Exiled Huajiao

Chapter 179
The moonlight was dim, and Mao San's face was gloomy and uncertain.

He has always been a domineering man, and he doesn't take the depressed and poor scholar Haifeng in his eyes at all.

In the end, this bug, whom he despises, ignores him and flirts with Jiu'er, and Mao San is about to explode with rage.

With a dark face and a cold voice, he told Haifeng to get out as soon as possible, otherwise he would clean up with him.

Hai Feng, who refused to let go, said that Jiu'er is just a woman who relies on tricks to make a living. If she tells the secrets of tricks, it is tantamount to ruining her job. How will she live in the future?
"Haifeng, I'm being polite. I'll give you face and call you son. If you don't give you face, you'll be a stinky piece of shit on the side of the road, and you're nothing. If you want to pity the fragrance and pretend to be a big clove of garlic, you have to look at yourself. I don’t have the ability to be a flower protector.”

"Mao San, I advise you to think twice. If you do this kind of bullying of girls, if it gets out, you will only lose face to King Zhao. Then you will make King Zhao unhappy and blame you. Can you afford it?"

"Don't scare me, I didn't grow up a vegetarian."

Mao San was too lazy to talk nonsense with Hai Feng, and with a wave of his hand, the nurse immediately rushed towards Jiu'er and Hai Feng.

Jiu'er turned around and kicked a guard away while blocking Haifeng's body.

She protected Haifeng, retreating while beating, beating one after another to the ground.

Mao San never expected that Jiu'er would be so tough, so he secretly picked up a stick and touched Jiu'er's back quietly.

With a "bang", sawdust flew and the stick broke in two.

Blood dripped from Haifeng's left arm.

Jiu'er, with a panicked face, kicked Mao San on the heart, and kicked him flying.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Jiu'er lifted Haifeng's arm to check, Haifeng who was in pain frowned, Jiu'er was heartbroken, and glared at Mao San and the others viciously, and was about to teach him a lesson, when Haifeng grabbed him.

Taking this opportunity, Mao San escaped with a group of nurses.

When he was about to run away, he did not forget to say harsh words: "Those who dare to beat Zhao Wang's mansion, both of you will be sent to prison!"

Jiu'er, who helped Haifeng bandage his arm, replied angrily, "You tell King Zhao to come and find me."

"You go! Leave the capital."

Beating a dog depends on the owner. When Jiu'er beat Mao San, it was tantamount to hitting Zhao Wang in the face. He was worried that Zhao Wang would take revenge on Jiu'er.

Anyway, with Jiu'er's skills, he can continue to make a living in other places.

Jiu'er looked indifferent, and said with a smile that Haifeng cared so much about her, how could she leave the injured Haifeng and walk away, she is not such an ungrateful person.

When getting along with Jiu'er in the past, Haifeng found that she was a person who didn't listen to her, so he had to leave without saying a word, and ignored Jiu'er.

For Haifeng's indifference and disregard, Jiu'er didn't care, and kept up.

"I'll walk you home."

He is a big man, so he doesn't need a woman to send him off.

"No need."

"Auntie's back injury has not healed, and you have an arm injury. There must be a lot of inconvenience in life. Do you really not need me?"

"unnecessary."

After coldly rejecting Jiu'er, Haifeng hurried home in stride.

When he entered the door, he did not see Jiu'er following him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, Haifeng was tormented by the reality.

His mother's back injury has not healed, and he can't move his usual right arm. He wants to take care of his mother with one hand. It is extremely inconvenient to wash and cook, let alone write.

All morning, either the earthen pot was smashed, or the pots "clinked" and rolled all over the ground, not to mention chickens flying and dogs jumping, and my mother was almost dropped.

When eating at noon, his left hand was too tired to lift up, and when he picked up a chopstick of vegetables, only a little vegetable juice remained on the chopsticks when he brought it to his mouth.

"Ah! I'll feed you."

Haifeng lost his mind, watched Jiu'er hold a chopsticks dish and handed it to his mouth, thinking that he was so tired that a phantom appeared, so he opened his mouth involuntarily.

The soft egg in his mouth told him that this was not an illusion.

"How did you come?"

Jiu'er reached out to wipe the vegetable juice from Haifeng's mouth: "I'm not afraid that you will starve to death."

Haifeng really wanted to reply, but if Jiu'er hadn't come, he might have to eat this meal from noon to night.

Jiu'er, with a smile on his face, looks like a little swallow in flowered clothes, flying around Haifeng's house, sweeping the floor, doing laundry, and cleaning up the mess that Haifeng made due to his inconvenient hands.

Gao Shi smiled from ear to ear, telling Haifeng to treat Jiu'er well and stop being cold-faced.

The night will soon come in a busy way.

Haifeng leaning against the stone mill, looking up at the starry sky?

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, and when he was about to turn his head, a head suddenly dropped from above, which made his feet slip and almost fell to the ground.

Jiu'er, who succeeded in frightening Haifeng, laughed loudly and jumped off the stone mill.

"You are so timid, how dare you stop Mao San and the others last night?"

"It's not fear, it's fright. The two have different meanings."

Jiu'er nodded with a very teachable smile, and looked up at the sky: "Do you like the moon or the stars?"

"The moon is soft, the stars are free, I prefer the scorching sun."

It's not the rising sun that sprinkles the morning light, or the sunset at dusk. He only likes the scorching sun that shines brightly in the sky at noon, high above and full of righteousness.

At this moment, in Jiu'er's heart, Haifeng is like Yaoyang in the sky at noon, she sneaks up to Haifeng and kisses him on the mouth.

Haifeng pushed Jiu'er away violently, stood up straight in panic, and wanted to run away, but stopped, and turned his head to look at Jiu'er with a condensed expression.

"Girl, is this revenge for kindness?"

The soft touch still remained on the lips, Haifeng really didn't look like he was joking, Jiu'er waved his hands in a panic.

"No...it's not. I just can't help it at the moment."

"Please control your emotions and don't trouble me."

"I thought, you too"

Jiu'er stuttered and couldn't speak a complete sentence. When she touched Haifeng's indifferent expression of disgust, her clenched hands hung down on her sides.

"I thought that the young master was also moved by me, so he would go to protect me regardless of his own safety. It seems that I am being sentimental!"

When Jiu'er uttered the words "self-confident and passionate", her heart throbbed very badly.

In the altar, Bai Xi, who had become weaker and weaker in the past few days, clutched his chest, feeling that the power of his soul had bottomed out.I'm afraid, she will gradually disappear in Jiu'er's self-sufficiency.

"It's late at night, girl, please go back!"

Haifeng had a cold face, and stopped looking at Jiu'er, acquiescing that Jiu'er was self-indulgent.

Jiu'er really thought that Haifeng dared to risk her life to save her because she was moved by her sincerity.

In the end, it was just her self-indulgence.

With some words stuck in her throat, Jiu'er covered her face and rushed out the door sadly.

(End of this chapter)