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Shen Shaozhe's legs were so long that it couldn't have been stepped on accidentally.

It looked as if he was going to trip someone.

Shen Shaozhe's feet were in sharp pain, his face turned pale, and his eyes looked at Yuan Junyao as if they were about to spit fire.

Shen Shaoyu crossed his arms, turned slowly, and stared at him with a half-smile.

"Cousin!" Yang Yaoyao shouted worriedly, staring at Yuan Junyao with unfriendly eyes, "What's wrong with you? Why are you stepping on his foot?"

"Everyone saw it clearly, right? He was the one who tried to trip me first, but I accidentally stepped on him."

Yuan Junyao loosened her foot and said innocently, "I'm a martial artist, and I practice leg skills, so my feet are very powerful. You can't blame me for this. I can't deny it in public."

Shen Shaozhe retracted his foot. The pain made his face look ugly and sweat oozed from his forehead.

In fact, the kids from rich families value being both civil and military, but Shen Shaozhe cannot endure hardship and is spoiled by Yang Jiaoyue. After all, he is her only precious son, so he is powerless.

Yang Yaoyao was originally supporting him out of courtesy, but Shen Shaozhe actually pressed on her.

"Just wait for me!!"

He didn't dare to do anything to Shen Shaoyu because he knew that Shen Shaoyu's martial arts skills were not weak.

He has to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion first.

He didn't dare put his feet on the ground. The pain made him cry, but he held it in.

With his hand on Yang Yaoyao's shoulder, Yang Yaoyao was almost staggering, her face turned blue, and she could only curse in her heart, saying that this loser was so useless that he actually asked her for support.

She couldn't help but look at Shen Shaoyu, and said with embarrassment: "Cousin, I can't support him, can you..."

Shen Shaoyu said directly: "No."

Then he went upstairs with Yuan Junyao. They were good brothers, and he even put his arm around Yuan Junyao's shoulder.

Originally, he subconsciously wanted to put his arm around her waist, but suddenly he remembered that she was a man, so he changed his arm around her shoulders.

“Shh, that hurts.”

Shen Shaozhe just limped down a step, and just a slight vibration made him grimace in pain. He was really spoiled.

Yang Yaoyao was almost squeezed to the point of pooping, but her expression now was as ugly as if she had eaten shit.

"You, you wait here, let the maid go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to call for help." She quickly got out from under Shen Shaozhe's armpit, otherwise she was really afraid that she would be crushed to death.

Shen Shaozhe held onto the railing and slowly sat down on the stairs. He really wanted to cry.

It hurts so much.

He had never suffered like this in his life.

The disgust in Yang Yaoyao's eyes was really about to overflow.

How could someone be so useless?

She remembered that her brother's bones were dislocated when he fell off his horse, and he always limped back on his own.

His foot was stepped on and he felt like he was going to die.

In fact, everyone looks at Shen Shaozhe with strange eyes now. How can a grown man be so delicate?

What they didn't know was that Shen Shaozhe's foot was fractured. Shen Shaozhe felt ashamed, but he was really in pain and couldn't bear it.

Back in the room, Shen Shaoyu sat down at the table and poured tea for Yuan Junyao.

Yuan Junyao was indeed thirsty, so after drinking it all, she said, "People from the Prime Minister's Mansion should be here soon."

Shen Shaoyu took the teacup she had drunk from and poured himself another cup.

"Come on, I'll be back sooner or later."

Yuan Junyao sat down beside him and said with a click of her tongue, "Your little brother is really spoiled."

She was once shot in the thigh, but still fought to escape and even had the bullet removed without anesthesia.

Shen Shaozhe just had a broken bone and looked like he was about to die.

Shen Shaoyu is also a martial artist, and he must have suffered a lot since he was a child.

Shen Shaoyu drank the water slowly, thinking to himself that water from a cup that a baby has drunk from tastes sweeter. He then said, "Yang Jiaoyue loves this son like the apple of her eye, so Shen Shaozhe is powerless and has been spoiled since he was a child."

He started learning martial arts at the age of three and four. Needless to say, he suffered a lot since childhood.

He remembered that at that time he broke his right hand because he fell from a standing posture, so his teacher asked him to practice calligraphy with his left hand, so he could write with both hands.

If you can't stand still due to a broken hand, do horse stance.

Shen Shaozhe is three years younger than him.

He was five years old at that time, and he couldn't understand why his father was so strict with him and so kind to Shen Shaozhe.

Yang Jiaoyue also dotes on her son in the same way.

And his mother never cared how hard he worked.

But he remembered that his mother would come to apply medicine to him in the middle of the night, and he could still hear faint sobbing.

As he grew up, he began to understand his parents' painstaking efforts.

He now has complicated feelings towards Shen Wenyu.

Yuan Junyao said, "He is not a scholar, so he definitely doesn't know martial arts."

She doesn't understand ancient times.

Shen Shaoyu explained: "Most of the young masters from aristocratic families are actually good at both civil and military affairs."

You can choose to be good at either civil or military affairs, but it is impossible to practice martial arts without knowing anything about literature and writing. After all, marching and fighting do not rely on brute force.

"Shen Shaozhe is indeed a little delicate."

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Shaoyu said, "Come in."

Then Uncle Cat opened the door and walked in.

He glanced at Yuan Junyao. Although she had disguised herself to look more like a man, people who had seen her in women's clothing could still recognize her.

"Master, Madam, Yang Jiaoyue is here."

Yuan Junyao said in surprise, "So fast? Is the Prime Minister's Mansion very close to Wangjiang Tower?"

"No, it is said that Yang Jiaoyue is in the teahouse across the street."

Yuan Junyao and Shen Shaoyu looked at each other, then stood up and walked out together.

They didn't know that Wangjiang Tower was Shen Shaoyu's property, but they knew Uncle Mao, and Uncle Mao was arranged to work in Wangjiang Tower after Shen Shaoyu went to the battlefield.

Although they were surprised when they saw Uncle Mao, they didn't think about anything else. After all, Uncle Mao was from the Jiangnan Leng family.

It’s not surprising that they can arrange for people to enter Wangjiang Tower.

Wangjiang Tower is the largest restaurant in the capital.

This used to be Leng Wange's dowry, but they didn't know it. Besides, the Shen family was not short of money at that time, so they didn't think of taking Leng Wange's dowry.

The two of them walked downstairs slowly and heard a commotion downstairs.

When I went down to the rest platform on the second floor, I saw Shen Shaozhe surrounded by a group of people. A plump, graceful woman with an air of nobility was squatting beside him with a worried look on her face.

A doctor is examining Shen Shaozhe's feet.

When I took off my shoes, my feet were swollen like pig's trotters.

Before the doctor could move, Shen Shaozhe started shouting.

"It hurts, it hurts, be gentle."

Yang Jiaoyue frowned, hugged her son with heartache, and was very angry. She couldn't help but look upstairs. When she saw Shen Shaoyu, she immediately frowned and looked at him coldly.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you hurt your brother like this? Why didn't you go home after returning to the capital?"

Shen Shaoyu curled his lips and said indifferently, "You might as well ask him how he got hurt."

Yuan Junyao smiled and continued, "That's right, you're already such an adult, and you're still reporting your parents."