The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 372
Then he directly slapped him with his hands, and before the boy could react, he received a slap on the left cheek.

Ma Ji has practiced martial arts all year round, and his finger joints are all thick. The boy, just a boy, usually stays in Yushi's mansion, although he does some work on weekdays, he has never been beaten or scolded.

The slap came over and directly blinded him, his head was buzzing non-stop, and the scalp on his whole head was shaking. After waiting for a long time, his head returned to consciousness, and he covered his cheek with one hand, stunned. He stared blankly at the trail of horses turning into the room.

Just for a while, he felt that half of his face was swollen, he felt a fishy smell in his mouth, and just opened his mouth, he felt something flow out from the corner of his mouth.

He reached out to wipe it, and looked down, it was blood.He spat on the ground with blood in his saliva.

There was resentment in his eyes, and through the yard, he looked at the horse traces who were changing clothes in the room. Although the horse traces could not be seen through the house wall, he showed a look of wanting to eat him raw .

He didn't wait for the horse trail here, but turned and left directly.

Along the way, he covered his face, lowered his head, and the scene of how to take revenge on Maji kept flashing in his head, and soon he arrived in Yushi's mansion.

Before he entered the mansion, he saw a young master dressed in fine clothes, leading two servants, preparing to go out.

His eyes flickered, he stood aside, covered his face and muttered indistinctly: "I have seen the second young master."

The young man in fancy clothes nodded, passed by him, and was about to leave when he suddenly backed up and circled around the boy.

Then he said playfully, "Take your hand down."

The boy didn't take his hand off, but covered it even tighter, and lowered his head a little bit.

The young man in Chinese clothes seemed a little unhappy, but before he could speak, a servant standing behind him opened his mouth and said, "What? Don't you have ears? The second young master wants you to put your hands down. Don't you want your hands? wanted?"

The boy seemed to be frightened, and with a mournful face, he let go of his hands covering his face.

But just this period of time, his face was already swollen out of shape, like a swollen bread, nearly twice as thick as the face on the other side.

"How did you do this?" the young man in Huafu asked in a young voice, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"If you go back to the young master, I accidentally fell the villain." The boy said in a tearful voice.

"Did you drop it? You dropped it enough to leave five finger prints on your face? What a coincidence you fell." The young man in Chinese clothes showed a cold look on his face, and he was already faintly angry.

"Second Young Master, don't ask, it was really the villain who accidentally fell."

"Boy, do you want to court death? Are you fooling us for fools?" Seeing that his son was a little angry, the guard kicked the boy to the ground.

"Don't be afraid, it's up to the owner to beat the dog. Tell me who beat you like this, and I'll make the decision for you, but if you still don't tell the truth, I'll cut your tongue off." Na Hua Mr. Fu squatted down, looked at the fearful servant, and said softly.

It seemed that the voice of the handsome young man gave the young man confidence, and the young man wiped his tears and said in a low voice: "It was Ma Jima who caught the head and beat him."

"Maji? But what did you do to offend him?"

"Second young master, I'm just a young servant, and Ma Tutou has the reputation of being a god catcher. Even if you give me 1 courage, I wouldn't dare to offend him." The young servant said aggrievedly.

"Then why did he hit you?"

"Today, the housekeeper asked me to go to Ma Tutou, saying that the master had something to do with him. I found Ma Tutou, but Ma Tutou smelled of alcohol, and he promised, but he didn't move. I just said, 'Master. Still waiting in the mansion, I hope the horse shop will be faster.' Then he was slapped by the horse catcher, and he said...and said..."

"What else?"

The boy glanced at the young man in fine clothes, made a look of fear, and said in a crying voice: "He called the master by his first name, and said that he was a head catcher, and he was a god catcher, and he was not under the control of the master. Whether he comes or not depends entirely on his mood, not to mention dawdling, what if he doesn't come."

"Hmph, you little boy, you dare to talk nonsense and lie to me, you really don't know what to do." The second young master suddenly said viciously.

The little servant was taken aback, and quickly kowtowed on the ground, wailing, "Second Young Master, you have to believe me, I'm not lying at all. I don't dare to deceive you, Second Young Master."

"You said you didn't dare to lie to me, so since you are reasonable, why didn't you say it directly when I asked you at first, but squeaked instead."

"Second young master, I'm just a young servant, and the horse catcher is a god catcher, how dare I offend him, he can make the little one die in a corner with just a flick of a finger, how dare I speak ill of him behind his back, I I can only admit that I am unlucky." The little servant cried.

"You can see clearly, go on down, don't mention this matter to others, if you let me hear it from the side, I will definitely cut your tongue." The second young master said softly.

"Obey, the villain will definitely shut his mouth." Saying that, the boy got up from the ground, covered his mouth and left.

The young man in Chinese clothes stood at the door and quietly watched the young man leave, until the young man turned into the mansion, then he looked away and muttered in a low voice: "Good job, you horse trail."

Saying that, the young man in Huafu didn't plan to go out anymore, instead he went straight back to the mansion and walked towards the main hall. He was the second son of the Xingfu, and he knew that his father would usually be in the main hall when he summoned others.

Familiar with the car and the road, he arrived at the main hall. The youth in Chinese clothes looked at the Xinggong who was drinking tea, and bowed his hands and said: "I have seen my father."

Xing Gong turned his head to look at his second son, and said with a light smile, "Song'er, why are you here? Didn't you say you wanted to go out for a stroll?"

This son is not only the appearance but also the personality most like him among all his heirs, so he likes this son the most among all the sons, and relatively speaking, he is more pampered.

"Father, do you want to see the horse trail?"

"What's the matter, did you do something to offend him again?" Xing Gong asked as if he saw that his son was not kind.

"Naturally, why should I offend him so much. But, father, do you know what this horse trace said about you in private?"

Xing Song glanced at Xinggong, and saw that he was sitting there still drinking tea leisurely, as if he didn't hear what he said.

So, he gritted his teeth, and continued: "Father, this guy drank some cat urine from somewhere, and openly said that what is father, the invitation from our mansion, whether he comes or not depends on his mood at the time. Come It’s to give us face, if we don’t come, we have to accept it for him. Say we are not his boss, and we can’t control him.”

(End of this chapter)