Su Junheng stared at the Buddhist beads in his hand for a moment, his thoughts were still wandering in the scene of that day, and a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he put the Buddhist beads in his arms again. The past scenes were like yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The childish child at the time is now gentle and elegant, elegant. What remains unchanged is that over the past ten years, life is still as dull as the waveless ancient well, and there is no great disaster that the old monk said.

Although Su Junheng did not believe the old monk's nonsense after drinking, he still did not forget to carry the Buddhist beads on his body. Whenever he took them out to watch and play, he could not help but think of the old monk's words, and he felt confused again!

"Sell calligraphy and paintings, write letters for one penny each!!"

Su Junheng trembled and shouted around. Today is another day for the market. It is also a cold and snowy weather. The streets are rustling with wind and snow. There are more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings hanging on the big banyan tree behind him. Each painting is extremely craftsmanship, majestic, and the scenes are corresponding. They are vividly displayed on the paper. However, the pedestrians passing by have indifferent expressions and have never looked at this side.

Over the years, he has lived up to his mother's hopes. He passed the Yuzhou City imperial examination not long ago and won the honor of a scholar. He just waited for the spring of the following year and was about to go to the Ministry of Rites for the provincial examination. The villagers in the village all had high hopes for Su Junheng, and they had already started to raise money for him before the spring began. On the contrary, Su Junheng was not very concerned about the provincial examination.

Su Junheng lost his father since childhood, and his mother was raised by hard work alone. Over the years, her mother's health has been getting worse and worse. Now she can only stay in bed. Su Junheng wishes to stay at home to take care of her mother, so she has no time to take care of her in the provincial capital.

But after a while, his livelihood became a big problem. Su Junheng thought that he was full of knowledge, but in the end he didn't even have the ability to make a living. After thinking hard for a few days, he had no choice but to draw some calligraphy and paintings, sell them on the street, and exchange them for some money to make up for the family!

"Hey!" Seeing the people coming and going on the street, Su Junheng couldn't help but sigh: "In this chaotic world, treacherous and slanderous people are in a state of turmoil, and ordinary people are in a state of mercy and clothing. Who else can buy my calligraphy and painting?"

"Su Junheng!!! Grandma, you dare to play tricks on me!"

Just as he was in a daze, a sudden shout came, and then a crisp "pop" sounded, and a brocade boot stepped onto the chair opposite Su Junheng.

Su Junheng was not able to react and was immediately startled. He looked up and saw a big man with flesh on his face, his eyes as big as a cowbell. Four servants were following him. At this time, he was furious and staring at him fiercely.

Su Junheng's face changed drastically. This man was not a good person at first glance, and his clothes were luxurious. He was not provoked by a poor man like him. He hurriedly squeezed out a smile and stood up and said, "Mr., what do you need for small services? Do you want to buy calligraphy and paintings or write letters?"

Without saying a word, the big man grabbed Su Junheng's clothes and said grimly, "The wild boy doesn't recognize your grandpa anymore? You're damn grandma!"

As he said that, he punched Su Junheng half of the face, beat Su Junheng to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on his chest, cursing: "Open your dog's eyes and see clearly!"

Su Junheng was unable to move when he was stepped on by this man. He felt a surge of blood rushing up and his breathing was difficult. He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the big man, and his heart was shocked.

This... Isn't this the son of Lu Dayan, the magistrate of Yuzhou City, Lu She? The father and son are usually fishing and savoring the common people. Su Junheng asked himself that he could not afford to offend such a person, and he would avoid it on weekdays. Only I remember that a few days ago, Lu Dayan passed by his calligraphy and painting stall and spent two taels of silver to buy a painting.

The painting was once he passed by Cuihuting on the outskirts of the city and saw a rich daughter feeding the koi in the pond. The woman wore a long green gauze dress, her hair was like a waterfall, her moon eyebrows and starry eyes, and her smile showed the appearance of falling fish and geese. Su Junheng had a sudden inspiration and drew her.

Su Junheng loved this painting very much and never sold it. However, that day, Lu Dayan Dong picked it up and flipped through the painting in the bookcase. At first glance, his eyes shone. Regardless of Su Junheng's opposition, he threw down two taels of silver and left.

Su Jun Heng has never had any intersection with Lu Dayan on weekdays. At this time, I think he should be coming for this painting?

After his thoughts were settled, he hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled apologized: "Master Lu, I don't know why I offended you. If it's because of the poor painting, I will change you one immediately!"

"Hey! You guys are still fucking pretending to be confused for me!"

Lu Dayan was furious and stepped on his feet again, cursing: "Master, I'll ask you, do you know the woman in the painting I bought from you a few days ago?"

Su Junheng waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't know the young ones, but I have a young scholar. I still have an old mother in my family who needs to be supported. How can I know such a powerful official family!"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Lu Dayan's eyes, and he pulled Su Junheng up and said hatefully: "Don't know? If you don't know, how do you know that she is an official and powerful? You are obviously in love with Miss Yu's family, but because of your poverty and humble background, you want to use my hand to help you build a bridge for you on Miss Yu's birthday so that you can climb to the high branch of the Shangshu Mansion, right?"

When Lu Dayan talked about the pain, he couldn't help but raise his hand and slapped Su Junheng again! Su Junheng seemed to have heard the clue. Could it be that the woman he met in Cuihuting that day was Miss Yu that Lu Dayan mentioned?

Su Junheng never thought that there was such a coincidence in this world. However, at this time, Lu Dayan came in a fierce manner. How dare he offend him? He hurriedly said, "I really don't know. You came to me to buy paintings that day. The small one was not sold. You insisted on buying it. As for which lady you gave the painting to, I don't know anything. Master Lu, you can't frame me!"

"Okay, you guy said I'm accusing you!"

When Lu Dayan heard Su Junheng's words, he became a little tougher, and he was furious and said viciously: "Miss Yu looked at that painting, but she admired you very much. He also said that I would help her introduce you, a master, and I bah! You, a traitor, dare to put your ideas on my head!"

Su Junheng was speechless. Seeing Lu Dayan's fist tightened, he was so scared that he was no longer looking at him. He explained repeatedly: "Mr. Lu Mingjian, even if you give me ten courage, I dare not think of your lover. This is all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? I see you are a toad and want to eat swan meat. The old man won't teach you some lessons today. I'm afraid you will really forget your weight!"

Lu Dayan didn't know that this was a misunderstanding, but at this time he was jealous. How could he relieve his hatred if he didn't beat Su Junheng? Now that he was beaten, he still felt unsatisfied and kicked Su Junheng to the ground. Xunyan saw the calligraphy and paintings on the bookstall, and his qi and blood surged again.

"Aren't you the most proud of these paintings?" Lu Dayan sneered and said to the servant behind him: "I smashed them all!"

"No!" Su Junheng suddenly got up. None of the four big men were good at it. They all had a terrible back and waist. Without saying a word, they lifted the table and chairs. The calligraphy and paintings placed on the square table fell all over the ground, splashing ink.

The four great men still felt unsatisfied, so they stepped on the soles of the calligraphy and paintings, twisted them a few times, and pulled them into several sections. Su Junheng's heart was cut like a knife. These calligraphy and paintings were all his hard work. Now that they have been ruined like this, it makes him feel even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Ah!!! You guys~ you are so bullying!!!"

Su Junheng finally couldn't bear it. He rushed down Lu Dayan, twisted his five fingers into fists, and greeted him crazy. Lu Dayan didn't expect that this weak boy would dare to resist. After a few fists came down, he was overwhelmed. Blood had already oozed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Bastard! Why are you standing there? Hurry up... Pull him away!!" Lu Dayan yelled like crazy. The entourage was so scared that his face was pale and he hurriedly pulled Su Junheng away.

Lu Dayan felt the severe pain on his face, and he stretched out his hand and was covered in blood. Su Junheng's punches actually caused bleeding from his nostrils.

"Rebel, you are rebel, you are not aware of life and death. Beat me up and beat this untouchable to death!" Lu Dayan's eyes were about to spit out of fire.

The four servants responded at the same time, and their fists and feet greeted Su Junheng. Su Junheng had no power to resist and was kicked over by someone. He could only protect his head with both hands, and punched him one by one, causing unbearable pain.

Su Junheng was bullied for no reason, and his anger reached its limit. A sense of arrogance surged. He ignored him and hugged one of them on the thighs, opened his mouth and bit it hard. The man screamed in pain, and kicked the other foot out, hitting Su Junheng's head.

Su Junheng's eyes turned black, his head hit the ground hard, and he fainted.

I don’t know how long it took, but Su Junheng felt a foreign object stirring in his ear, which was so itchy that it was unstoppable. He slowly opened his eyes.

It was almost noon, and there were more pedestrians on the street, but no one seemed to notice the dying Confucian scholar next to the avenue.

The father and son of the Lu family in Yuzhou City have always been domineering and domineering. The people dare not speak out. Naturally, no one dares to get involved in this matter. There are only a few ignorant children holding dead branches and fiddling with him to play. When they saw Su Junheng wake up, they ran away from afar.

Su Junheng got up with difficulty, feeling unstoppable pain all over his body. The snow on the ground was stained with blood. The biting cold wind hit his face, and his tired body couldn't help but shiver.

The good book stall was smashed to pieces by Lu Dayan and his group. Fortunately, the book box placed beside it was still there, and there were several paintings inserted there, but they were not smashed by Lu Dayan and the others. Su Junheng sighed, thinking of his mother who was still waiting for him to go back at home, he had to carry the book box and leave the city gate with pain!

Su Junheng was not a resident of Yuzhou City. Yuzhou City was an important town that connects merchants from both north and south. There were many high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants in the city, and it was a place where every inch of land was valuable. Poor people like him could only build a simple thatched hut at the foot of the mountain in the suburbs.

It was the middle of winter, and the weather was cold and the land was frozen. The snow was covered with heavy snow on the plank roads on the outskirts of the city. The fields on both sides were pale and a few snow sculptures hovered in the air, and bursts of shock came from the sound of shock.

Looking out, I saw smoke rising from a cooking pot not far away. A very simple thatched hut was built. The door was empty, with only a fold of gray canvas on the eaves, with five big words written on it - Li Ji Baozi Shop.

Su Junheng's body suddenly stopped and reached out to take out four copper plates from his arms. His expression was dazed: "There are only these copper plates left. My mother is still hungry at home. She can only buy two buns to go back to satisfy her hunger!"

Su Junheng sighed and walked towards the bun shop, but he was tripped by something under his feet. He staggered and fell on the snow, covered in snow.

"Ah~!!" Su Junheng was in a very bad mood. He slapped his palm on the snow. When he looked back, he was shocked.

A man covered in blood fell in the snow, about twenty years old. At this time, his body was buried mostly in the snow. His anxious expression seemed to be frozen between his eyebrows, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"Hey~Brother, what's wrong with you? Wake up!" Su Junheng hurriedly turned over, grabbed the man's arms and shook him. Pu looked at him and couldn't help but exclaim.

This man looked so beautiful that he had a peerless face. Even just this glance, Su Junheng couldn't help feeling ethereal. His handsome facial features were clearly outlined, so exquisite that he had undergone magical skills and natural craftsmanship. If he were a woman, he would really be fascinated by this young man!

"Well... I'm still breathing. This man was so seriously injured. If it weren't for the frozen wounds in this snowy and ice, he would have died of blood long ago!"

Su Junheng frowned and reached out to the man's breath. He suddenly found that there was an inexplicable air flowing around the man. The tentacles could clearly feel the heat emitted by the supernatural powers crazily tearing the man's body. Su Junheng just touched it gently and immediately felt that his blood was restless, as if he was about to boil.

Su Junheng suddenly saw surprise in his eyes, but he didn't have to think too much about this moment. This man was seriously injured. If he were left in this ice and snow, he would probably be hard to have a way out.
Chapter completed!