Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 59: Leaving After the Matter is Settled

Xin Zhuo's handwriting was originally ugly, but after being friends with Sun Wu for a while, it has become somewhat decent, the kind that can be understood regardless of one's level of knowledge.

For the first poem, since it was Xiao Li Hua who proposed writing poetry, of course, I have to give her face, praise women a bit, and give her some sense of identification.

The second poem is a bit difficult to choose. The entire "Pipa Xing," "Tengwang Ge Xu," "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye," and the like can make it more impressive, but there are too many characters and it's tiring to write. I've also forgotten some parts, and it's not appropriate in this situation. After all, I'm here to rob, so I can't have high expectations.

It's too simple, and I feel like it doesn't express enough of my experience as a thief breaking into the prefectural city. I might as well delete some parts and write the second half.

Then I took three steps back and took another look. I found myself disgusted. It turns out that Wen Chao Gong is not suitable for me.

Countless pairs of eyes in the hall curiously looked over. This young man's martial arts far exceeded his age, and he was also handsome. According to normal logic, his knowledge should be vulgar and low, but he shouldn't excel in everything. If his poetry talent is also outstanding, what kind of family could have nurtured him?

Unfortunately, the white wall was at a special angle and was mostly blocked by Xin Zhuo, so they could only vaguely see a few characters. Everyone couldn't help but itch with curiosity.

On the other side, the sister who was proficient in calligraphy had already finished copying and hurriedly went upstairs.

After a while, a girl's voice came from above, "Young Master, the young lady invites you!"

Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that he passed the test. He walked up the stairs and followed the girl to Xiao Li Hua's room.

As soon as Xin Zhuo left, there was a sound of tables, chairs, and benches being moved downstairs, and the crowd rushed up. Even the sisters who were there to please the guests and sell their bodies followed suit.

"Don't push, it's mine, I was here first!"

A burly man quickly stepped forward and was the first to reach the white wall. He widened his eyes and looked around, then turned around and asked, "How do you pronounce this?"

It turned out that he couldn't read.

Shangguan Fanqing, Zhu Qing, and the other young masters also squeezed forward. At this moment, Jiang Hezhu, the young master, recited the first poem while patting his folding fan:

"Clouds imagine clothes, flowers imagine beauty, the spring breeze brushes the threshold, dew is thick.

If not seen on the mountain of jade, I would meet under the moon on the Yao Terrace."

After reciting it, he tasted it briefly and wanted to refute it a bit, to regain some of the face he inexplicably lost, but he couldn't find a place to refute. He couldn't help but say, "Good! Wonderful! The poem doesn't mention beauty at all, but praises the beautiful woman as a Celestial Immortal. It has profound skill, concise and grand language, and can rival ten scholars from the prefectural school."

"Good!"

The people around couldn't help but applaud, even if they were usually proud and arrogant.

The maid, Haitang, widened her eyes and said, "Ah, this..."

Shangguan Fanqing frowned in confusion and asked, "How is it? Is the poem about the red-braised pork by the young master good?"

"It... it's better, this young man is amazing." Haitang blushed inexplicably. The poem seemed to be improvised, but there must be a reference point. I was the only girl closest to him just now. Could it be that he was referring to me?

Jiang Hezhu continued to recite the next poem:

"Zhao Ke wears a Hu-style headdress, the Wu hook shines with frost and snow.

The silver saddle reflects the white horse, swift and dazzling like a shooting star.

Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles without leaving a trace.

After the matter is settled, brush off the clothes and hide deeply with no name..."

After reciting it, the entire hall fell silent.

The "Zhao Ke" and "Wu hook" in the poem should refer to someone and a certain weapon, which was unfamiliar, but the following lines "Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles without leaving a trace. After the matter is settled, brush off the clothes and hide deeply with no name."

The bold and straightforward style, the disregard for fame and reputation, was too imposing and too unrestrained. It was truly in line with the taste of a practitioner, and it left a lot of room for imagination.

"A kindred spirit! This poem is a portrayal of daddy's life! How does that young man understand me so well? Thinking of my heroic Sun Dalu's life..." The burly man who had rushed to the front was scratched at an itchy spot and couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fanqing also sighed slightly.

The poem seems to be unfinished, but it's too impressive.

"I want to meet that young man and exchange insights with him..." someone shouted upstairs.

However, at this moment, a louder voice of panic came from upstairs: "Oh no! That young master has kidnapped Little Pear Blossom!"

"Uh..."

The crowd downstairs stood still, dumbfounded.

"Leave after the incident, hide your achievements and fame." Does that mean kidnapping the courtesan and running away?

"Thud!"

Xin Zhuo carried the courtesan on his shoulder, jumped cleanly out of the window, followed the retreat route given by Murong Xiu, displayed his light body technique, bounced and flickered, heading straight for the dark deserted garden behind.

The scene of him meeting Little Pear Blossom was unremarkable. This courtesan couldn't be called ugly, but she wasn't very beautiful either. She belonged to the type that looked beautiful with makeup on, but average without it. However, there was a kind of itchiness in her eyebrows, eyes, and demeanor that was tantalizing but unattainable.

When she saw him, the courtesan's eyes brightened and she slightly bowed: "Young master..."

"Are you Little Pear Blossom?"

"Yes, this servant is!"

"If it's you, then it's right!"

Xin Zhuo swung his hand down, carried her and walked away. He had tolerated you for a long time, why did you have to recite poetry? Daddy is just a member of the Fulong Gang.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the Zui Xin Tower. Presumably, those people didn't expect him to kidnap someone. Were they panicking?

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but speed up his pace. There was an alley ahead. Several people flashed to the end and were about to turn, but collided with someone.

He smelled a familiar fragrance at the tip of his nose. Surprised, he looked and saw Su Miaojin's graceful figure and beautiful face. In a panic, she stumbled and fell, with her left leg raised and her right leg curled.

Xin Zhuo was somewhat dazed. He actually encountered her? This scene was so similar to when they were in the Fulong Gang.

Seeing Su Miaojin about to fall, Xin Zhuo freed his right hand and grabbed her waist.

With fluttering clothes and flying long hair, Su Miaojin also saw him and couldn't help but be stunned: "You..."

"Miss!"

"Can Lang Lang..."

The guards and maidservants behind them finally noticed and rushed over shouting in unison.

Xin Zhuo inexplicably helped Su Miaojin up and scratched the palm of her hand: "A girl should walk with guards and maidservants at night. Do you want to be kidnapped by me again? Haha..."

In a flicker, they disappeared into the night.

"Miss, are you alright?"

A group of eighth-grade guards finally arrived and were about to chase after them.

"No need to chase! You can't beat him."

Su Miaojin tidied her hair and felt a tingling sensation in the palm of her hand that Xin Zhuo scratched. Even half of her body felt numb. She couldn't help but curse silently, "Little thief."

"What kind of person is this person, that he can resist others..." The close maidservant Dong Ling looked at Su Miaojin with lingering fear, afraid that she had been injured.

Su Miaojin subconsciously looked towards the direction of Zui Xin Tower: "Go to Zui Xin Tower and ask what happened?"

...

Following the agreement, Xin Zhuo deliberately took a secluded path and quickly arrived at the dog hole in the northwest corner of the city wall. Murong Xiu had been waiting for a while, holding a sleeping little boy and carrying a pile of bottles and jars.

"Boss, how did it go? Did you encounter any trouble or experts in the city?"

"It went fine. No one recognized me. But there are two experts in Zui Xin Tower, one is a seventh-grade young master, and the other is probably a seventh or sixth-rank youth..."

Xin Zhuo was referring to Jiang Hezhu and Shangguan Fanqing. He naturally noticed that the two had the strongest Blood Qi. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Oh, there's also a little girl who followed me all the way, annoying with a mole at the corner of her mouth."

"A mole at the corner of her mouth?" Murong Xiu was taken aback. "Single eyelids, about my height, likes to wear a yellow peach blossom brocade dress..."

Xin Zhuo nodded. "How did you know? I have the urge to make her cry."

Murong Xiu: "..."

(End of this chapter)