Chapter 981: 981-Satisfying Gratitude and Revenge
My Ferocious Tigress Wife
In the time it took Xie Jin to complain, all the women, led by Consort Pan, had already arrived.
A group of seven or eight-year-old boys really spent a lot of time looking for their own children.
This was especially true for Empress Pan. She had to search twice before she could find her son, and that was because she couldnât find him in the first round. She was so anxious that she could only look for him on the eunuch in the palace.
âYou, why are you wearing ordinary clothes?â
Consort Pan looked at the little Emperor, who was not wearing a dragon robe or ordinary clothes. He was dressed like a young master from a noble family. Oh, look at his clothes, they were a little too big, and the hem of his clothes covered his feet. He was clearly wearing Pan Zhengâs clothes.
âDid I hurt you?â Consort Pan rushed forward and couldnât be bothered to ask anything else. She fumbled up and down, afraid that she had suffered internal injuries instead of external injuries.
What happened to your face?â Pan Xushi gritted her teeth and pinched Pan Zheng hard.
It wasnât that she didnât feel sorry for her son, butâ¦
He was used to it and was used to it.
If he didnât bring some injuries back for her to take a look, she would suspect that her son was sick and didnât have enough energy.
Everyone went forward to look for their children, afraid that they would be involved in the battlefield. Fortunately, there were only a few injured. Moreover, it had to be said that Pan Zheng and Pan Xiaoqi stood at the forefront of the battlefield with their own strength. They had to bear all the malice from the twins.
As for the other young men, they were all fighting because of the problem of standing.
.. Of course, it was not because he was on the Emperorâs side.
The young men had never seen the little Emperor before, so they did not know that it was him. However, seeing him standing beside Pan Xiaoqi and treating him as a member of the Pan family, one of them gossiped and the other mocked Lu Jiu. When it came to a fight, they were naturally on the same side.
The palace was very protective of men and women. The older young men and young women were not invited this time, but they were all under six or seven years old. Only Pan Zheng was older because he was by the emperorâs side and was related to him.
Otherwise, if they really gathered together, be it the Lu brothers, Xie Yan, or Xie Qi, they would be able to quickly flatten the situationâ¦
The Xie familyâs twins and Lu Jiu were a natural match. They usually formed a gang, and today, they were fighting for Lu Jiuâs sake. Lu Jiu was duty-bound to stand on the twins âside. Although those who were close to them were not present, they couldnât stand up to them. They had fought since they were young. It was not a big deal to fight against ten of them alone, but it was not a problem for a few young men.
Because of Lu Jiuâs little fiancéeâs domineering nature, his mother, Madam Zu, had made Jin Jin his master in order to prevent him from getting beaten up when he grew up. It was no joke. He trained in the summer and winter, and he was taught as a personal disciple. The Lu family was originally famous for its food and drink, and was a scholarly family. In the end, Jin Jin had actually nurtured a seedling of a military general with his own strength.
It had to be said that it was quite impressive. At least, it was put into practice on these noble children. One against ten!
Seeing that her son was not injured at all, although she seemed to blame herself and be reserved on the surface, she was still very proud in her heart.
First of all, he had the strength. Moreover, who asked them to mock his son? He could not blame his son for the sin just because he could not beat him! They were the ones who needed to be beaten up.
From her son, Great-Madam had experienced Xiao Baoxinâs joy of revenge!
âTell me about you, child. Have you eaten all the knowledge your father has taught you all these years? Why couldnât she control her hands? Look, you didnât beat him badly, did you? You three mothers donât know that thereâs still a limit to how heavy your men are? How many did you get to do that?â
Lu Jiu wasnât only good at fighting, he was also smart. He hurriedly said,â
âMother, it wasnât the three of us who hit them, it was the dozen of them who hit us. Fortunately, Mother Cheng and Mother Jin werenât injured. I still beat them up, and they all beat me up. Itâs just that I have martial arts on me, so Iâm not injured.â
âI have always remembered what father taught me and have always treated him with courtesy. But even if I donât cause trouble, I canât be afraid of trouble, right? Youâve already hit my left cheek, how can I still move my right cheek over? They were not good at martial arts, but they could be sarcastic with their mouths. They did not use vulgarities when they were insulting people, and their words were very unpleasant. Even if I donât do it for myself, I have to do it for the Lu family, the Zu family, and the Xie family, right?â
âItâs too difficult to hear what youâre saying. The emperor is listening here. The emperor can be a witness.â
When they were fighting, they didnât even know who was who. Lu Xiaojiu thought that the person Pan Zheng was protecting was his brother. Who would have thought that it was the little emperor?
Since there was a ready-made springboard under his feet, there was no reason not to step on it.
He did not believe that the Emperor of Daliang would lie in front of everyone.
Emperor Jian Xing was young and did not care about court affairs. Everyone in the court was under Xie Xianâs protection, so these aristocratic children and officials did not put the little Emperor in their eyes.
Especially during the fight just now, Pan Zheng had been so focused on blocking in front of the little Emperor, while the little Emperor had been so scared that he did not even dare to extend his hand and hid behind the eunuch.
Lu Xiaojiu had never thought that the little Emperor would hit the Xie familyâs twins. It was two against two. Was it fair to the Xie familyâs twins?
The Xie family twins were an invincible combination. Even he might not be able to defeat them.
He was only concerned about Pan Zheng being beaten up by himself while the little Emperor dodged.
What kind of behavior was this?
This was unjust among the people.
In the past, Emperor Jianxing was an illusory existence that represented the imperial power. Now that he was on the ground, he was no different from a young man from an ordinary family who had been beaten up by the Xie familyâs twins. Lu Xiaojiu no longer had any fear in her heart. She didnât feel any psychological burden kicking him over as a stepping stone.
Great-Madam hurriedly tugged at Lu Jiu and smiled apologetically at Consort Pan. She then said angrily to her son,ââWhat nonsense are you talking about? Do you think itâs all you? A few words about you are getting out of hand and you actually dragged the emperor into it. You, mind your own business.â
The little Emperor, who was forcefully pulled out as a witness, blushed.âIndeed⦠Iâm not lying.â It was too embarrassing. How did he know that they could get along just by eating melons? If he had known earlier, he wouldnât have laughed so loudly.
Although he felt sorry for his cousin who had charged into battle for him, he did not know how to lie.
Especially in front of a group of witnesses, if he forcefully flattered himself and made a false accusation, what prestige would he have in the future?
Hearing this, Xiao Baoxin couldnât help but admire the combination of the great-madam and her son.
Also, Lu Jiu, she, her family, that pair of twins, pull not clear, she, one appearance, that is, big pressure small, as for the twins, that is, charge forward, expert, really move, mouth, really canât catch up with Lu Jiu. Especially Mother Jin, who was as talented as her. Sometimes, when she heard too much, she couldnât control herself and sold herself out at any moment.
Xiao Baoxin was worried about this. Only the twins in the family were not smart. Even if they had inherited a little of their fatherâs intelligence, they would not use their fists to speak every time.