We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

Mr. Zhou looked up and saw that the older brother that Shihua was pulling was actually a young man dressed in a blue brocade gown.

Old people are wise, and old ghosts are smart. Mr. Zhou has met countless students, and he could tell from Changfeng's appearance that he was a rare genius with a holy body.

He is dignified, calm and composed. If he is given some guidance, he will surely become a pillar of the Daliang Dynasty in the future.

At the first sight, Mr. Zhou was impressed by the talent. He would be content if he had only one student like him in his life.

"Oh my, it was my fault for being so confused. I almost missed the pearl. Come on, let's all go into the mansion together, let's all go into the mansion together."

Mr. Zhou had already lovingly held Changfeng's hand and pulled him towards Zhou's residence, fearing that if he was not careful, this innate holy body of a scholar would run away, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The white-haired old lady also spoke up, "Yes, yes, yes, don't stand here at the door, otherwise, I will be laughed at for neglecting Tianshou's savior.

Also, old man, you are so stubborn that you almost drove everyone away. Think about how to make it up to me!"

The white-haired old lady is Mr. Zhou's wife and the great-grandmother of little Zhou Tianshou. She smiled when she spoke, but she was not soft-hearted at all when her husband scolded her.

Mr. Zhou is a henpecked husband. He scratched the back of his head with his hand, like a rascal who had made a mistake. "Well, well, well, please give me some advice, Madam."

"Let's go back first. Anyway, we can't let down Tianshou's benefactor."

Old Madam Zhou is quite clear-headed.

On this side, the cool boy Zhou Tianshou came over holding Shihua's hand.

"Little sister, why did you come to see me just now? You've been here for two days. I missed you guys."

"Hmm, wait a minute, I still have something to do. I haven't finished it yet."

Shihua let go of Zhou Tianshou's hand and walked up to Xiahou Zian on her short legs.

Said to Xiahou Zi'an, who had an ugly face as if he had eaten shit.

"Prince Xiahou, I am willing to accept the loss. I have done it, please fulfill the bet!"

Shihua emphasized the words "Xiahou Shizi" especially, making Xiahou Zi'an look even more embarrassed.

"We have already agreed that those who don't do it are the little dogs and turtles who will be struck by lightning."

Shihua added a few more words, and when she mentioned the thunder in the sky, she pointed her fat little hand toward the sky.

"Bang--"

A thunderclap struck from the clear sky, as if in response to Shihua's words.

Before anyone else was hurt, Xiahou Wenyuan shuddered instinctively. The scene of being struck by lightning from deep in his memory came to his mind again, and his whole body began to ache.

"Oh, I admit defeat. Prince Xiahou, please start your performance."

"That's right. We've been standing here for a long time, just to see him admit defeat. If you're a man, hurry up."

"..."

The onlookers, of course, did not want to wait in vain, and they all started to urge Xiahou Zian to fulfill his promise.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou looked at the mess in front of their house, confused and looking at each other.

The doorman was a smart man. He stepped forward quickly and explained to the old master and his wife the whole story.

The old couple found it interesting. They hated using power to bully others, and the actions of Xiahou Wenyuan and his son hit their sore spots.

Instead of trying to make peace, they stood by and watched with great interest.

The noise from the onlookers grew louder and louder, attracting many passers-by to stop and watch.

Xiahou Zi'an saw that more and more people were gathering around, and the owner of Zhou's house had no intention of trying to make peace. Instead, he just sat there with a smile on his face, waiting to watch the show. He knew that this time he couldn't avoid it and couldn't escape.

In his heart, he greeted the Yun family's mother and son, as well as the eighteen generations of ancestors of the onlookers one by one.

He may have been complaining in his heart, but he dared not go against the public opinion. After hesitating for a long time, he finally knelt down and kowtowed to Yun Changfeng to apologize.

He kowtowed three times and tried to stand up to cover it up. Before Shihua could say anything, the onlookers started to talk to her.

"Ah, ah, ah, that's it. I haven't shouted 'I am a toad' a hundred times yet. Shout louder this time. We didn't hear the apology just now."

"That's right, that sound is as quiet as a mosquito. Did you not eat?"

"If you haven't eaten, I have some here. Just shout loudly when you eat." The kind-hearted bystander handed over half a steamed bun.

Xiahou Zian's face turned red with embarrassment. Xiahou Wenyuan felt that he couldn't afford to lose face, so he took advantage of the fact that everyone was focusing on Xiahou Zian and quietly slipped away without even getting in the carriage.

More and more people are eating this lively and ripe melon, blocking Xiahou Zian's escape route.

He made a bitter face, closed his eyes, and shouted, "I am a toad."

Shihua tilted her head, "What? What are you shouting? I can't hear you, speak louder."

Xiahou Zian glared at the little baby with hatred, wanting to kill her. This was no baby at all, she was simply an envoy from hell, scarier than the devil.

Shihua smiled, as if she had the ability to read his mind and see through what he was thinking.

Haha, little guy, I like to see you like this, wanting to fuck me but unable to do so. "Okay, go ahead, go ahead. Remember, speak louder."

Xiahou Zi'an Taishe was dead. In order to get rid of this embarrassing scene as soon as possible, he made up his mind.

"I am a toad, I am a toad..."

The aloof boy Zhou Tianshou rarely smiled and secretly gave Shihua a thumbs up.

A few days ago.

King Cheng wiped out the mountain bandits and returned to his camp not far from the gate of the capital.

Lin Yan and the cool boy, along with Shihua Yun, took a carriage back to the city.

The scouts had sent back the news that Emperor Dewu had come to the city gate to greet them personally. King Cheng then sent a few veteran soldiers to escort the two little ones home.

After all, they were friends who had gone through hardships together, and now they were reluctant to part.

Even the heartless optimist Lin Yan had tears in his eyes. When Shihua was free, he would definitely go find him.

He got a lot of New Year's money, and the two of them could buy a lot of delicious food.

The aloof boy also had tears in his eyes. It wasn't easy. When he was kidnapped, no matter how the bad guys tortured him, he didn't shed a single tear.

He pulled Shihua and said, "Little sister, come here, I want to talk to you."

"I'm going too. Are you going to eat good food behind my back?" Lin Yan was unwilling to be excluded and begged to follow.

"Are you annoying? You only care about eating. Just stay away. I'll just say a few words."

The aloof boy rarely lost his temper, which stunned Lin Yan, who then stood aside obediently. He pouted unconvincedly and suddenly said, "What's so great about that? I'll draw a circle and curse you, humph!"

When the cold boy saw Lin Yan leave, he looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then he took out a copper ring from the lining of his inner shirt and carefully placed it in Shihua's hand.