Chapter 131 Do I also have the aura of a king?

Chapter 131 Do I also have the aura of a king?

Zhao Yushu walked in front with his hands behind his back, and behind him was a dejected young man.

He had just tried to escape three times, and then Zhao Yushu tried the acupoint pressing skills he had just learned on him three times. Although he did not use spiritual power, the strong finger force still made him groan.

"There's a saying in my hometown that things never happen more than three times. I gave you three chances, but you didn't seize them. So if you still want to run, you'd better be absolutely sure. Don't overestimate a monk's patience and ability to play tricks on others. Am I clear enough?"

"It's very clear, but sir, we have no grudges against each other, why are you punishing me? If you really wanted to punish me, couldn't you have just not saved me?"

Zhao Yushu laughed: "No special reason, I just feel bored and hungry, so I'm going to eat."

A moment later, the young man stood beside Zhao Yushu with hatred, watching Zhao Yushu devour a plate of stir-fried lamb with green onions, and even taking a sip of wine from time to time. Fragrant grease flowed out from the corners of Zhao's mouth and was wiped carelessly with a handkerchief. Why did it look so fragrant?

Seeing that the mutton on the plate was getting less and less, the boy swallowed his saliva more and more frequently, and finally couldn't help but said: "Young Master, big brother, you are a good man, even if there is no meat, at least leave some soup for me to eat with the steamed buns!"

Zhao Yushu wiped his mouth and said, "If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that this oil soup is perfect for dipping steamed buns. Waiter, give me two more steamed buns!"

The young man was about to cry and wanted to grab it immediately, but he had seen Zhao Yushu's hand speed three times. Three times in a row, he stared at his hand intently, but he was still acupunctured before he even saw its shadow.

Zhao Yushu scraped the last bit of soup from the plate neatly, clapped his hands, paid the bill and left. He was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he couldn't fight and he couldn't run away. What could he do?

In fact, Zhao Yushu did not want to deliberately make things difficult for the young man. It was just that seeing this clever child reminded him of the clever little Ji Leng from Dongdu, so he wanted to temper his temper. If there was a chance, he might as well bring him around and educate him well.

"You haven't answered me yet, how much money do you owe that boss, and why are so many people chasing you."

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing, thinking to himself, I can't run away, but it's okay if I don't say anything.

"You don't want to talk, right? The noodle shop is just two blocks away. You can take your time to think about it."

The boy was stunned and turned to look at the crowd behind him, hesitating whether to run again.

Finally, reason overcame impulse: "It was five days in total. I stole two steamed buns every day. He didn't notice it in the first two days. Then I ran fast in the next few days."

"You only eat two steamed buns a day, but you are still so energetic. It's great to be young. Ten steamed buns, with the rising food prices these days, probably cost three or four cents each."

Zhao Yushu talked to himself for a while, then turned to look at the young man: "When I was in Dongdu, I had a book boy. Although he was a book boy, I rarely went to the academy, so he helped me run errands everywhere. He paid me 50 cents a day. You are younger than him, and you don't seem to be as smart as him, but prices have risen. I'll give you a chance. How about running errands for me for 50 cents a day?"

The boy was stunned in place, then his eyes narrowed: "You are the one who takes pictures of flowers, right?"

Zhao Yushu almost vomited blood. I meant well, but how come you regarded me as a human trafficker?

Zhao Yushu was both angry and amused: "If you sell all your two taels of meat, will it be enough to earn fifty coins?"

The young man shook his head: "I don't believe that someone is so kind. I heard that some rich people have special hobbies, like..."

With a snap, Zhao Yushu slapped the boy on the head: "Shut up, I'm straight! There are so many beauties around me!"

"Are you married?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"There are so many beautiful women around you but you still don't get married, and you still say you are not one? Uncle, please have pity on me, I am so thin and ugly!"

Zhao Yushu never thought that he would be defeated on such a topic. Under the strange train of thought of this young man, his own defense seemed to become evidence.

"Anyway, ahem, I'm not interested in you. Not only that, I'm not interested in men either. Forget it, just go away. I don't want to bother with you anymore."

Zhao Yushu waved his hand to send him away, and the boy hurriedly ran back a few steps: "Then I'll leave?"

"Get out, get out!"

"I really left?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you!"

The boy turned around and ran, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the crowd.

Zhao Yushu laughed at himself, haha, he really thought of himself as the protagonist, he felt that wherever he went, his body would shake like a tiger, and his domineering aura would be revealed, so all the heroes and heroes would bow down to him and ask, "Big brother, please take me to heaven."

In fact, there are not so many bloody plots, and no one has such an outrageous personal charm. You think you are the human succubus Liu Huangshu.

Zhao Yushu shook his head, put his hands behind his back, picked a random direction and walked away.

After taking two steps, Zhao Yushu paused and asked, "Why are you coming back after leaving?"

"Is it true what you said about fifty cents a day?"

"Yes, but it doesn't include food and lodging."

The wall of Nanyang City is about 13 meters high and wide enough for eight horses to ride side by side. Looking down from the wall, the densely packed shacks form a black and gray expanse.

“Look, Mr. Qin, don’t these shacks look like a pile of dirt? Those untouchables are just like ants looking for food in the dirt. Isn’t it an eyesore? There should be a flood that rushes right through here and cleans it up.” The young Duke Wang Shaolin stood by the city wall, his pampered figure made him look quite handsome in a brocade robe. Behind him, Mr. Qin, the chief of Wangjiang Tower, was dressed in white like snow, carrying a broad long sword on his back. He looked indescribably elegant and refined.

If you only look at their figures, they are definitely the protagonists of the drama.

Mr. Qin frowned when he heard this: "Young Master, this is wrong."

Wang Shaolin turned his head slightly: "Oh? What do you think, Mr. Qin?"

"When dealing with ants, using water may cause some to escape. You should use fire."

Wang Shaolin's eyes lit up and he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, no wonder my father is so optimistic about Mr. Qin. What you said really touches my heart! But..."

"Young Master, if you have something to say, you can say it."

Wang Shaolin turned around and looked at the prosperous and clean city: "That Zhao Yushu is really an eyesore. If it weren't for the fact that he is from the academy, humph!"

"So what if he is from the academy? It won't be long before Nanyang is in chaos. Even if he is a disciple of the academy, but he is not good enough in learning and dies in the chaos, who can the academy hold responsible?"

"Mr. Qin is right, but I don't want to wait even for a day."

Mr. Qin smiled slightly and said, "Since the young master doesn't want to wait, then I will go to meet this arrogant academy master tonight. After all, even if he loses an arm or a leg, it won't affect his sharp tongue."

Wang Shaolin patted Mr. Qin on the shoulder and said, "You monks just like to fight and kill. Be clean. Your white clothes will be too eye-catching if they are stained with blood."

Zhao Yushu had no idea that Mr. Qin had planned to come to see him in the evening, and he took the young man straight back to the noodle shop. The young man arrogantly took out a small dime and handed it to the boss. This was the advance payment Zhao Yushu had given him.

"My Lord, where are we going next?"

"Find a place to wash off your smelly body first, and buy yourself some clean clothes. I'll take you to dinner tonight. Don't lose face for me, the young master. By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Mu Yao. Mu means "He Miao" and Yao means "faraway". You can just call me A Yao."

"This name is fine. It would be the protagonist in any novel. Ah Yao, my surname is Zhao, and my given name is Yu Shu. You can call me whatever you want."

A Yao thought for a moment and said, "Then can I call you Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Yushu was stunned: "This name sounds friendly. Okay, just call me that. Go to work, and find me at Nanyang Academy when you're done."