The old master was obviously really angry. He ignored his identity as a great scholar in Jiangnan, disheveled his hair and cursed. But the little bastard in front of him was so quick that he walked around for more than ten circles. The old master was a little breathless.

The other three students were so happy to watch the fun, and they didn't stop or persuade them, but just kept making excuses. The originally beautiful White Fox Academy became ridiculous, and it was like a fireworks alley outside the academy. All of this was because the boy who did not belong to this one.

On the rockery not far from Shushe, a woman's plain skirt cleanses dust, cardamoms dots like peonies, and her slender hands are cleansing her charm. At this time, she is looking at the ridiculous play on the fourth floor of Shushe with a look indifferent.

"The person with the surname An is a disaster star everywhere, but His Highness has a large number of people, so he will not blame him."

The charming woman smiled and said carelessly.

After the words came, Li Zhu frowned slightly, turned around and glanced at Wang Xiner, but didn't say anything.

Wang Xiner just thought Lizhu was dissatisfied, and a trace of venom flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Now she has long been trapped in Liujing and cannot escape. The culprit is naturally the young man who made the White Fox Academy messy not far away. He has to defeat him again and again, but I don’t know if it was his luck. In short, Wang Xiner doesn’t want to deal with him head-on, and even if she wants to do nothing at this time, Wang Xiner is sure. Therefore, she has to continue to stay and watch the side, and wait until Jiuchenjun is born and suddenly robbed him. Fortunately, Nuo Daliujing, only she and An Bochen know about the secret of the immortal. I think he won’t say it, let alone it say it. It is a wise choice to rely on this seemingly smart but actually confused princess.

Be patient for a while.

Wang Xiner thought to herself, and she looked at Princess Lizhu with a slight strange feeling.

Yilizhu's temperament, Wangjun Lake was seen by An Bochen that day. It was so long that she was indifferent... It was really strange.

Before Wang Xin'er could continue thinking about it, a cry sounded from the gate of the courtyard.

The students turned around and looked around, and saw a mother and daughter supporting each other, hugging each other, walking in tears, shouting Qu while walking.

Today is very lively. First, An Bochen caused Master Yan to go wild, and some women treated the academy as an yamen to complain about the injustice. I don’t know where to spread it, and Liujun’s face was put.

The children of the aristocratic families thought in their hearts that they had no sense of belonging to the academy and came here to study just to have a good identity in the future.

When I looked at the mother and daughter again, I saw that they were not old. The woman was in her thirties, with plump body and delicate skin. If it weren't for the pink makeup of tears, she would have been considered charming. The girl was thirteen or fourteen years old, with a beautiful appearance, but she cried so hard that her nose was red, which made people feel pity for her. What's more, the mother and daughter were both wearing mourning clothes. When she cried again, even the children of aristocratic families couldn't bear it.

Seeing the mother and daughter, Master Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stopped chasing, looked at the mother and daughter downstairs panting, and said with a stern face: "Who are you waiting for, why are you crying in my academy?"

His eyes fell on Master Yan, and the woman seemed to see the backbone. She knelt on the ground without saying a word and kowtowed repeatedly: "The civilian girl is wronged, Master wants to make the decision for the little woman!"

As he said that, the woman pulled down the girl standing at a loss and kowtowed together.

Seeing this, Master Yan frowned and shook his head, "Madam has been wronged, why not go to Jingyiwei? What's the point of coming to my academy?"

After about ten steps between Master Yan and An Bochen, he looked at the woman who was crying, frowned, and his face gradually became stiff.

"Minister girl was originally from Xuanhua Mansion and worked in some jewelry business at home. Two months ago, my husband passed away and his family's wealth was taken away by a big house. My mother and daughter were desperate, so she came to Beijing to join relatives. But when she arrived in Liujing, she found that her uncle's family had moved long ago. Fortunately, she still had a string of family heirloom beads left by her husband. The little woman was upset and wanted to sell the pearl at a low price and exchange it for some money to do some small business, so she found a shop. The shopkeeper gave the pearl to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper said she wanted to see it for the boss. The girl didn't think much about it and just waited in the hall. But after waiting for most of the day, she didn't see the shopkeeper coming out. The girl asked the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper said that the shopkeeper had gone out and asked me to come again tomorrow. The girl turned around nervously and waited for a night before going to the shop to find the shopkeeper, who knew..."

As he spoke, the woman started crying again, crying sadly, and people felt pity for them.

"How did you do it later?"

Master Yan was impatient and saw the woman keeping her eyebrows in a clump.

"Who would have thought that the shopkeeper denied it, saying that the little girl was cheating. He did not bring the pearl yesterday, and even asked someone to drive the girl out. My mother and daughter were helpless in the capital, and even the last pearl was swallowed by a traitor. He wanted to die, but was saved by a kind person. After hearing what the girl said, he showed great compassion and took my mother and daughter in."

The woman cried while talking, crying in tears. She was already dignified and moved, and I don’t know how many families this cry touched.

But Master Yan was obviously not so moved. He lived for a hundred years and saw the world's coldness. This scene was not uncommon. The only thing that puzzled him was what the mother and daughter came to the academy to do.

While pondering, Master Yan shook his head and said, "Mrs. I am very sorry. But this place is a college, not a yamen. What's the use of a wife here?"

The woman cried even harder. After a while, she wiped away her tears, lowered her head, and sobbed, "The kind-hearted person who took me in and my daughter was furious when he found out and sent someone to investigate. He only then did he realize that the owner of the shop was a student of Baihu Academy."

After the words came to an end, Master Yan took two steps back and changed color. The afterglow accidentally fell to the young man in blue clothes beside him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Amberchen, what are you wearing on your hands!"

The sunset gradually sets, and the remaining clouds fall, and drops fall into the bead chains bit by bit. The originally crystal clear bead chains suddenly shine brightly, with a halo like blood, and it looks like plum blossoms in full bloom, which is very beautiful.

Everyone stared at Amberchen, looking at the obviously valuable bead chains on his wrist, and could no longer move them away.

The woman sounded with sobs, echoing in everyone's ears: "The shop belongs to Moyunlou. The kind-hearted person found out that the owner of the shop was named An Bochen."

Under the attention of everyone, the young man's body shook slightly. He subconsciously groped the bead chains on his wrist, raised his head, and said calmly: "This bead chain is mine."

"You, you...you are lying! My bead is the East China Sea bead, a century-old pearl, passed down by my ancestors, a total of eleven... Master, you have to make the decision for my mother and daughter!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at An Bochen. The woman cried and bowed to the ground.

Many students had rolled up their sleeves and looked at the indifferent An Bochen indignantly. They just waited for someone to come forward and rushed upstairs and beat the profiteer who had mixed into the White Fox Academy. The teachers also shook their heads and looked at An Bochen with disgust.

The mother and daughter cried so hard that they were almost fainted, and they knew the pearl chains as if they were not fake. And An Bochen was a man of no virtue, and there was a strangeness everywhere after he got into the White Fox Academy. Everyone knew that after leaving the young master, he left Mo Yun Tower and his name to him and the Butler Xiao, and there were many suspicions about skipping classes for several consecutive days. Connecting all this, the students and teachers suddenly realized that there was only one reason for him to skip classes late, that is, to harm the poor man like the mother and daughter downstairs. The White Fox Academy has been based in Liujing for hundreds of years and has produced many bastard students, but at most they are also a tycoon, but they did not expect that a wolf-hearted businessman would rob the last reliance on the survival of the orphan and widowed mother. It was not ruthless and shameless and cold-blooded!

Such a villain is actually carrying the name of the White Fox Academy, which is a great humiliation that has not been seen for hundreds of years. It not only brings shame to all the students, but also to the White Fox Academy. If Liu Jun knew that the scholar he granted was doing this secretly, I don’t know how he would feel.

Everyone looked at Master Yan and waited for the revered great scholar to succeed.

Master Yan blushed and stared at An Bochen. Blue veins rose on his dry arms, and he was breathing rapidly. The next moment, he suddenly stepped forward, picked up his clogs and smashed them hard at An Bochen.

"Shameless little thief!"

To his surprise, this time An Bochen did not hide, but turned his head and looked at him quietly, with a clear look, but Master Yan rarely seen in his life.

"This bead chain is mine."

An Bochen said calmly, and the clogs fell down unbiasedly. Even if they finally stopped, they would break An Bochen's left forehead and blood flowed out.

As soon as they saw the blood, the students upstairs and downstairs couldn't help it anymore, and their necks were red, and they rolled up their sleeves and shouted loudly: "Beat him, beat him..."

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and it was fleeting, and the clogs in Master Yan's hand did not fall down again.

"From today, you have no relationship with White Fox Academy."

The old master looked at An Bochen, paused and said, "You have a conclusive evidence, and someone will report to the official. When I see you young, I advise you, if you surrender and admit your mistakes sincerely, you may suffer less from imprisonment."

At dusk, the mountains and rivers were pleasant, except for a wave of scolding and scolding, it came into the boy's ears, gradually igniting the anger that did not appear in his heart.

At this moment, how could Anbochen not know about this trap carefully set for him? There are victims, evidence of guilt, and many doubts that are unfavorable to him. The most important thing is that he is just a trivial fellow. Even if he has the identity of a scholar, he is still a very humble untouchable in the eyes of these noble families. Even if he makes excuses, they are too lazy to listen. They have offended them a few days ago. At this time, they are eager to be scolded by thousands of people, and they will be dragged to the vegetable market tomorrow and beheaded.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen subconsciously glanced at the school hall. Wuhua and Zhang Bushi clenched their fists, their faces flushed and their expressions were inexplicable.

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and An Bochen sighed inwardly.

Even Wuhua and those wearing cloth shoes were hesitant. In this White Fox Academy, there were a few people who believed in them in the seventy-li Liujing area. They couldn't blame them. After all, they had only been together for a few days, and they were always unknown.

There are probably only two people who can believe in themselves without reservation, one is Li Xiaoguan, and the other...

Rubbing the bead chains on his wrist, the bitterness at the corners of his mouth became a little thicker. An Bochen stopped talking, crossed Master Yan, ignored the wound on his forehead, and walked towards the stairs under the angry eyes of the students' teachers.

A cold and fierce look came. When she walked to the door of the bookstore, An Bochen's steps were slightly absent, looking at the boy in black beside him.

Who else will be except him who hates you so much that you can use such despicable means to ruin your reputation?

With eyes facing each other, Li Lin smiled, lowered his voice, and said lightly: "Yuanjing Village is only about twenty miles away from Liujing. If you don't surrender, you will have to implicate your family, but you will be very unfilial."

An Bochen's body stiffened, and in a blink of an eye, the anger that was suppressed by him surged out, jumping straight up onto his head, dyeing An Bochen's clear eyes as red as blood.

Li Lin's heart was shaking when he shook An Bochen's extremely cold gaze.

Li Lin felt deeply disgusted with regard to treating An Bochen as his opponent, but he didn't know that from beginning to end, An Bochen did not regard him as an opponent, or did not take him seriously. Apart from being dressed in the gorgeous cloak of a noble family, in An Bochen's eyes, Li Lin had nowhere to be praised in terms of Taoist skills or cultivation.

At the seventy-li Li Liujing, An Bochen only has two potential opponents, one on the left and the other on the left, they are all great monsters in the chaotic country that dominate all living beings. In terms of means and ability, they are many times more skillful than Li Lin.
Chapter completed!