Chapter 22

Author: fairy grass tofu milk

Chapter 22

After 20 days

Hot summer

"Hongyan Yu Fei, Su Su's feathers. The son of Su Sui, the son of the wild.

The house? Hongyan Yufei, wailing. Victoria's philosopher, saying that I work hard. Weiyi Fools, I am proud of my pride. "

In a serfs in Yuheng Nonggu District, the serf Zhao Jun is holding a flip book made made of precious cloth and taught the "Book of Songs Hongyan" to everyone. This book was secretly treasured by his elder brother. Now it has arrived.

In his hands.

Everyone heard it, and Zhao Jun's daughter -in -law also heard the small head seriously.

This is a poem who praises the worker and reprimanded the carnivore, which is very in line with Zhao Jun's current mood. When Zhao Jun explained the content of the poem in detail, the other serfs present were crying in tears.

They have never been exposed to cultural knowledge, and no one is willing to teach their cultural knowledge. Today is a rare farmer's leisure day. Everyone is easy to sit down and rest, so they come to Zhao Junju to learn the Book of Songs.

"Fujun, why this poem is so real, as if the content of the Book of Songs is presented in front of her eyes." Zhao Jun's daughter -in -law, the cute serf girl flowed out of tears unknowingly.

"Because, we live in this Book of Songs now." Zhao Jun sighed, stroking his wife's little head.

This is his eldest brother's daughter, but a long time ago, about two or three years ago, the elder brother was slaughtered by the Wang family because of participating in the trouble of Tianxuan serfs, leaving such a daughter to be helpless, so he became his newlywed wife.

Then, then

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Bang!

The not strong house door was opened, and several slaves entered the house under the leadership of a serf.

"Master, they are, hiding books, gathering people to learn, confusing the serfs." It was not long ago, the reporter who reported Zhao Jun was lazy.

The slaves came straight and watched Zhao Jun, who was holding the Book of Songs with the Book of Songs, and said indifferently to him: "Put out the book!"

Zhao Jun didn't want to pay, and took a few steps slowly, but when he saw the slave began to wield his whip, he bit his teeth and had to surrender the Book of Songs

The slaves just read the Book of Songs, but they were not literate, so they closed the Book of Songs and laughed at Zhao Jun: "Oh, kid, Wangjiazhuang has stipulated that, serfs, peasants, people, etc. must not collect books without authorization.

You must not learn the text without authorization, let alone discuss the public, do you know? "

"I just tell them the fable stories, not learning culture." Zhao Jun also wanted to quibble.

"Still dare to talk!" The slave snorted coldly, and a whip was drawn to Zhao Jun.

Slap!

"uh-huh--"

Zhao Jun was pumped fiercely, holding back the pain "hum", but no one dared to help him. Everyone watched the slave of the Wang family in fear, and he was shaking.

"Master, yes, Zhao Jun confused us, forcing us to come over to listen to what" Book of Songs ". We never thought about learning. We are honest. We just want to be a serf for a lifetime and contribute everything to the Liaodong Wang family."

A timid serf was knelt at the feet of the king's slave, and he hugged his head and begged Zhao Jun. Just now, he was still boasting of Zhao Jun's culture, and now he turned his face instantly.

"Boy, now the evidence is there, what else can you say?" Wang Jianu took out the "Book of Songs", and pointed at the slaves who kneeled on the ground and begged for mercy, and laughed at Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun said nothing, he had nothing to explain. The nobleness of the descendants of Zhao Guo's room would not allow him to kneel down to ask for mercy of a king's slave.

"According to the regulations, those who collect books, punish three whip, gather public arguments, punish three whip, learn from them without permission, punish three whip, Zhao Jun, you need to be punished for nine whip, maybe objections?"

Ready to implement the whipping of Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun's face was ironing, but he still didn't say anything. He was ready to bear the whipping.

When the king's slave was about to give Zhao Jun's whipping punishment, another king's slave looked at Zhao Jun's pale girl behind her, and quickly stopped: "And slow!"

"Huh?" The whipping slave looked at her companion puzzled.

"Master Zhou Ming allocated the task for us, let us choose the beauty from the serf girls, and then send it to the family of the Wang family's relatives. This is the monarch who competes with the beauty of the first to be a meritorious person."

The slave said, said that after that, it meant that Zhao Jun's niece laughed: "I see, this little beauty is very suitable."

"What do you want to do?" Hearing the slaves' conversation, Zhao Jun, who was originally calmly prepared to accept the whipping, finally couldn't continue to calm down.

However……

"Fujun, save me !!!"

The slaves directly dragged the girl and left. One of the slaves sneered: "Your husband was going to be in nine whip. Now you go with us to avoid your husband's whipping!"

Another slave also persuaded the girl: "Madam, you don't want your husband to be whip?"

When I heard this, the girl no longer struggled, but Zhao Jun couldn't bear it, and the fist was pinched and rushed towards the slaves.

"asshole!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Shi can kill!"

"I fight with you!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhao Jun's eyes were covered with blood, and the entire face was embarrassed. Under the anger, the scars that had been knotted during the whipping of the back were cracked, and many congestion exuded.

Blood can be exhausted, but the endless anger in the chest cavity is endless.

The emperor was angry, the corpse was one million, the husband was angry, and the blood splashed three feet!

puff!

Zhao Jun, who was seriously injured, fell to the ground by the slave, and the endless anger could not be against the strong body of the enemy.

Zhao Jun, who was beaten on the ground, could only watch the girls who were forcibly pulled away by the girls, and none of the serfs around, none of them dared to go up to help.

Staring angrily at the reporter who came here with a slave, did not dare to look at the king's slaves.

Just as the servants were about to leave, one of the slaves pointed at the two dogs in the house, the reporter, and the serf framed Zhao Jun just now, "A few of you, come over, you are lucky.

The owners of the soldiers are slaves, and they do not have to be a serf at the beginning of the moon. "

As soon as this remark came out, the two dogs, who were originally angry, instantly revealed the joy of joy, and even his good brother's wife was forgotten just now.

Thank you, the host. ""

The reporter, the framed person was flattered. They did not think that there would be such a good thing. They could be lucky to be a slave to the king's relatives, so they immediately knelt down and thanked: "The master is graceful, the small people are unforgettable!"

Until this, the slaves left here with three serfs and girls.

The remaining serf looked at Zhao Jun, who was lying on the ground and crying, shook his head and sighed, and some serf actually said the wind and cool: "I have said that the Zhao family will cause a disaster, alas ..."

"What are you talking about?" Brother Ma Zi couldn't bear it, and he picked up the collar of the serfs who said the cool words: "Junzi was humiliated, you still have a face to say this, do you have a conscience, do you have a conscience?

You dog! "

"Masaki, if you really have righteousness, go to the king's slaves just now, what's the use of your temper? Now you know that you are angry? Why did you just look at the courage of the king's slave?

ah--"

Although the serfs who are talking about the cool words are very scared, they still disdain to ridicule Brother Azi.

The unbearable brother "Ah !!!" roared, the fist of the sandbag was on the bridge of the other party, and the other person's blood was full.

After the Nonbon left, when only Zhao Jun and Ma Zi were left in the house, Zhao Jun slowly stood up, clenched his fist, and gritted his teeth in the direction of Wang Jiazhuang:

"Non -Destroy Liaoning Wang's, my Zhao Jun, swear! No! For! People!"
Chapter completed!