Yun Zichu's eyebrows twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the ruined scenery and beggars around him. He was filled with the thought that this was unreasonable. Those people dared to hurt others at will. He must go to the Yamen to sue them.

Obviously, this great talent in Yunnan really screwed up his brain by reading, and he didn't understand the principle that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

How could those gangsters not think of a way out if they dared to hit him?

Not to mention whether Yun Zichu still had the ability to sue them, so what if he sued them?

Who in the yamen is a relative of this gangster or that relative? Even if they are arrested, they can at most be beaten a few times and imprisoned for a few days without any pain or itch.

When Yun Zichu fainted again, all he could think about was how to write a petition so that the Yamen could deal with it impartially and teach those gangsters a lesson.

It's a pity that no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric and harsh words of the manuscript he thought of, it was useless.

When he woke up the next day, he was still in the ruined temple, and his hands and feet were damaged, making him unable to move or get out.

He wanted the beggars to take him out, but once the beggars heard that he was going to the Yamen, who would dare to take him out?

Moreover, all the money Yun Zichu had was confiscated by gangsters. Who would be willing to take risks for an unknown person for free?

Beggars live in an ignoble way, not wanting to offend anyone.

Yun Zi was very angry at first and kept teaching the beggars with his great principles, hoping that they would straighten their backs and not be afraid of evil forces.

However, the beggars looked at him more and more like they were looking at a mentally retarded person.

In the end, even the old beggar didn't want to pay attention to the lunatic whose mind was full of straw.

No one understands the cruelty of reality and the way to survive better than beggars. People like Yun Zichu who live in an ideal world full of dogmas are mentally ill to them.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Yun Zichu was very confused. This was obviously the truth told to him in the book and the discipline taught him by his teacher. Why now, no one is willing to help him seek justice?

In the following days, Yun Zichu, who had never worried about life, was injured for the first time. No one helped him find a doctor or take care of him. When he was hungry, he didn't eat. He who always attached great importance to cleanliness and etiquette, just lay there in the dirt.

The ground was dusty for many days.

His life plummeted from heaven to hell.

At first, he was unwilling to eat the dirty food of the beggars, thinking that his friends would come to him soon.

On the first day, he suffered from hunger and pain and didn't expect anyone. What Yun Zichu thought was that the city was so big that his friends might just not be able to find him.

The next day, he forced himself to continue waiting, but until nightfall, when he had a fever and fainted, no one came to see him.

Seeing this, the old beggar sighed, applied some herbs picked from the mountain to his wound, took out some begging rice from his own pottery jar, cooked some gruel for him, and fed him to drink.

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The other beggars told the old beggar to leave him alone, lest he offend others and suffer disaster himself.

The old beggar didn't pay attention to anyone else. He moistened a rag and put it on Yun Zichu's forehead to cool him down so as to prevent his fever from burning out his brain.

Although the old beggar felt that this young man's brain was not very good to begin with.

The next day, Yun Zichu got over it without any hiccups. He stared blankly at the dilapidated roof above his head.

I don’t understand how he, who is full of poems and books and has great ambitions, ended up in this situation?

Why were the people who were close friends with him in the past left unattended when he was in danger?

But only an old beggar, whom he usually paid with a few copper coins, saved him.

How ironic!

The worldview composed of rigid dogma in the first eighteen years of Yunzi's life is slowly collapsing.

"Drink porridge."

The old beggar carried a bowl of porridge in a broken bowl, limped to Yun Zichu's side, squatted down, lifted him up slightly, and handed the porridge to his lips.

Yun Zichu drank heavily, obviously very hungry.

After finishing the porridge, he didn't know whether it was because it was too hot or something else. His eyes turned red and he looked at the disfigured old beggar, "Why did you save me?"

The old beggar put him down and put down the bowl. His cloudy eyes couldn't see any emotion, "I'm in a good mood."

Yun Zichu tugged at his lips and said, "Thank you."

These two words are pale now, but he can't say anything else to repay his kindness. He himself doesn't know how long he can live like this.

He didn't say anything more about asking the old beggar to take him to report to the official or help him report to the official.

In the past few days, Yun Zichu's world has undergone earth-shaking changes. Human relationships are indifferent and reality is cruel. He has experienced a complete change.

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"Miss Honglian is here. Miss Honglian is here to give us porridge. Come on, go and line up."

Without medicine, Yun Zichu's injuries gradually worsened, and his waking hours became less and less. The beggars knew that in a few days, they could drag this man to a mass grave.

No matter how much unwillingness Yun Zichu felt in his heart, so what?

He is already a useless person.

But at this time, the name "Red Lotus" made him wake up instantly.

In the past few days, although he was in a blur, his mind was clearer than in the past eighteen years. He recalled the previous events carefully, and he did not know that what happened that day was the trouble caused by him offending Honglian.

But Yun Zichu didn't hate Honglian, everything was just caused by his arrogance and arrogance.

Thinking of the woman facing his rejection, there was no trace of embarrassment or anger, and her extremely beautiful phoenix eyes were only indifferent and smiling.

He always thought that everyone in the world was drunk and he was sober, but in fact, the world looked at him with cold eyes, playing a clown on the stage, stupid and silly.

Yun Zichu smiled bitterly and slowly closed his eyes.

"Master Yunzichu?"

Yun Zichu opened his eyes suddenly when the elegant and soft voice reached his ears.

The woman in red who was unparalleled in beauty on the stage a few days ago now put on a plain dress. Her hair was covered with black hair held up only by a lotus hairpin, and her bright and beautiful phoenix eyes looked at him in surprise.

Yun Zichu had never been embarrassed before, wishing he could crawl through a crack in the ground.

Previously, he thought he was noble and looked down on the brothel girl. Now, he is covered in mud and she is spotless.

How ironic.

He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was extremely dry. He turned his head in embarrassment, not looking at her, and said hoarsely: "You, you have recognized the wrong person."

Honglian handed the porridge in her hand to the old beggar sitting next to him, "Du Bo, why don't you go out every time?"

The old beggar held the bowl with trembling hands and looked at Honglian with cloudy eyes. He couldn't hide his excitement and choked with sobs: "Girl, don't worry about me next time."

He doesn't deserve to drink her porridge.

Honglian smiled and said, "Du Bo always says this every time. Are your feet feeling better lately?"

"Okay, much better, thank you girl for the medicine."

"It's nothing," Hong Lian shook her head lightly, lifted up her skirt, bent down and squatted down, picking up Yun Zichu's hand, not minding that it was covered with blood clots and mud. Seeing that his hands were badly broken, she frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!