Lu Zhuo only felt a slight warmth on his neck, as if there were warm and delicate fingertips sliding across his rough and hard skin.

A piece of red cloud gradually spread around his ears.

Although, Nalan Yan's palm only touched him for a moment.

But Lu Zhuo couldn't stop the violent trembling in his body, and he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

The pain in his chest became more severe. Lu Zhuo raised the corners of his lips and took a deep breath, surrounded by the breeze of the delicate woman's incense.

Lu Zhuo suddenly no longer felt impatient, fearful, or timid.

He is upright, able to pick up and put down.

What's more...

Lu Zhuo raised his head and looked at Jun Yu in front of him. Her black and white eyes were also focused here.

The two people's eyes met inadvertently, and Lu Zhuo was slightly startled. His eyes, hidden under the long eyelashes, were clear and bright, dark and deep, as if they could illuminate the place and see through the people's hearts.

Lu Zhuo sighed in his heart, this young boy is not simple! It’s not unreasonable for him to regard him as his opponent.

He was convinced by this game!

Nalan Yan glanced at Lu Zhuo who was in a daze suspiciously, and groaned in her heart: "Reckless man! You really dirty the hands of this princess!"

She curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Lu Zhuo, why are you bothering! Thank your father quickly!"

The sound is low and quite unpleasant.

Jun Yu stretched out his legs and gently sat up using the strength of his elbows.

She glanced at Nalan Yan, who subconsciously disliked the action and pursed her lips slightly, "This Nalan Yan is really pretentious!"

Jun Yu did not forget that Nalanyan's back had already been cut open by her.

Now, Nalan Yan ran up to the emperor in person, and in full view of everyone, the slit back shirt was finally put to use!

Jun Yu lowered his eyes, continued to hold his waist as if he was seriously injured, and continued to moan in pain.

Lu Zhuo, who was immersed in his inner world, was awakened by Nalan Yan's soft drink.

He licked his dry lips, and the taste of blood filled his taste buds.

Lu Zhuo laughed at himself, so what if the princess touched him? Her intention was not herself.

She came to him just because he delayed his errand, failed to complete the princess's instructions, and failed to attack the servant in the Hou Mansion who was an eyesore to the princess.

That's it, that's all.

The warmth rising in his chest instantly cooled down. Lu Zhuo was still bent over. He gently closed his eyes.

It seems like I can see that day again before my eyes.

That year, Lu Zhuo had just turned twelve years old. He was just a thin, poor boy with no hands. He was not very good at martial arts, let alone comparable to his current skills.

Ever since he could remember, he had no home and no relatives. He was living alone on the street, even his name was that of a passerby, calling him a little beggar.

He spent the day begging and slept in the wilderness at night. Occasionally, he slept on the eaves of mountain temples or in the corners of aristocratic families.

Lu Zhuo lives a numb life without any faith.

Every day I think about how to fill my stomach, how to take back the food that was robbed from other beggars, how to smell the rotten food but still eat it with gusto, how to face the bullying of the rich kids with a smile.

At that time, Lu Zhuo had a firm belief. He did not have the fame and baggage he has now. As long as he could stay alive, that was his greatest ideal.

Later, something happened. From then on, Lu Zhuo took a name for himself and began to regard Nalanyan's instructions as his second goal in this life.

Due to heavy rain at night, Lu Zhuo slept at the base of a wall of a wealthy family's house.

That day, Lu Zhuo fell ill and was drenched by the cold heavy rain in the northwest. He finally made it through the night before wearing wet clothes.

However, typhoid fever invaded his body, and he became weak and developed a high fever. Lu Zhuo lay dying on the street where he had been begging.

The worn porcelain bowl was placed in front of Lu Zhuo.

The water stains on the street had not dried up. Lu Zhuo was already soaked. Lying on it, within a moment, he felt surrounded by a pool of ice water, making him feel cold and shivering.

Lu Zhuo secretly hoped that the kind-hearted aunt yesterday would come and give him a few coins.

Then, he can buy some herbal medicine, cure the typhoid fever, and continue to live.

However, Lu Zhuo did not know that what was waiting for him was Yama, who was seeking his life.

There were countless pairs of steps, one deep and one shallow, and the traces of water slowly reached Lu Zhuo's ears at that time.

In front of me, the hair on the temples was stuck to the rim of the porcelain bowl, fluttering slightly in the cool breeze after the night rain.

Lu Zhuo seemed to smell the aroma of roast chicken and opened his closed eyes.

Even though it rained last night, the sunshine today was still bright and dazzling. Lu Zhuo looked against the light and saw only figures and tall bodies.

There was a faint hum in the air, and the next moment, Lu Zhuo felt a pain in his stomach, and a gold-embroidered shoe sole kicked him.

Lu Zhuo's body was weak, and with the force of this kick, he turned over and hit his forehead on the wall behind him.

His head hurt, Lu Zhuo lifted up his sleeve and wiped it, and the dirty and dark cuffs were stained with a ray of red.

"Bleeding!"

Lu Zhuo subconsciously rubbed the wound, but he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, but he knows that crying about pain is of no use at all.

Lu Zhuo had already become accustomed to this minor injury from fighting for food every day.

"Sir, let the young ones come and don't dirty your precious body."

In front of me, a humble and flattering voice came, without any backbone at all, and it was so low that it was irritating.

But that voice, in this scene, suddenly made Lu Zhuo feel wary, "Young Master?"

At that time, Lu Zhuo was startled, rubbing his shoulders and leaning against the wall, turning his head slightly.

More than a dozen people who looked like servants were bowing their bodies, nodding and bowing to please the people in front of them.

The man smelled of alcohol and was dressed in a dark gold robe, with a dazzling array of ornamental sachets hanging around his waist. His belly was bulging, squeezed into the tight clothes.

The large and iconic mole on his face finally made Lu Zhuo recover his thoughts and remember who the person in front of him was.

This person is none other than Judy, the son of local wealthy man Zhu Yuanwai.

Lu Zhuo trembled inadvertently. This foreigner's son was one of the people who came to trouble and bully him every day.

Young men from wealthy families always like to take it out on beggars on the street when things go wrong for them. Fortunately, Lu Zhuo was chosen to be the target of bullying by several young men.

When Lu Zhuo was lost in thought, he was already surrounded by a shadow.

The dozen or so servants crowded Lu Zhuo into the corner, and Lu Zhuo's weak body became tense in an instant.

He grinned and put on a false smile. Due to the high fever, his voice was hoarse and dry: "Master Zhu, whoever made you unhappy, little beggar, I will vent your anger on your behalf."

Judy put her hands on her back, walked around and shouted ferociously: "Hit me! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

In an instant, Lu Zhuo, who was still a beggar at the time, reacted and wanted to stand up and run out of the siege.

Lu Zhuo had always done this in the past, but today he forgot that he was sick and weak, and couldn't do it at all.
Chapter completed!