Jun Jiuling

Her nine-year-old is not like this.

She was thirteen years old when she saw Jiufu for the first time, a little white ball wrapped in a quilt in winter.

Compared to Jiuli who held the baby skillfully in her arms, she didn't even dare to reach out, and she didn't hold the baby once until she left home.

As for how close she is, she didn't really feel it. She just knew that she had an extra brother, and this child had the same blood as hers, so when she came home again, there was an extra gift in her gift, which was nothing special. The meaning is human nature.

But when she got home, she took out the small windmill that the store owner had picked out in the market, which was suitable for babies to play with. When he touched his face, he was a little flustered and also a little inexplicably soft.

This is her brother.

In fact, they didn't spend much time together, but it was probably because he was too young to stare at her and lecture her like his sister, but obeyed with great admiration. She and Jiuzheng could play together at home.

It's really fun, climbing trees and walls to dig out bird nests, wrapping the caught birds in mud from the lake and roasting them, hiding from Jiuli who is catching them everywhere.

She was not like a big sister, and when her parents were gone, she came to the Prince Huai Mansion, and she didn't comfort this child who was suddenly and ignorant of the situation.

She still played with him, told stories to catch fish, or reprimanded him, and even beat him, because when he grew up, he was no longer the toddler who couldn't run fast. He could also climb mountains, trees and lakes to catch fish. One time, he was daring enough to go fishing secretly by himself and almost slipped into the lake.

"Why are you beating him? He didn't learn this from you." Jiu Li reprimanded her angrily, hugging the crying Jiu Bao.

"Learn what to do, what he wants to learn is not this." She was also very angry.

"What else can he learn?" Jiuli said.

She also doesn't know that Jiufu can't learn well, let alone learn badly, and she doesn't know what Jiufu needs to learn, and what kind of learning is necessary to live well.

But she absolutely didn't want Jiu Po ​​to learn like this.

Facing a life-saving person with no malice, he raised his hand and cursed.

Her Jiufu is definitely not like this.

Jiufu was still cursing to his heart's content and raised the fishing rod in his hand again.

I don't know if it's because there is no one around, or because he has been so hostile for the past two years.

This hostility was concealed and indulged by Mr. Gu and Lu Yunqi.

Miss Jun stretched out her hand to grab the fishing rod.

Jiu Ren pulled it hard a few times but failed to pull it back, his expression became even more furious.

"Let go!" he screamed.

"Why did you beat me and scold me?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

"Does the king need a reason to beat you and scold you?" Jiu Qiang shouted, he tried hard to get back the fishing rod, but the girl in front of him who looked thin and not a few years older than him turned out to be very strong.

The fishing rod in her hand was motionless.

Jiu Po ​​became even more irritable, so he simply threw off the fishing rod and looked around. When he saw a small table on the side, he bent over and was about to grab it, but someone moved faster than him.

Before his hand touched a few tables, a hand had already grabbed his back and lifted him up.

He is already eight years old this year. Although he lost a lot of weight due to illness, it was the first time he was picked up by a girl like this.

In fact no one had ever picked him up like that.

No, there was someone who picked him up like this.

Jiu Ren was in a trance for a moment, forgetting to be surprised and angry.

At that time, he was bending over to pull up the net that was scattered in the lake. He didn’t know whether it was because the net was entangled by the stones in the lake, or because there were many fish in the net, and the net that sank into the lake did not move at all. When he slipped and fell into the lake, one hand picked him up.

"You brat! You want to die!" the female voice yelled in my ear.

Before he had time to call Second Sister, he was slapped heavily on the buttocks.

He is the eldest son of the prince, he is the grandson of the emperor, he will be the emperor in the future, he has the most noble blood in the world, he has never been beaten when he grows up.

The beating was still so hard, the palms slapped the flesh loudly, and the burning pain spread out, wave after wave.

Jiuzheng was clever and woke up from the trance.

It's not a memory, it's real.

"You brat! You want to die!" the female voice yelled.

The voice was very strange, but the movement was not unfamiliar. A palm hit his buttocks heavily, again and again.

It's not that Jiufu has never touched a woman's hands. His food and clothing are all taken care of by the maids. The hands of those maids are soft and delicate, whether they are dressing him or washing him, they are like a ball of cotton.

But now this spank on his ass and the hand that grabs his back doesn't look like a girl's hand at all,

It was like an iron palm, like an iron hook, hooked on his body and struggled to escape. It wasn't his butt that was hit, but a sandbag or a wooden stake.

The pain finally tore through Jiuzheng's sluggishness, and he let out a scream.

"You bitch..."

But his voice just started, and the palm on his butt was stronger and faster, and the slapping sound overwhelmed his shouting.

"you this.."

"Bitch..."

The faster he shouted, the faster and stronger the slaps fell behind him.

Finally this time, the scolding that came to his lips opened up and turned into crying.

Once she cried, she couldn't stop.

Jiufu burst into tears. For a child, crying can vent anger and relieve pain.

He was just an eight-year-old kid after all.

The cries were loud, and the slaps falling behind her gradually slowed down until they stopped.

He was put on the ground.

Jiu Po ​​didn't jump up, but lay on the ground crying.

"Why are you swearing?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

Jiufu cried out of breath.

"The king is willing to scold people, so it doesn't matter to you." He cried.

At least he didn't call the word bitch anymore.

It's not that backbone, Miss Jun wants to laugh.

"Of course you can scold people, but you have to distinguish who can scold and who can't." She said, "Why did you scold me?"

Jiufeng raised his head, with tears all over his face and an angry expression.

"You, you seducer! You forced my sister!" he shouted, "You forced my sister to write a letter asking you to come in."

As he spoke, he cried again, with anger and despair in his crying.

"You bully your sister, you bully my sister."

Miss Jun froze, her nose twitched, and tears almost welled up.

Is it because of this?

Angry at the same time.

They actually told Jiuzheng such a thing.

They never told him the interesting and wonderful things that happened in the outside world, they isolated him here, let him live and die like withered grass, but at this time they told him the words that humiliated his only relative , Let him be angry, make him helpless, let him despair.

Miss Jun looked around. If someone appeared in her sight at this moment, she would definitely beat him up and question him without hesitation.

Although Lu Yunqi left with Jin Yiwei, the eunuch who led the way went to nowhere, and Mr. Gu disappeared without a trace.

But there is nothing unknown in Prince Huai's mansion, who knows how many eyes are staring at it secretly.

Originally, she was impulsive, but now after listening to Jiuzheng's words, she felt that she had every reason to find someone to fight again.

He couldn't kill Lu Yunqi, because it was normal and reasonable to beat someone up after hearing such humiliating rumors.

But to her disappointment, there was such a big commotion, no one showed up, and the lake seemed to be isolated.

Perhaps this is also an attitude of Lu Yunqi.

Let her make trouble, make trouble at will.

Then what is her brother to him? Miss Jun was a little angry, and laughed at herself. Of course, her brother was nothing in Lu Yunqi's eyes.

Jiuzheng was still crying on the ground.

Miss Jun knelt down slowly and reached out to pat his head.

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Thanks to Mengli Yungui boy, Zi Ze, Bing Yi from the south,? The last shot? Reward He Choi.

Thank you all and have a great weekend.