The Black Sheep

The banquet was over for a while, Zhao Wujiu and others went to rest with the people of the Bai family, but Qiu Yunping went frantically outside to pat the door: "Young Master Zhao, please save my little helper!"

Shu Changfeng was startled in a dream and opened the door. Qiu Yunping almost fell into a dog to eat shit. He got up and rushed into it: "Master Zhao, the main gang has been interrupted by the main gang!"

Zhao Wujiu put on his clothes and got up, Shu Changfeng lit the lamp, his face was calm and calm, which invisibly alleviated Qiu Yunping's impatience.

"You take it slowly, what's the matter?"

Qiu Yunping cursed: "The **** Yu Si, talked a lot, and revealed to the gang leader about the concubine of the young gang leader. The gang leader is holding a stick to settle the account with the young gang leader. I count and count. Wen Tao is uneasy. Young Master Zhao doesn't speak enough weight, and only you can save our little helper!"

Zhao Ziheng is not in good shape, and he is not reliable at first glance, and he is indeed not a good material for lobbyists.

Zhao Wujiu saw him with a panic expression and pitiful words. He quickly dressed, got into a wheelchair with Shu Changfeng's support, and rushed to the main courtyard.

When they passed by, the main courtyard was brightly lit, and Bai Zhenting stood under the tall tree in the courtyard with a stick and jumped his feet: "You hurry up and roll off Laozi! Otherwise, I will break your leg!" Several young and strong men lay screaming and screaming, as if they all fell from trees.

Seventeen Bai was wearing a shirt, standing on a branch with a thick arm of an adult man. When she said a word, the branch trembled twice, as if it could fall from the tree at any time: "I don't want to come down anyway! You will break your leg even when you come down. It's better to fall off a tree and break your leg more quickly!"

Bai Zhenting's angry face was purple, his lips were burnt, his mouth was dry, and he pointed at Bai Seventeenth Congress and cursed: "I still beat you lightly, you dare to take a concubine outside privately! Don't you think I'm deaf? ?"

Wen Tao pretended to persuade him next to him: "Don't be angry, uncle, blame me! I thought Seventeen likes Si Niangzi, so I won't fight with her, I don't know you don't allow it." Instead, he picked himself out.

"The **** surname Wen, you shouldn't be hypocritical over there, when I don't know what your heart is? Don't you just want to instigate my father to beat me? Now it's what you want?" Bai Shiqi from the tree A branch was broken and Wen Tao smashed it down. I didn't know where a small wind blew, and the branch swayed with leaves and hit Bai Zhenting's head...

Bai's seventeen eyes were straight: "Father! Father, I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!"

"Get off without intention!"

"No way!"

When Zhao Wujiu arrived on the battlefield in a wheelchair, he witnessed Bai Zhenting pulling down the branches of his head, untied his robe and prepared to climb the tree: "I don't believe I can't catch you today!"

Wen Tao pretended to block: "Uncle, it is dangerous for you to climb up!"

Bai Shiqi provocatively said on it: "My name is Wen, you are so filial to my dad, why don't you climb up for my dad!" See if the little master doesn't kill you!

Let you trick it!

Bai Zhenting was already stunned. This little boy's wings have become harder and harder since his economic independence. Even his warnings have been on the ears. If he hadn't caught Yu Si for interrogation tonight, she would have been fooled by her.

He grabbed Wen Tao's arm: "My nephew, the people under my hand were kicked down by her when they went up. Why don't you climb up and grab her off for your uncle?"

The gangs who couldn’t get up for a long time under the tree all personally experienced the power of the young gang leader. Half of them were in the act. They were afraid of being urged by the gang leader to continue their encouragement. The other half... was really by Bai Shiqi. Kicked down from the tree, it hurts solidly.

Wen Tao: "..."

Bai Shiqi shouted: "You have the ability to come up with the name Wen..."

Bai Zhenting is full of expectation: "My nephew, you can pull this unfilial son off for me!" Under the hopeful eyes of his old man, he couldn't say a word of refusal. He bit the bullet and raised the corners of his robe and tucked it at his waist. Hold the trunk and climb up.

Zhao Wujiu pushed the wheelchair and leaned forward, looking up at Bai Shiqi on the tree. Although he felt that this guy had a bone in his head, he even dared to sing against his father. If he was born in the palace, he would be locked up to learn the rules to death. , As a soldier under his hand, the **** had to be beaten into pieces, but because the person who jumped was Bai Shiqi, he felt that these were forgivable things.

"Fang Master Bo, Seventeen is just a little bit naughty, just teach it slowly, and don't have to get angry and ruin your body."

Bai Zhenting turned his head to see Zhao Wujiu who appeared out of thin air, and Qiu Yunping, who was shrinking his head not far behind him, suddenly revealed a bit of embarrassment of family ugliness. He coughed twice, and his old face was burnt: "The dog is not obedient, and it made Young Master Zhao rest. I’m so sorry.” He has learned a lot in the past few years, and he can also be on the stage when socializing. Only when he meets Guan Jiao Bai Shiqi, he can inspire the rudeness and brutality that he has long hidden in his bones. , Became an irritable old father.

Zhao Wujiu grew up under the cumbersome etiquette teachings in the palace. He joined the army at the age of sixteen and followed the military regulations. It was an eye-opener to meet Bai Seventeen. He was also amused when he was surprised. Even though Qi is a concubine, she is not a lustful person, and she didn't do anything. She was so drunk by the master Wen Shao on the night of the Huazhu night that she didn't do anything extraordinary."

Bai Zhenting's thoughts suddenly changed: "How did Young Master Zhao know that she was drunk and did not do anything good?" Suddenly, the house where Song Si lived was surrounded by people under his hands to prevent her from going out. Pass the message.

This **** won't be drunk and gossiping, right?

Zhao Wujiu said straightforwardly: "I slept in my bed on the Seventeenth Night of Huazhu Night. I didn't even go back to the new house."

"Sleep... sleeping on your bed?" Bai Zhenting confirmed with a trembling voice when his ears were malfunctioning.

Zhao Wujiu did not ignore the strangeness of Bai Zhenting, and the speculation in his heart was confirmed a little bit more, and he thought of something with the leader of Bai clans in his heart, and his mind was stunned for a moment-the two men talked together on the couch, but it was nothing, but If a man and a woman sleep purely under a quilt, who can believe that nothing has happened to them?

The agile reflexes that he trained on the battlefield all year round instantly took the upper hand, showing the most sincere smile of his life: "What does it matter if two drunk big men sleep in the same bed?" Avoiding the weight and skipping his waking up all night. Because of the fact that the prince had said something empathetic: "Since the Boss doesn’t agree with the seventeen concubines, she didn’t touch the four ladies anyway, so why not let them go home?"

Bai Zhenting seemed to be persuaded by his reasons, but his suspicious eyes swept across Zhao Wujiu's face: "Really?"

"Zhao never lied!"

Soldiers who, deception also. Therefore, it is able to show what is not, what is used but not used, near is far, and far is near.

Zhao is just using soldiers, how can he be compared with lying? !

Zhao Wujiu thought.

After the two of them stared at each other, Wen Tao had gritted his teeth and crawled to the waist of the tree. He raised his head and tried to coax the people down first with rhetoric: "Seventeen, don't stay on it. Come down and admit your mistake with your uncle. Say some good things for you, and his old man will definitely forgive you."

Bai 17 folded a branch in his hand, gestured for the length, before he could reach Wen Tao, he encouraged him: "Climb up a bit more, let's discuss it."

The lights in the courtyard were blazing, but the station at Bai Seventeen was too high. Wen Tao couldn't see the sly smirk in her eyes. She really hugged the trunk and continued to climb up, trying to pick herself out with good words: "To be honest, This time I really didn’t leak the secrets. I just heard rumors from outside that you like Si Niangzi, so I wanted to redeem you and make you happy. I didn’t even think about telling my uncle that you would be beaten. You have to believe me!"

He raised his head and looked up. Bai's seventeen robe horns were flying, and there was an indescribable celestial aura when he stepped on the branches, and his voice was extremely peaceful: "Brother Wen, I believe you, you can climb up quickly."

Wen Tao used both hands and feet to speed up the climbing speed, but he was tall and fit, not as light and agile as Bai Shiqi, and looked very strenuous, only to climb to a place half a person high from Bai Shiqi, and was taken by her. branch.

Suddenly he was beaten, Wen Tao almost let go and fell unsuspectingly: "Seventeen—"

Bai Shiqi floated down from the stepped tree branch, narrowed the distance between the two, and continuously waved the tree branch to slam Wen Tao's body: "Fang Master Wen, you thought I was dizzy if you said something nice. Head, follow you obediently? Are you not the initiator?! You want to pick yourself up, right?"

All the gangs lying down under the tree were ready to get up. Seeing this, they fell down and fell back in shock--the wet and soft branches were not for fun.

Under the tree, Bai Zhenting waved his stick and cursed: "Smelly boy, stop! If you hurt Atao, how can I tell you Uncle Wen? Why don't you come down quickly?"

If it hadn't been too much movement made by Bai Shiqi on the tree, he might still be examining Zhao Wujiu.

Zhao Wujiu saw that Wen Tao was pumped by Bai Shiqi and had no strength to fight back. He firmly held the trunk with both hands. It was completely different from Bai Shiqi's relaxed expression of holding a branch and swinging. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he might laugh. sound.

Bai Zhenting was angrily cursing, but he couldn't rain because of thunder. The scouting boy on the tree was obviously not an obedient and obedient child. There was a thought in his mind-Bai Zhenting encouraged Wen Tao to climb up the tree to grab people. Wouldn't it be the opportunity to send him up to the Seventeenth to rectify?

The father and son are so familiar with each other's temperament, how can they not know that Bai Shiqi has a high talent for climbing the tree, and is born with a monkey to support her. Ordinary people are not as easy as she is in a dangerous situation.

With his toes, he knew that as long as he was on the tree, Wen Tao would definitely not be Seventeen's opponent.

Zhao Wujiu's mind was rushing, and when he watched Bai Zhenting jump down and out in anger, he raised his voice and raised his head to scold Bai Shiqi, and he noticed a bit of bluffing and short-term protection.

He also pretended to be ignorant: "Fang Master Bai, seventeen is measured. Besides, Young Master Wen teased her before, maybe she was holding a sigh of breath in her heart, and she will come down when she vents!"

When the words fell, Bai Shiqi on the tree pulled Wen Tao's belt away, and her robe was torn off.

Wen Tao held the trunk in a dilemma, and could only coax her with the gentle tone of coaxing those little ladies on weekdays: "Seventeen, thousands of mistakes are all the brother’s fault. You will be relieved by several beatings. Can the latter brother never tease you anymore?"

Bai Shiqi answered him with a smile: "Okay! Why not?!" He pulled off his waistband...

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