Unexpectedly, the passerby who was about to stretch out his feet to kick felt that the old woman had soiled his shoes.

He was furious: "You unruly old bastard, you dirty my clothes, please beat me!"

Just as he was about to kick the old man down, a whip wrapped around his ankle.

Before the young man could react, he was ruthlessly pulled down by a strong force!

"Ouch!" He faced the ground, his eyebrows and eyes wrinkled together.

The young master covered his face and raised his head: "Whoever dares to beat this young master will not want to live!"

However, when he saw the tall horse's neck, there was a lang pendant covered with gold leaf.

Suddenly his complexion changed!

Only the young master Ye Juefeng, the son of Marquis Yongye and Princess Yaoguang in Beijing, has such an honor.

The emperor gave Ye Juefeng all the ten **** horses sent by the Western Regions.

He looked up again.

The young boy's drooping brows and eyes are extremely stern!

"I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and I don't know that the young master is coming, so I'm going to get out!" I can't afford it, run away!

That boy was about to rub the soles of his feet with oil and get away.

Ye Juefeng said coldly, "Come back and apologize."

The man didn't dare to resist, he turned his head and immediately helped the old woman up, and even took the initiative to help her pat the ashes off her body.

His pleading tone was extremely regrettable: "It was my fault just now, and I shouldn't be angry with you, an old man."

The old man was timid, he just nodded repeatedly, and said in his mouth: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."

The man looked at Ye Juefeng, and the young boy nodded. The man left thankfully as if he had been pardoned.

You know, in this capital city, if you offend the young master Ye Juefeng, you offend all the forces in the world!

Natu, the queen of the Western Regions, is Ye Juefeng's aunt; the emperor of Xili is his god-grandfather; even Situ Jijia, the highly respected Da Situ of the Chang Dynasty, is distantly related to Ye Juefeng!

Looking around the world, Ye Juefeng is the most honorable person.

After the man ran away, Ye Juefeng got off his horse.

A gust of wind blew, and the old woman hurried to press the straw mat, for fear that her son's dignity would not be preserved after his death.

Ye Juefeng took off the silver bag on his body and handed it over.

"Take it."

The old woman was startled, and weighed the silver bag, it was about fifty taels!

She took five taels out of it, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Thank you benefactor for your help, but only five taels is enough."

"To bury my son, a coffin, a stone tablet, and two taels of yellow money are enough."

Ye Juefeng insisted on leaving the rest of the money to her.

The young boy's eyes were dark and his skin was cold and fair, making his eyebrows look like jade and handsome.

Although she was childish, the black color in her eyes was as deep as an abyss.

"The rest of the money is for you to find a place to stay, so you won't be homeless at such an age."

When the old woman heard it, she wept and thanked her again and again.

The people around were whispering to each other, all lamenting the kindness of this young master.

Jiang Shiji, who followed behind, had just witnessed everything.

He also said: "If you have no place to go, you can go to the Suxin Tea House in the suburbs of Beijing. It is opened by my mother and can give you something to do."

The old woman only thought that she was so lucky to meet a **** today.

Ye Juefeng got on his horse and prepared to leave.

However, just after riding the horse for a few steps, he suddenly reacted and turned the horse's head around again.

"Where is the exact location of the mountain road where your son was attacked?"

With the capital as the center, the continuous mountains within a radius of a hundred miles are his Ye Juefeng's territory.

Why didn't he know there were bandits who hurt people?

The old woman pointed the way quickly, and Ye Juefeng made a note of it in his heart.