Chapter 136 Chess Game
Seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, Dean Wang tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and said, "If everything goes according to the rules, the young Duke is an outsider, and even if Governor Lan really supports him with all his strength, he can't cause any trouble in Nanyang."
"That's right," the last middle-aged man who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up. He was tall and strong, and at this moment he was only wearing a single layer of clothing, with his clothes open to reveal his chest. "No matter if he is a duke or a prince, if he wants to cause trouble here, we won't give him any benefits. He can just dream on."
Dean Wang glanced at him and said, "Your father is a gentle man, how could he raise such a rough man like you?"
The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "My father said that I am not smart and I am not good at studying, but I can fight. Even if Mr. Qin comes, he will not be able to get the upper hand from me."
"Did your father tell you to sit still and not interrupt?"
"I told you."
"Then shut up!" Dean Wang couldn't help but hold his forehead. This rough man was the son of Nanyang's number one jeweler. His father was a Confucian businessman who made jewelry, such a vulgar item, a favorite of literati and scholars, but the son did not inherit his father's literary talent and business ability. Fortunately, he married a good wife to run the family.
But although he is not good at literature or martial arts, he is quite talented. Although he is not as gifted as those geniuses, he has reached the sixth level when he is over 40 years old. However, he is afraid that he cannot pass the threshold of the sixth level.
Today his father was ill, so he asked this silly son to come and sit in. The core idea was to listen more and talk less, and just support whatever Dean Wang said.
"Speaking of Mr. Qin, this is the trouble I mentioned," Dean Wang sighed. "I originally thought that we were all on the chessboard, and we could just fight back and forth, but Mr. Qin's move tonight really overturned the table and took advantage of our weak spot."
The old lady frowned: "He didn't get any advantage tonight."
"Yes, not tonight, but what about tomorrow night? Mr. Qin can attack in the street without any scruples, but do we dare to assassinate the young Duke?"
Everyone was smart, and they figured out the key points after just a little hint. This little duke was coming with a fierce momentum, and he didn't care about the so-called rules at all. Whoever makes me unhappy, I will just chop him up, what can you do? Chop me up? Do you know about Nine Clans Candy Crush?
Even though the Tang Dynasty's prestige was declining, it still maintained a strong deterrent force at least on the surface. As long as you don't want to rebel, you have to consider the laws of the court. But Wang Shaolin was different. His father allowed him to ignore the laws of the court to a large extent.
"Dean Wang, do you have any solution?" Boss Lu suddenly felt a little regretful. Did he place the bet too early? What if Zhao Yushu couldn't hold on and was killed by the young Duke? The loss of money would be a small matter, but what if he heard the news of his strong support?
"I am not worried that Zhao Yushu will not be able to stop Mr. Qin. What I am worried about is that the young Duke will overturn the table. All our previous arrangements may fail. No one knows what he will do next. In some ways, he is more difficult to deal with than his father, Duke Yue."
Boss Lu hesitated for a long time: "Dean Wang, my daughter has already discussed the conditions with Zhao Yushu tonight. If I stop now, will Dongdu have any excuses?"
Before Dean Wang could reply, the old lady snorted coldly, "Boss Lu, the most important thing to do when achieving great things is to avoid looking ahead and behind. Just do it and don't regret it. Where is your magnanimity just now!"
Boss Lu stood up hurriedly: "What the old lady taught me is that I was confused for a moment, so let's go with the original plan. Dean Wang will be responsible for persuading the governor to agree to our plan, and I will be responsible for transporting the grain in. As for how to stop the counterattack of the young Duke, it depends on you all."
There is a Jiangnan-style manor in the north of Nanyang City. The owner is a local celebrity who once served as an official in Jiangning and was a close friend of Duke Yue. When Wang Shaolin came this time, he declined the residence arranged by the prefect and moved directly into this garden.
Wang Shaolin was sitting in his bedroom at this time, with a beautiful girl on each side serving him with pen and ink to write an inscription on a painting.
"Young Master, why don't you go to the study to do such elegant things?" Mr. Qin walked in with a big sword on his back. The wound on his neck had been bandaged, and there was nothing wrong with his legs.
"You don't understand this. This is called the joy of the boudoir."
Mr. Qin frowned and said, "Although I have little education, I know that the joy of a boudoir should not be like this."
"Hahaha, when we get back to Jiangning, I'll send Mr. Qin a few Qinhuai beauties, and then you'll know. You guys go down first."
The two beauties bowed and walked out of the room. Mr. Qin flicked his hand and the door closed with a click.
Wang Shaolin solemnly stamped his personal seal on the painting: "How is it?"
"Let him run away."
"Oh? He actually managed to escape from Mr. Qin? I remember Mr. Qin said he was in the third heaven."
"General Sun and his cavalry just happened to arrive, so it's not convenient to take action."
Wang Shaolin picked up the painting and looked around. He was very satisfied with his inscription: "Some people in the court have always been against my father. The general is the most enthusiastic one. It's not surprising that General Sun challenged me."
"give me one more chance."
Wang Shaolin put down the painting and said, "Mr. Qin, don't take a small loss too seriously. Besides, since you didn't succeed tonight, he must have been on guard and might have hidden himself."
Mr. Qin was a little unhappy: "Are we just going to let him go like this?"
"Let him go? Hahahaha," Wang Shaolin patted Mr. Qin's arm. "If you offend me, death is the least you can do. No matter what these country bumpkins want to do, we will just smash the chessboard and force the untouchables outside to rebel. By then, are you still afraid that Zhao Yushu won't jump out on his own?"
"Now?"
"Now, we just have to wait."
As the sky was about to brighten, Zhao Yushu slowly opened his eyes. After regulating his breathing for half the night, the blood clots on his waist had been completely dissolved by his spiritual power, and his injured internal organs had also been mostly repaired. He even felt vaguely stronger than before.
It was twice as fast as he expected, which was most likely due to Minghong's work. After all, he had a trace of divinity, and the trace of divine will in the spiritual power provided by Minghong had a miraculous effect on the restoration of the divinity.
Zhao Yushu let out a long sigh. Although the two seemed evenly matched last night, he was actually defeated. Madam Xu and Stepping Shadow were not sure of succeeding in one strike. If he didn't risk seriously injuring the opponent, it seemed that he had no other choice but to run away.
As an agile hero, you may not need head-on combat methods, but you at least need control methods.
Zhao Yushu took out the secret book of Tanyun Hand, turned to the chapter on finger techniques, and looked again at the two words that he had practiced before but had not mastered: acupoint pressing.
In my previous life, a great writer wrote a book. In the book, the male protagonist who was a sister-con had a family that was very good at fingering. The two unique fingering techniques passed down in the family were used in several books. Should I also come up with something similar?
Zhao Yushu activated Madam Xu, and a sharp spiritual power slowly surged out and gradually gathered at his fingertips under his efforts to control it.