Chapter 43 Wright
"Who did this?"
Wei Shuyu's face immediately darkened.
It just opened yesterday and got vandalized today. This is clearly being targeted!
"Cheng Huaimo".
Choi Shin-ki's face looked extremely grim.
He was fearless, but he was afraid of running into the Cheng family.
"Walk!"
Wei Shuyu wiped his face with a towel and quickly left with the two men.
Meanwhile, at the Ice Pavilion!
Cheng Huaimo, clad in armor, led Cheng Huailiang and the others, standing arrogantly in front of the Ice Pavilion.
Luo Dan lay on the ground covered in blood.
"I told you not to block the road, not to block the road, but you wouldn't listen. Now you feel better, don't you?"
Cheng Huaimo squatted down and patted Luo Dan's cheek.
"Master Cheng... Master Cheng, making money should be about harmony. This is Master Wei's business." Luo Dan stubbornly replied.
"Does Wei Shuyu, a mere brat, deserve to be called 'Grandpa'? I think he'd be more deserving of the title 'Grandson'."
Cheng Huailiang laughed heartily from the side.
He was beaten up by Wei Shuyu at Wanhua Pavilion back then, so today he specially sought out his older brother Cheng Huaimo to cause trouble.
Of course, the most important thing is that they're envious of the ice!
With Wei Shuyu making such a big fuss yesterday, it's hard for them not to know.
"Don't just stand there, smash it!"
Cheng Huailiang waved his hand, and a group of fifteen- or sixteen-year-old friends behind him pulled out sticks and started smashing things!
Cheng Huaimo took the lead and rushed in.
His goal wasn't to vandalize, but to figure out the recipe for the ice.
"stop."
Just then, Fang Yi'ai arrived with his men.
To avoid exercising, he didn't go to Wei Shuyu's place today.
He'd already come up with all sorts of excuses to escape, all for our grand ice project, he'd poured his heart and soul into it.
Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at the Imperial Academy, someone would come and spread the word that the Ice Pavilion had been vandalized.
How the hell can he tolerate that?
He immediately led a dozen or so friends and rushed over with murderous intent!
"Fang Yi'ai, are you trying to stop us?"
Cheng Huailiang immediately stopped him and stepped forward to talk to him.
"You brought people to vandalize my shop, and I'm not allowed to stop you?"
Fang Yi'ai scolded loudly.
"This is a feud between Wei Shuyu and me, you'd better not interfere."
Cheng Huailiang offered his advice with a cold smile.
"Bullshit!"
Fang Yi'ai cursed loudly, and seeing that the group was still smashing things, he became furious: "You bunch of bastards, stop it!"
"Don't stop, keep smashing!"
Cheng Huailiang roared back, his voice filled with arrogance: "Even if your father comes today, we're going to smash this Ice Pavilion to pieces!"
"You're asking for it."
Fang Yi'ai's face turned ashen.
"Haha..." Cheng Huailiang laughed wildly, "I'll smash it, what can you do about it?"
The people Cheng Huailiang brought were all fifteen-year-old boys.
Fang Yi'ai's friends were only around ten years old.
The two sides are simply not on the same level.
"Oh dear..."
Enraged, Fang Yi'ai yelled and charged forward: "Brothers, let's go, take him down!"
In an instant, a dozen or so friends rushed forward, carrying wooden sticks and bricks.
Are you really willing to go?
"Brothers, let's fight..."
Cheng Huailiang retreated while shouting.
Once the brothers had gathered, they launched a counterattack all at once.
Crackle, crackle.
The blows were delivered with sticks, and cries of agony filled the air.
Although Fang Yi'ai was the son of a civil official, his martial arts skills were actually quite formidable.
Moreover, with Wei Shuyu's instruction, after abandoning all fancy moves, every move directly hits the vital points.
For a time, he was evenly matched with Cheng Huailiang.
However, the other friends were in a bad situation.
The age difference was obvious, and he was beaten to a pulp in no time.
They lay sprawled on the ground, rolling around incessantly.
Bang.
After the first move, the two retreated simultaneously.
"Don't interfere!"
Cheng Huailiang roared.
If he couldn't beat Wei Shuyu, how could he not beat Fang Yi'ai?
As Cheng Yaojin's son, his pride wouldn't allow it.
Why would someone need help to take on a kid who's only ten or so years old?
Putting aside the fact that he would be laughed at if word got out, Cheng Yaojin would beat him to a pulp first if he found out.
"You've got guts." Fang Yi'ai spat out a mouthful of saliva.
After exchanging a few meaningless words, the two began fighting again.
Ping-ping-pong-pong.
The back-and-forth fighting was quite exciting.
However, as time went on, Fang Yi'ai gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
Although his age gives him an advantage in terms of technique, his physical strength is a major disadvantage.
He missed a defensive move and was kicked away by Cheng Huailiang.
It crashed to the ground with a thud.
Just as he was about to struggle to get up, Cheng Huailiang stepped on Fang Yiai's back.
"What? You still dare to challenge me? Haha..."
Cheng Huailiang laughed wildly, displaying an air of arrogance that suggested he was the only one worthy of the world.
Fang Yi'ai struggled incessantly.
But Cheng Huailiang kept his foot firmly planted on him, making him unable to move.
"You bastard, wait until my brother comes, he'll make you pay!" Unable to break free, Fang Yi'ai could only verbally provoke him.
Big brother?
Wei Shuyu?
Upon hearing the other person's name, Cheng Huailiang's face darkened.
Everything about Wanhua Pavilion back then is still vivid in my mind.
Even now, the thought of him makes me feel ashamed.
"Shut up!"
Cheng Huailiang roared, "Don't think Wei Shuyu is so great just because he can fight. My older brother is here today too!"
Cheng Huaimo?
Fang Yi'ai's expression changed slightly.
Cheng Huaimo's status is not low. He is not only Cheng Yaojin's eldest son, but also already serves in the palace.
The Thousand Bull Guards were responsible for guarding the imperial palace.
Those who can hold this position are all highly skilled individuals; otherwise, how could they protect the Emperor?
"So what?"
Fang Yi'ai remained stubbornly defiant: "My older brother even defeated Uncle Qin, so Cheng Huaimo is nothing!"
"Who do you think you are, you idiot?"
Just then, Cheng Huaimo walked out of the shop.
He didn't look well.
Because he couldn't find out the recipe for the ice.
The people who make ice are all trusted subordinates of various families, and they know how to distinguish between the important and the trivial.
If they don't hand over the recipe, they'll at most get a beating.
Handing over the formula will ruin your life for the rest of your days, and your family may even be implicated.
"I……"
Fang Yiai was speechless.
Cheng Huaimo was nearly twenty years old, yet he was still wearing armor, and the aura he exuded was far beyond what a child could match.
"I am a member of the Imperial Guard appointed by His Majesty. What do you think I am?"
Cheng Huaimo pressed closer, looking down at Fang Yi'ai.
"If this matter reaches His Majesty's ears, do you know what the consequences will be?"
Squatting down, Cheng Huaimo threatened again with a smile.
Swish.
Fang Yi'ai's expression changed drastically.
No matter how big or small the matter, as long as it involves Li Shimin, it is a matter of utmost importance!
"Of course, if you hand over the ice recipe, I can pretend I didn't hear your insults," Cheng Huaimo said calmly.
formula?
Fang Yi'ai finally understood: Cheng Huaimo had his eye on the ice.
He's not like Choi Sin-ki; in some ways, he's both scholarly and martial.
Otherwise, Li Shimin would not have married his beloved Princess Gaoyang to him.
However, intelligence is contagious, and spending all his time with Choi Shin-ki makes him seem quite silly.
Keep dreaming!
Fang Yi'ai spat out a mouthful of saliva.
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."
Cheng Huaimo shouted, "Insulting court officials deserves twenty strokes of the cane!"
"Huailiang, give him a good beating!"
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