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Chapter 494 Humiliation

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    It was finally dawn, and Zhao Ying opened her eyes with difficulty. Before she could speak, her stomach growled.

    The steamed buns I ate last night were digested in the middle of the night, and I barely managed to survive until morning. I was already so hungry that my eyes were dim.

    She sat there and thought for a long time before remembering that Zhao Heng still had three buns in his arms.

    Zhao Ying's eyes suddenly lit up, and she rushed to Zhao Heng in two or two, and took out the buns regardless of whether he was sleeping soundly or not.

    It¡¯s cold now, it¡¯s the severe cold season, and you have to lay a layer of oil paper and straw on the ground. You have to wear thick clothes and sprinkle some grass on your body to survive.

    But this bun can¡¯t survive.

    Even if I hold it in my arms, it has already become cold and hard, and biting into it feels like chewing a stone.

    When has Zhao Ying ever eaten buns like this?

    "Don't talk about her, even the lowest maid and servant in her family have never tasted this stuff.

    ??????????????? But now it¡¯s daylight, and she used to be in too much limelight, so she doesn¡¯t dare to go out to buy food for fear of being recognized.

    I can only make do with a cold steamed bun.

    Zhao Ying had tears in her eyes while eating.

    The harder she lives now, the more she hates Emperor Pingxuan and others.

    She hated them for taking away her glory and wealth, forcing her to eat cold steamed buns and sleep in a dilapidated temple.

    She lowered her head and shed tears while chewing the cold buns.

    In Zhao Ying¡¯s heart, this should be her most difficult and unbearable moment.

    She didn¡¯t know that when she was biting the bun, several figures in ragged clothes woke up and were following the scent to find the side hall bit by bit.

    This is a group of beggars operating nearby. They usually start begging after noon, and usually get up to sleep in the morning.

    ¡°What a coincidence, last night the results were not good, several beggars didn¡¯t have enough to eat and fell asleep hungry.

    Who would have known that early in the morning, there would be a faint smell of steamed buns. Now several beggars could not sleep, so they crept outside to see who was eating what.

    When they found the side hall and saw only three people, including a woman and a half-grown child, the eyes of a group of beggars suddenly lit up.

    The two people pounced on the other two buns, and the remaining two pounced on Zhao Ying's back.

    Zhao Ying was not stupid. She was immersed in sadness at first, but when the footsteps came, she was already completely alert.

    In the morning, the sun was in the east and the shadows were in the west. Just as his back was to the east, he could clearly see four figures rushing toward him.

    Zhao Ying remained calm, but she clenched the bun tightly with her hands. When several beggars were about to pounce, she jumped up and rushed forward. The beggars pounced in vain.

    "This bitch is quite alert." The leader of the beggar was furious, "Put the bun down and we brothers won't hurt you. If you are ignorant, don't blame the brothers for wanting to eat meat."

    Open meat?

    Zhao Ying has already given birth to a child, so she naturally knows what this means. She pursed her lips tightly and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

    She is a noble and noble princess, but she is reduced to being bullied by a beggar?

    Zhao Ying was so angry that she wished she could have people drag these beggars out and beat them to death with sticks.

    Or, did she kill herself?

    A bold idea slowly rose in her heart. Just when Zhao Ying was about to put it into action, a faint voice sounded, "Give it to them."

    She turned around suddenly and saw Zhao Heng slowly getting up from the straw, not forgetting to pull off the grass roots stuck to his sleeves with his hands.

    He seemed to feel Zhao Ying¡¯s gaze, and lightly emphasized, ¡°Give it to them, don¡¯t resist.¡±

    Zhao Ying was extremely unwilling, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

    But after much patience, she still stretched out her hand.

    On his hands, which were as white as jade, lay quietly two complete buns and one bun with two bites on it.

    The rich smell of meat hit him, and the beggar did not dislike it at all. Instead, he happily took the bun and bit into it.

    "Brothers, you have got the things, can you leave here?" Zhao Heng asked calmly.

    The beggar glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said, "This is our territory, and it's your turn to leave."

    "Okay, let's go." Zhao Heng didn't feel any discomfort at all. He grabbed Yu Feisheng's hand and walked out.??

    Zhao Ying was still a little unwilling at first. Seeing Zhao Heng leaving, she finally lowered her head and left in embarrassment step by step.

    It turns out that the most embarrassing scene than eating cold steamed buns is not even being able to eat cold steamed buns.

    Zhao Ying clenched her hands into fists, and when she left the ruined temple, she couldn't help but squat on the ground and cry loudly.

    "Why give it to them, why!"

    She yelled unwillingly, "Can't we kill them? Sheng'er has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Why can't he kill the four beggars? Why should he give it to them?"

    "Because it's New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow." Zhao Heng said quietly, "Even if it's four beggars, once their bodies are found, the Jingzhao Mansion will come to trace them. You don't want to be locked up in a prison on New Year's Eve and be yelled at every day.  There¡¯s no way around it.¡±

    Zhao Ying stopped crying all of a sudden.

    Yes, even though she knew everything was for the day after tomorrow, Zhao Ying still hated her when she thought of the injustice she suffered.

    "Now, there is no place to sleep." She turned her head, her eyes wide open and full of cruelty, "The day after tomorrow, I will make sure that they die without a burial place."

    "Cut off their limbs, keep their lives, and make them into human pigs!"

    "I want them to know that it is not difficult to live, but it is difficult to die."

    The woman screamed as if to vent her anger, her voice hysterical and filled with impotent rage.

    When Yu Feicheng saw this, he finally lost interest, shook his head and left.

    "Brother, why don't you get to know them today, so that nothing can go wrong on New Year's Eve." Yu Feique jumped to the side, "What if we give them a chance and hurt someone."

    Yu Feicheng smiled slightly and said nothing.

    Yu Feizhong, on the other hand, glanced at his sister lightly and said with disdain, "The three of them are just leaders, and there are also small fish and shrimps."

    When fishing, you have to catch everything in one catch.

    "It's fun to kill the leader, but it's also very uncomfortable if the little shrimp behind you gets into trouble."

    ¡°Besides, if the people of Dayuan dare to have such ambitions, it¡¯s time to give them a crack.

    Yu Feicheng never has only one purpose in taking action.

    "Hey, Zhong'er, what's that look in your eyes?" Yu Feique was keenly aware of the white eyes, and unconvinced, he pulled Yu Feizhong's ears, "I can't touch big brother, and I can't touch you, right, little bastard?  , I am your sister, how dare you look at me like this, you don¡¯t want to live anymore, don¡¯t you?¡±

    Although Yu Feizhong's ears were pulled, his expression did not change at all, only the look in his eyes was full of helplessness.

    Debating is nothing more than scratching your ears.

    ¡°Well, it¡¯s true that women and villains are difficult to raise.

    ???????????? But my mother is an exception, she doesn¡¯t prick people¡¯s ears.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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