Chapter 40 I, Zhao Duan, have done my best all my life, so why should I explain it to you
The next day, early morning.
Zhao family, in the bedroom.
The rising sunlight shines through the window paper and onto the face of Zhao Duan, who is sleeping soundly on the brocade bed, making his handsome features shine brightly.
"yawn……"
Zhao Duan woke up slowly and stared at the window curtain, recalling last night's experience.
After going to Zhao Yamen to meet Ma Yan, he handed over the official letter and briefly described the whole story.
After being criticized by the court officials for being "moody", King Ma Yama's face suddenly turned into a spring breeze. He was overjoyed and discussed the follow-up details with him.
Zhao Duan fought for it again.
In the end, Xu was thinking of Sun Lianying, and Ma Yan agreed that he would take the lead in the case.
After a lot of trouble, it was already late at night when I got home.
Zhao Duan was so exhausted that he didn't even do the daily visualization practice and slept until dawn.
At this time, he got up and dressed, opened the door and walked towards the dining room.
He is not worried about missing breakfast. The rules of the Zhao family are:
The cook will prepare breakfast in advance, and the whole family can eat it after Zhao Duan wakes up.
If he doesn't wake up, Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan will be waiting.
"It's simply the most evil life of a landlord and a wealthy man..."
Zhao Duan was filled with emotions.
At this time, I suddenly heard a slight sound of wind.
I saw him in the small martial arts field in the spacious atrium of the Zhao family.
Zhao Pan, a girl in single clothes, was serious about her business, brandishing a dagger and attacking the erected scarecrow.
The early morning sunshine shines on the girl's figure, which is beginning to take shape, and her beautiful face, revealing her pure and natural beauty.
A yellowed book was spread out on the ground next to Zhao Pan. Zhao Duan glanced at it and remembered that it was a book given to him by his father when he was practicing martial arts.
It is also one of the methods for getting started in martial arts and is not expensive.
After passing the cuteness stage, just throw it away without knowing where it is at home.
The wind blew, and the "martial arts secret book" that the girl dug out from nowhere and regarded as a treasure flew flying.
Zhao Pan was concentrating on imitating the movements of the villain in the booklet, breathing and waving the dagger at the same time.
Looking fierce and serious, he suddenly stabbed the scarecrow between the legs with a knife. Zhao Duan felt a chill in his crotch, suspecting that this crazy girl thought the scarecrow was herself.
"cough."
Zhao Duan deliberately made a sound, Zhao Pan's crystal round ears twitched, and he ignored it, chopping harder and harder.
"Hey, when did you learn to practice martial arts? This posture is not standard, and neither are the weapons. Looking at the world, which martial arts master uses a dagger?" Zhao Duan laughed.
Zhao Pan gritted his teeth and pretended not to hear.
"Tsk, tsk, are you deaf? Let Brother Wei test your practice skills."
Zhao Duan raised his hand, sprayed air from his palm, and rolled up a green bamboo pole under the corridor.
Peng... started with the bamboo stick and swept his arms across.
With a "Woo" sound, Po Feng hit the girl with an astonishing force.
Zhao Pan was startled and hurriedly moved to dodge.
But without a master, how can a girl who can only figure things out on her own and have no resources to nourish her body have any "quality"?
It's not even a flower stand, how can you escape?
Zhao Duan was soon swung with a bamboo pole, which made him confused, and he completely forgot all the "martial arts moves" that he had memorized in his mind.
She was just hurriedly waving the dagger, like a bastard punching randomly, trying to resist, but the wind leaked from all directions, and none of them could be blocked. The bamboo pole hit her everywhere on the body, causing endless pain.
The girl bit her lip tightly and never cried out the pain. Two lines of tears rolled down her fair cheeks.
Several servants at home noticed, but they all remained silent, as if they were quail-like and did not dare to step forward to stop him - this was not the first time that Dalang had beaten the young lady.
At this time, Eugene Hua, who was notified by the servant, hurried along the corridor.
The beautiful woman caught a glimpse of this scene from a distance and whined, her eyes were red, and her eyes were full of pain.
"Boring."
Zhao Duan took a deep breath and dropped the green bamboo pole without any interest.
Immediately, without looking back, he strode towards the door and said calmly: "I have an appointment outside today, so I won't eat at home." Behind him, Eugene Hua rushed to her daughter and hugged her:
"Does it hurt? I'll give you some medicine."
Zhao Pan said nothing, staring at Zhao Duan's back in the distance, his autumn eyes filled with tears.
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far away.
The moment Zhao Duan turned around, his frivolous and frivolous demeanor disappeared.
Outsiders only thought that he was beating the young lady again, but if a truly knowledgeable martial artist were present, they would see at a glance that Zhao Duan's stick seemed to be terrifying, but in fact it was just a hint of water.
Rather than hitting randomly, he accurately poked the main meridians of the girl's body.
"Silly girl, can you practice martial arts blindly on your own? The blood and qi all over your body are so clogged... If you don't need external force to clear it out, you will be paralyzed..."
Zhao Duan curled his lips.
He beat him hard with strong winds and rain. Although Zhao Pan suffered some pain, his meridians were all open.
The girl couldn't notice it at the moment. When the synaesthesia passed, she would understand. He didn't bother to explain.
Of course, the more important reason for not explaining is:
He needs to change his personality little by little and not become too abrupt, otherwise it will easily make his family suspicious.
After all, the original owner’s signature line is:
“I, Zhao Duan, have done my best all my life, so why should I explain it to you!”
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Leave the house.
Zhao Duan walked along the street towards a civilian teahouse three streets away.
It was early in the morning and there were not many people around. Zhao Duan went straight to the second floor and ordered a pot of good tea, several plates of pastries, and a large plate of melon seeds, while he ate and waited.
As the sun rises, there are more and more guests in the building.
When the bored Zhao Duan used melon seed peels to place a simple drawing of the empress on the table, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the street outside the window!
A large group of officials dismounted outside the building and filed in.
The shopkeeper was a discerning man. He recognized them as the famous "Kings of Hell" from the imperial edicts in the capital. His heart skipped a beat and he smiled flatteringly:
"My lords, would you like some tea?"
"Get out of the way!"
The leader, Jin Yi, had an expressionless face and no smile. His sharp eyes swept across the first floor before running up to the second floor.
This commotion frightened the guests to the point where they were already trembling and hiding in fear. They even did not dare to drink tea. They stood up one after another, wanting to escape but not daring.
He was afraid of being targeted by these lawless kings of Yama.
Since the establishment of Zhao Yamen, it has gained a bad reputation.
Even high-ranking officials in the court would tremble when they see him, let alone ordinary people?
People can be arrested and thrown into jail for any given reason. It is said that if a child in the city cries, just mention the four words "Chao Ya Yan Wang" and he will stop crying immediately. The deterrence is evident.
"Your Majesty! You are here!"
At this moment, the eyes of the first military attache from Baihu, who was wearing a flying fish suit, holding a long sword in his hand and a "bronze medal" hanging on his waist, lit up and a warm smile appeared on his face.
When he came to the window, he clasped his fists and raised his hands, and said in a low voice: "I am a humble official in Zhoucang, an official of hundreds of households. I met the envoy last night. On the orders of the governor of my family, I came with the crowd and waited for your orders!"
A group of fierce-looking officials behind them also put on humble smiles, and all clasped their fists in salute:
"I've seen you, sir!"
The building was silent for a moment.
By the window.
Zhao Duan, who deliberately changed into a low-key and restrained robe and was sitting alone having tea, looked at this scene, raised his hand to wipe away the pattern on the table, and frowned.
He didn't like the way officials in this era looked like tigers, and the people were afraid of them, but he knew better that the limitations of the times did not change based on personal likes and dislikes.
"I don't like to show off." Zhao Duan said calmly.
Zhou Cang was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, are you making trouble with me?
Everyone in the capital knows that Prince Zhao, the White Horse Supervisor, likes to show off the most.
Although he cursed in his heart, he immediately turned around and ordered the large group of wolf-like officials behind him to drive them out of the building and wait.
"Sit down." Zhao Duan relaxed his brows and said calmly:
"How's the matter I want you to investigate?"
Thanks to Master Cang for the 100-coin reward!
(End of this chapter)