Evil King, Please Be Gentle - Chapter 709

For a long time, cicada Ming has never felt the chill on Lin Chuyu. She knows that Lin Chuyu is going to kill this time!

After Zhang Ao returned to his uncle’s house, the first thing he did was to have the box carried all the way to a secret room.

At this time, Xiao Ping’an, who was hiding in the box, felt that the box hit the ground heavily, and his eyes were full of stars.

“Uncle…”

Xiao Ping’an called, and before he could push the lid open himself, the lid was lifted, and his little body was picked up and thrown in the corner.

Xiao Ping’an was blindfolded by the pain, and then he held back his tears and looked at Zhang Ao: “uncle, what’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?” Zhang Ao asked people to move a carved and gorgeous mahogany chair, put on gray mink fur, and then sat down with his legs up. He looked down at the little one’s safety and sneered: “can’t the emperor see it? I’m taking you to my uncle’s house.”

Xiao Ping’an didn’t understand what he was going to do. He just got up from the ground and didn’t care about the scraped skin on his hands. He looked at him and said, “since it’s my uncle’s house, uncle, take my mother’s letter to me…”

“The letter?” Zhang Ao began to laugh and then sarcastically looked at Xiao Ping’an: “you really believe it. You are a fool. How do those people want you to be the emperor

Xiao Ping’an’s eyes were full of tears, but they didn’t come down. He thought that maybe his uncle was playing some game with him.

But then, Zhang Ao changed the subject and sneered: “yes, my stupid sister, how could she have a smart son? She should have died early if she tried to punish herself, and you, the little bastard, should have died! ”

Xiao Ping An’s face turned red when he scolded his mother like this: “my mother didn’t practice herself…”

“What do you know?” Zhang Ao spat at Xiao Ping’an and then hummed coldly: “she’s a bitch. I don’t want her. I let that short-lived ghost emperor break his body, and I had to pay several hundred taels of silver for that family!”

“You sold your mother…”

Xiao Ping’an wanted to say, but Zhang Ao was so angry that he kicked him to the ground: “you little boy, you know fart. Your mother is not a good kind. It’s good to die. ”

With that, Zhang Ao got up and kicked Xiao Ping’an’s body away. Then he touched his chin and told the outside with a gloomy face: “are you all dead? Don’t you come in and wait? Today, let the little emperor die in the small swineherd’s house. I see that yeran and Lin Chuyu have the face to claim that they want to take good care of the little emperor of the state of Chu! ”

Zhang Ao has long thought about how to plant the blame, and no one can see that Xiao Ping’an came out of the palace with him today. Xiao Ping’an died outside, because the people in the palace were not strict with him.

His own uncle will go to the palace and cry. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the people of the world will also be on his side.

When the state of Chu is disturbed, Wei Zhan will come back with his soldiers. Then his Uncle Zhang is still Wei Zhan’s hero!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ao only thinks he is a smart man.

But before I finished thinking about it, I found that there was still no movement outside.

With a frown and a low curse of discontent, Zhang Ao turned and walked to the door. As he walked, he also scolded: “you are all dead, you are not enough to accomplish, you are more than enough…”

Before he finished speaking, the door opened a crack, and Zhang Ao was about to close the door, but the rosefinch who had already arrived at the door kicked the door open.

Zhang Ao went back several steps, and then he saw that all the people who were outside had been knocked unconscious.

At the back, Lin Chuyu, dressed in red and hunting like hell, and yeran, dressed in plain clothes and cold, are coming together.

“This is…” Zhang Ao’s throat was blocked, and he was about to catch Xiao Ping’an, but he was kicked by the rosefinch again.

Xiao Ping’an was kicked hard by Zhang Ao. Now his face is still white, but what makes him more unacceptable is his uncle, who not only humiliates him and his mother, but also kills him.

After all, he is a child that no one likes and no one wants.

“It’s none of my business. Spare my life. I’m bewitched too…”

Zhang Ao began to beg for mercy.

Lin Chuyu enters the room, only to find Xiao Ping’an kneeling in the corner with dull eyes. Her little body curls up and doesn’t move, just like she is stupid.

Lin Chuyu saw the footprints still left on his clothes, and his pupils were slightly tight. He told the rosefinch: “stop his mouth.”

“Yes

Zhuque stepped forward. Although he wanted to slap Zhang Ao’s ungrateful thing and then unload his chin, considering that Ping’an was still small, he resisted the impulse. He just stepped forward and pulled Zhang Ao’s smelly shoes and put them directly into Zhang Ao’s mouth.

Lin Chuyu came to Xiao Ping’an and wanted to touch his head. He heard Xiao Ping’an cry and asked Lin Chuyu, “sister Huang, is Ping’an a child who nobody likes?”

Lin Chuyu’s heart was sour, and his hand fell gently. When he felt his soft hair touch his palm, he said softly, “of course not.””Then why…” Little Ping’an douda’s tears rolled down. He looked at Lin Chuyu and asked, “why don’t you have peace with your father, your mother and your uncle?”

All the people present were worried.

Ping’an is still such a small child. What did Zhang Ao say to him that made him cry so much.

Lin Chuyu held back her bitterness and said in a soft voice, “father and your mother died early. They want to live for peace, but their fate is changeable. And Huang Jie likes Ping’an, Yingying, Changsheng and Xiaobao very much. How can Ping’an be a child that no one likes? ”

Ping’an looks at Lin Chuyu, who is still young. He wakes up from the fear of being beaten and abandoned just now. With a Whoa, he falls down on Lin Chuyu and cries in his arms.

Cicada listen to this cry, can’t help wiping tears, just want to kill Zhang Ao this little talent.

Yeran said, “take Uncle Zhang down.”

“Wuwu…”

Zhang Ao seems to be unwilling, but also want to ask Xiao Ping’an for help. After all, he is Xiao Ping’an’s uncle, who is connected by blood.

But he just whimpered twice, and was stunned by the sharp palm of rosefinch, and dragged out like a smelly rag.

When Zhang Ao is taken away, yeran looks at Lin Chuyu and Xiao Ping’an, who is crying in her arms. She sighs gently until Xiao Ping’an is tired and sleeps in the powder Lin Chuyu spills quietly. Lin Chuyu gives him to cicada.

“Escort him back to the Palace first, and ask the imperial doctor to have a look.”

“Yes.” Cicada knows that Lin Chuyu is going to deal with Zhang Ao, so he responds directly and leaves with peace.

Lin Chuyu looked at Ping’an, who was still clenching her little fist in her sleep and choking from time to time. Her eyes became colder and colder.