts master, you can still have enough power to protect yourself on the battlefield and kill the enemy and defend the country.

Li Xiaoji was squatting on horseback, with a basin full of water on his head and a burning incense candle underneath, not to mention how uncomfortable he was.

But he is a missionary who has been tempered for many years, so this hardship is not a problem for him. However, he is originally a useless idiot who is incompetent in writing and martial arts. For the sake of character, he can only show his struggle to fight for his life.

The British father squatted on horseback opposite Li Xiaoji. Seeing his son's face becoming more and more ugly, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "If you can't hold on any longer, take a rest. Anyway, you always give up halfway."

"Don't look down on people, who said I can't hold on? I just used my strength now!"

Li Xiaoji stared, gritted his teeth, held in his breath, straightened his back again, exerted force on his abdomen and legs at the same time, trying to stabilize his center of gravity.

The British father stopped talking. This was only the first day. The brat could grit his teeth and hold on, but on the second and third days, he couldn't hold on with his will.

No matter what, at the end of the day, even though he was grimacing in pain, Li Xiaoji still tenaciously endured the training such as squatting on horseback and punching in the air.

Everyone in the mansion looked at it with wonder. Could it be that their prince could really speak for the Duke's mansion? Well, never mind, unless the sun rises in the west.

At night, Li Xiaoji tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The pain in his body made it difficult for him to fall asleep. He could only keep adjusting his posture, eager to find a more comfortable position and relax.

The original body was too hard and not as soft as his own. The hard limbs were particularly strenuous under high-intensity training, as if they had been severely run over by a big truck.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. Li Xiaoji pricked up his ears alertly and tensed his back. After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, he couldn't help but relax his body and said with a smile: "Old man, are you going to tell me a bedtime story? "

"Fuck you!" The British man, who was holding a good piece of wine and preparing to give his son a full-body massage, cursed angrily and signaled Li Xiaoji to take off his clothes. If he doesn't clear his meridians tonight, he will never be able to stand tomorrow. stand up.

Li Xiaoji raised his eyebrows and quickly took off his clothes. The British father-in-law felt a little distressed when he saw that his son's fair and tender skin was replaced by bruises and purples.

Hehe ~