Chapter 286 The posture of the winner

Chapter 286 The posture of the winner

Zhao Yushu himself couldn't tell whether it was a naked choke or a guillotine, after all, he was not particularly familiar with modern sports competitions.

But anyway, the effect was very good. The opponent was locked tightly from behind and couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

Amid the surprised or delighted gazes of the surrounding playboys, the big guard was unable to fully utilize his advantages and was strangled to death and fainted.

Zhao Yushu walked around the stage with his hands raised high to receive applause. Although there were no flowers, he still lost himself in the shouts of praise. It would have been even more perfect if someone had raised one of their hands at this time.

The princess never expected that her two royal guards who had followed her all the way from their hometown would be defeated so miserably and yet so cleanly, but she couldn't blame these people. They had tried their best. In order to protect themselves in Siyue Pavilion, they even had to accept the cruel punishment of foreign slaves in the Tang Dynasty and lost their dignity as men. Today, they lost the dignity of guards.

The last guard looked at the sad expression of his princess and thought of the humiliation he had suffered along the way. He could no longer bear it. He roared, pulled out the dagger hidden in his arms, and pounced on Zhao Yushu who had his back to him.

There was a click, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and the clang of a dagger hitting the bluestone floor.

Zhao Yushu threw away the half-broken bench in his hand and his eyes turned cold.

The playboys around also stopped their cheerful smiles and cheers, and stared at the guard who was lying on the ground and twitching like hungry wolves.

A foreign slave drew his sword and slashed at a Tang person in a place of entertainment. This had happened before during the 400 years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty. The direct consequence of such behavior was the destruction of the country and the family.

The Hu princess was stunned, then she knelt down in front of Zhao Yushu and said, "It is my fault for not disciplining him properly. He is so eager to protect his master. Please don't take it personally!"

Zhao Yushu said in a cold voice: "You want money, I said I have it."

The princess trembled like a sieve and dared not respond.

"If you want to fight, I'll go on stage too."

The princess nodded frantically, tears falling.

"You ask the questions and I'll solve them. Is that okay?" Zhao Yushu grabbed the princess' arm, lifted her up from the ground and pressed her onto a bench. "Mr. Xue, lend me a hundred taels of silver."

Young Master Xue sneered, took out a silver note from his pocket and handed it over.

Zhao Yushu stuffed the banknote into the princess's hand and said, "I have solved the problem. It's your turn."

The princess' fingers were stiff, and the silver note was clenched tightly into a ball, soaked with sweat.

Zhao Yushu moved a stool and sat opposite her: "Of course, you can also deny the debt, and then bet whether the person behind you dares to enter this door."

Zhao Yushu looked outside the door, and everyone's eyes followed him. A man who was obviously dressed as a Liao person was standing among the crowd of onlookers outside. He was immediately stared at by a group of eyes and could not move forward or backward.

The person who came was certainly not Yelu Yan, but just an assistant officer in the Liao Kingdom's diplomatic delegation stationed in the Tang Dynasty. When he heard that someone was making trouble in Siyue Pavilion and was going to fight with the princess's guards, he ran over without stopping, just to be able to show up at the critical moment just in case.

If Zhao Yushu could win by defeating three enemies at once, he would come out as an envoy from Liao to persuade these playboys to put the overall situation first, put some pressure on them, and then promise them some benefits, and the matter would be over.

But now the hot-headed guard actually used a knife, which escalated the situation into a very serious one.

But he was an envoy after all, and his mind was quick. He immediately wanted to go out through the back door and find a chance to talk to Zhao Yushu in private and let the princess go. As for the guard, he would just throw him to them to vent his anger.

But Zhao Yushu actually revealed his whereabouts in public. If he forced himself to show up at this time, he would only have two choices: either suppress it or admit defeat on behalf of the princess.

Judging from the excitement inside and outside Siyue Pavilion, whether the former can be accomplished is another matter, but the latter will bring shame to the Liao Kingdom and he will definitely be severely punished when he returns.

Or just give the princess to him. She is just a princess of a small country, or even a country without a country. As long as she doesn't talk nonsense.

The princess looked at the expression of the Liao envoy outside the door. She, who had been tempered by setbacks and had become extremely shrewd, immediately understood her own fate. She could not help but laugh at herself, and her tears fell on the dagger on the ground.

This knife is fast enough.

A princess should have the dignity of a princess even if her country has been destroyed.

So she bent down.

Then she saw a hand grab the dagger.

"This knife is good." Zhao Yushu picked up the dagger and looked at it back and forth. It was a finely crafted steel knife that was forged a hundred times. It could definitely be said to be able to cut iron like mud. It was considered the best among mortal weapons.

The princess looked as pale as death, and her last hope was gone.

"I want to say a few words to him, please translate it for him." Zhao Yushu looked at the guard lying on the ground with a gloomy face and said to the princess.

"Please stop insulting him."

"You used the word 'again' poorly. Your Chinese teacher is incompetent. I'll deduct one point from you. Ask him if, in your customs, you give your weapon to your opponent if you lose a duel. Don't answer it yourself. I want him to tell you."

The princess was stunned for a moment, but finally said something in gibberish. The guards were quite puzzled after listening to her, but finally shook their heads.

Zhao Yushu was so angry that he wanted to kick him: "You don't need to translate. No matter if I had it before, now I have it. This knife is mine, Master Xue."

Zhao Yushu waved his hand and threw the dagger over, and Young Master Xue hurriedly caught it.

"Is this knife worth a hundred taels?"

Young Master Xue caressed the pattern on the blade lovingly and said, "It's easy to get a lot of money, but it's hard to get a knife."

Zhao Yushu laughed: "It's just one hundred taels. I don't owe you any money."

After saying that, he pulled the guard up from the ground and said, "The sword is good, but your sword skills are not so good. You should practice hard later. As for you..."

Zhao Yushu turned his head and looked at the extremely embarrassed Liao envoy outside the door: "If you don't have the courage, don't think about being someone's backer. You'll only make others laugh."

The Liao envoy's face immediately turned red, and he wanted to rush up and fight with Zhao Yushu immediately, but he really didn't have the courage.

The Liao envoy gnashed his teeth and looked at Zhao Yushu: "May I ask your name, sir?"

"Bai Jintang, are you going to make some harsh remarks and then run away? Why don't you save your breath and just get out of here."

The Liao envoy kept his harsh words to himself and could only stamp his feet and walk away.

"The annoying person is gone." Zhao Yushu picked up the wine pot from a table that was still intact and poured himself a glass.

"The girl said that if I win, she would invite me to her room for a drink. I won't go to her room today, so this glass of wine..."

Zhao Yushu raised the glass and drank it all.

"It's on your account, Brother Zheng, let's go!"

Zheng Pan stared blankly at Zhao Yushu's brilliant performance, then waved his sleeves and left in a very casual manner at the last moment, and was dragged out of Siyue Pavilion amid the shouts of "Young Master Xue, wait a moment!"

The princess sat where she was, with three guards standing respectfully behind her. No one disturbed her or cleaned up the mess.

After a long time, the princess chuckled, picked up Zhao Yushu's glass, filled it with wine, and drank it all in one gulp with tears.