Chapter 15 The eldest brother trains the younger brother
There was a muffled groan, and the guard was hit hard by Zhao Jin, causing him to bend down in pain.
Zhao Jin's eyes were sharp, he kicked the guard in front of him away, turned his head to avoid the punch from behind, clasped the incoming fist with his other hand, and grabbed it forward, directly hitting the guard behind him.
An over-the-shoulder fall.
In just a few seconds, Zhao Jin knocked down two guards!
Seeing the cautious look of the remaining guards, Zhao Jin grinned, strode forward, punched, swept his legs, turned sideways, and uppercut, all in one go.
The whole yard was filled with the sounds of fighting and muffled grunts.
Zhao Jin stood upright, his eyes swept across the scattered guards on the ground, and licked the bruised corner of his mouth, feeling a little dissatisfied.
My body is still too weak. Although I have regained some of my previous feelings these days, it is a pity that my physical fitness cannot keep up. When I get to Yunzhou, I will have to practice hard.
Just these straw bags actually hurt him.
Finally, Zhao Jin looked at Zhao Yuan who looked panicked and wanted to run away, "Third Prince, what are you afraid of?"
While talking, Zhao Jin walked towards Zhao Jin. Every time he took a step, Zhao Jin took a step back until his back hit the door.
"Bang!"
Zhao Xuan felt a pain in her back. She turned around and found that she was already at the door. All she had to do was open the door and run out...
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan hurriedly pulled the door bolt.
However, he was too frightened. He was usually pampered and had never done such things. He was unable to open the door and run out immediately!
Zhao Jin used his strength with his legs and quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Yuan's shoulders, lifted him up and threw him to the ground.
"You!" Zhao Yao sat on the ground, holding his hands behind his back, and while backing up, he warned Zhao Jin sternly, "I am the third prince!"
He regretted it in his heart. The original purpose of closing the door was to prevent Zhao Jin from escaping, but he didn't expect the consequences to be swallowed up by him in the end!
Zhao Jin was not in a hurry, and slowly approached Zhao Yuan, "I am still the eldest prince. The eldest brother teaches the younger brother, and no one has anything to say."
In this era, seniority is very important. As the elder brother, he has the right to teach his younger brother. If word spread, it is just that he has strict requirements on his younger brother.
So what if Zhao Yuan was the son of a concubine, he was also a concubine.
"Zhao Jin! If you hit me, my father will not let you go!" Zhao Yuan did not retreat. If Zhao Jin was determined to beat him, he would not be able to escape!
Instead, he scolded Zhao Jin harshly and moved the king of Liang out in an attempt to scare Zhao Jin away.
If it were Zhao Jin from before, this trick would definitely be useful.
It's a pity that Zhao Jin has changed his mind now. Now that someone is knocking on the door, he doesn't hold back and say anything.
When a good person is bullied, he has already made enough concessions.
Zhao Jin's expression remained unchanged, "Then let's see if Father will not let me go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Jin directly beat Zhao Yuan and threw him out.
Holding the door, Zhao Jin turned his head and looked at the guard who was still lying in the yard, holding his wound and crying in pain, "Aren't you leaving, are you waiting for me to invite you?"
Several guards rolled and crawled away.
The group came in high spirits and fled in despair.
Zhao Er, who was guarding the door, was originally worried. He thought that the master he had just followed was going to be severely beaten. He was thinking about whether to help or whether he would be beaten to death if he rushed over.
I never thought that Zhao Jin, who looked like a weak scholar, could actually challenge many of the tall guards and beat them to the point where they were unable to fight back.
Zhao Jin closed the door and turned around. He saw Zhao Er's shining eyes and paused, "Want to learn?"
Zhao Er was so excited that he jumped down from the steps in front of the room.
"Prince, are you willing to teach me?"
"You are too weak." There was no mercy in Zhao Jin's words, which made Zhao Er immediately put his face down and did not dare to speak anymore.
Zhao Jin walked to the door of Mrs. Ning's room, opened the door and went in, saying, "First, run fifty times along the side hall every day, let's count thirty laps, and then walk on horseback for an hour."
Locking the excited Zhao Er out, Zhao Jin closed the door and walked towards Mrs. Ning.
"Jin'er!" Mrs. Ning's eyes suddenly turned red when she saw the bruises at the corners of his mouth, "Did they hit you? Are there any other injuries?"
"Show me quickly!"
As she said this, Mrs. Ning was about to take off Zhao Jin's clothes.
Zhao Jin quickly stopped him, coughed slightly, and asked Duobao and Chunrou to go down.
"You guys go down first and prepare some food."
After all this fuss, he was also hungry, and Mrs. Ning hadn't eaten yet.
Duobao and Chunrou accepted the order and did not dare to ask any more questions.
"Mom, I'm fine." Zhao Jin said softly, helping Mrs. Ning to sit on the chair.
"I only got a slap on the corner of my mouth, but they couldn't beat me."
Mrs. Ning didn't believe it, so she checked it carefully before feeling relieved.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Mrs. Ning remembered the sounds of flesh hitting and grunting outside she heard in the room, and became nervous again, "Son, did you beat the third prince and the others?"
Zhao Jin did not deny it, "I cleaned it up."
Hearing this, Mrs. Ning suddenly became anxious and frowned, "Well, what should we do? I'm afraid they won't let you go!"
"What if the prince blames me? Mom is fine, but I'm afraid the prince will punish you!"
Mrs. Ning twisted her sleeves in her hands, feeling worried and conflicted. If Jin'er didn't fight back, he would be beaten, and if he fought back, he might be punished by the prince. The more she thought about it, the more bitter she felt.
"It's all my fault for being useless."
"Mom, how can I blame you?" Zhao Jin said softly, "You have protected your son very well."
In such a bad situation, Mrs. Ning, a woman who was still a weak woman under feudal dogma, was able to bring up the original owner and avoid those open and secret arrows. Zhao Jin admired her from the bottom of his heart and felt sorry for her.
"Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine."
Mrs. Ning's eyes were a little vacant, "How can everything be okay? Your father loves the third prince and Yang Guiren so much now. If you beat him, they will definitely not let it go."
"Mother," Zhao Jin explained patiently, "Zhao Yuan was severely scolded by his father just now because he made a mistake in welcoming the fourth prince and Princess Jingyi. At this time, in order to teach them a lesson, he will not stand up for them.
."
After Zhao Jin received the memory of the original owner, he knew that this Liang Wang was indifferent. He was able to dote on Mrs. Ning and Zhao Jin so much. Later, Mrs. Ning was implicated, and it was not even Mrs. Ning's fault that he could destroy the mother and son he loved in the past.
Ignore it and let others bully you.
Then how long can Yang Guiren, mother and son, who are now in the spotlight of honor and favor, be given preferential treatment?
"Moreover, the matter of them bullying our mother and son, and even murdering the prince, has just been made public. My father will not punish me at this juncture."
"Furthermore, Zhao Yuan and I are both concubines, and even I am the eldest son. If the eldest brother teaches his younger brother, no one can reprimand him."
Zhao Jin beat up Zhao Yuan. He thought about the consequences and knew that nothing would happen before he started.