Chapter 554 Don't faint from anger
"Let him in."
Xie Zheng snorted, "Since you've come knocking, let's strike while the iron is hot. We'll settle this matter between the two of us today. Daoist, please eat in peace."
As he spoke, Xie Zheng finished eating the noodles in his hand and placed the bowl on the table.
He could tell that Song Chunxue still wanted to eat, so he instructed the servants, "Bring two more bowls, and more soup."
Song Chunxue couldn't help but chuckle as she leisurely ate her food while waiting for her noodles.
Something that could anger Lord Xie was no small matter; she needed to learn from officials.
The Taoist priest lowered his voice, "That's enough. Don't add fuel to the fire later. If you anger the Zhao family, you'll find it hard to move an inch in Jincheng in the future."
"I'm not afraid of being alone, but I'm worried about Sanwa and Xie Zheng's careers not going smoothly." The Taoist priest kicked Song Chunxue's foot. "Did you hear me?"
"Yeah, right." Not at all.
A short while later, Zhao Jian came in from outside the door.
Two of his four attendants followed him into the house.
"Oops, sorry to disturb your meal."
Zhao Jian had a faint smile on his face, but when he saw Song Chunxue, his expression suddenly froze, his face changing unpredictably, and he managed to squeeze out a dry "Master Song is here too."
Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "What, am I not allowed to?"
Zhao Jian chuckled dryly, "Don't mention it."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, so he pursed his lips and tried to regain his composure.
He came here to demand an explanation; how can you be so polite to her?
"That day you threw me off the second floor, making me lose all face. Don't you plan to give me an explanation for that?"
Song Chunxue smiled faintly, picked up a clove of pickled garlic and put it in her mouth, "No rush, it's more important to tell the Taoist priest about this first."
Xie Zheng stepped forward and asked, "Sir, have you come to my residence to cause trouble or to vent your anger?"
Zhao Jian cupped his hands in greeting, "Thank you for your joking, Lord Xie. We have come today to invite the Daoist to our residence for a chat."
“Alright, since you’ve come to ask our senior brother for help, we’ll go together. I’ll trouble you to come and invite him in person.”
"..." Zhao Jian was stunned, the pain in his sciatic nerve reminding him to be careful.
Want to go together?
Our senior brother?
When did Master Zhang become Lord Xie's senior brother?
Although a prefect is nothing more than a fleeting figure to these aristocratic families who have been entrenched in Jincheng for a long time, a figure whose rise and fall are merely a matter of time, and whose life is not affected even by the changing of dynasties.
But the prefect and Zhang Daoshi became fellow disciples, which made things difficult.
A woman with only brute force can be dealt with by her subordinates, but Lord Xie has been in officialdom for a long time, and even an honest official who is incorruptible and unyielding is not easy to deal with.
I had only heard that they had a good relationship, but I had never heard that they were fellow disciples.
A close friendship might allow one to observe from a distance, but those who become senior brothers are all stubborn and inflexible, just like that Taoist nun—hard to reason with.
"What, you're not welcoming me?" Xie Zheng said, his hands behind his back, his voice calm yet imposing. "You want to lure my senior brother into this and steal his destiny?"
Zhao Jian took a step back, his brows furrowing slightly.
"We have come here today only to ask the Taoist priest to come with us."
Xie Zheng turned to the Taoist priest and asked, "Senior brother, are you going?"
Master Zhang stroked his beard and replied calmly, "I'm not going."
Hearing Master Xie call him "senior brother" just sounded awkward.
However, with such a powerful official as his junior brother, he suddenly felt a sense of apprehension towards Zhao Jian's arrogant eyes.
“If you want to go, that’s fine. The three of us can go together,” Master Zhang changed his mind. “We’ll go check on your brother’s condition. He has three months left. I can prescribe a remedy to relieve his pain.”
Zhao Jian gritted her teeth, "Taoist Master, I know you must have a way to save my brother. I heard you know a kind of evil magic that can transfer someone else's life into my brother's..."
"This humble Taoist priest has never heard of such evil arts. I urge Young Master Zhao to seek out someone more skilled." The Taoist priest said coldly, "Show him out!"
"Wait a minute," Xie Zheng said with a half-smile, "Whose life do you want to exchange?"
"..." Zhao Jian thought that Xie Zheng was an official who would ask questions about such matters thoroughly, so he said, "I have no comment."
"Alright, you don't have to tell me." Xie Zheng smiled. "Then let's count the time when you almost ruined your senior brother's cultivation, and the time when you used five years of his lifespan to extend your brother's life."
Zhao Jian took two steps forward, walked up to Xie Zheng, and poked his chest hard.
"Lord Xie, this is Jincheng, not the capital under the emperor's nose. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. I advise you to restrain yourself."
Song Chunxue stood up, the chair legs making a screeching sound on the ground.
Zhao Jian took a few steps back. "Want to fight? I have plenty of martial arts masters. Teach that woman a lesson!"
Song Chunxue curled her lips into a smile, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.
How wonderful, a sandbag delivered right to my door, Zhao Jian is so considerate.
To be honest, after training for more than two years, she has never had a proper match to see how good she really is.
She clenched her fists. "Don't do it inside the house. It's not good to ruin things in Lord Xie's mansion, and it won't sound good if word gets out."
Zhao Jian's expression turned cold. "Make your move!"
"Don't take lives."
"Know!"
The next moment, Song Chunxue rushed over like a gust of wind, grabbed the leading man, and leaped into the courtyard.
Before anyone could react, she clenched her fist and slammed it into the shoulder of the person in front of her.
"Attack together!"
Zhao Jian gritted her teeth and glared at Song Chunxue with resentment.
The most humiliating thing in his life was being thrown off the building by this woman, which made him so angry that he couldn't sleep well for the past two nights.
The four people I brought today are all top-tier experts...
Before he could even get a chance to speak, all the experts he brought were sent flying and slammed against the wall.
One of them smashed the top of the wall.
Zhao Jian felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly took two steps back.
"Your turn!"
Song Chunxue leaped at him and kicked him in the face.
Zhao Jian lost her balance and staggered a few steps to the side.
"Lord Xie, it's your turn."
Xie Zheng stared at Song Chunxue with wide eyes, his jaw slightly loosening.
I haven't seen her for two years, how come she's become so fierce?
That kick made his cheek hurt.
He steadied himself and said, "Zhao Jian, I know this wasn't your idea alone. Take us to the Zhao family."
Song Chunxue almost couldn't help but laugh at him.
"This is also my opinion. If you don't want to be beaten to a pulp by my junior brother," the Taoist priest kindly reminded her. "She has been practicing her kung fu diligently for the past two years, but she hasn't had a chance to test her skills with anyone. Who knew that the men you brought with such a fierce demeanor wouldn't even be able to withstand two kicks from her."
The Taoist priest shook his head, saying with some disappointment, "I overestimated you."
"You..." Zhao Jian covered his buzzing ears, rolled his eyes in anger, and almost fainted. Suddenly, he felt a few heavy pokes in his chest and took a few steps back.
"Your liver fire is a bit too strong, don't faint. I can't very well have someone carry you to the Zhao family, it would make us look like we're in the wrong." The Taoist priest flicked his whisk. "Let's go."
Zhao Jian coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the sudden rush of blood to his head. The Taoist priest pulled out a dirty rag from somewhere and caught it, preventing a single drop from splashing into Lord Xie's courtyard.
The Taoist priest looked at Zhao Jian calmly and said, "Don't dirty Lord Xie's courtyard."
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