Chapter 44

"Milk, you calm down. The second uncle and the second aunt are filial people. They are afraid that they are provoked. We can't make jokes here and let the really hateful people hide in the dark."

Ling Xiaoying quietly opened her mother, leaning against the old lady's ear whispering, her sight did not forget to sweep to the wooden door which was always closed. The angry old lady was excited and reflected in an instant what they were doing today. Xiaoying was right. She shouldn't have been making trouble here at the beginning, but she should go to the cheap family's house to make fun of.

"Let go

To understand this, the old lady, who was still out of breath before, broke away from her daughter-in-law, pointing to her son and daughter-in-law's nose and yelling: "you didn't help that bastard? Let's go in and have a look

After that, the old lady turned back and threw herself at the wooden door, and the three Lingjiang people stepped forward at the same time.

"Touch?"

"Open the door, you damned bastard, open the door for me?"

"Ling Jingxuan, you unfilial and ungrateful dog. When the milk comes, you still hide at home. Do you want to piss off your milk? Open the door... "

"Open the door.

"Niang, please go back, Niang, please, I don't have to separate my family, can't I?"

"Lingjiang, you can't do this?"

Seeing this, Ling Chenglong and his wife cried and rushed to dissuade them. Because the old lady was there, they did not dare to pull hard. But how could the angry old lady listen to their words?

In the courtyard, the little buns, who were always holding tightly together, could not help shaking. The villagers all said that his father was a monster. In their view, the old lady outside was a monster and a terrible fierce ghost.

"Touch!"

After a few people pulled and pushed, the rickety wooden door couldn't stand the rough kicks and slaps of several people. It fell down with a touch, and a thick layer of dust was raised on the ground, and all the people inside and outside the door were stunned. It is estimated that none of them would have thought of such a result.

"Wow -- brother --"

xiaobaozi threw himself into his brother's arms. Ling Wen, who was also afraid of it, held him tightly. His small mouth narrowed into a straight line and stared at the women who were like fierce ghosts with tears.

"Xiaowen Xiaowu, my good grandson!"

Seeing that baozi was crying so sad, Ling Wang regained his mind, waved away Lingjiang's mother and daughter in front of her, threw herself in front of the two children and hugged them tightly. Tears were falling down. What kind of evil did she create in her life? Why did she meet such a wonderful mother-in-law? Oh, my God. She's really going to kill them.

"Sobbing milk, I'm afraid -- sobbing..."

In her arms, Ling Wu cried more bitterly, and Ling Wen's tears couldn't help but roll out of his eyes quietly. His small fists were tightly clenched together. For the first time, he, who was less than five years old, really realized the true meaning of the word hate.

"Wailing, who are you crying for? Where's that bastard? Let him out. I'll tear him

Taking advantage of her son's moving face, the old lady fiercely broke away from him and yelled into the yard. She yelled at the two children. Her thin and thin body shook. Ling Wu drew deeper into Ling Wang's arms. The wail turned into a sob, but it was more painful. After seeing them half loud, Ling Wen stood up and pushed his breast firmly Step up and block the old lady.

"My father is not at home. You are not welcome here. Please go out."

Looking up at them, Ling Wen clearly said, the little hand on his back could not stop shaking. He was not afraid, but he was the eldest man of the family, and the man who would support the door to the house in the future. If dad was not there, he would take the place of his father to guard the house and protect his younger brother. He could not let them do anything wrong.

However, he seems to ignore his age and thin body.

"Where are you from, son of a bitch!"

"Pa!"

Ling Jiang went forward and slapped him with a big mouth. His small body was fanned back several steps and finally fell to the ground.

"Xiaowen!"

"Don't hit my brother, you bad woman. Don't hit my brother?"

Ling Chenglong and his wife are shocked. Ling Wu forgets to be afraid. He cries and rushes to push Ling Jiang away. He turns back and tentatively reaches out his small arm to hold his brother. His tears are falling like no money.

The skinny face swelled up at a speed that could be reached by the naked eye. A few fresh finger prints almost occupied half of the cheek. Ling Chenglong and his wife were so distressed that they burst into tears. At the same time, there was a person who tried to get out of the house several times, but was forced back again and again by headache. When he heard that his son was beaten, all the headache disappeared. Yan Shengrui Stand up and shuffle.

"Niang, you see these are all new. They must have been bought by the second elder brother and the second sister-in-law in private?"

"Milk, there is so much meat here, and I bought a lot of rations?"

"Niang, this is what I found on their bed. It's all new clothes, a whole cloth!"Some of the girls have no compassion for their children. They ignore their crying grandparents and grandchildren. They are like bandits who search Ling Jingxuan's home to find out what he bought from today's market. Ling Xiaotong even takes out most of their remaining bowl of double cooked pork with fungus and two pieces of scallion cake.

Looking at those things, the old lady couldn't help but deepen her hatred. She glared fiercely at her son, daughter-in-law and two little bastards. She raised her voice and said, "take it back to me. I can't give it to that bastard even if I throw it away."

Although Laoling's family is not rich, but there is no lack of food and clothing, but the old lady is extremely selfish. She is mean to everyone except the old man, including herself and her beloved daughter. Although he speaks well, the greed in her eyes has already betrayed her.

"Yes, mother." Ling Jiang, holding new farm tools and other things, watched her daughter's half bowl of double cooked pork and swallowed her saliva. Under the old lady's beckoning, in addition to Ling Chenghua holding the cloth, the other two were ready to go to the kitchen and courtyard again, trying to take away all the new things and rations.

"Don't rob my family's things. It's bought by my father's hard work. Don't rob me?"

Seeing this, Ling Wen can't take care of the pain on his face. He cries and struggles in Ling Chenglong's arms. His tearful eyes are full of heartache. It's hard for their family to buy those things. They can't take them away.

"Woo Hoo?? You are bandits. Don't take our things. It's ours

Small steamed buns are also crying heartbroken, hissing exhausted, Ling Chenglong and his wife hugged them, for fear that they will rush up. When the time comes, it will be their bad luck. If they have nothing, they can earn more. If they do not, they will have nothing. The looters are their close relatives, and even their mother's orders. Their pain in heart is no less than that of two steamed buns 。

"Stop it!" All of a sudden, a pure man's roar suddenly rang out. All the people in the "busy" group were stunned, subconsciously looking for the direction of the voice. Yan Shengrui, with a white cloth head on her head, was leaning against the door frame in a sweat. Her face was as white as paper, but her eyes were sharp and frightening. In addition to her beautiful appearance and royal temperament, Ling Chenghua and Ling Xiaoying looked at each other "Father?? Sobbing?? Father, they're going to rob us? "

Taking advantage of his milk and looking at Yan Shengrui's stunned stall, Ling Wu broke away from his arms. He could not recognize his decision any more. He cried and rushed to embrace his leg. The so-called father son nature is probably this kind of situation? "Good, don't cry, dad will protect you."

It is obviously not very natural to touch the child's head. Yan Shengrui's harsh appeasement way makes people's sight sharp and sharp. It shoots at the old lady standing in the middle of the yard like a knife blade. After years of battlefield killing, the murderous spirit that is branded in the bones surges out. It's so thick and terrifying that people can't breathe. The old lady has stepped back several steps and Ling Jiang's family is shaking Leaning towards the old lady, Ling Chenghua and Ling Xiaoying's faces are red and white. Yan Shengrui's appearance and temperament undoubtedly pierced their hearts. However, the matter of baozi calling his father hit them completely.

"Who is the young master? We are

"Go away!" Ling Chenghua, holding the cloth, thinks she is elegant. Her voice is so charming that she almost drops out of the water. But before she finishes her words, Yan Shengrui throws a knife in the eye, which makes her freeze in place and her blushing face turns pale.

"Where are you from? Why in that bitch's house? " The old lady, who was still inexplicably afraid, saw that her daughter had been humiliated. She put her arms around her and glared at Yan Shengrui.

"Bitch?" Although he has listened to it for countless times, Yan Shengrui can't help but feel heartache. His horrible sight is even more murderous: "Jingxuan will not openly collude with a man, but your daughter?? Well, it's just a little village girl. She deserves to seduce me? "

"Ha ha." Yan Shengrui's voice was not deliberately lowered or even raised. The villagers who stood in the gate burst into laughter. The old lady and her daughter were angry and blue. The old lady, as a lady of scholar, was in charge of all the property in the family. Which child was not properly handled by her? Have you ever been insulted like this?

However, it seems that they are not wronged. Yan Shengrui is the Royal Prince, and he is the first prince who holds military power and has made great achievements in war. A village girl, let alone seduce him, is not even qualified to appear in front of him.

Of course, it can't be said that he will recover his memory. If he insists on it, it should be his instinctive reaction. The king who lost his memory is still the Lord. Those things that have been branded in his bones since childhood will never disappear.

"Who can tell me what's going on?"

Ling Jingxuan's cold voice suddenly rang out. He and Ling Jingpeng both came out of the backyard. His face was cold in coarse linen, and his sight slowly swept over all the people in the yard. Finally, Ling Jingxuan fell on Ling Wen's red and swollen face. He quickly slipped through his eyes and ignored the attention of others. Ling Jingxuan walked three and two steps toward his son who was beaten again.

"Who called?" Squatting in front of him, Ling Jingxuan touched his red and swollen cheek and asked in a low voice. The tone of his voice was indescribable, but it was creeping into other people's ears."Dad, daddy?? Sobbing?? You're back at last, dad

Ling Wen can't help it any longer. She bursts forward, and her thin arm hugs his neck tightly. She cries out of exhaustion. Ling Jingxuan, not to mention how distressed she is, is holding his hand tight again.

Seeing this, Yan Shengrui wanted to lead the steamed stuffed bun to the past, but as soon as his body left the doorframe, he couldn't help shivering, and the dizziness swept over him, forcing him to give up the idea of getting close to Ling Jingxuan.