The little princess tames the prince

Chapter 1145
A few people were gearing up, with a smirk on their faces: "Let's go." He ran towards Zhao Jin, Jin brother's calf was weak, he took two steps back, almost fell, his hands stopped shaking the rattle, and his eyes widened. The milky voice turned into a high-pitched voice: "Take it!"

Before he could say anything, several attendants had already been piled up from the crowd.They followed Zhao She through life and death, and even came to the battlefield.To deal with a few little beggars, I only stretched out my hand to lift them, and before they realized it, they were already carried in mid-air.

"Ah, let go of me, I'm going to kill you!" The little beggar in the head cursed loudly, and the followers laughed and said, "If you want to be my father, there is no hope in this life."

The messenger came in front of the prince, bowed and presented the letter in his arms, Zhao She took it and unfolded it, and looked at it head-to-head with Zhao Xiaomao.Zhao Xiaomao Yanran: "Cousin, I just want to know what King Jiangyang is thinking?"

"I told him a long time ago that I didn't marry a weak daughter." Zhao She threw the letter to Zhao Xiaomao to put it away, and said to Brother Zhi who was still fighting: "It's alright boy, it's not over yet."

Zhao Zhi was annoyed at first that they had soiled his and brother Jin's clothes, it was a serious matter to soil the young prince's clothes.For a while, he was playing hard, sweating all over his body and feeling comfortable, when he heard his father speak, he replied in his busy schedule: "Yes."

He is the honor of the little prince, and he has entered school again, not only studying poetry and books every day, but also the suffering of people's livelihood.Originally he had sympathy for the poor, but today he met a naughty little beggar who would rob him if he didn't steal, Zhao Zhi's temper was brought up.

It turned out that when he hit someone, he still felt that the victory was invincible.When several people came up to beat him together, Brother Zhi got angry and started fighting unceremoniously.Seeing them going to beat their nephew, the father spoke again.Brother Zhi exerted his strength immediately, and saw a little beggar punching him in the face. The fist was dirty, and he didn't know whether it was dirt or dust.

I want to use my sleeves to cover my hands so that I can walk on the road, so I wear a dress with arrow sleeves instead of long sleeves.He has been fighting until now and has not won because Zhao Zhi thinks they are too dirty and doesn't want to touch them.At this time, it is necessary to make a quick decision. Clamp the fist with both arms, exert some force, and there are a few crisp "creaks", and the fist is broken at the wrist.

It is common for a beggar's child to be beaten on weekdays. He did not cry out in pain, but bit his lip hard, sweating coldly on his forehead, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

The other little beggars were startled, their hands and feet flinched a little, Zhao Zhi stepped forward, kicked one in the chest, flew straight to the onlookers, bumped into the person who screamed in pain, and fell to the ground.The little beggar who hit the person fell to the ground, stretched his neck a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood, half of which fell on his own clothes.

"Killed, report to the officer, someone killed!" The remaining two ran away, not forgetting to shout loudly.The onlookers scattered a few steps with a bang, and saw Brother Zhi, who was frowning and looking down at his shoes.

The shoes on his feet are stone blue silk shoes made of bamboo orchids, which were sewn for him by his second sister-in-law Qingcheng.Qingcheng is good at needlework. He is second only to his mother and two older sisters. He likes to work. Now he stands on one leg and lifts the other foot steadily, as if showing off his kung fu. He only bends down slightly. Move your feet up to your eyes to look at the dust.

Among the scattered onlookers, those who hadn't left cheered: "Okay! This young man is good at kung fu, and his legs are steady." The two little beggars who ran away and shouted "Killed" were dumbfounded when they saw it. Forgot to shout for a while.

Zhao She and Sister Zhen couldn't help laughing, watching their son's little brow wrinkle even more, and staring straight at the dust on his feet. "Uncle Wu, I'll wipe it for you." Brother Jin ran over and handed him the handkerchief in a childish voice.

"You clean your shoes." Zhao Zhi glanced at his nephew, feeling that his shoes were even more unbearable.On the shoe, there was not only dust, but also a piece of candy dripped from Jin Ge'er's candy eater on the way.

Zhao Jin followed his example, standing on one foot and raising the other.As soon as the foot was lifted to the waist, the other leg gave way, and he sat down on the ground. Zhao Zhi frowned even more, and jumped back two steps with one foot: "It's dirty again."

With a sound of "chi la", the clothes of a little beggar carried by the attendants were torn apart, from the collar through the back to the waist.The little beggar fell to the ground, but his heart was still alive.Seeing Brother Jin sitting on the ground and trying to get up, he rushed straight over two steps, bent down in front of him and reached out to grab his golden lock, wanting to get some money before leaving.

The little brother Jin stood up, and punched the beggar's face in a dignified manner. The fist was fat and white, with a few micro dimples, and hit the beggar's face.

"Ah!" The beggar only felt a sharp pain in his nose, and covered it with his hands, a stream of blood flowed out.Hearing someone beside him shout: "Okay!" Zhao She smiled at his grandson: "What's wrong with you, kid!"

The child is too young to learn.

Jin Geer smiled at his grandfather and ran over, opened his little hands: "Grandfather and father fight, that's how it is." Zhao She laughed loudly: "What a boy!"

No one paid any attention to the beggar, he covered his nose and ran away, and within a few steps, he saw a policeman with a knife pushing towards him, yelling loudly: "You are not allowed to leave, what's going on?"

The little beggar was always afraid of being caught quickly, but today he thought that he was justified, even if he grabbed the golden lock just now, it could also be interpreted as trying to escape, and he blocked the way.He hurried over, turned around and pointed the way: "Master, it's them, they killed someone. Look at Wang Xiaowu, he's still sleeping there and can't move."

This finger pointed, hey, where are people?Wang Xiaowang vomited blood when he was kicked in the chest, seeing that the situation was not right, he struggled to escape.

The officer grabbed him and said, "Come here." Before taking two steps, two big men in green clothes stopped him, took out his waist badge from his arms and flashed it: "The adults in the capital are playing with the young master, and they only do it when they are bumped by beggars. Guys, please Waist check."

It is clearly written on the waist card that he is the general of Jingli.The arresters raised their heads to look at Zhao She, who was seven feet tall and hidden. Although he was a commoner, he had the momentum of a dragon and a tiger just standing up. This momentum could not be seen by anyone except the generals.

Zhao Amnesty ignored these arresters, all the entourage he brought were fifth-rank generals, just come out at random.He only picked up his grandson, looked at the little beggars who were still being carried by his entourage, and called out to his son who was still dirty and uncomfortable with his clothes: "Brother Zhi, you can handle it yourself."

(End of this chapter)