Mrs. Zhu didn't believe it. Her son looked good, but this brat from the kindergarten put his arms around her neck and asked which little girl he liked.

Three years in kindergarten, six years in elementary school, three years in junior high school... a rough calculation shows that the brat had a crush on fifteen little girls and had two relationships.

Mrs. Zhu looked suspicious and disbelieving.

Father Zhu patted his chest and assured his beloved parrot, "I'm absolutely right. I must be wrong. The parrot will disappear tonight! Stop talking nonsense and find the aloe vera anti-inflammatory ointment for your son. Alas, my son is too old to help his mother."

,Our son, alas, has sacrificed too much for this family!"

Father Zhu sighed, and wiped the non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes, "You are almost 1.8 meters tall, well, why is it still hurting?"

I took the parrot as a guarantee and it seems to be true!

"Can you speak now? Is it possible that my son is hurting His Highness? Does your son dare?" Mrs. Zhu rolled her eyes at her husband, and then sighed heavily, "Oh! My son is sensible! From now on, I have to be better to my son!"

He is Your Highness's son, but it is a pity that he was born a boy by mistake."

Isn't it?

The girl's home shouldn't be in such pain.

About five minutes later, the servants of the Zhu family heard their young master yelling shamefully, "I didn't! What are you thinking! I like women! Okay!"

Damn it!

He also wanted to take credit, but in the eyes of his parents, he turned out to be a man who dedicated himself to His Highness!

Oh fuck!

Shen Yilin had no idea that he had beaten Zhu Chu so badly that Zhu Yayang and his wife mistakenly thought that Zhu Chu had sacrificed his life for his family.

When he got on the car, he heard Yuan Ji say: "Your Highness, Miss Rong Yi, we were asked to leave by the people sent by Ji Gong just now."

"Have you sent someone to follow?" In the car, Shen Yilin's handsome face was indifferent. At this time, he was no longer a school bully. The school bully and His Highness could switch easily.

Disguise is a required lesson in special training.

"Miss Rong Yi has Mr. Fei by her side."

"Fei Ruo?"

Somewhat interesting, Shen Yi frowned slightly, why did he meet Fei Ruo again?

We met at noon and again after school?

Is it possible that Fei Ruo is really interested in Rong Yi?

Not too possible.

"Well, Miss Rong Yi left the campus early. After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Fei came from the first campus on a motorcycle. It should have been an appointment in advance to meet after school."

Yuanji did not dare to hide anything and reported everything clearly.

Rong Yi is the first girl to attract His Highness's attention, and also the first girl His Highness comes forward to protect. Young Master Ruofei also likes Miss Rong Yi. Considering the friendship between His Highness and Young Master Fei... what should we do?

Shen Jilin didn't think that deeply. He was thinking deeply about why Fei Ruo kept meeting Rong Yin.

After thinking more deeply, Shen Yilin's eyes suddenly turned violent. He took out his mobile phone and pulled out a set of short numbers. The call was connected in a few seconds. Then, Shen Yilin became cold, and his pressed thin lips revealed His Highness's mood at this time.

Very common, "Okay, I'll wait."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

On the other side, Rong Yi was sitting in a car sent by the Ji family, and on both sides of her were servants sent by the Ji family.

Although they are said to be servants, they are actually bodyguards with certain skills.

She could escape and knock people down easily at the school gate, but she didn't want to escape. If she escaped, how would she clean up the peach hidden in Ji's house?

Tao F, Mrs. Ji’s natal nephew, she knows what Fei Ruo doesn’t know.

Here, I would like to thank the dog man for showing her countless confidential information belonging to the Ji family in order to bring down the Ji family. Among them, Tao F.

The peach girl back then was eventually taken under the wing of the dog-man Shen Zhiting, and became Shen Zhiting's little expert in secretly amassing money.

Now she can't kill the dog man, but she can still kill the peach F.

In the car, the bodyguard in the passenger seat received the call, turned his head, glanced at Rong Yi who was sitting in the back, and replied respectfully, "Don't worry, he is already in the car and will be brought back to you soon."

It wasn't Ji Gong who called to ask about it, but Ji Gong's personal steward. These matters have always been taken care of by the steward, and there is no need for Ji Gong to do it himself.

Jijia

Huan Li, who was pale and injured, was copying ten copies of the Diamond Sutra by hand. There were not many scriptures, about 5,100 words, divided into thirty-two chapters. He personally ordered the old lady to do it every morning at five Light a bath and burn incense, kneel in front of the Buddhist hall, and copy it in small regular script.

Not only that, but ten drops of blood from the finger must be dripped, not even one drop less.

For ten scriptures, just one needle was pricked on each of the ten fingers. The blood drop should not be smaller than the size of a soybean. Aunt Wang who was next to the old lady personally performed the injection.

Aunt Wang is the old lady's dowry servant. She has served the old lady all her life. She has the old lady's habits and temperament. Even though she is just a servant, the three ladies of the Ji family all have a deep respect for this Wang. My aunt was frightened from the bottom of her heart.

To use Mrs. Ji Er's private words to describe it, being old and not dying is a thief, a stepping stone in the latrine, smelly and hard.

Now, this Aunt Wang was standing next to Huan Li with a straight face. She did not show any concern, but bowed down respectfully, "Third Madam, the old lady just saw you. You are not good here. You are not sincere and you have committed a big taboo. You have to copy it again."

When Huan Li heard that he secretly gritted his silver teeth, he became even more angry, but his face was extremely respectful and he said, "Auntie Wang, I'm sorry to have to pay you a visit again. I'll copy it again right away."

"Third Madam, you not only have to copy it again, but you also have to be sincere. The old lady said that if you continue to be perfunctory, it will not be ten copies, but a hundred copies." After Aunt Wang gave the order, she put the handwritten scriptures in the box. Wen returned it to Huan Li, and then placed the small lotus leaf bowl filled with ink in the middle of the small table. In his hand, there was a silver needle, "Third Madam, please."

Huan Li saw the slender silver needle, fear flashed in his eyes, and he had scolded the old lady and Aunt Wang countless times.

The immortal thing's method of tormenting people is more sinister than the last.

Thinking about her Huan family, they have been noble for hundreds of years and come from a wealthy family. How could they have such vicious private tricks?

Ten times of sutras, ten times of ten drops of blood, she thought she could get over it by enduring it.

Little did she know that an even more torturous move would have been waiting for her!

She copied it no less than ten times today, but never satisfied the old lady. Every time she was asked to copy it again because of her "insincere heart". Every time she copied it, she had to use new ink and new blood. Now, her fingers have already There were so many needle holes that it hurt even to lift the pen.

Huan Li was a tolerant person. He stretched out his hand and thanked Aunt Wang, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Third Madam, you're welcome." Aunt Wang grabbed Huan Li with her left hand and maintained it until her skin was smooth and delicate, like the hand of a 28-year-old girl. She took out a needle with her right hand and inserted it into Huan Li's index finger. In order to make the blood flow out as quickly as possible, she also inserted a piece of meat the size of a soybean. Twist the needle tip once, draw the needle, squeeze the finger, and bleed.

"Didi..."

The first drop of blood was submerged into the new ink, and the red blood and black ink splashed into small circles and rippled, quickly merging together.

Aunt Wang was rigid throughout. Huan Li was obviously in pain, but she only slightly frowned, with no other expression on her face. Aunt Wang saw it in her eyes and took it to heart.
Chapter completed!