Chapter 333: Li Mansion temporarily

　　 Since Daji entered the palace, Emperor Xin has ignored the government, and his temperament has become more and more tyrannical, killing ministers, destroying pillars, making artillery and digging pots, and tossing Nanzhou with black smoke.
The tragic death of Queen Jiang is still brewing. Jiang Hengchu, the great prince in the east, was summoned into Chaoge City, framed in every possible way, and tortured to death.
Jiang Wenhuan, the son of Jiang Hengchu, inherited his father's throne, vowed to avenge his father, and led the rebellion of the heroes. Before the Wandering Soul Pass, Chen Bing attacked hard every day, and there were countless casualties inside and outside the Youhun Pass...
Regarding this matter, Chen Tangguan and Li Jing are quite concerned.
Since Dongbohou rebelled against business, Chentangguan has been under martial law every day, recruiting soldiers and horses, daily exercises, and waiting for the order of the song.
Li Jing is not a vassal, but a general soldier of the first pass. Although he holds a heavy soldier in his hand, he has no statutes and no edicts, so he cannot send troops without authorization.
He is also the heart of a loyal official and a dutiful son. Seeing that the people of the world are not living because of the war, he also has some worries in his heart. He is stuck in the barracks, busy with military affairs, and rarely returns home.
Nezha was taught a lesson by Yang Jian before, and it really took a few days.
That day, he sneaked into his father's study room to play, and saw a few cloth and silk picture albums of "Little People Fighting" at the bottom of the box.
Where does little nezha know this? Happily took it to her mother to offer the treasure, but was scolded by her mother, and then beaten when her father knew about it, so she was rather unhappy.
If this matter were to be given to him, he would be able to swallow this breath, the son of Chen Tangguan Li Jing and a natural immortal.
However, his mother just scolded him for always arguing at his young age, and his father didn't say where he was wrong when hitting him. It was a spanking involuntarily.
How can this make little Nezha endure?
He sneaked into his father's study room again, trying to make a little mess, and embarrassing his father, so he saw the jade invitation on the desk.
After watching carefully for a long time, Nezha realized that he was still illiterate, so he put away the invitation card from the left and right, and quietly threw it into the depths of the East China Sea...
Li Jingxun couldn't find the invitation card, and the servants and maids in the house were all blamed; Nezha saw that the matter was making a big deal, so he simply ran out to play for a few days.
Li Jing couldn't find Nezha, so he knew that Nezha took the hard-won invitation. After a few days of indignation, the fight fell on Nezha.
After two beatings and scolding, the hard work that Yang Jian had previously persuaded him to suddenly turn into turbulence and disappear forever...
Yang Jian didn't know about this. When he reached the sky above Chentangguan, he swept his consciousness and saw the little Nezha who was walking through the street with a few family members.
Pedestrians around evaded one after another, and vendors everywhere were afraid to look directly, like a bully.
"This stinky boy," Yang Jian was really speechless, and went straight down, using the method of change to enter a restaurant, waiting for Xiao Nezha to walk through the street.
I haven't seen him for a long time. Nezha didn't seem to have grown up too much. He was still wearing those red pockets and blue trousers, with a long life lock around his neck, and a circle of heaven and earth on his wrist.
The difference is that the original upturned braid has been replaced with two total horns, which looks even more lovely.
At this moment, Nezha's little face looked abnormal, like a mountain king who was patrolling his own territory.
"Young Master, are you hungry?" The steward of Li Mansion lowered his head and asked, "The restaurant in front of you is pretty good."
"Hmph, I don't think I'm hungry, but you guys are hungry?" Xiao Nezha's mouth curled, "You go to eat, I'll stroll down the street by myself."
"How can this be done?" The steward chuckled, and honestly followed this young man, who was a little devil, and didn't dare to say anything.
When Xiao Nezha went back and filed a complaint with his wife, they lost their jobs and could only go back to cultivate the fields.
Passing by the restaurant, Xiao Nezha seemed to feel something. When he looked up, he just saw the chicken leg descending from the sky and hitting his forehead.
Snapped!
The chicken leg was attached to Nezha's face, and the little Nezha was petrified, standing there with his back on his back, the whole person seemed to be unwell.
Several Jiading hurriedly shouted: "Ouch!"
"Master! Are you okay, master? This chicken leg..."
"Who throws chicken legs! Do you know who you hit!"
"Shut up! What are you shouting!"
Little Nezha reprimanded in a childish voice, and the family quickly bowed their heads.
He took the chicken leg off his face, grabbed it in his hand, glanced at the open window on the fourth floor of the restaurant, jumped down, jumped directly, and landed on the edge of the window.
The guests dining on the fourth floor were stunned. Many people knew Nezha, and suddenly looked down and sideways in a flustered expression, not daring to look at the little devil.
"Who threw the drumstick?" Nezha raised his hand, took the drumstick and sniffed it in front of his nose, and opened his mouth to bite.
Hey, the taste is not bad.
"Who threw the chicken drumstick? I'll ask again!" Xiao Nezha shouted vaguely, "Man, man, I will not beat you, just let you come over and apologize to us!"
Hearing a chuckle from the corner, Nezha followed the sound and saw the figure in the yellow robe sitting with his back to him.
"Who threw the drumstick and smashed my brother? I'll ask you again, how?"
Hearing this sound, Xiao Nezha's movement of chewing on chicken legs was stiff, and seeing the yellow robe man turned his head, his small face instantly collapsed.
Little Nezha turned his head and was about to jump off the window sill, but a profound energy grabbed him with a big hand, directly photographed him in the corner, and threw him onto the chair.
Yang Jian smiled and cursed: "What did you see me running?"
"I..." Nezha scratched his head, suddenly afraid to look at Yang Jian.
After he threw the invitation card away, he realized that Yang Jian had sent someone to his father and invited his father to the East China Sea wedding.
Li Jing beat him up, Nezha was a little bit grudge; but Nezha was afraid of delaying Yang Jian's happy event, so he always felt sorry for Yang Jian.
But how can this matter be said?
Although Li Jing's mana is not as good as him, it is his Laozi. Let's take a beat after a beat. Anyway, he just feels aggrieved and doesn't feel much pain.
But Yang Jian's abilities are much better than him. If he talks about this, Yang Jian will have to beat him... Isn't it true that he should be smashed?
Yang Jian took a bite of food slowly, "Don't call someone yet?"
"Master, brother." Little Nezha was uncomfortable, sitting there for a while and twisted.
The guests in the whole hall were taken aback for a moment, and then roared with laughter. They were not afraid of the immortals, and they clapped their hands quickly when they saw that someone could restrain the little devil.
Nezha glared at these diners angrily, and the laughter stopped abruptly, all of them bowed their heads to eat, not daring to laugh for a while.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Junior, the majesty is enough."
"That's," Nezha had an unusual expression, waving a small fist, "I made it with one punch and one kick! Hmph, I don't hurt them, let them suffer a bit, they are naturally afraid of me."
"It makes people afraid of you, are you happy?"
"Of course... hee hee, it's not that happy," Xiao Nezha waved his hand, pursing a little depressed, "It's just that it's too boring at the house. I don't have anything to do every day, so I ran out to play... …I am serious about studying martial arts."
Yang Jian didn't really want to train him, after all, so many people looked at him, he also had to consider the face of his junior.
"Does your father teach you martial arts?"
"He? He's not free," Nezha snorted softly. "He knows going to the military camp all day long. My mother is very lonely. Where can I be free?"
Yang Jian raised his hand and knocked on his head, the painful little Nezha gasped for a while.
"What nonsense?" Yang Jian scolded, but to this little boy, he really didn't know how to explain loneliness.
As expected, Li Jing still neglected to discipline Nezha.
Yang Jian felt a little unhappy, he said so much last time, it was useless? Does Li Jing really not like Nezha?
Hmph, if he didn't want Nezha to be too sad, how could he spend so much thought on Li Jing...
"Fine," Yang Jian shook his head, "Who makes that your father?"
"Ok?"
Yang Jian said: "Later, I will go to your house with you for a few days to see how you practice recently."
Nezha suddenly looked distressed, "My house is small, and the guest rooms are full..."
Yang Jian: "It's okay, I just sleep on the roof of your room."
"Then, let's go," Nezha pursed his lips, thinking that Yang Jian was going to Li Mansion to look at him, and he must be told to read and write and get up early to practice qigong. It was a hard life even more difficult than the eighteenth hell.
The few guys ran to the fourth floor panting, and saw their young master sitting in the corner with a broken face and a look of unreality. They immediately admired the figure in the yellow robe.
It must be an expert immortal to make their young master so depressed.
Yang Jian said to go, and after using the meal, he threw down a piece of broken gold, and took Xiao Nezha straight to the Li Mansion.
The Yin family heard that Yang Jian had come and waited for the reception at the door. They also sent someone to the military camp to invite the master back to the house.
After Li Jing came back, there was another greeting, banquet, singing and dancing. I didn’t mention much ~EbookFREE.me~ but Yang Jian did not advise Li Jing like last time. He didn’t even mention Nezha’s educational issues at all. Talking about the house for a while.
Li Jing was naturally overjoyed and replied: "Before, due to the busy military affairs, I was not able to go to the East China Sea to congratulate me. I was uneasy. If the true monarch can live in the mansion, I will do my best as a landlord.
Right now, he ordered someone to clean up another courtyard. Although it was not luxurious, it was better than clean.
"If Chief Li is busy with military affairs, he can go by himself," Yang Jian said, and how could Li Jing be willing to leave?
When Yang Jian was in the house, Li Jing had many questions about monasticism, and the military affairs were put on hold. Anyway, there was no war in Chentang Pass, so he wanted to go to Yang Jian every day for advice.
In this way, Yang Jian lived in the Li Mansion and urged Nezha to practice martial arts and practice every day. He was also entrusted by the Yin clan to teach Nezha to read and read.
Of course Nezha wanted to go out and play, but couldn't beat Yang Jian. After being cleaned up by Yang Jian several times, he honestly became a good treasure...
One day, at night, Yang Jian called Ne Zha to a well in the backyard of Li Mansion and said, "Fetch water."
"What do you do with water?"
Yang Jian smiled lightly and did not answer.
Nezha thought that Yang Jian was going to play with him, so he happily hit a basin of cool well water, holding the basin and waiting for Yang Jian to give an order.
"Take it right, come with me."
Nezha was immediately confused, and he really didn't know what this powerful brother was making. 8)