Inside Luoyang.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Taiwei Zhang Wen's residence was filled with jubilation. As the New Year was approaching, the status of the three dukes of the Han Dynasty like the marshal was naturally different from that of the common people. The mansion was naturally decorated with lanterns and streamers, and servants shuttled back and forth constantly.
Elder Zhang Wen had a son named Feng, so he was used to spoiling him. His son was young, but he was born in a noble family, but he developed a character that liked to be at ease and hated to work. He was disliked by everyone. Other than a few personal attendants, his father and his mother, no one was willing to make friends with him.
Zhang Feng was already six years old. His favorite thing to do was to bring a group of servants to the streets to cause trouble for ordinary people. When he saw others wailing and crying, he would clap and cheer on the side. This was his nature.
One day, Zhang Feng brought another 20 servants and two purebred dogs that Liangzhou had offered to the emperor. They went straight to the south of Luoyang.
Most of the residents in the south of the city were civilians and merchants. At that time, merchants did not have much status.
As the eastern capital of the Han Dynasty, its level of prosperity was naturally not comparable to some small counties. The streets were bustling with activity. There were performers and stall owners. The street stretched along a long bend, and there was no end to it.
However, these commoners usually knew this little god of plague. Why was it that his father had a good reputation, but his son was completely different from his father?
It seemed that as soon as Zhang Feng arrived, the lively ground on both sides instantly quieted down. The hawkers who set up their stalls moved their stalls into the street at the same time, afraid that this temperamental little god of plague would suddenly find trouble with them.
Zhang Feng himself was very satisfied with everyone's frightened eyes. He saw a man and a woman who were traveling in Jianghu to perform. The woman was holding a long bamboo pole and swaying on a thick rope. The two ends of the rope were tied to a wooden stake.
The girl looked ordinary. Even if she was good-looking, what could a six-year-old child do? However, his interest was piqued. It turned out that a person could not fall off the rope. For a moment, he picked up a stone and threw it at the woman. []
The woman was not Chen Fei, so she naturally could not do a backflip on a rope in the air. Therefore, after suffering this blow that was neither light nor heavy, she let out a cry and her body swayed left and right twice, almost falling off the rope.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng laughed out loud. Those servants had done this kind of thing too many times. Even if the Grand Commandant blamed them, as long as the young master took the blame, they would naturally turn the bad into good. They also laughed in unison.
The man's face was full of resentment, but he did not dare to make a sound. There were as many high-ranking officials and nobles in Luoyang as there were bosses in Wenzhou now. He also saw that this naughty child was young, but his clothes were silk and satin that ordinary people did not even dare to think about. There was also a group of fiendish servants behind him. He knew that he could not afford to offend them. He just hoped that this little god of plague could leave after his mischief.
Unexpectedly, when the little god of plague saw that the woman did not fall, he actually picked up a handful of pebbles and ordered the servants,"Whoever throws that woman down from the rope, I will reward you handsomely.”
Hearing this, the servants cheered in unison. In an instant, stones of all sizes flew towards the woman like raindrops. She was hit in several places. Although she was not injured, she could no longer maintain her balance. She fell from the rope, but she was not injured.
Although the voices of everyone's criticism were not loud, it made this little god of plague even more proud. "What kind of child is this to hurt people here?"”
The onlookers opened up a path, and a man and a horse slowly came in front of the little plague god with the sound of hooves. There were also soldiers with armored halberds behind them.
The man got off the horse. Seeing that Xiao Tong was not afraid, he half-squatted in front of Xiao Tong and asked in a more serious tone,"Whose son are you? Why are you bullying people in the downtown area?”
The child noticed that he was short and his face was dark, but he did not answer his question. He raised his little nose and said,"And who are you, the dark dwarf? What right do you have to ask my father?"
Before that person could react, a soldier behind him was already angry and shouted,"How dare you! How dare you cause trouble in the capital and instruct the court officials. This is the North Commandant, Lord Cao Cao!”
Zhang Feng tilted his head and asked the person behind him,""Commandant Bei? Was it very big? Compared to my father?"
The man was tall and Zhang Feng was short. He could only lower his head to his pants and answer,"Not as great as Young Master's father."
Zhang Feng was even more pleased with himself when he heard that. He said to Cao Cao,"Did you hear that? I am Zhang Feng, the son of Marshal Zhang Wen!”
The surrounding people sighed, especially the soldier who had just mentioned Cao Cao's position. Although he didn't have as much power as he did in the past, the title of the three dukes alone could kill a row of people.
And it was free.
Cao Cao's face was expressionless. He looked at Zhang Feng, who was smiling at him, and suddenly stood up and laughed."The son of the Grand Commandant? I even dared to kill Jian Shuo's uncle! Let alone you!"
He lifted Zhang Feng up like he was carrying a chick and placed him on his knees. He pulled down his pants, revealing Zhang Feng's well-maintained, fair, and tender buttocks.
No matter how mischievous Zhang Feng was, he was still a child. He finally understood that this short and dark person in front of him was not to be trifled with. He did not put his father in his eyes. Before Cao Cao's hand landed, Zhang Feng had already opened his mouth and started crying.
This time, Cao Cao couldn't fall. The other party was just a child and didn't do anything bad.
The servant behind Zhang Feng was busy. What if he broke the young master? And their lives? Moreover, this dark-faced dwarf had actually killed Jian Shuo's uncle. Who was Jian Shuo? Zhang Rang's sworn brother, who was Zhang Rang? Everyone should know even if they don't have brains, right?
"Cao Cao, how dare you hit the son of the Grand Commandant!”
"Put down my young master quickly. Otherwise, if the old master finds out, you'll suffer.”
Cao Cao was still a young man at the moment. When he heard someone threaten him, the stubborn temper in his bones rose. He raised his hand high up again."Pa, pa, pa" three clear and loud sounds were heard. A few red handprints immediately appeared on Zhang Feng's white buttocks.
"Ah!" Since Zhang Feng was six years old, no one had beaten him. Now, he was addicted. He was only scared to cry, but now he was really in pain. His crying was earth-shattering, and it seemed to surpass Meng Jiangnu.
"Seeing that you are young and a little evil, I won't delve into it. Your father should take good care of you.”Cao Cao clapped his hands in satisfaction, but his last sentence was directed at the servants.
F * ck, it felt so good. Children were more tender.
Cao Cao mounted his horse and left, leaving behind a circle of commoners who covered their mouths and snickered.
All the servants were extremely embarrassed. Young Master had been beaten up by others when he went out with them. If he went home and let Old Master know, what would happen? That Shorty Cao's butt would probably land on their butts twice as fast.
She hurriedly helped the crying young master up from the ground and carefully pulled up his pants. Now, everyone could see what they wanted to see. The woman who had dropped the rope earlier turned her head and chuckled.
Zhang Feng performed a passionate tenor in a comfortable and carefree manner. At this moment, he was still sobbing."Let's go, let's go."
"Young man, are you going back to your residence?"
"5~ I won't go back. 5~ I'll find a place where no one can see and spank someone else's butt!”
Ding Han, this young master, he knew how to share his pain and sorrow at such a young age?
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