Chapter 222 World Nine (Nineteen)

Lu Yuanhui rode to Changzhou City and stayed at a simple inn. After a few days, he discovered that, as rumored, the land was not fertile, so few farmers worked. Furthermore, because a pottery shop had opened in Changzhou, most of the young and middle-aged men were employed there, leaving the majority of those working in the fields to the elderly.

Lu Yuanhui dressed in casual clothes and was unfamiliar with Changzhou City.

The innkeeper naturally assumed that Lu Yuanhui had come here to make a living. Seeing Lu Yuanhui's tall stature and handsome features, the innkeeper thought he must be quite strong, so he took him to the legendary pottery shop.

The shop occupies a large area and is filled with men with bare arms, holding freshly baked porcelain pots in their hands.

The scorching fire on a daily basis makes these people's chests glow faintly red.

The manager of the shop, seeing that Lu Yuanhui was strong and sturdy and had a taciturn personality, nodded repeatedly and called Lu Yuanhui in.

The pottery shop was divided into two floors, the inner and outer floors. Lu Yuanhui stayed in the outer floor for half a month. Where men gathered, drinking and gambling were common.

Moreover, these men working in the pottery shop were usually not allowed to go home. After making a batch of ceramics, they would make an appointment to go out and have fun in the brothel.

Lu Yuanhui never went out with them. Every day, apart from working, he would sleep with his head covered. He looked like a blockhead who made people feel unapproachable.

The man who shared the bed with him laughed at Lu Yuanhui's dullness and said jokingly, "At your age, your energy and blood are at their peak. If you don't have a soft and gentle woman to hold you in her arms and love you, you might get sick."

Seeing that Lu Yuan didn't refute, the man asked speculatively, "You haven't touched a woman yet, have you?"

Seeing that they were determined not to give up until he answered, Lu Yuanhui had no choice but to nod in agreement.

It caused everyone to laugh.

The man didn't drag Lu Yuan back to the brothel to drink, but winked at Lu Yuan and hinted, "Just look at your physique. Even if I get married in the future, I won't be able to leave you."

After saying that, everyone turned and left.

After the room was quiet again, Lu Yuanhui lifted the quilt and looked around the pottery shop.

This pottery shop is very large and has many requirements for hiring workers.

He was not allowed to return home at will and was only allowed to send money. He was not even allowed to write letters.

Lu Yuanhui searched the pottery shop for a long time and found some clues.

Soon, because Lu Yuanhui was calm and taciturn, and could be seen as someone who could keep secrets, he was transferred to the inner room.

When Lu Yuanhui was led to a deeper courtyard and saw the scarlet flames and the crackling sounds of forging, he realized that this was not a pottery shop that made ceramic jars, but a place for forging weapons.

Ironware manufacturing was uniformly ordered by the emperor, and those who privately forged blades and long swords certainly had ulterior motives.

Lu Yuan lowered his eyes, his eyes dark.

In the teahouse, a day had passed since Master Jiang woke up.

He felt unbearable pain all over his body and his face was bruised and purple, so he naturally wanted to find the culprit to settle the score.

But Luo's father has always had a bad reputation, his family is mediocre, and he is old.

Even if Mr. Jiang finds Luo's father, he cannot beat him to death to vent his anger, otherwise he will be involved in a murder lawsuit.

Moreover, Young Master Jiang has always been unwilling to deal with such low-class people, as they are extremely troublesome.

Young Master Jiang then directed his anger towards the Zhang family, who were proposing marriage.

Young Master Jiang exaggerated the matter, saying that the Zhang family deliberately concealed the truth, which led to him being beaten by a peddler and losing face.

Jiang's parents naturally felt sorry for Mr. Jiang, and turned around and embarrassed the Zhang family.

Zhiyi had just sent Zhang Qingping's eldest sister-in-law away, and turned around to look at Zhang Qingping, her face turning red and then pale.

Zhiyi didn't dare to say anything and could only stand by, her heart pounding.

Zhang Qingping's eldest sister-in-law came to the house and threw a tantrum.

The eldest sister-in-law was born into a noble family and could not do anything like shouting and making a scene. She just picked up the tea that Zhang Qingping had specially prepared and said leisurely, "No matter how this marriage started, it was you who agreed to it in the end.

Whether for yourself or the Zhang family, you should live a good life.

The Lu family is prominent, but your brother and I have never thought of getting close to them and asking you for some benefits.

But sister, you shouldn't play tricks on your family. You should ask your parents-in-law to find a suitable man and just say that everyone will be happy after the deal is done.

But my sister never mentioned the woman's background or whether her family members were easy to get along with.

Now, my parents-in-law have taken the trouble to find the Jiang family, hoping to arrange a marriage.

As a result, Young Master Jiang was injured during the wedding, and the Jiang family demanded an explanation.

Not only did the parents-in-law pay compensation, they also came to apologize in person in an attempt to ease the relationship that had lasted for many years, but they were ruthlessly kicked out.

I have no other intention in saying all this, it's just that my parents-in-law are old and can no longer stand the trouble my sister has to deal with.

If there is nothing urgent for my sister to do in the future, there is no need to..."

Zhang Qingping's heart skipped a beat when she heard that Zhang's parents had been humiliated.

Although Zhang's mother once threatened to kill herself, Zhang Qingping still thought about her all the time.

Listening to her eldest sister-in-law's words at this time, although they seemed gentle on the surface, they were actually warning her not to ask the Zhang family for help in the future.

Zhang Qingping felt aggrieved and couldn't help but tell the rumors about Bao Shan and Lu Yuanhui.

The eldest sister-in-law put down the untouched cup of tea and said softly, "Although you are Mr. Lu's second wife, you really shouldn't interfere too much in Lu Yuanhui's affairs, especially his marriage."

Zhang Qingping frowned: "How could he be in love with someone else, especially a widow?"

The eldest sister-in-law said calmly, "You've always known Lu Yuanhui's character. If he's unwilling, it's useless even if you strip the woman and throw her on his bed.

But if he wants to, how can you stop him?"

After saying that, the eldest sister-in-law got up and left, sighing secretly in her heart.

Zhang Qingping implicated the Zhang family out of a momentary anger.

Zhang Qingping looked dejected. She went to look for the treasured fan and wanted to question Mr. Jiang about it.

After all, there were only Baoshan and Young Master Jiang in the teahouse, and only Baoshan knew best how Young Master Jiang was injured.

But it was Zhenzhu who opened the door. She just said that Baoshan had been frightened when she came back from the teahouse and was lying in bed recuperating and could not see outsiders.

Zhang Qingping had to return empty-handed.

Zhang Qingping put his hand on his brow, feeling extremely anxious, but one problem after another arose.

Soon, Luo's father found Zhiyi and told him that he was Baoshan's father.

Zhiyi looked gloomy and waved her handkerchief lightly, trying to drive the man away: "You are Miss Baoshan's father, so go find her. Why are you looking for me?"

Father Luo snorted, revealing his rogue appearance in the casino: "Your wife is young, but her mind is vicious."

Zhiyi was panicking. She looked around and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Father Luo said calmly, "My daughter Baoshan lives in the Lu family with the permission of Lord Lu, the commander of the Jinyiwei. It is not the turn of a concubine to interfere.

Seeing that Baoshan is weak and can be bullied, your wife wants to trick her into marrying an incompetent young man who hangs out in brothels all day long.

If I hadn't arrived in time, the precious fan would have fallen into your dirty trap!"

Father Luo looked at Zhiyi and said, "I heard that on the day of Madam Lu's wedding, she looked very sad when she spoke to Commander Lu, and people speculated that she had a past relationship with him.

Now he is so cruel, I am afraid it is because Commander Lu takes good care of the precious fan and your wife is jealous.

What a cruel heart! He was jealous of a weak woman and wanted to push her into a pit of fire from which there would be no escape! "

Every word Mr. Luo spoke was so powerful that Zhiyi broke out in a cold sweat. She hurriedly welcomed Mr. Luo into the house and told Zhang Qingping about the matter.

Zhang Qingping still has feelings for Lu Yuanhui, so it doesn't matter what happens in the mansion.

If this gets out and spreads by word of mouth, it will be hard to explain...

Zhang Qingping's face turned pale. She had originally thought that Baoshan was soft-hearted, so she could just betroth her to Young Master Jiang to distance her from Lu Yuanhui, and the matter would be over.

Zhang Qingping didn't expect that she would cause so much trouble.

Especially Mr. Luo who was standing in the hall, he looked greedy and extremely difficult to deal with.

Zhang Qingping didn't want to talk to Mr. Luo any more, so she asked directly, "How can you shut up?"

Father Luo's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he shook his fingerless palm.

Zhang Qingping turned away in disgust.

Father Luo simply said, "Because Young Master Jiang spoke rudely, the precious fan was frightened and I also hurt my hand.

I can’t work in the fields, but I have a family to take care of, what should I do?”

The severed finger naturally had nothing to do with Young Master Jiang. Luo's father had beaten Young Master Jiang so badly that day that he had no power to fight back. How could Young Master Jiang have hurt Luo's father?

But Mr. Luo wanted to cheat some money from Zhang Qingping, so he put the severed finger on Mr. Jiang.

Luo's father knew that a lady of noble birth like Zhang Qingping would not inquire about the extent of Luo's father's injuries that day. Young Master Jiang would naturally only describe his own injuries. This way, no one would know whether Luo's father was actually injured or not.

Zhang Qingping gave a slight gesture, and Zhiyi took out two silver ingots, trying to fool Luo's father.

Father Luo scoffed lightly: "Two silver ingots and the treasure fan can naturally be given to me, why would I come to look for Madam Lu?"

Zhang Qingping looked embarrassed and asked Zhiyi to stuff all the silver ingots in the wooden box into Luo's father's pocket.

When the heavy wooden box fell into his hands, Father Luo put away the sneer on his face.

But he stood there, showing no intention of leaving.

Instead, he stared at the jade bracelet on Zhang Qingping's wrist and praised it repeatedly: "The jade bracelet on Madam Lu's hand is clear and translucent, so beautiful."

Zhang Qingping pursed her lips, took off the jade bracelet on her hand and threw it to Luo's father.

Father Luo then said with a smile: "Mrs. Lu is kind-hearted."

After Luo's father left, Zhang Qingping felt wronged.

Before she got married, she was a famous noble lady in the capital and had never experienced any hardships.

Not being able to marry Lu Yuanhui was the greatest suffering in Zhang Qingping's life. But now... she was being threatened by a lowly peddler. In the past, if she were in the Zhang family, such a person would definitely not be allowed to approach her.

But just now, she had to send him off personally and endure the hidden warnings from that greedy villain, which really made Zhang Qingping feel extremely embarrassed.

She lay on the rosewood chair and cried bitterly.

After Lu Yuan found out the mastermind behind the pottery shop, he prepared to return to the capital to report.

But the people in the pottery shop were extremely alert and noticed Lu Yuanhui's abnormality.

Among ordinary people, some are taciturn, but not everyone has the calm state of mind like Lu Yuanhui.

Therefore, before Lu Yuanhui could leave, a group of people surrounded him.

When Lu Yuan returned to the pottery shop, he did not wear the Embroidered Spring Sword in order not to arouse suspicion.

But weapons that had just been tempered could be seen everywhere in the pottery shop.

Lu Yuanhui picked up a long sword to resist the attack of the crowd.

The knife flashed sharply, and sparks flew everywhere.

Several blades pressed against Lu Yuanhui's long sword, all of them using all their strength, almost bending Lu Yuanhui's slender and strong waist.

A white light flashed, and if it was pressed down an inch more, it would leave a long and thin blood mark on Lu Yuanhui's neck.

The other party showed a happy expression on his face and said loudly: "I never thought that the commander of the Jinyiwei would die at my hands. It is truly an honor."

Lu Yuanhui's hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and the outer robe he was wearing was disheveled, with the lapels turned inside out. A piece of bright yellow paper fell to the ground, trembling like a withered leaf.

A light laugh was heard.

"Is this... a peace talisman? Commander Lu also believes in such things. He doesn't know that praying to gods is worse than praying to me. I can even leave you with an intact body."

The man sneered and was about to step on the amulet with his boots.

But his feet did not land after all, and he fell backwards with his eyes wide open.

The declining situation was reversed in an instant. Since Lu Yuanhui already knew who the owner of the pottery shop was, there was naturally no need to spare their lives.

There was silence all around.

Lu Yuanhui coughed lightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand to wipe it off and picked up the amulet that had fallen to the ground.

Bright yellow is saturated with vermilion.

Lu Yuan thought to himself: Ghosts and gods cannot be trusted, I just want peace of mind.

But no matter what, it is his thing, and he cannot allow others to trample on it.