Chapter 34: I have never suffered losses at the hands of those beneath me!
Almost subconsciously, her mind was wide open, and she suddenly realized -
The ancestors were already very poor, and then they were also swindled by Zhao's cheap people.
He indeed knew that General Wu had betrayed him, and he also knew that he was a person sent by the Brocade Guard to the Golden Armor Army. The "Thunderbolt" blasting off Wu's leg would not be an accident. He originally planned to lift Wu out to give Dongfang Qingxuan a horse whip, but instead took advantage of the opportunity to trap her one hundred and two silver coins, what a clever plan!
Too disgusting!
"Your Highness has made up your mind."
With a flicker of her demon-like eyes, Dongfang Qingxuan seemed nonchalant, but his unusual eyes sparkled like stars. His neatly trimmed eyelashes blinked once, causing people's hearts to skip a beat. He then casually swung his sleeve and said slowly, "Before Qingxuan left the capital, the Emperor summoned me and said that among the generals of Da Yan, you, Prince Jinwang, are the most skilled in the art of war. There are few people in this world who can match you."
Zhao Zun raised an eyebrow and swept his gaze over.
Eastern Qingxuan's beautiful eyes sparkled as she glanced around, "Everyone in the world says that I, Jin Yiwei, kill people like cutting grass, and compare me to Your Highness, but this pot of killing star is truly unjustly borne by me. Resisting barbarians and driving away savages, discussing military strategy, discussing popular sentiment, discussing tactics, ah, today Qingxuan has gained insight."
"It's just a small joke." Zhao Zun said indifferently, then pulled out a book from his bosom and handed it to Xia Chuyi. His voice was flat and seemed harmless, but the meaning was profound.
"Little slave, give this to Lord Dongfang."
"Oh."
On the seventh day of summer, I wiped away tears from my nose and took over the book, sneaking a peek.
Hmph! Isn't this the "little yellow book" that Zhao Zilong read that day? And he's even giving it to Dongfang Bubai? What is this man thinking?
She was secretly amused, but her face remained expressionless. She handed it over with a bowed head, and then heard Zhao Zhu say, "This book is wonderful, most suitable for East Lord to carefully study. Once you've tasted the flavor of being a woman, you won't have any more ideas about being a young master again. This king will have done a great deed of boundless merit."
Eastern Qingxuan's slender fingers stroked the page, and with a casual flip, suddenly burst into an extremely beautiful and radiant smile, like the spring flowers in March that had bloomed wildly on the branches. "If so, then Qingxuan will not be polite, and will take it down immediately. However, Qingxuan thinks that such a wonderful thing would be most suitable for Your Highness to study together with him. Does Your Highness think so, hmm?"
That one word "en", demonic energy entered his bones.
Zhao Zun's cold and stern mouth corners rarely curved into a gentle arc, taking a step forward, seemingly smiling but not quite.
"It's also okay, I've always been one who doesn't suffer losses at the hands of those beneath me."
The Eastern Blue Mystic's face stiffened for a moment before he burst out laughing, "Haha! Your Highness is indeed very humorous."
Fight, fight, fight! Who says only women are good at fighting? Aren't men just as good at fighting too?
Two men were using extremely subtle humor, rubbing their cheap lips, Xia Qi was standing on the edge, feeling that this was a rare opportunity to get close and gaze at two extreme beauties. Tsk, from her direction, one wore red clothes, exuding an evil and beautiful aura, with a seductive demeanor. The other wore black clothes, with a cold and noble appearance, his posture was enchanting and soul-stirring, making this young lady from a good family really want to shout loudly.
"You two are really well-matched - why don't you just be together?"
"He's gone."
She was still indulging in her fantasies, but Zhao Zun had already walked away, and she could only follow him hastily. Under the eaves of the East Wing, Dongfang Qingxuan watched their backs, a faint smile rising at the corners of his mouth, and the amusement in his phoenix-like eyes deepened.
"This play is even more enjoyable."
He turned his head and changed his face, "Like the wind."
"A subordinate is here." A young man in a green brocade uniform with a blue collar walked out.
He covered his nose with a book, and Dongfang Qingxuan took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes, "The brush is ready."
In the study of the East Wing, he wrote on the first sheet of paper.
"King of Jin had a rebellious intention, previously Wei State Duke Xia Tinggan's legitimate daughter Xia Shi..."
He paused for a moment at this point, pulled down the corner of his mouth, and then burned the paper note and rewrote another one.
"The King of Jin has a rebellious intention, Qinggang is a crucial fortress for military families. It can be attacked when advancing and defended when retreating, a great calamity."
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At dusk, two figures emerged from the east wing, one big and one small, one tall and one short. The shorter servant was not even up to the shoulder of the tall Wang Ye, his face pale, rubbing his eyes which were sore from drinking too much ginger wine.
After a while, Zhao Zhen faintly said, "Wealth is an external thing."
"She rolled her eyes, 'Isn't this bad? It's easy to make people lose their work enthusiasm.'"
Then don't work anymore.
She was speechless.
Although he learned to use the word "work" which is equal for everyone, temporarily suppressing her identity as his "servant" in her heart. But can she live with a yearly salary of six taels? Thinking of this, she glared at the past again.
"Is Zheng Er Bao your accomplice?"
"Hmm." He replied succinctly, glancing over at an angle, "Want to return the silver?"
"Nonsense!"
"Looking for grandfather?"
It's too humiliating! Xia Qiqi hummed and said, "I don't want other people's cheap charity."
"Oh?" Zhao Zun's eyes flashed for a moment.
"I know that carrying too much silver on my body, like a little girl, can easily bring trouble. At best, I'll lose my dignity, at worst, I'll lose my life. Speaking of it, losing some money is actually no big deal."
Zhao Zun murmured and became even more confused.
"Ah, a person's life, how much money can they make in a lifetime? Keeping one's life is better than keeping one's money."
"......!" His eyes had already become strange.
She continued, "A great man once said: A person's life is limited, but the ways to make money are unlimited. So I don't need to be self-pitying, and should put my limited life into the unlimited pursuit of making money."
Zhao Zun's lips were pursed in a cold line as he glanced at her sincere little face.
"One day, I'll make the wolf suffer like a dog, and then make the dog suffer like a pig. No, suffer like a pig's head. Let him kneel at my bedside, wash my feet, pinch my feet, massage my legs, pat my back, wagging his tail singing conquest... Just thinking about it makes me feel good, very happy, and all the things in front of me are no longer a problem."
She gazed over with a sly look, her eyes as clear as the sky in June or July, but that fiery gaze was like countless sharp blades shooting outward.
"Grandpa, do you know what's the most powerful way for women to make money?"
Zhao Zun's face was expressionless, with a look of having no idea what she was doing.
"It's just——" She dragged out her voice, suddenly hugged his waist tightly, and with her 15-year-old petite body, convinced the soul of a mature woman to start rolling and being unreasonable. "It's just shameless. Today I'm telling you, if you don't return my money, I'll cling to you, cling to death, wherever you go, I'll go..."
Zhao Zhuo stretched out her thin claws, with a noble and cold demeanor.
"Are you going with your grandfather?"
"Follow me!" Who doesn't have bowel movements, what's so special?
He looked over with a faint expression, an air of "do as you please", and turned his head to leave.
How can she be won over by such a behavior that challenges the bottom line and integrity of Xia Zhiqiu?
Her face still had tears brought out by ginger, her evil eyes narrowed.
"Halt!"
He took a big step forward, without paying any attention to her. She followed closely behind him, lowering her voice and asking, "I'm asking you for the last time, are you going to return it or not?"
He didn't answer.
Silence is sometimes the best answer.
Good! I have to force her to use her ultimate move.
At this time, the two had just walked to the vicinity of Ma's house. Seeing that there was no one around, she grabbed his sleeve with a smile and said, "If you don't return my money, I'll shout loudly and say that you're a scoundrel who deceives people and takes their money, and also deceives women... You've taken my person and my money, and still have the nerve to be shameless."
As soon as he spoke, Zhao Zun's face changed slightly, and his cold eyes glanced at the sky.
She grasped his arm tightly and continued to tease him, "How's that, are you scared now?"
Zhao's lips were cold and tightly pursed.
With a burst of laughter, she curved her eyes and said, "However, rest assured, as long as you return my silver, I won't tell anyone about this red pants white buttocks thing..."
Squeak——
At this time, a faint sound suddenly came from behind Ma Hao's head.
Zhao Zhuo shouted loudly, "Who is it? Come out!"
With a rustling sound, from not far away behind the haystack, slowly walked out the handsome and elegant young master Yuan Yu Xiao. He was smiling and laughing, holding up both hands, and playfully squeezed his eyes at him.
"Nineteen uncle, red pants white buttocks, I didn't hear that."
Zhao Zhu's long-maintained cold face suddenly turned black, his eyes shot out like a cold arrow, but he saw Yuan Yu shouting loudly "Chen Da Niu" and took the opportunity to rush away in an instant.
"Me, me..." Chen Daniu covered his eyes with both hands and slowly walked out from behind the haystack, "My ears aren't working well, I didn't hear anything."
"What's wrong with your ears? Why are you covering your eyes?"
A cold rebuke reached Xia Chuqi's ears, and he heard that Zhao Yanwang was truly angry this time. If not now, when? Just as she turned around to quietly leave, the back of her collar was caught by someone.
"Your tongue is really too long."
Then, like a little chick, she was picked up by him, her hands and feet waving wildly in the air, and with one swing, she was thrown onto the horse in the stable that was said to "eat people's tongues", the big black horse, while Zhao Zun sat tightly behind her, his arms wrapped around her small waist.
"Drive—"
With a whip crack, the shiny black stallion galloped towards the West City Gate like the wind...
Digression
Highly recommended, a new ancient-style novel by Er Jin, "The Story of the Unlucky Princess", about a disabled prince and a pampered young master, two mismatched ancestors who keep running into each other, go take a look.
----It's time for an interview again----
Second Brother: Hey, stop!
Nineteen (slap horse): Drive!
"Hey, 19th Master, where are you taking us?"
Everyone (with eyes following): What? Where are you going to take him? Cut out his tongue? Feed the horse? Such cruel words. Sir, why not take us instead and spare that poor Qi Qi.
Two pieces of brocade (standing with arms akimbo and a serious expression): Hmph, it seems like this is the rhythm for eating meat. However, it's horse meat!
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Woo-hoo! I've seen everyone's enthusiastic comments, and I'm secretly thrilled. For a moment, I feel like I'm really popular! Hehe!
