Chapter 9
(17) God is jealous of talented people
In the end, I was tragically caught and brought to justice.
Once again, I was kicked back into the small cell that I was familiar with.
"Just wait for death this time, you troublemaker."
People closed the iron door of the cell with curses, leaving me alone.
I lay decadently in the small cell, breathing heavily, trying to relieve the physical discomfort caused by long-term excessive exercise.
I was trying to exchange fresh air between my lungs and the outside world to relieve the lack of oxygen caused by running all the way.
Just as I caught my breath, I heard a pair of yamen runners chatting at the door.
"Who is imprisoned in there?" one bailiff asked another.
"Shang Shisan." said another voice.
The bailiff said again, "Hey, does that idiot really need to be kept under such strict watch?"
"I'm afraid she'll run away." said the bailiff in a slightly colder voice.
Then another bailiff laughed heartily, "With Shang Shisan's talent, where can he get away? That idiot can't get away."
After hearing the conversation between the yamen runners, I became furious.
I struggled to sit up and yelled towards the door, "Who are you calling the idiot? Come in, I want to fight you two!"
Then, after a moment of silence, the cell door was actually opened.
Then, I saw two muscular, busty men standing at the door.
Suddenly, my arrogance disappeared.
A man in yamen uniform pointed at me and said viciously, "If you keep whining, we'll really beat you up!"
"Hmph!" I pouted and sulked, facing the wall with my back to the cell door, staring at the bare wall in a daze.
The arrogant, muscular yamen runners outside the door were still chatting.
By the way, he was also unscrupulously humiliating my low IQ.
Since I can't defeat those two damn muscle-inflated men with force, I'm going to use my intelligence and strategy to win.
I sat and wondered how I could show everyone my extraordinary talents.
Generally speaking, it is Yunniang's job to show off her talents.
My main task is to be Yunniang's right-hand man and help her implement her plan.
But at this moment, I can only use my clever brain.
It was not until I started to put it into practice that I realized a fact: it is extremely difficult to put something into practice.
For example, right now, I am imprisoned in a cell and I want to do something to prove my extraordinary talent and amazing intelligence, but I realize that I can't find any handle to realize this idea.
Let me sort out my current combat power value:
Firstly, although I was very smart, those damned yamen runners looked down on me and kept mocking me for my low IQ, which made it very difficult to deal with.
Secondly, although I was nimble and skillful, the two yamen runners at the door were clearly much heavier than me. Coupled with their exaggerated muscles, I really could have been beaten to death if I had forced them. Honestly, I really don't understand why someone with such big breasts would be a yamen runner. Wouldn't selling pork be more suitable?
Finally, I haven’t figured out what the last point is, but because I’ve read in books before that there are always three sub-arguments supporting the main argument, I’ll put it here first and fill it in when I think of it.
Thinking about it this way, my life is really difficult at the moment.
I couldn't help but roar: "God is really jealous of talented people!"
At this time, the yamen runner at the door also shouted: "Shang Shisan, you are making so much noise, shut up!"
I immediately fell silent, fearing that the two of them would really come in and beat me up.
(18) God is jealous of talented people
Another day passed, and the two muscular yamen runners suddenly rushed into my small cell. Amid my crying and wailing, they dragged me out of the cell.
"Help, I'm going to die, wuwuwu..." I lay on the ground, grabbing the hay on the ground with my hands, flapping around and struggling fearlessly.
Soon, I was dragged by the yamen runners to an unknown place.
At the same time, I was still crying and wailing to the sky.
"Help! A rich man is robbing a common woman. It's so hot! Run! Someone, come and save me..."
One of the strong and silent yamen runners suddenly said to me: "So you are a woman. I thought you were a sissy."
"You are the sissy... Come here, the yamen runners are humiliating the common people..."
Then, the bailiff stopped talking.
After a while, I was dragged into a mansion.
"Why don't you carry out a public execution? Lynching is not an option..." I started yelling again when I saw myself being dragged into a private residence.
But all my struggles were in vain. The two strong muscular yamen runners ignored me and just silently carried me like a chick, lifting me up by my arms, one on the left and one on the right.
No matter how hard I struggle, it's useless.
"You are not allowed to lynch me, I'm warning you..."
I closed my eyes and babbled in vain in protest, then turned several corners and was thrown to the ground.
I glared at the two muscular yamen runners in anger and said, "You two might as well throw me to death, throw me to death... Someone, come here, the yamen runners are arbitrarily lynching innocent people..."
I was still mumbling to myself.
When I looked up, I saw another man I didn't know sitting on a wooden chair not far in front of me.
He didn't seem surprised at all about what the bailiff and I had just witnessed.
At this moment, the man sitting upright on the wooden chair had an indifferent expression and was drinking a bowl of tea calmly.
I saw that he was wearing a silk brocade cotton coat that I didn't recognize but looked very gorgeous, and a fur cloak on the outside.
There is also a hot brazier at the feet.
Suddenly I remembered that the young marquis had played a trick on me a few days ago and the bridge had broken.
"This old man is probably another actor hired by the young marquis to tease me."
I muttered this and immediately got up from the ground.
"Who are you?" I asked the man loudly, holding my waist. "Do you know that lynching is illegal? What gives you the right to arrest me?"
The man didn't get angry when he saw me like this. Instead, he smiled and asked me, "Who do you think I am?"
I took a closer look at him and saw that his skin, whether on his face or on the back of his hand holding the tea, was delicate and fair.
I looked at his face carefully again and found that it was as smooth and bright as white jade.
I immediately realized that this person must not be a fake.
I guess he was originally from a wealthy family or a royal relative or something like that.
Thinking of this, my morale suddenly dropped.
I knelt down again, squeezed my eyes, and managed to squeeze out a few tears that hung on my face.
"Sir, I'm innocent..." I fell to the ground and cried loudly.
It's just that the thunder is loud but the rain is small, and even though I can make a sound, I can't squeeze out a few tears.
The man laughed.
"You were so full of confidence just now, how come you suddenly lost your composure?" The man sitting upright on the wooden chair said to me in a calm tone.
"Wuwuwu, I just don't want to offend you powerful people, wuwuwu." I lay on the ground, still howling.
The man laughed again and said, "You are very honest."
I laid on the ground and shook my head sincerely, "I'm not very honest."
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