The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

He first squinted his eyes and looked at the things on the ground, then as if he had confirmed something, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up and beat He Yun up.

Fortunately, there were still many kind-hearted people around, and they all rotted away.

Otherwise, an old man like He Yun would probably be killed with just one punch.

"Hey, young man, why are you so impatient? Just tell me what's going on. Why are you resorting to violence?"

"Don't do it, don't do it."

"The old man can't stand your beating."

The peddler was tied up by everyone and could hardly breathe, especially one of them had his neck tightly held, and he couldn't even speak.

It was Mingyue who was sharp-eyed and noticed, "Uncles, let go quickly, this big brother is about to jump!"

"what?!"

They quickly let go, as they didn't want to be charged with murder.

Sure enough, the peddler's face turned red, and after breaking free from his restraints, he began to cough violently.

Oh my God, he was almost going to see Grandma!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

"Sorry, young man. We just reacted in a hurry. Sorry."

"What were you going to do just now? Go ahead, we won't stop you, we won't stop you."

The peddler had rested enough and stood up. "He, he, that old bastard, has no shame in stealing my things!"

Originally, everyone thought that he was speaking unsteadily because he was very emotional, but they didn't expect that he had a stuttering problem.

"Yes, these things are not worth much, but I also worked so hard to pick them from Beishan. Just for a few cents, he stole them!"

“Those baskets and baskets are still my mother’s relics, woooooooo!”

The peddler burst into tears.

His mother spent several nights working on this basket, making it especially for him.

Yesterday, he heard the news of his mother's death, so he left his belongings and hurried home to see his mother for the last time. However, he did not expect that the things he left at the door of the teahouse would be stolen.

This is not only a tool for making a living, but also one or two items left by my mother.

He cried like a child, crying about his incompetence and failure to give his mother a good life.

Even something as simple as crying can be noticed by people living in wealthy families.

Well, he cried miserably and was very pitiful, but everyone's ears were being destroyed...

After listening to his words, He Yun went over them in his mind. So, that's how it was!

The fruits that his son claimed to have picked specially for him and recommended by the princess were actually stolen from a peddler on the roadside!

He Yun was so angry that he felt dizzy and saw stars.

"Master, Master, are you okay?"

"Master, master."

Xiao Liuzi hurriedly supported He Yun. This was his only master. The young master was unreliable. Once the master died, he would probably be driven away.

The peddler was so frightened that he stopped crying and quickly took a few steps back, then stopped moving again when he thought of something.

The old man's fainting had nothing to do with him. Even if he was asked to look for him, he couldn't scrape together a penny, and he still had to pay back the money for his mother's funeral. He was just a dead man, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Zhizhi had learned a few tricks from Yan Shuran and knew that pinching the Ren Zhong point could wake an unconscious person up, so she went ahead and did it.

Seeing that she was the princess's maid, no one dared to stop her, only Xiao Liuzi took a look.

Sure enough, He Yun woke up in a few seconds.

He Yun suddenly fainted and woke up again. He was a little confused and didn't know what day it was.

Seeing so many people around me, it took me a long time to remember what had just happened.

He leaned on Xiao Liuzi with difficulty, apologized to the peddler, and asked him to come to his house to work if he didn't mind.

The peddler was so surprised and happy that he didn't know what to say.

He looked at Xiao Liuzi. He had never thought in his life that he could be like him, wearing decent clothes and working under such a big moon. He felt a little overwhelmed.

"Come on, brother, our master treats his servants very well." Xiao Liuzi advised.

He Yun added, "I may not be able to give you much money, but I can still guarantee your food and clothing, old man."

Food and clothing?

The peddler was stunned. Does that mean I can eat warm food?

He subconsciously touched his empty stomach, as if he had not eaten a meal since yesterday.

Before I knew it, tears started to flow.

He knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master. I do."

As for how many thank yous he said, whether he was truly grateful or just stuttering, no one knows, hahahaha.

Mingyue watched the development of this matter, it was really full of ups and downs.

Just as I was about to say goodbye and go have breakfast, I was "tripped" by someone again.

"No!" A woman dressed in fancy clothes walked out of the crowd, twisting her waist. "I don't agree!"

"Young Madam?" Xiao Liuzi subconsciously hid behind He Yun.

He Yun had never been very nice to her. If he hadn't seen that she and her son were always thinking about him over the years, he wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to this prostitute.

At the beginning, his son insisted on being with him, and even stole most of the family's money and bought a small courtyard outside.

It was only in recent years that the relationship gradually eased.

Now I know that the things they gave me were actually stolen, and they said they picked them from Yuexia Village with great effort.

This caused him to speak passionately and say those outrageous words, which made him lose all his face!

Not to mention the oranges shipped from Yuncheng, the Feizishao ordered at a high price from the southwest, the best Xiangyunsha in the capital, etc., I am afraid they are all inferior products, taking advantage of the fact that this old man doesn’t know the value of things!

No wonder every time the food was delivered it was either stale or spoiled. So that’s how it is.

"What are you doing here?" He Yun looked at her sideways.

This woman might have been watching the show in the crowd just now, and making fun of him at the same time. Now that the truth is out, why did she come out?

"Dad~~~Can I not come~~~~" The woman wanted to go forward and hold He Yun's hand, but he dodged her, "Dad~~~~"

"Get to the point!" He Yun said angrily.

The woman curled her lips and said impatiently, "You're adding another member to your family, and it doesn't cost money? Aren't the third, fifth, and sixth sons enough? You want another one?"

He Yun was so angry that his chest heaved up and down. "I'm spending my money, what's it to you?"