Chapter 20 Isn't it normal for a gentleman to know how to shoot arrows?
downtown.
The food that fell from the sky caused temporary traffic congestion on the street.
In the sky, a giant falcon, like an arrow released from a bow, swooped precisely into the feeding window and landed steadily on a person's arm.
This bird of prey has a snow-white base with black and brown spots like ink dots, which are splashed from its neck to its wings and tail. Its feathers are beautiful, and its beak is sharp and dagger-like. It is very pretty.
It tilted its head, its cold, sharp golden eyes reflecting the luxurious private room on the third floor of Yuanming Tower.
A disheveled man with excited eyes, who seemed to have just gotten up, stood by the window of the private room with his purple bathrobe unfastened and his chest exposed.
Together with the snow falcon on his brocade arm, he surveyed the room like a vicious wolf.
Besides the eight burly Kunlun slave men standing at the door, a row of trembling maids knelt on the floor inside the house.
"Alright, keep serving the food. Don't delay my good deed."
The maids went out to serve the dishes, trembling with fear.
After saying that, the man in the bathrobe with the hawk grabbed a plate of hot food, poured it out the window, teased the snow falcon, and then casually said to the hawk-keeping servant among the row of servants, "Jueyun'er is hungry, bring some meat."
The falconer silently opened a brocade box he carried with him and took out food for the falcon.
Just then, among the maids who entered the room to serve the dishes without daring to raise their heads, a tall, slender woman with deep-set eyes and a high nose had just carried a plate of meat to the table when "Jueyun'er," perched on her arm, seemed to smell the meat and suddenly spread her wings as if about to fly away.
"ah!"
The tall Hu woman was so startled that the plate of food in her hand wobbled and fell to the ground, scattering oily shards of porcelain all over the floor. A few pieces even landed at the feet of the purple-robed man who was playing with a hawk by the window.
Suddenly, the room fell silent.
The man in the purple robe who was excitedly feeding the animals by the window suddenly calmed down, slowly turned around, and looked at the tall Hu woman desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy amidst the broken porcelain on the ground.
Jueyun'er, who was on his arm, jumped down. The starving beast was pecking at the meat on the ground.
The man in the purple robe didn't seem angry at all. He raised his hand and gestured for the eagle slave to step forward and put a small black bag over Jue Yun'er's head, temporarily stopping it.
"well."
The man in the purple nightgown looked at the Hu woman on the ground and sighed.
Squat down and lift her chin.
Tilting his head in confusion, he asked:
Why did you spill my food? Are you throwing a tantrum?
"This servant...this servant dares not, sir, spare my life, sir, spare my life!"
"You're really not just throwing a tantrum?"
"No, it was just a slip of the hand. How dare I lose my temper with you, Master? Please have mercy."
"Phew, at least it's not a temper tantrum. I hate it when people get angry at me. My second brother likes to get angry at me, and it's the kind of passive-aggressive behavior. He gives me the cold shoulder every day, which is unbearable. My eldest brother is much better. He never gets angry at me. He's always calm and collected. If I do something wrong, he only teaches me and never scolds me."
"So, it's good that you didn't lose your temper. Let's all be nice to each other and not lose our temper, okay?"
The woman, her voice trembling with tears, cried, "I dare not, I dare not..."
"Shh, shh, shh, stop crying, alright, alright, stop crying. If you keep crying, you won't look good. Although I think you barbarians are all ugly, isn't it a virtue of our Celestial Empire to cherish women?"
"Come here, let me wipe your tears, don't cry."
"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Hu Ji kowtowed in gratitude, tears streaming down her face.
"No need to thank me, but if you really want to thank me, then help me feed the eagle. This plate of meat smells delicious; even Jueyun'er is drooling."
"Yes, yes, I'll feed the hawk for you, sir!" Hu Ji was overjoyed and immediately went to pick up the meat from the ground.
The man in the purple robe made two soft "slurps" sounds and patted her head to stop her, saying, "Wait, we're not using the meat on the ground, we're using mine."
He reached out, and the hawk slave coldly handed him a box of mixed-race minced meat.
“Jueyun’er loves my fresh wild bird meat. Its beak can pierce an iron plate. Be careful and help me feed it.”
The tall Hu woman quickly reached out to take the plate, but the man in the purple nightgown placed it in her hand and then grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving.
While Hu Ji was puzzled, he grabbed a handful of mixed-race minced meat from the plate and began to smear it from Hu Ji's forehead down to her neck. He paid particular attention to her sunken eye sockets, which were characteristic of Hu people, and carefully applied a lot of the bloody minced meat to them.
Hu Ji was stunned. Her exotic face was covered in sticky, fleshy paste. The man in the purple robe wiped it off as if no one else was there, then easily picked up the plate, sprinkled the rest on her dark temples, and tossed the plate aside.
He took a silk handkerchief from the Kunlun slave, wiped his hands, and slowly uttered a sentence that made Hu Ji feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"What are you standing there for? Go downstairs and run! My eagle has been starving for days, and it loves to eat the flesh on your face. Don't wipe it, run now! If you can jump into Butterfly Creek at the dock before it pounces on your face, I'll spare your eyes. Tsk tsk, those cat-like blue eyes are really damn ugly."
The room fell silent for a moment.
But as the falconer pressed down the struggling falcon on his arm, he turned and looked at her coldly.
Hu Ji screamed "Ah!" and rushed out of the door like a madwoman, running downstairs.
Four Kunlun slaves chased after her to prevent her from hiding in the building and not going out.
The woman's echoing screams seemed to flip a switch on the man in the purple robe. One second he looked compassionate and pitying, the next he jumped up, laughing wildly, his face flushed. He excitedly ran to the window, looked down at the Hu women desperately pushing aside refugees and running for their lives in the street, and shouted:
"Run, run, run faster! You like dancing the Whirlwind Dance, huh? I'll see how strong your legs really are!"
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"Junior Sister... Brother Ling Jiang, what are you doing?"
"Obviously, it's about buying things."
"I know, but why are you buying a sword and a bow?"
"I am a gentleman."
"Uh, me too."
"It's different. I am truly a gentleman."
"You figured out I'm fake?"
No. But we are still different.
"Then what?"
“The sword is the weapon of a gentleman and should be worn with it. Archery is one of the six arts of a gentleman prescribed by the sages and should also be worn with it.”
"Then 'Yu' is the same, shall we get you a horse?"
"It's not that it's impossible, but the outside is all wetlands, so it's inconvenient to ride."
"Okay, you have a valid reason and money, so go ahead. I'll go buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move."
"good."
In the bustling West Market, Ouyang Rong and Yan Wuxu found Xie Lingjiang selecting bows and swords at the weapons shop, somewhat surprised.
This noble lady from the Xie family did not care for makeup, but rather for the qualities of a gentleman.
Ouyang Rong chuckled and ignored her. The group bought some more things, then gathered together and walked through the West Market back to the county government office.
However, as soon as they entered a bustling street, they were stuck in a traffic jam. Upon closer inspection, they saw a group of vagrants crowding and scrambling for food on the street next to a luxurious restaurant. On the third floor of the restaurant, a young master was laughing wildly, throwing food around, laughing, cursing, and smashing things.
Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang frowned, while Yan Wuxu glanced at him and said with a grim expression, "It seems to be Liu Zilin, the third young master of the Liu family. He usually calls himself the Third Prince and is a local tyrant in Longcheng..."
Even without Yan Liulang's introduction, Ouyang Rong could tell that this was a heavyweight.
"Your Excellency, we..."
"Go to the yamen and call someone."
Just as the group paused, a weeping Hu woman with a dirty face suddenly emerged from the crowd scrambling for food below Yuanming Tower, attempting to break free of the crowd and escape.
But the streets were crowded, and there was no gap for her to squeeze through. Behind her, several burly Kunlun slaves chased after her, laughing loudly, and surrounded her.
At the third-floor window, the man in the purple bathrobe, whose name seemed to be "Liu Zilin," had a flushed face. He licked his lips, nodded as if counting down a few times, and suddenly roared an order:
"Throw the eagle!"
A fierce cry of a raptor suddenly rang out on the long street!
A lithe giant falcon "shot" out of the feeding window, like a drawn bow that could not turn back.
The crowd parted in terror like a receding tide, but the distraught Hu Ji had no time to run. She fell to the ground and crawled backward, but Jue Yun'er was already rushing towards her.
Just as Liu Zilin upstairs was eagerly awaiting the scene of flesh and blood bursting open, that moment arrived.
Whoosh!
Bang!
Add to that a mournful cry from a raptor.
The entire room fell silent.
The weeping Hu woman froze, then touched her face.
Nothing happened.
Where is the eagle?
The onlookers and Liu Zilin, who was acting erratically upstairs, were all stunned and turned to look.
A snow-white bird was pinned to a plaque with the words "Yuanming" written on it by a thin arrow.
Fresh blood splattered all over the white plaque.
At the end of the street, Ouyang Rong silently turned his head to look at the Xie family lady beside him, who was still in the posture of drawing her bow and shooting an eagle. Her delicate eyebrows were placed beside the bowstring, and her posture was standard. Her chest, which was already vast and open, opened up because of the arrow being drawn and the bow being pulled, which was very heroic and somewhat like Kikyo.
All eyes in the room turned to this.
The next second, Liu Zilin, enraged, stormed downstairs with his servants from the third floor:
"You dare shoot my bird!"
Xie Lingjiang, however, turned her head without changing her expression and said to someone who was also a gentleman, "Brother Lianghan, why are you looking at me like that? I am a gentleman, isn't it normal for me to shoot a vicious bird?"
“…” Ouyang Rong.
You think it's a sparrow? This is a ferocious eagle charging at 80 miles per hour!
(End of this chapter)
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