The little fat man had a supper at Zhao Xing's house. The small family that came and went like Zhao Xing, which was as tight as Zhao Xing, was just an ordinary meal for ordinary families, but the little fat man still had relish. Then after thanking the wife, he left reluctantly. Judging from the meaning, if Zhao Xing tried to keep him, he would still be willing to sleep with Zhao Xing.

Regarding the little fat man's three-step look back, he kept reminding Zhao Xing, the brother to consider his arrangements again. Zhao Xing just waved his hand lightly: "Go, go, go, I want to study." Then he sat directly next to the brazier and picked up a book to read. The little fat man could only take a group of so-called evil slaves home.

As for what he said when he went home, Zhao Xing was lazy and didn't want to worry about it.

Looking at the back of the fat British prince Zhang Zhiji who was leaving, Zhao Xing finally put down the book in his hand.

The story of the intersecting stories made Zhao Xing feel that there might be something in this world.

In fact, it was a coincidence to know this little fat man.

When I was not on duty, I was on duty with a group of the lowest-level strongmen in the Jinyiwei, but I was fighting with a group of playboys. As a result, the noble children were all dissatisfied with the British government, so they beat this guy who was known as the number one playboy in the capital together.

In fact, in such a fight, the Jinyiwei, who has no power or ability to intervene, everyone is afraid of it. As for the real police officers of the Five City Military and Ma Si, they can hide as far as they can. After all, the anti-counterfeiting and the civilians intervene is just a humiliation for themselves, so why bother with me?

As a result, when he saw a fat man being chased by a group of people, Zhao Xing suddenly felt so righteous that he reached out to help, but the fat man regarded him as his best friend.

In order to maintain his status, the Duke of England firmly wanted to be a lonely minister who reassures the emperor, and the lonely minister was truly without friends.

After my mother sent him out, she turned around and complained to her son who was holding the book and reading beside the brazier: "He is the prince of the country and a noble person with status. He is willing to walk with you. That is your fate, but you always face others with a cold face and don't accept his help, and you will offend others."

Zhao Xing put down the book, picked up the little sister who was lying on his thigh, listened to his study, kissed her affectionately, then kicked away the little puppy holding his thigh, and explained to his mother with a smile: "The British Duke has been a dragon for three generations, and is extremely favored. But this is why the tree is so popular that it will not be tolerated by civil servants, and sooner or later it will be fucked by civil servants. So, clinging to the present is a disaster in the future. As the saying goes, it is better to see him build a tall building and watch his building collapse, be a spectator, um, or just anger them directly. Angry him, with a pure heart, he will not be retaliated against, but if he is close to him, he may be retaliated by others, so why bother?"

The Duke of England was an alien of this era. Other families founded their country. After Tumu Fort was beaten by the emperor with the help of the Tartars, they declined. But only the Duke of England, after the prince attacked the title, did not resent the emperor to kill his ancestors, but remained firmly standing in the ranks of loyalty to the emperor and was never shaken.

Especially this generation of Duke Zhang Weixian carried the two emperors to the throne. For Chongzhen, he was not as quick as Wei Zhongxian, but he was the first to express his loyalty.

This is also true, so when the civil servant group strictly guarded the possible vassal states and was determined to turn the nobles into a set, British Duke Zhang Weixian was able to control the thirteenth camp of the Royal Imperial Guards.

However, Chongzhen was suspicious and fickle, and finally, under the instigation of civil officials, he forced him to death when the Wild Boar Skin invaded for the second time. The fat man who took over his title also died in the battlefield when the Wild Boar Skin invaded for the third time. Therefore, Zhao Xing believed that holding this made people envious of the prince was actually a disaster for himself and he had no future.

In this era of literary and nobles and martial arts, the British Duke was also trembling and did not become arrogant because he was born in the third generation. The little fat man, who was in charge of his father's wishes, specifically fought with the nobles' children, and used this method to prove to the emperor that he did not join the nobles' group.

As a result, this little fat man had no friends but only enemies at the level of nobles. The others thought he was arrogant and arrogant and domineering, so he became the most arrogant but lonely person in the capital.

But when I saw someone who helped me, of course, I immediately aspired to friendship and accepted Zhao Xing as my friend.

Although Zhao Xing has always been close to him, he also felt that Zhao Xing was unique and admired by Zhao Xing's almost omniscient knowledge. So whenever he has time, he has to be with Zhao Xingni, and what he has the most is leisure.

After hearing Zhao Xing's explanation, my mother stopped saying anything. Her son is old, and according to the rules, he is the head of this family, so let him do whatever he wants.

What made my mother most uneasy was that her son had been obsessed with the big picture since childhood, and was cowardly and incompetent.

But for some reason, overnight, the son became like a human being. He could no longer see the cowardice and incompetence of the original son from him. What he saw was a kind of decisiveness and detachment.

Countless times, my mother would suspect that her son had been dropped, but when she observed quietly, she could watch it, and it was crawling out of her intestines. It was like a fake bag.

However, this intuition that he is not his own mother always makes him anxious.

Fortunately, how could my mother suspect that this son's filial piety to him and his little sister's dear existed in a solid manner, and it was even better than the original son. Although this was uneasy in my mother's heart, she was actually more at ease.

Seeing that his son had an opinionated explanation, my mother could only sigh quietly, and then went into the room to coax Xiaoya to sleep, and half of the cloth had not been weaved.

Watching her mother enter the inner room, Zhao Xing picked up the book again.

It’s not that Zhao Xing is eager to learn, but that in this world, the lack of entertainment activities is outrageous. Only by studying can you survive the boredom of the long night.
Chapter completed!