Daqin: A buff of incredible comprehension

After that, he picked up the bottle and poured the wine. The atmosphere finally became more harmonious.

Zhao threatened viciously, "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down."

When Zhou Qing heard him mention his ancestor's name, he immediately looked around nervously.

"Will you teach me?"

Zhao asked loudly, "Uh... since Lord Wang insists on doing this, then fine."

"How much you can learn depends on your luck, sir."

Zhou Qing agreed reluctantly.

No reward without merit. First, I rescued him from prison, then I helped him pay for his prostitution. Regardless of the other party's ulterior motives or whether it was accidental, this favor must be repaid.

"It's really grand."

"Come, let me toast you."

Snapped!

Zhao had just released his hand and said something polite when he suddenly felt a sharp slap. Zhou Qing subconsciously shuddered, but his face didn't feel any pain. Before the other party could react, a harsh curse came from the other side of the stall:

"Kid, you're giving me face! It's only three hundred coins. You said you'd pay it all at the end of the year, but you keep nagging me! Get out!"

A tall, burly man cursed, appearing extremely impatient. Two young men sat beside him, legs crossed, looking nonchalant. The man being beaten was ragged and skinny, clearly a laborer.

He covered his red face and said, "Uncle Lu, isn't it the end of the month? My family is almost out of food, and my wife and children are starving."

"Speak up!"

In a rage, the big man picked up a large bowl and threatened to smash it on his head. Xiao He hated this kind of bullying and frowned as he was about to stand up.

"I'm afraid that the big man surnamed Lu will die here today."

Zhou Qing sighed and then gestured for Xiao He to hold still. "Wait."

"How do you know that man will die here?"

Zhou Qing nodded, "Those who commit many evil deeds will be punished."

Xiao He watched for a moment and said, "I'm not sure."

"That man is strong and powerful, and he has two people to help him."

Zhou Qing looked at him meaningfully, "We'll just watch quietly."

Wow!

Despite being scolded and beaten, the poor man continued to pursue. The sturdy man surnamed Lu angrily threw his bowl at his head, causing blood to flow from his forehead.

"Uncle, you've beaten and scolded me, so it's time to pay the debt, right?"

The voice is steady and slow, with an unusual charm.

"Money? If you don't leave, I'll ** you!"

In an instant, the poor worker took out a handful of bones and quickly stepped forward, "You forced me to do this!"

With a shrill roar, he plunged his penis deep into the opponent's face. There were puffs and puffs, and no one at the scene reacted. His two companions were also frightened and did not dare to come forward to help.

"Warrior, please go ahead." Zhou Qing drank the entire bowl of wine and bowed to the man.

Xiao He's eyes showed clear admiration: "This teacher is the right choice."

After the crisp sound.

The savage light in his violent eyes gradually faded. His face was covered with blood spots, a far cry from his former honest appearance.

"Gu..."

A muffled sound escaped from the man's throat, and blood gushed from his chest, forming a red flower on the ground. He collapsed heavily onto the table, and the dishes scattered around him. He thought in disbelief—to be raped by a lowly commoner, a descendant of slaves. He had trudged dozens of miles day after day to make a living, chopping firewood and selling grass, never stopping even when covered in mud; never stopping even when his clothes were tattered.

How could he be ** like this?

The blood continued to spread and his pupils gradually lost their luster.

"Help!"

People fled in terror, screaming and scattering. Only then did the man realize what he had done. He looked at the man he once feared. He muttered to himself, calmly and numbly, "If you won't let me live, then you won't live either." He dragged his heavy feet.

 "If Chen Yue dares to deal with me, I don't think he will be able to succeed!"

"When His Majesty blames him, he will surely be driven to death."

** smiled proudly, and just then the stall owner brought the臊子面 over.

"Mmm, the fragrance is wonderful."

"Come, let's eat."

Li Wenyuan saw him calmly holding up the bowl of rice and eating with relish, and mixed emotions arose in his heart.

Although the rumors are a bit exaggerated, this person is indeed a genius.

He was really reluctant to work for the Great Zhou.

But if you work for **...it doesn't seem unacceptable.

The originally bustling stall suddenly became deserted.

A dead body lying on the ground with its eyes open, who would dare to approach?

The stall owner had a worried look on his face, and from time to time he looked at the group of people who were eating peacefully, as if he were dreaming.

"My dear father, I'm sorry to interrupt your business."

Han Fei finished the noodles in a few bites and handed the pancake to Xiangyun.

He took out a handful of copper coins and threw them casually on the stove: "This is just a small token of my apology."

The stall owner hurriedly stood up and was about to refuse when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. A group of yamen runners were rushing towards him.

The captain looked at the deceased with sharp eyes, signaled to the people behind him not to move, and then walked straight to **.

"coming."

** chewed the pot cake and stood up easily: "I'll go with you."

"Heroes," the captain took a deep breath, "We received a call saying there was a fight here."

"The one on the ground..."

"I killed him, that's right."

The captain's expression changed slightly, but he continued, "Thank you for your bravery! It turns out this is a bandit wanted by the imperial court. He has killed dozens of people and has sneaked into the vicinity of the capital."

"This person is plotting something evil in the dark, and the consequences are disastrous. Hero, you've really helped us a lot."

** said with satisfaction: "It's just a piece of cake."

"When the road is uneven, someone will naturally shovel it. When things are unfair, someone will definitely intervene. I have always loved to stand up for the weak. When I met someone like this, how could I just sit back and do nothing?"

The two sides exchanged a few polite words and reached a tacit understanding.

** used his eyes to signal Li Wenyuan: "Now that we have killed the evil villain, can we leave now?"

"Of course." The captain quickly gestured for them to leave.

"Thank you, sir."

After bowing, everyone swaggered off. Li Wenyuan followed behind, glancing back at the yamen runners busily clearing the mess. He'd expected this to be a bit of a hassle, perhaps even requiring pressure from one's status, but it hadn't been so smooth.

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In the dead of night, the sound of horse-drawn carriages echoed through the empty streets.

**He swung his belt casually in his hand and walked leisurely.

Li Wenyuan took the initiative to take off his belt and gave it to the other party: "Captain Chen, my home is too far away, you can wear my belt."

"What are you afraid of? No one's watching." ** waved his hand and took the leather belt. His outer robe was freed from its restraint and swelled up in the wind like a large sack. "How about we change?"

This leather belt was made of precious materials brought by Ying Xueer's family. The material is extremely rare. The gold buckle weighs at least half a pound and is inlaid with red jade. It is quite expensive. Thinking of this, the coolie probably knew that once he got this, he would be able to overcome any difficulties.

"Okay." Li Wenyuan took it and said readily.

Han Fei took the initiative to help ** tie an ordinary belt.

This kind is called "Shen", and only nobles and people with titles can wear it.

"I didn't ask Brother Li earlier, why did you predict that Mr. Lu would definitely die?"

After adjusting his belt, ** asked.

"That's not difficult," Li Wenyuan replied. "I was facing that direction at the time, so I could see everything clearly."

"The coolie was slapped but he covered his heart, clearly hiding a weapon. So I deduced that he had a desperate intention."

** nodded, indeed he hadn't noticed these details.

"But the other three are all strong, and he comes alone to **, how can you be sure that he will succeed?" ** asked again.

Li Wenyuan smiled and replied, "It's simple. Those people look tough on the surface, but they're actually spineless. When a real fight breaks out, they run faster than anyone else, but it's all just empty courage."

"Look at the laborer again. His family couldn't be that poor. He must be desperate to save his life by coming barefoot late at night to demand his hard-earned money. If he doesn't get it, his whole family will starve to death."

"In a fight between two people, one side has a better chance of winning with physical strength, quickness, skill, courage, and will."

** couldn't help but admire and applauded: "Mr. Li is really a tiger from a military family, with unique insights!" Han Fei also nodded in admiration.

Such a delicate mind, extraordinary strategy, and insightful insight are indeed rare people.

Chen Ting smiled slightly, his eyes gentle: "A wise man will make mistakes even if he considers a thousand times; a fool will be right once even if he considers a thousand times."

"It's just observing people's expressions. It's not really a skill."

Zhao Liang's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Li Zuoche had a conversation with Han Xin after being captured.

Unable to refuse, he spoke these words about "a wise man makes a thousand considerations".

I didn't expect this to be brought up so soon.

!

Zhao Liang suddenly realized a problem.

Kuai Che can no longer be relied upon; he is just a literary youth who is stubborn and unrepentant.

But Li Zuoche and Han Xin had known each other ten years earlier!

If nothing unexpected happens, Han Xin will be famous throughout history.

I wonder how many stories and articles the exchanges between the master and disciple over the past ten years have produced.

Wouldn’t textbooks be thicker?

"Brother Chen, I also have something to ask you."

Li Zuoche noticed that the other party was distracted, but did not interrupt immediately. After a while, he bowed respectfully.

"Brother Li, please speak." Zhao Liang responded generously.

"Why did you insist on saving that hero today?"

"We met by chance, and there is no kinship or distance between us."

"Not only did he take the blame for the crime, but he also gave him the valuable belt hook as a gift."

Li Zuoche had been confused for a long time.

Zhao Liang’s behavior is difficult to understand and we need to figure it out in order to deal with it better.

"Haha," Zhao Liang laughed.

"If I say it's because I enjoy doing good deeds, I'm afraid you won't believe me."

He pointed at himself and said, "I don't believe it either."

Zhao Liang pondered and said, "The hero's eyes were dim and lifeless at the time."

"Can I bear this!" he continued.

"I want to fill the eyes of the Qin people with hope. As long as there's light in their eyes, there's hope. No matter how hard it is, they can overcome it. On the contrary, if the light is lost, the country will inevitably collapse and even perish."

At this point, his tone gradually became heavier. Li Zuoche took a deep breath and was extremely shocked.

It turns out that this person also saw the crisis of the Qin Dynasty!