Who do you think you are talking to?" Mo Zhongqian raised his head and looked at the painted-faced beggar in front of him, who looked about thirty or forty years old. "Even if His Highness is in a bad situation, it is not something that a guy like you can touch. We The two people are not on the same level in heaven... Your Highness is beyond words, and you are so cheap. How can you be worthy of being my brother? What kind of rotten porridge are you trying to feed me!? If I didn't just know that you are just ignorant, Your Highness This will kill all nine of your clans!"
"You want my life? Kill my nine tribes?"
The painted-faced beggar looked confused, and then the confused expression on his face was quickly replaced by anger that did not show up.
"You kid still has some backbone... It's your first day as a beggar, right? Do you still think you are a noble person? Let me tell you this... No matter who you were before, you are lower than a dog now. You character, you don’t want to eat sour porridge, right? Let me tell you, you can’t even eat dog rice!”
As he said that, the colorful-faced beggar probably felt that he had been insulted and kicked Mo Zhongqian on the shoulder.
Mo Zhongqian's internal energy was completely sealed by Han Feng, and his body lost its internal energy and grew worse than an ordinary person. After being hit by the kick, his whole body hit the wall, and his vision went black...
However, Mo Zhongqian was obviously a tough-boned young man. After being kicked like this, not only did he not soften, but he became even more resentful, muttering in a rough voice:
"Bastard... I'm going to kill all nine of your tribes!!"
"Hehehe, this kid said he wanted to kill all nine of my clans... Come and listen, he really thinks of himself as something! Do you think you are the Lord of the City, or a rich man in the city?"
The painted-faced beggar laughed angrily and walked toward Mo Zhonggan in the corner, shaking his arms.
"Kill my nine tribes, right? Come and try?"
He kicked Mo Zhongqian with both feet, causing an extremely strong pain to His Royal Highness, but what was more intense than the physical pain was the aggrievedness in his heart...
Mo Zhongqian has always been a proud man. Before being forced to do the job of sweeping by Han Feng, he could comfort himself by saying that this was the training he was given by his royal subordinates... But now he was beaten and kicked by a beggar. This kind of The humiliation is simply suffocating...
But under this kind of physical and mental pain, Mo Zhongqian was more calm.
Curling up in the corner, protecting his head, Mo Zhongqian continued to whisper:
"Okay, just go ahead and beat me! If you beat me to death, the Xuanjian Division and Patrol Division in the city will not let you go... If you can't beat me to death, I will kill you one day!"
"Okay, come and kill me! I'm waiting for you, you are worse than a dog."
The beggar's fists and kicks fell on Mo Zhongqian like raindrops. Mo Zhongqian stopped talking and just gritted his teeth and endured.
Neither begging for mercy nor admitting defeat.
But this reaction only aroused the ferocity of the painted-faced beggar, and he became more violent with fists and kicks...
Finally, the other beggars nearby couldn't stand it anymore, so come over and take the painted-faced beggar away.
But just like that, the colorful-faced beggar was still shouting while being pulled:
"I'll leave my words here today. If any of you dare to take this kid with you, you will have trouble with me!!"
Mo Zhongqian felt the pain on his body disappear, and started doing it again, wiping the blood from his nose with no expression on his face.
At this moment, Mo Zhongqian no longer felt the humiliation he had before, and he wasn't even that angry... He just wanted to live... and take revenge.
Now on a tall building in the distance, Han Feng and Liu Minghua used their true energy to bless their eyesight, observing all this happening.
Liu Minghua looked at the scene of Mo Zhongqian being beaten and couldn't help but frown slightly:
"The third prince actually suffered like this, do we really not need to intervene?"
Han Feng shook his head, with a look of wisdom on his face:
"Don't worry, Minghua. Even the four royal guards were convinced by me. You should also believe that I am the one."
Liu Minghua looked at Han Feng's confident expression and couldn't help but smile:
"I'm not worried about the safety of the third prince, I'm just worried that he will be tortured in this situation. Not only will he not be able to appreciate the suffering of the people, but it will breed hatred in people's hearts, then we are really The gain outweighs the loss.”
"Don't worry, I have already thought about it, so I have arranged for the perfect person to go and influence our prince with love and emotion, ensuring that he can develop a positive outlook on life and a love of life~"
"Excellent candidate?" Liu Minghua was a little curious, "Does our Hanging Sword Division still have such a person?"
"Haha, they are not from the Hanging Sword Division, they are candidates I have spent a lot of effort recruiting from the world~ Don't worry, they are very reliable~"
Han Feng said, turned around and went downstairs, greeting Liu Minghua:
"Let's go, we have to find a way to deal with those annoying families~"
Liu Minghua smiled and walked on.
"As you command~"
…
Outside Yundi Alley, Mo Zhongqian, who was beaten all over with bruises, was sitting on the corner of the street. Beggars were coming and going, his eyes were full of indifference. He just wanted to wait for himself to regain his strength and then go back to find the Xuanjian Division. So he brought the soldiers and horses of the Xuanjian Division back here and arrested all the unruly people here, especially the colorful-faced beggar who beat him... His Highness will hang him up and beat him for a whole hour, and starve him for three days and three days. night!
Thinking of this... Mo Zhongqian suddenly felt that he was really hungry...
I didn’t eat a grain of rice during the bumpy journey last night, but today I just woke up and was beaten up again... It’s really painful and hungry...
Mo Zhongqian tried to stand up, but he was really tired, hungry and in pain. He stood up holding on to the wall, and sat down again.
After all, he is just a child of thirteen or fourteen. No matter how strong he is, he will eventually be on the verge of collapse.
Mo Zhongqian... You are the prince, you can't cry! You can't be looked down upon by these untouchables! Show some ambition!
Mo Zhongqian comforted himself like this in his heart, but his eyes were still a little misty...
At this moment, a very light but very attractive aroma reached Mo Zhongqian's nose.
Mo Zhongqian raised his head and saw half a white-faced steamed bun being held in front of him by an unclean hand.
The owner of this hand is a beggar who looks a little thin. He is in his twenties. His facial features are quite handsome, but his clothes are in tatters and his hair is messy. He is probably a poor man with a poor family.
The thin beggar smiled at Mo Zhongqian, and his smile had a natural affinity:
"I see you've been squatting here for a long time without eating. You must be very hungry. I'll give you half. Just remember to pay it back to me when you get food next time~"
Mo Zhongqian looked at the steamed buns in front of him... He felt a little complicated. Although he wanted to say how a prince like himself could accept this begging food, but... he was really hungry...
In the end, His Highness the Third Prince, who could not withstand the temptation, grabbed the steamed buns and started gobbling them down.
The thin beggar saw that Mo Zhongqian was eating in a hurry, so he sat down next to him, stretched his head and stared at Mo Zhongqian:
"Why do you think you are eating so fast? No one is trying to compete with you. My name is Su Can, and I am a new beggar here. What is your name?"
"Don't do it forever."
Mo Zhongqian, who was munching the bun crazily, uttered three words, but he seemed to think that speaking like this was a bit too cold, so he thought for a moment and continued: