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He didn't dare to kill Zhang Tianshi, at least not now. This was Zhang Tianshi's biggest advantage now.

Looking at the slightly angry eyes of the person opposite him, Zhang Tianshi felt a little proud. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down with a slurp. According to the precepts, he could not and should not drink alcohol, but the old Taoist just wanted to do whatever he wanted.

"It tastes good, would you like to try it too?"

The person on the other side smiled and took the wine glass handed to him by Zhang Tianshi: "So you provoked me to come here just for this sentence."

Zhang Tianshi did not comment: "I am very stupid and never dare to say that I have seen through the inner scene."

The person opposite stood up and said: "It's getting late. Since you're here, let's go."

The long sword was unsheathed and directly penetrated the major acupoints on Zhang Tianshi's body.

Zhang Tianshi groaned, looked at the bloodstains seeping out of the Taoist robe he had just changed today, frowned slightly, still sitting upright as before, stretched out his chopsticks to continue picking up a piece of fat mutton, and the blood dyed the Taoist robe red.

Today was two hours earlier than usual, so the other party must also come at this time tomorrow. I finally had a slight initiative.

Dripping water wears away a stone, and small steps lead to a thousand miles. Even the smallest advantage is still an advantage. As long as I am still alive, I will defeat you sooner or later.

Liu Haiyun is a Tang person, but he is not really a Tang person. In Zhao Yushu's words, he is a mixed-race person. But Lan Ling didn't quite understand, so he used a very vulgar word to explain it, that is, a mixed-race person.

Liu Haiyun's father was a Tang man and a scholar. He was average in academics and character, but one advantage he had was that he was handsome. So Comrade Liu, who had a good look but no good job, left his hometown in anger and ran to Linhuang Prefecture, Shangjing of the Liao Kingdom. He was spotted by a noble lady at first sight and became the son-in-law of the Liao Kingdom's Northern Privy Councilor.

Unfortunately, this handsome guy is just average except for his face. His father-in-law tried his best to help him but failed, so he just became an idle nobleman with a high position but little power.

His son Liu Haiyun was not much better than his father, and even lost his father's only good quality, with an ordinary appearance. Fortunately, he had an older brother who took his mother's surname and managed to support the family business a little bit, so they just left this useless young master to eat and wait for death every day.

Perhaps it’s because of the half Tang genes in his body, Liu Haiyun likes South City, which is Seoul, very much.

He liked the Tang people's fine wine, Tang people's food, Tang people's clothing, and Tang people's beauties.

So he would go to the Tang people's restaurants or brothels almost every day to get drunk, and lived a life of drunkenness and debauchery.

Today, Liu Haiyun brought three or four of his friends to Nancheng again. The Liao people worshipped riding horses, and riding in a sedan chair was considered a great shame. Even women would not ride in a sedan chair. Therefore, Liu Haiyun had a good view. Sitting on the horse's back, he felt the fresh air from above.

There was a scent of wine in the air.

"What a good wine! Who brewed this good wine?"

Liu Haiyun sniffed and looked around. His companions were all playboys. No matter they were from Liao or Tang, they were of the same character. When they heard that there was good wine, they all sniffed hard and stared around. However, there was no tavern around.

"In the car!"

A sharp-eyed man suddenly reined in his horse and pointed at a small car that had just passed by: "That dog slave, stop for grandpa!"

The one pulling the cart was naturally Zhao Yushu. This was certainly not an accidental encounter, but he would definitely not stop.

Liu Haiyun laughed: "This is South City, they won't understand you if you speak Khitan, you have to speak Chinese, boy, stop the car, I want your wine!"

Zhao Yushu continued to walk forward. He heard a burst of laughter behind him. A group of playboys pointed at Liu Haiyun's nose and laughed at his self-righteous words mercilessly.

Liu Haiyun's face suddenly turned blue and red. He became angry and turned his horse's head, pulled out the whip and whipped Zhao Yushu hard on the back.

Zhao Yushu frowned, straightened his back, and endured the whip. His whole body and the cart tilted to the side, as if he had just reacted. He immediately covered his shoulders and screamed, with fear in his eyes.

"Ha, so he's a mute."

Liu Haiyun felt much better immediately. He didn't know whether he felt relieved after being whipped or he realized that he had misunderstood the man who brought him wine.

"Grandpa wants this wine of yours. How much is it?"

If it were any other time, he would never give you money. He was just a wine delivery boy from some small winery. Young Master Liu wanted your wine because he thought highly of you.

But today, the mute was whipped by him for nothing, so Young Master Liu decided to be a good person for once.

Zhao Yushu waved his hands hurriedly, indicating that he dared not ask for money.

"You are quite sensible. How could Grandpa take advantage of a servant like you? Then, pull your cart and follow us."

Liu Haiyun casually threw out a small ingot of silver and waved his hand, signaling Zhao Yushu to pull the cart and catch up with their team. No matter how good the wine was, they had to sit down and drink it in the restaurant with two beauties in their arms. They couldn't just hold a jar and drink it in the street. That was what the vulgar ancestors of the Liao people did. The new generation of Liao people have become much more elegant.

Zhao Yushu pulled his fur hat and pulled the cart along. The first step had been successful.

The group arrived at a luxuriously decorated brothel. Although it was not yet night, it did not stop everyone from drinking and having fun during the day.

Zhao Yushu followed a few playboys up to the second floor, holding a jar of wine. A few servants hurriedly carried the remaining jars and followed.

"Go away, you dumb thing. You can understand but you can't speak, right?"

Liu Haiyun chased the servant away and immediately asked Zhao Yushu to open a jar of wine and pour it for them.

Zhao Yushu nodded hurriedly.

"Can you read?"

Zhao Yushu chuckled and shook his head.

"That's great. Hmm, this wine is crystal clear. Ha, it's really strong and good. Tomorrow at this time, if you send another cart, I'll host you and let everyone taste your wine. Go back and tell your shopkeeper that no matter who wants it, they should leave three or five jars for me every day. I'll pay you."

Zhao Yushu smiled foolishly again and nodded.

"This mute is quite interesting. Grandpa is very happy today. Don't rush back. Just wait here and pour the wine. I will reward you later."

Hey, this daily task has become a side quest?

According to Zhao Yushu's expectation, he would give him wine and have the chance to see him once a day. One day, he would not go out and would let him take him home. Every day, he would only need to walk on this road when he went out, and it would not affect his other plans.

But now, he actually asked himself to stay and be a servant. It didn't mean that he liked Zhao Yushu very much, but his identity as a mute began to play a role.

These dudes don't want others to know what they want to talk about, but they can know it as someone who can only listen but can't speak or write.

Could it be that my luck has come again and I can get some secrets from them?

Zhao Yushu almost couldn't help laughing. He had been studying Khitan language for a long time and it was finally coming in handy.