Chapter 19 Chapter 19: Bleeding Purse, the June sun is as scorching as a...
The scorching sun in June is like a fiery umbrella, covering every passerby.
Liu Qichang was swept by that gaze. Although he was standing in the sun, he felt an inexplicable chill, which made him shiver uncontrollably.
He was wondering in his heart, this kid Zhao Qingyue usually kept silent in the academy, looked harmless, but his eyes looked strangely fierce.
But he has always been domineering, and a mere look is not enough to make him restrain himself. Although he is scared in his heart, he still puts on an arrogant attitude on his face.
"You...what are you looking at!" Liu Qichuang said arrogantly.
Zhao Qingyue glanced at him coldly and said in a cold tone, "I will take care of my sister. You don't need to worry about it."
After saying this, he didn't want to bother with this playboy any longer, so he stood up and prepared to leave with Zhao Mingsheng.
If Liu Qichang knew when to quit, he wouldn't be the famous gangster in the town.
Seeing that the two men wanted to leave, he hurriedly took two servants to block their way.
People were coming and going on the busy street. Occasionally someone would stop and take a look. When they found that it was Liu Qichuang causing trouble, they would immediately lower their heads and quicken their pace to leave, fearing that they would get into trouble if they were a step late.
The three of them formed a wall, with Liu Qichang standing in the middle and saying smugly, "I'm letting you go?"
Zhao Mingsheng's delicate eyebrows were wrinkled.
This person is so unreasonable!
He kept calling himself "little master", which reminded Zhao Mingsheng of the boy at home. He also called himself "little master", but he was not as annoying as the one in front of him.
The beauty's frown was also pleasing to the eye, which made Liu Qichang feel itchy.
"Oh, are you angry, young lady? Come on, I'll take you to eat vegetarian noodles at Baxianlou." Liu Qichuang kicked the bench on the noodle stall in disgust.
The lady boss standing by knew the bully's character very well, and she dared not say anything when she saw a dispute breaking out at the stall.
"That's much better than this crappy laozi noodle soup."
After saying that, he stretched out his dirty hands and pulled.
Unexpectedly, before even a corner of Zhao Mingsheng's clothes could touch him, he was grabbed by a big hand.
Zhao Qingyue could no longer bear it. Seeing that his sister was about to be taken advantage of by this villain in front of him, he did not care about anything else. Even though he knew that he could not beat three people, he still attacked without hesitation.
Liu Qichuang felt as if his wrist was being crushed. The pain was so severe that he didn't care that he was in the street and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
“Let go…let go! It hurts…it hurts!”
He had always thought that Zhao Qingyue was just a poor scholar who was weak and could not even tie a chicken, so he relied on his large number of people to dare to provoke him again and again. He did not expect that this guy's strength was even greater than that of a martial artist!
Zhao Mingsheng was also startled. His brother, who usually looked weak and gentle, was so powerful when he did. The arrogant man in purple was now being held in his hands like a chicken.
The pain of the playboy in front of him did not seem to be pretended. Zhao Qingyue was also a little surprised. When did his strength become so great?
Speaking of which, the homework I submitted to the teacher recently was also praised for its improved handwriting, which is more graceful than before. Now I think it must be because my strength has increased, and my handwriting is more powerful, so naturally it has reached a higher level.
Or maybe Liu Qichuang has been spending too much time on wine and women lately and ruined his health?
However, he did not show any mercy. Anyone who dared to insult his sister must be prepared to pay a heavy price.
Thinking of this, his eyes became even colder, and he exerted force with his hand to break his wrist.
Another scream rang out from Liu Qichang's side. His two servants seemed frightened by the scene before them, their feet glued to the ground, unable to move or stay.
I thought it was an easy target, but I didn't expect to run into a tough one.
It was not until Zhao Qingyue let go of his hand and their master stumbled backward that they woke up as if from a dream and supported the man.
"Take your people and get out."
Liu Qichuang wanted to say a few more harsh words, but the pain in his hand made him break out in a cold sweat. Meeting that cold gaze, he wished he could disappear right here.
"What are you…standing there for? Help me get back to Xing'an Hall!"
The three people's embarrassed retreat was so funny that Zhao Mingsheng couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Qingyue was tactful, using only subtle force to dislodge his wrist without breaking it. While it looked painful, as long as it was reattached in time, it would be fine. He just didn't know if it would have any impact on his father, as he was the son of the Xing'antang owner, after all.
He caught a glimpse of the innocently smiling girl and sighed silently inwardly. If it weren't for his recent increase in strength, who would have suffered the loss today?
It's not because of regret, but because he is worried about having such an outstanding sister. It seems that he needs to work harder. Only by becoming stronger can he protect his sister.
Zhao Qingyue was familiar with the area. He took Zhao Mingsheng through the bustling streets and came to a deserted shop.
Zhao Mingsheng looked up at the plaque and saw that it was a bookstore.
Is it my brother who's here to buy books? She entered the store with this question in mind.
The bookstore owner was lying in a rocking chair next to the counter, fanning himself to the rhythm of the chair. A book covered his face, and it was unclear whether he was awake or asleep.
Hearing someone come in, he fanned himself without stopping and said, "If you want to buy 'Smell the Spring Boudoir', it's sold out. If you want to buy the next volume, remember to come early at the beginning of the month."
Zhao Qingyue coughed lightly.
The shopkeeper, who had been leisurely strolling around, sat up straight upon hearing the familiar voice. The book covering his face fell to the ground as he moved. He ignored the book and, with a somersault, jumped up and rushed to Zhao Qingyue, staring at his chubby belly.
"You're finally here!" The chubby shopkeeper excitedly shook Zhao Qingyue's hand, tears glistening in his eyes. "Did you bring the manuscript? You don't know that those who couldn't buy books almost tore my shop apart! You..." He was about to urge Zhao Qingyue to write more when he was interrupted.
Zhao Qingyue interrupted Shopkeeper Pan before he could go any further, fearing he might reveal his true identity. He quickly stepped forward and said, "I'm not here for this. I'm here to buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstone."
Zhao Mingsheng didn't know what riddles or scripts they were working on. Why did they ask his brother for them?
She looked around and saw that every bookshelf was filled with books. How come there were so many books in the bookstore that she couldn't buy any?
Zhao Mingsheng: ???
She can recognize the individual characters, but why doesn’t she understand them when they are put together?
When Manager Pan heard that Zhao Qingyue was not here to deliver a manuscript, the excitement on his face vanished and his expression suddenly darkened.
"No, no, this is a bookstore, not a stationery store." He waved his fat and short hands impatiently, as if he was trying to drive someone away.
Zhao Mingsheng tugged at his brother's sleeve and said, "The shopkeeper said there's no more, so let's go."
"Don't be anxious." Zhao Qingyue patted her shoulder and signaled her to be patient.
Then Zhao Mingsheng saw him leaning over to Pan's ear, whispering something. A glimmer of hope rekindled in Pan's eyes.
Shopkeeper Pan clapped his hands and said, "Okay! You promised me, it's a deal!" He turned to Zhao Mingsheng and asked with a smile:
"What do you want to buy, young lady? I have all the necessary pens, inkstones, and paper here, and they are all of good quality and affordable!"
Zhao Mingsheng: ...
Didn't you just say you weren't selling? You changed your mind so quickly.
She estimated that there were about a dozen children of school age in the village, but to be on the safe side, she decided to buy more.
"Thirty sets of brushes, inkstones, and paper suitable for beginners," Zhao Mingsheng thought for a moment and added, "And some paper for calligraphy practice. Cut some more for me."
"Girl, are you sure you want so much?"
Shopkeeper Pan was stunned when he heard this. He calculated it on an abacus and came up with a shocking figure. Even Zhao Mingsheng felt a pang of regret when he heard it.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, that's all!"
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