After rebirth, I married the emperor's uncle and overthrew my ex-husband's kingdom

"Shameless!"

Bai Yaoyao turned pale with shame at his shameless words. She raised her hand and slapped Qiao Bing in the face.

With a "bang", Qiao Bing's face was hit and tilted to the side.

He turned his head, touched his painful cheek with the tip of his tongue, and smiled more wickedly.

"Yeah, comfortable."

Seeing Qiao Bing closing his eyes abnormally, stretching his neck and revealing an extremely comfortable feeling, Bai Yaoyao felt as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and a sudden chill ran up his spine.

"You're perverted!"

Bai Yaoyao cursed him with a trembling voice and turned and ran away.

In a panic, he bumped into a scholar dressed in gray with a bang. The calligraphy and paintings in the man's arms fell to the ground under gravity.

"Miss!"

Bi Tao caught Bai Yaoyao's falling body and angrily yelled at the man, "You stinky beggar, you don't have eyes to look at when you walk!"

"sorry Sorry......"

The man looked numb, apologized humbly, and squatted down to pick up the dusty calligraphy and paintings.

Bai Yaoyao turned her head and met Qiao Bing's strange and cold eyes. Her heart tightened and she didn't care about anything else. She ran away in panic, stepping on the scattered calligraphy and paintings.

Originally those calligraphy and paintings could be sold for some money, but now they are covered with footprints and mud.

The man sat down on the ground dejectedly, staring blankly at the calligraphy and paintings on the ground, his dark eyes full of despair and frustration.

Until a moment later, a familiar voice sounded above his head.

"Brother Liang."

Qiao Bing walked over, bent down to pick up the broken scroll on the ground, and said with a smile: "The ground is cold, get up first."

"Brother Qiao, it's you."

Liang Xiucai looked up at him and pulled his cracked lips.

"That was my fiancée just now. She has a spoiled personality. Don't blame me, Brother Liang."

"No, I didn't look at the road I was walking on. Don't blame her."

Liang Xiucai forced a smile and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

Qiao Bing quickly picked up all the calligraphy and paintings and handed them to Aunt Chun who was standing beside him, then took out five taels of silver.

"I have bought these calligraphy and paintings. Please accept them, Brother Liang."

"No need, I'll just go back and draw a few more."

Liang Xiucai was hunched over, with his gray, patched cotton jacket hanging loosely on his body. Although he was barely 20 years old, he looked like an old man in his 70s.

Old and lifeless!

"This is not a gift from me. If you damage other people's property, you should compensate for it."

Qiao Bing stuffed the silver into his hand and smiled brightly, "It's been three years since we last met in the academy. It's a rare opportunity to meet today. Let's go find a place to have a drink!"

"No, I have a younger brother at home who needs to be taken care of. I'll meet Brother Qiao another day."

Liang Xiucai held the silver in his hand and pulled the corners of his lips bitterly.

He now looks no different from a beggar, so how dare he go to places that only nobles can go.

"Brother Liang, are you still studying in the academy?"

"Not long after you left the academy, I dropped out of school and returned home."

When Qiao Bing talked about the academy, there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Three years ago, he was an outstanding student in the eyes of his classmates, a favorite student with high hopes from his teacher, and his father's most promising son.

Unfortunately, the bright future was shattered in that horse racing meeting!

Everyone said that the crazy horse was an accident, but he didn't believe it. Later, he secretly investigated and found that someone had seen Bai Mulin and Qiao Yu appear in the stable.

There aren't so many coincidences in the world. He wanted to seek justice for himself, but his father, seeing that he was disabled, just said coldly that it was an accident.

It's ridiculous. On the first day, they tested him on his knowledge and praised him for his intelligence, saying that he would bring honor to the Qiao family in the future. But on the second day, they treated him like a worn-out shoe and didn't even want to find out the truth.

I think it's not that he didn't check it out, but he chose to hide the result.

Yes, how can a useless son be compared with his legitimate son and the nephew of the Yongning Marquis's Mansion?

Thinking of this, he smiled softly at himself.

"It would be nice if I still had a healthy body."

"Alas, fate is beyond our control."

Liang Xiucai sighed desolately.

"You still have a chance to change your fate."

Qiao Bing also knew a little about his family situation. He felt sympathy for his friend who had the same fate as him. "Brother Liang, if you still want to study, I am willing to support you."

"It was not others who blocked my path to the imperial examination, but my father who is related to me by blood." Liang Xiucai smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The word "filial piety" is so devastating that he was helpless and could only endure and endure.

She endured her sister being sold by him and freezing to death on the street, and her mother hearing the bad news, she was so angry that she passed away.

Liang Xiucai's eyes were moist. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, and his voice trembled slightly, "Maybe this is my fate. I can only live in the mire in this life, and there will never be a day to turn over."

"Don't forget the mulberry trees at night, the sky will be full of clouds."

Qiao Bing didn’t know what he had been through in the past three years, but from his skinny body, it could be seen that he had a very difficult life.

In comparison, although he had a lame leg, he didn't have to worry about food and drink, which was considered good.

He patted Liang Xiucai's shoulder gently and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, everything will be fine in the future."

"hope so."

Liang Xiucai endured the sourness in his nose and smiled at him, "My younger brother at home still needs to be taken care of, so I'll take my leave first."

Qiao Bing looked at his thin back for a long time without taking a step.

Aunt Chun walked up to him holding the calligraphy and painting and asked softly, "My husband, is that the scholar Liang you often mention, who has great literary talent and is an excellent painter?"

"The Master once said that he has the talent to be on the gold list. If he takes the autumn examination, he will definitely get a good ranking."

When talking to Aunt Chun, Qiao Bing's tone softened unconsciously. He sighed, "What a pity..."

Aunt Chun turned her head to look at him, and saw the loneliness and unwillingness that flashed across his eyes. She freed one hand to hold his big, bony hand.

She had been with him since she was six years old, watching him study late into the night, summer or winter, without slacking off, just in the hope of gaining a good future for herself and her aunt.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

Since that day, he never touched a book again, but she often found him alone in the study late at night, staring at the books piled on the bookshelf until dawn.

"My dear husband, do whatever you want to do. I support you."

During these three years, Chun'er, who had been with him since he was a child, was the only one who was consistent with him and never despised him, no matter whether he was healthy or disabled.

Qiao Bing lowered his head and looked into her clear black eyes. He was slightly stunned. Shuer raised his lips and smiled. He reached back and held her slightly rough little hand and squeezed it gently.

"Thank you, Chun'er."

"My husband, you once told me that I should not talk about success, do not advise against failure, and do not blame others for past mistakes. Success or failure is up to you, not others. Among these 360 ​​professions, there is always a path that belongs to you, so don't give up on yourself."

Aunt Chun has a pretty face. When she smiles with her lips pursed, she looks like a cluster of daisies blooming in summer. Although not gorgeous, she is refreshing in a different way.