Chapter 112： Unruly Lin Baozhu

Kyoto City, Liyang, the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

The horse-drawn carriage with the logo of the Zhen Guogong Mansion creaked and creaked on the most prosperous and bustling West Surabaya Street in the city.

Passengers coming and going saw the sign of Zhen Guogong's mansion and automatically retreated to both sides.

The groom flicked his whip lightly, steering the horse carefully and avoiding pedestrians.

Suddenly, a young boy rushed out of the small alley diagonally opposite, and bumped straight at the horse's head.

"not good!"

The coachman was startled, and hastily tightened the reins.

"Bah bah."

The horse neighed in panic, its front hooves raised high, and the carriage behind it shook violently.

"Wow....."

The boy was frightened, fell to the ground, scratched his forehead, and cried loudly.

"Ouch!"

At the same time, there was a painful wail in the carriage.

"Who is so bold that he dares to ram into the carriage of Duke Zhen's mansion?"

The curtain of the car was raised, and a girl in brocade clothes with a hostile face rushed out.

"Miss, it's a child."

The coachman jumped out of the carriage and picked up the child, his eyes flustered for a moment.

The young lady has a bad temper, and he worried that it would embarrass the young children.

"Snapped!"

Sure enough, the girl couldn't help but slammed the whip down and hit the coachman's arm.

Fortunately, he protected the child with his hands, otherwise the whip would be thrown on the child's face, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hmph, a pariah who doesn't have long eyes, dared to ram into the carriage of Duke Zhen's mansion and hurt my maidservant, he really deserves to be beaten."

Reluctantly, the girl slammed down the whip again, and the sharp sound of the whip pierced people's hearts.

"No, miss, he's still a child."

The coachman dodged in a hurry.

"Baozhu, stop!"

At the same time, a young man in brocade jumped down from the window on the second floor of the restaurant facing the street, and quickly grabbed the whip with sharp eyesight and hands.

"Brother, he hurt my maid, and Qinghe's head was smashed."

Lin Baozhu stomped her feet and complained.

"Then you can't beat people in the street!"

Lin Jinyu frowned, and grabbed the whip with her wrist.

"Miss, I'm fine."

A maid about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the carriage, covered her bruised forehead, and timidly glanced at the angry young master, trembling with fright, almost knelt down.

The eldest young master has always been good-tempered, gentle and refined. He is a rare gentleman and gentle young man.

Moreover, he has always doted on Miss and responded to her requests in every way.

However, at this moment, the cold air emanating from the whole body of the young master made her shiver in shock from inside the carriage.

"He Yong, you send your child to the medical clinic opposite, leave the consultation fee, and buy a bottle of ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, go and come back quickly."

Lin Jinyu's handsome face was dark, suppressing his anger, he glanced at Qinghe's forehead, and whispered to the driver.

"yes."

The coachman ran to the clinic with the child in his arms. After a while, he came back with a bottle of ointment and stuffed it into Qing He's hand.

"Qing He, accompany Miss back home, and don't cause any more trouble."

Lin Jinyu threw the whip to Qing He with a solemn face.

"yes."

Qing He caught the whip, gritted her teeth, squeezed Lin Baozhu's hand, and dragged her back to the carriage.

"Let go of me, Qinghe, if you dare to drag me, I will tell grandma to punish you."

Lin Baozhu shook Qing He's hand angrily, but her strength was not as strong as the other's, and she was forcibly dragged into the carriage, her savage and angry voice could be heard clearly outside the carriage.

"He Yong, go home."

Lin Jinyu's dark voice was a little more angry.

"yes."

The coachman simply agreed, jumped onto the shaft, flicked his whip lightly, and drove the carriage forward.

"Hi."

Lin Jinyu watched the carriage leave, sighed secretly, raised her eyes to the window on the second floor of the restaurant, and raised her brows lightly, apologetically.

He was gathering here with a few old friends who he knew in childhood, but he did not expect such a thing to happen.