Red plums reflect youth

Chapter 20

In the afternoon of early summer, dark clouds rolled and oppressed from the sky. The golden lin, whose armor was as shining as a rain dragon, appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

"You have to go!" Liu Qiaoyang yelled, more violent and anxious than the sound of muffled thunder.

"Yes..." Ziqing looked calmly at Qiao Yang who was blocking the door.

"Just hate me that much!" The wooden door frame was deformed by being scratched, Qiao Yang's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he fixed his eyes on Ziqing.

Ziqing felt the change in Qiao Yang's eyes, turned her head away from him, and said quietly:

"I didn't... It's just that I started late and lived in the Qingcheng Pavilion. I'm always learning and working hard. I should be able to catch up... My parents also agreed, and I went to see it... And... "

"And you can hook up some high-ranking officials to investigate your own father's affairs!" There was a dull thunder coming from the sky, and the atmosphere in the room was oppressive and dull. Qiao Yang was restless, and blurted out mockingly, ignoring that these words pierced into his son like a sharp sword Qing's heart.

Ziqing's face suddenly turned livid, and his eyes slanting towards Qiao Yang were like blades of light piercing through the clouds, and he said through his teeth: "It's none of your business!"

As he said that, he was about to snatch the door and leave.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qiao Yang stretched out his left arm to block the door, and pressed his body against the door frame on the right, saying domineeringly and forcefully, "I won't let you go!"

Ziqing wanted to break his hand blocking the door, but the hand seemed to be on the door, so he said angrily, "Get out of the way!"

"Why didn't you tell me? Everyone in the world knows that you are going to Qingcheng Pavilion, but I don't know. If it wasn't for Qiao Sheng... I still don't know..." Qiao Yang's tone suddenly softened, like an aggrieved person Child, looking down at Ziqing, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

Ziqing was suffocated when he heard the words, and turned around, not daring to look at him.

"What do you think of me?" Qiao Yang asked sadly, his right hand firmly grasping the door frame, as if enduring great pain.

"What do you think of me again..." Ziqing snorted and said sarcastically upon hearing this.

Ziqing's back seemed so far away and swaying in the dim light, Qiao Yang stretched out his hand, one step at a time, stumbling over, until he embraced the thin body in his arms.

Ziqing's body sank, as if Qiao Yang had put all his weight on him.

Again!

Hasn't this guy had enough fun?

A wave of anger mixed with shame rose spontaneously from the bottom of Ziqing's heart, he took a firm breath, and hit the chest of the man behind him with his back elbow with all his strength.

"Hmm..." Unexpectedly, the man snorted and fell to the ground.

Ziqing was startled, and looked at Qiao Yang in surprise, seeing that he seemed to have passed out, his lips were black and purple, and the clothes on his chest were stained with blood.

Hastily tore off the clothes to have a look.

There was a hideous wound on his chest, and blood was gurgling from the cloth strips that had wrapped the wound indiscriminately.