On the second floor, next to the bookshelf.
Xiaodie was holding a book in her hands, her face was pale, and she was looking at the four people in front of her with panic.
She didn't even know these people.
However, just when she was reading seriously, she suddenly heard a surprised voice in her ears: "Hey, isn't this the little maid we met at Luoliu Bridge last time?"
Then, these four scholars dressed in Confucian robes and holding folding fans suddenly surrounded them.
The four of them stared at her intently, with surprise and delight on their faces, and then they looked her over unscrupulously.
"Hey, it's really the little maid from last time! Look at her appearance, she is even more charming and plump than the last time I saw her."
"If you hadn't told me, I would have almost failed to recognize her. Last time she was a young girl, but now she is a pretty young lady about to blossom. Her face and figure have both developed well."
One of them even stared at her feet under her skirt, laughing shamelessly: "My brothers, ever since we parted on the bridge that day, my soul seems to have been seduced by this little girl. You know, I love this kind of petite and tender little girl the most in my life, especially this little foot under the skirt. If I hold it in my hand and play with it, that feeling..."
Xiaodie was frightened. She held the book in her hand tightly and was forced to lean against the bookshelf behind her.
She shouted in panic, but dared not shout again.
She was afraid that the young master would come down after hearing this and get into an argument with these four people, thus causing trouble.
Her humble status, inferiority complex, and fear of others since childhood are engraved in her bones.
She didn't dare to cause trouble, let alone implicate the young master.
Although the people in the Qin Mansion are very kind to both the master and the servant, the young master is, after all, a daughter-in-law and has a low status.
What should I do if I really provoke a powerful person in Mo City
So she didn't dare to say anything else, just hoping that these people in front of her would just tease her a few times and leave.
But what the four people said next made her even more frightened.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, don't scare the girl. Ask her whose maid she is first."
"The last time I saw her, she was following a young man. The young man looked young and was also a scholar. However, his clothes didn't look very good. I wonder where he bought such a pretty little girl."
"I guess it was bought when it was still young, so it didn't cost much. Brother Zhang, your family is rich, so it's up to you this time."
The four of them chuckled and began to discuss buying her unscrupulously in front of her.
It’s not that these four people are brave, but that this is the way the world is.
She's just a lowly little maid.
In this era, even concubines can be given to each other by friends. It is just a matter of words or spur of the moment.
If it was someone's legal wife, the four men would certainly not dare to speak so wildly in public.
"Little girl, where is your master? Is he not here? Which mansion are you from?"
One of the scholars asked with a smile.
The waiter who was following them seemed to know these four scholars, but didn't dare to say anything.
Of course, in his opinion, this is nothing.
For these literati who are praised as talented, these are all romantic stories. If they are spread out, not only will they not be criticized or gossiped about, but they will also be regarded as a literary anecdote.
"A talented man met a little maid in a store one day. He did not despise her humble status and fell in love with her at first sight. So he generously donated money to redeem her from a mean and cruel master, and then took her home and loved her in every way..."
If this talented person becomes famous and becomes renowned all over the world, then this small shop will also become famous all over the world.
As for whether the talented scholar got tired of the little maid and gave her away or abandoned her, naturally no one would pursue the matter.
Just a cheap maid.
As the waiter was thinking this, he suddenly discovered that there was a person in front of him.
There were clearly only four scholars, how come there is one more
He looked up in surprise and his face changed suddenly.
The real master is here!
But it should be okay. Even if there is a dispute between scholars, at most they would just bicker, discuss poetry, or curse at each other.
Fights rarely occur.
Because their literary image and frail bodies do not allow it.
Even if a fight really breaks out, it will just be pushing and shoving, and there will be no bloodshed.
The most powerful thing about a writer is his mouth, not his hands.
What's more, she is just a little maid, and there are four people on the other side. Anyone who is a little smart will not turn hostile.
It's unnecessary and not worth it.
"Little girl, I am talking to you. Raise your head. Which family are you from?"
A tall scholar became impatient when he saw that the little maid didn't say anything. While speaking, he reached out to hook her chin.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, another hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his hand.
The tall scholar thought it was one of his own people joking. When he turned around and was about to laugh and scold, he suddenly screamed "Ah" and his face changed drastically!
Suddenly, there was a piercing pain in my hand!
“Crack!”
He even heard the sound of his palm bones being dislocated!
This shrill scream immediately scared the other three people nearby!
The three of them shuddered and looked hurriedly in the direction of the arm.
Then, I saw a somewhat familiar figure.
The handsome boy's face looked calm, but his eyes revealed a look that made them feel uneasy.
"You...what are you doing?"
One of the scholars came to his senses and asked hurriedly.
But he was out of breath, and due to the sudden shock just now, his voice was trembling.
The other two were also frightened by the sudden appearance of this young man and his aura, and they were speechless for a moment.
Luo Qingzhou stared at the four young men who were just full of vigor and laughter. Seeing their frightened, timid and weak appearance, he thought to himself: No wonder I always heard people ridicule me before, saying that I am a weak scholar, weak in body and short of breath, and useless. It turns out that I am really so unbearable. In the eyes of warriors, I am just like a clown... Fortunately, from now on, I will never be like this again...
"Let...let go! Brother Zhang, Brother Qian, quickly...quickly let him let go..."
The tall scholar whose palm was grabbed turned pale with pain, his body trembled, and his voice was already filled with tears.
The other three scholars reacted immediately after a brief moment of shock.
"My dear brother, a gentleman should use words instead of fists. Why do you fight as soon as you meet? How rude and disrespectful!"
Zhang Caizi, who had freckles on his nose, immediately shouted in a stern voice, looking very righteous.
"Bang!"
Unexpectedly, just as he raised his head and chest out and finished speaking, Luo Qingzhou suddenly kicked him in the stomach, causing his body to bend and slide backwards on the floor like a shrimp. Then he fell to the ground with a "bang", his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
The other two scholars had already rolled up their sleeves, ready to rely on their numbers to fight back verbally and physically, but when they saw this, their hearts trembled, their faces changed drastically, and their momentum and courage instantly wilted...
“Kneel down!”
At this moment, Luo Qingzhou suddenly glared, his aura surged, his face like an angry tiger, his voice like thunder, resounding through the eardrums and striking the soul!
The two scholars, who were already terrified, were suddenly frightened by this, and their legs suddenly softened, their bodies softened, and they knelt down involuntarily...
This roar, like thunder and like a ferocious beast, not only scared the two scholars, but also the waiter next to them and the scholar whose hand was pinched by Luo Qingzhou.
The waiter's legs started shaking and he almost fell to his knees, but he woke up immediately.
This has nothing to do with him!
The scholar whose hand was pinched by Luo Qingzhou was already trembling with pain and fear. He was frightened again and his whole body trembled. There was a "hiss" sound between his legs and he lost control of his bladder...
Of course, Xiaodie next to her was also quite frightened.
Luo Qingzhou saw that the first test of the warrior's aura had such an effect, and he once again felt lucky.
At this time, he let go of his hand.
The scholar, who was so frightened that he had incontinence, suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground, trembling and looking pale.
Luo Qingzhou looked at the four people on the ground with a complicated look in his eyes and an even more complicated feeling in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was like this too.
I didn’t know it at the time, and I thought it was an honor for a talented writer. Now, looking back, I realize how ridiculous it was.
This era is ultimately the era of warriors.
Even if you are full of talent, what’s the use if you are weak and frail, and get scared by a warrior’s shout
"Where is the martial arts stone?"
He didn't linger any longer and looked at the waiter who was standing blankly on the stairs.
The waiter was startled and came down quickly. He bowed his head and respectfully handed the wrapped martial arts stone to him.
"Xiaodie, let's go."
Luo Qingzhou packed up the things, pulled the little girl, who still looked frightened, downstairs, and left the store.
Practice!
Keep practicing!
Become stronger!
To become stronger!
The world of warriors will never end.
Once you stop slacking off, you will be surpassed.
Then today's situation might be reversed on his head.
He would never allow that to happen!
For myself, for Xiaodie!
He needs to continue working hard to become stronger!