Chapter 2580 Don't mess with the young master Ye Juefeng
Unexpectedly, the passerby who was about to reach out to kick the ball felt that the old woman had dirty his shoes.
He was furious: "You unruly old guy, you dirty your clothes and ask for a beating!"
Just as he wanted to kick the old man down, a whip wrapped around his ankle.
Before the young man could react, he had been pulled down by a force!
"Ouch!" He faced the ground, his eyebrows and eyes frowned.
The young master covered his face and looked up: "Who dares to beat me? I don't want to live anymore!"
However, when he saw a tall horse hanging on the neck of a golden foil.
His face suddenly changed!
Only the little marquis Ye Juefeng born to Princess Yongye and Princess Yaoguang has such honors in the capital.
The ten sweat-blooded horses sent from the Western Regions were all given to Ye Juefeng by the emperor.
He looked up.
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The young boy's drooping eyebrows were extremely cold!
"I don't know that the little marquis is here, so I'll get out now!" I can't afford to offend, so run away quickly!
The young man was about to wear oil on his feet.
Ye Juefeng spoke coldly: "Come back and apologize."
The man dared not resist. He turned his head and immediately helped the old woman up, and took the initiative to pat the dust on her body.
He regretted his pleading tone: "I am not good, I shouldn't be angry with you, an old man."
The old man was timid and nodded repeatedly, responding: "Not tight, no tight..."
The man looked at Ye Juefeng, and the young man nodded. The man left with great gratitude as if he had been granted a general amnesty.
You know, in this capital, the little marquis Ye Juefeng was offended by the forces of the whole world!
The queen of the Western Regions Natu was Ye Juefeng's aunt; the emperor of Xili was his godfather; even the respected Grand Tutor Ji Jia of Changchao had a distant relative to Ye Juefeng!
Looking around the world, Ye Juefeng is the most noble person.
After the man ran away, Ye Juefeng turned over and dismounted.
A gust of wind blew, and the old woman hurriedly pressed the straw mat, fearing that her son's demeanor would not be preserved after his death.
Ye Juefeng took off the silver bag on his body and handed it over.
"Hold it."
The old woman was shocked and weighed the silver bag, and it was about fifty taels!
She took out five taels from it and kowtowed on the ground: "Thank you, my benefactor, but only five taels are enough."
"Buried my son, a coffin, a stone tablet, and two taels of yellow coins are enough."
Ye Juefeng insisted on leaving all the remaining money to her.
The young man's eyes were dark, his skin was cold and white, and his eyebrows were even more handsome.
Although it is childish, the ink color in his eyes is as deep as an abyss.
"The remaining money is for you to find a place to stay, so that you will not be homeless at such an old age."
When the old woman heard this, she cried and thanked her repeatedly.
The people around him whispered to each other and were lamenting the kindness of this little marquis.
Jiang Shiji, who followed behind, just witnessed everything.
He also said: "If you have no place to go, you can go to Suxin Teahouse in the suburbs of Beijing. It was run by my mother and I can give you something to do."
The old woman only felt that she could have such luck when she met a god today.
Ye Juefeng turned over and prepared to leave.
However, after just taking a few steps on his horse, he suddenly realized and turned his head back.
"Where is the specific location of the mountain road where your son was attacked?"
The continuous mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles are his territory with the capital as the center.
Why didn't he know about the injured bandit?
The old woman quickly pointed the way, and Ye Juefeng wrote down in her heart.