Chapter 19: Brilliant and Unparalleled - The Little Imp Meets the Big Belly Black

  "The nineteenth master is indeed long on romance and short on heroism."

  He strode in, his hands holding a slingshot, with an air of nonchalance and a hint of evil charm in his beautiful eyebrows and eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sly smile that seemed to harbor ill intentions, and at first glance, he was clearly a young nobleman who had emerged from the world of pleasure and luxury.

  Zhao Zun glanced at him and asked, "Is your skin itching again?"

  "Hey, Tianlu, I really suspect that your heart is made of ice and snow. You're holding a lively and lovely girl in your arms, how can you not even produce half a bit of warmth?"

  Tianlu was Zhao Kuangyin's courtesy name, and ordinary people did not dare to call him that.

  Yuanyou is different.

  Apart from being the Right General of the Golden Guard, he is actually a member of the imperial family and the third illegitimate son of the current Crown Prince Zhao Ke. Due to circumstances, he was adopted by Yuan Hongchu, the son of the founding general, and became the hereditary young master of the Chengguo Duke's mansion from birth.

  The imperial younger brother was adopted by a subject's son, this is the only case in our dynasty.

  Logically, Yuan You should have addressed Zhao Kuang as "Nineteenth Uncle". However, he had been reading with Zhao Kuang since childhood and was used to speaking casually, long having lost the distinction of junior and senior.

  After teasing, seeing Zhao You still coldly holding his face, Yuan Yu Xiao Gong Ye put the slingshot on the windowsill after shaking it a few times, and walked over with a leisurely pace, leaning on a wooden chair by the bed, observing Xia Chuqi who had been knocked unconscious by him.

  "Hey, don't even mention my cousin, she's really ugly!"

  Zhao Zhen glanced at him and didn't say a word.

  Yuanyou haha smiled and slowly tapped his hand on the bedside, talking to himself.

  "Her eyebrows are like willow leaves, but she raises them a bit too high - not a well-bred girl."

  Her nose was like a hanging gallbladder, but not quite straight - she had a lucky appearance but was good at being jealous, and was afraid of not being able to tolerate other women.

  "Little mouth, perfect shape, but lacks some luster - wonder how it tastes?"

  "These five senses, taken apart, aren't particularly impressive, but when combined, they still have a certain charm - I remembered that day she hugged me and called me 'brother', her voice was extremely tender, delicate, and soft, it made my heart feel ticklish."

  His experienced and insightful comments made Zhao's eyebrows furrow more and more tightly, until he finally lost his patience.

  "Get out of here!"

  Yuanyou glanced at him with a smile, "Tianlu, don't look at my cousin, she's just a bit thinner and her complexion is not as good. But raising her is like raising a bird, if you feed her well, she can still be playful. If you're not satisfied, why don't I take her back? Cousins are born to be a pair."

  His eyes rolled with a flirtatious glint, and Zhao Zhu knew what he was thinking.

  "Don't think about it in a wrong way. This person is useful to me."

  Yu Wei's lips curled up at the corner, smiling so slyly, "How do you want to use it?"

  Zhao Zun snorted, ignoring the flirtatious gaze, and quickly flipped Xia Chuqi over, swiftly removing the strange objects from her body. He furrowed his brow, examining them for a while before handing them to Yuan Yu.

  "What is it?"

  "Huh……" Speaking of serious matters, Yuan Yu put away his frivolous air and had the demeanor of a Right General. He was seen repeatedly flipping over two iron objects, muttering to himself, "It seems like firearms?"

  Zhao's eyebrows deepened, "Yes, extremely similar."

  He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuan You very seriously.

  What a pity——

  Nowadays, the Jinwei Army of Da Yan is equipped with firearms such as fire arrows, iron cannons, fire guns and fire lances, but none of them look like these things. They still can't figure out what they are.

  "This cousin of mine... isn't someone to be trifled with?"

  Zhao's eyes turned cold and he patted him heavily on the shoulder.

  "Take it to the divine machine camp and find a few craftsmen to disassemble and resolve doubts."

  The seventh day of summer was awakened by a nightmare.

  In the dream, a big red underwear floated in front of her eyes, chasing after her, stubbornly trying to put it on her head, as if determined to strangle her with the pants. And under her feet, an endless swamp and abyss made her break out in cold sweat, and she suddenly sat up.

  "Damn red pants, I'm going to..."

  Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly turned her head and was thoroughly startled awake.

  She was still sleeping in the bed in Xi's room, a few steps away from the nanmu chair. Zhao Jianren wore a magnificent prince's python robe and a black fox fur coat with delicate edging on top, exuding an air of dignity that made her teeth ache with envy.

  She stared at him, speechless.

  His eyes were cold and piercing, his attitude was difficult to fathom, and the atmosphere was gloomy and chilly.

  A raised eyebrow, a narrowed eye, and Xia Zhi's eyes sparkled with fireflies on the seventh day of summer.

  "Hey, turtle egg, even if you see a beautiful girl, don't keep staring at her all the time?"

  He didn't move, but just gave a slight nod, and the little maid Mei Zi promptly handed her a celadon water cup. "Miss, you've slept for some time now. Your mouth must be dry, rinse it first, sir has something to ask later."

  Doesn't he have a long mouth? Does he need a servant girl to be his loudspeaker when speaking?

  He fiercely grabbed a basin of water and rinsed his mouth, Xia Chuyi humming and murmuring to himself.

  "Come on, you wretch, speak quickly, what is it that you want?"

  He remained still and had Mei Zi give her water to rinse her mouth.

  She was annoyed, waved her hand and coldly snorted: "Forget it!"

  Plum was in a dilemma, almost crying out loud, "Good sister..."

  Alas, who made her so kind-hearted?

  She rinsed her mouth with a scoop of water and continued humming, "You cheap person, what do you want to say before I let you go?"

  This time, Zhao Zun finally had a reaction.

  "Rinsed twice, mouth still so smelly, how can we negotiate?"

  What? Xia's face, which was already sulky at the beginning of summer, changed into a slightly open "O" shape at the fastest speed in her life. After using all the vicious language she could think of to scold his ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart, she took a deep breath and slowly turned into a smiling face.

  "Alright, you're the boss. What's there to discuss? Speak up!"

  Zhao Zhu said faintly, "I want you. Follow me."

  It was early July and Xia was stunned, her mouth agape as she stared at him, her mind gone blank.

  Sexual implication? Do you have to be so bold, open and unscrupulous with no bottom line?

  It wasn't until a moment later that she suddenly realized.

  It turned out that what he meant by "wanting her" was to have her work for him, be his little follower, and then he could let go of the fact that she had stolen Little Golden Tiger, and also spare Lan Dage's life. This outcome made her misinterpret and her facial expression twisted slightly.

  "Miss, I charge high prices, how much are you prepared to pay?"

  Zhao Zun fell silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "What's your price?"

  At the beginning of summer, I was new to this world and not very familiar with the prices. However, based on the price that one could buy a wife for ten taels of silver, if her monthly salary were fifty taels, she would be equivalent to being able to buy five little white faces in a month.

  Exactly, it's fifty taels.

  She stretched out one hand and gazed at him with greedy eyes.

  Zhao Zun's eyes narrowed slightly, "Five hundred taels? Agreed!"

  Wow, unexpected gain?

  Just as Zhao was calculating how many small white faces she could buy after a year of working at the counter, Mei Zi carefully handed her a paper note and ground ink for her to write. According to Zhao's intention, it meant that she didn't understand her personal situation well enough, so she needed to write it down, enter the yellow book and record it.

  Reasonable request.

  She took the brush handed over by Mei Zi, tried it out and found it uncomfortable, so she simply snapped the pen holder with a "crack" sound, dipped in thick ink like holding a watercolor pen, and started writing with a "swish swish" sound.

  After finishing writing, she checked it happily and felt very satisfied before handing it back to Mei Zi.

  Little Mei, who had been acting as a messenger between the two of them, didn't dare to breathe loudly and respectfully handed it over to Master Ye.

  "Grandpa!"

  Zhao Zun glanced at her and raised the paper note. Under the dim light, his face became increasingly gloomy.

  Name: Chu Qi.

  Sex: Female.

  Hobbies: male.

  Hometown: Kyoto City.

  Political affiliation: Party member.

  Troop Number: Red Thorn Special Warfare Team.

  Common nicknames: Xiao Xin Gan, Little Treasure, Beauty Qi, Enchanting Qi, Good Girl Qi (can be supplemented according to the depth of affection).

  Don't use my beauty to insult your dignity.

  Favorite thing: teasing handsome guys.

  Best at: Cheating people, deceiving people, hitting people (limited to those above 3 years old and below 10 years old).

  The most proud thing: touched a royal bird, and its head is quite big.

  The most painful memory: dreaming of being chased by a pair of red shorts.

  Standards for choosing a spouse (no compromise): good looks and wealth.

  ……

  Seeing his face getting darker and darker, yet still able to watch calmly, Xia Chuyi couldn't help but feel a little admiration.

  People who act as kings indeed have patience.

  With a curved eyebrow and a smile, she asked, "How's that? Have you felt the strong personal charm of this young lady?"

  Zhao You looked her up and down, walked to the desk beside her, stood tall with his sleeves rolled up, dipped his brush in ink, and struck out that line of nauseating nicknames "Little Heart, Little Treasure, Beauty Seven, Good Girl Mimi Seven", and wrote three words in bold, powerful strokes on the back.

  "Little slave."

  Wow!

  On the seventh day of summer, Xia touched her chin with a sly expression, feeling that her facial expression had become as gentle as water.

  "Little slave? So you like strong flavors, huh? Why didn't you say so earlier? Hehehehe..."

  Zhao You gave her a meaningful glance, but didn't intend to stop writing.

  "Grandfather, you're still going to give a nickname to this little slave?"

  Xia Chuqi smiled and stretched out her head to tease, but saw three iron-stroked silver hook characters falling from the top of the paper note.

  "Indentured Servant—?"

  She let out a cry and her head "buzzed" into a beehive.

  Scammer!

  Contract workers have become indentured servants?

  Digression

  That day, a certain someone was caught red-handed... afterwards, that someone was cleaned up by another until sparkling clean.

  So, which one will win in the end? To be continued...

  Everyone: Get out of here, you idiot! Scram as far away as possible and don't show your face in front of us again.

  Two Jins: Screw...it......how......can......you......be......more......rude......ah......