You are unlucky and I am tough

The moon is full in the west.

The Zhu brothers prepared lunch. Zhao Xiuwen took advantage of everyone leaving the box to eat and returned alone to take out the hairband from the vase.

There was nothing on the headband. He took out a lighter and heated it, and words appeared on it - The remaining bandits in Jiuhua Mountain, the abandoned City God Temple in Yangjia Hutong, west of the city.

Zhao Xiuwen was confused after reading it. Without time to think deeply, he simply set the hairband on fire and went back to his seat.

After eating and drinking, the results of the painting copying came out, and He Ming from the He family in the provincial capital won.

With his superb painting skills, he won the highest number of votes and was awarded the prize of a white porcelain dragon and phoenix vase.

After taking them in his hands and examining them carefully, He Ming curiously asked Zhu Yongsi who made the pair of bottles and expressed his interest in making friends with them.

Zhu Yongsi and He Ming have been getting along very well recently. Zhu Yongsi has kept a record of who sent the gifts and the list of gifts at home, and promised him that she would go back and take a look.

Lin Zelan drank a lot of wine during the banquet and was a little drunk, so he rested on the recliner in the compartment.

Zhu Shaoyuan had some hangover tea sent up from the building and personally brought it to the cubicle. He sat beside it and gently brushed his finger across Lin Zelan's cheek. "Why are you competing with them? Those guys were clearly trying to get you drunk on purpose."

There were five or six scholars at the dinner table who considered themselves good friends with Zhao Xiuwen. They were unhappy that Lin Zelan had snatched away the painting Zhao Xiuwen liked, so they deliberately got him drunk. Everyone at the table was watching, but no one dared to say a word.

"Weren't you quite amused just now?" Lin Zelan opened her eyes. "Master Zhu, do you want me to beg you for help, or do you want to make fun of me like they did?"

"Do you know why I didn't help you?"

Lin Zelan remained silent and did not answer. Her eyes became even more beautiful as they were covered with a layer of drunkenness, and a hint of intoxicating red appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"Because I'm unhappy." Zhu Shaoyuan asked himself, his fingers moving from light touch to caress. "You rarely smile at me, so why would you smile at them?"

The hand slowly moved down to the slender neck, and the thumb was raised to gently stroke his lips.

"Zelan, I really like you, can't you feel it?"

"I feel it." Lin Zelan looked at him, his face calm. "But so what?"

Just as he finished speaking, his throat suddenly tightened, and Zhu Shaoyuan actually grabbed his neck.

The feeling of suffocation made Lin Zelan frown, and then he saw the angry expression on the face of the person in front of him. He smiled, "It's really... rare. It turns out that Master Zhu can also get angry."

"Others think I'm gentle and good-tempered, but that's because I never show my emotions for people or things I don't care about." Zhu Shaoyuan loosened his grip little by little. "On the contrary, if I care about you, any of your actions will affect my emotions."

"You can be cold and indifferent to me, but if I find out that you look at someone differently, I will kill him."

Lin Zelan sensed murderous intent in him, "Is this your true face?"

Zhu Shaoyuan did not answer, but leaned over and approached with his head lowered.

Disgust flashed in Lin Zelan's eyes, and she wanted to resist, holding down his hands like iron clamps, making him unable to move.

Zhu Shaoyuan bit his lower lip until it bled, and he felt relieved and returned to normal.

His eyes were gentle and he spoke softly, "You rest here first, I'll take you back later."

Lin Zelan wiped the blood from his lips and sneered, "You are the same as them. I am just a toy in your eyes."

Zhu Shaoyuan frowned, "I was just angry just now. If you are unhappy, I can apologize."

"unnecessary."

"Lin Zelan, what do you want? Am I not good to you?"

"You said you like me, doesn't that mean you want to have sex with me?"

The half-lying man reached out and grabbed Zhu Shaoyuan's collar, using the force to move closer, "Stop pretending to be a gentleman, you're not one at all. Why don't you do it now? I don't care. Don't bother me again after you're done."

Zhu Shaoyuan's face darkened instantly, "In the final analysis, you just don't believe me."

Lin Zelan said nothing, one hand already unbuckling his belt. Zhu Shaoyuan suddenly pushed him away and walked away.

Lin Zelan fell back into the recliner, disgust evident on her face.

After a while, he took the sobering tea at hand, drank it, stood up and walked to the fence.

The wind was quite strong today, and it felt a little chilly on his body. He stood there for a long time until a small boat appeared and docked downstairs.

The three people on the boat got off the boat and went ashore, their silver masks flashing coldly in the sunlight.

Lin Zelan walked out of the compartment. The scholars outside were playing chess. Four chessboards were placed in the four directions of east, south, west and north. Zhu Shaoyuan stood in the center, and the other scholars gathered around to watch the game.

Zhu Shaoyuan's eyes were calm, his fingers gently holding a black piece, playing chess with four people at the same time, and his moves were very fast without any confusion.

The scholars watching the game whispered to each other, analyzing the situation on the board and marveling at Zhu Shaoyuan's chess skills.

Lin Zelan gave a look to Zhao Xiuwen who was watching the chess game with him, but the other party didn't understand and frowned at him.

Lin Zelan raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Zhao Xiuwen's eyes flashed with shock, and he silently retreated outside.

"Gentlemen, please enjoy the freshly brewed Bailongjing tea." A waiter from the building came to serve tea, moving among the crowd.

Bailongjing is a good tea, and the scholars picked up their cups to taste it.

The waiter walked over to one of the scholars playing chess, refilled his empty cup with tea, then looked up at Zhu Shaoyuan, who was making a move with his back to him.

There was a flash of cold light under the tea tray, and the waiter pulled out a dagger and stabbed directly at him.

"Brother, be careful." Zhu Yongsi shouted, almost at the same time as the assassin's action.

Zhu Shaoyuan listened to the wind and determined the position. He moved to the side and the tip of the knife just scratched his collar. He raised his leg and kicked the assassin in the chest.

Unable to control his instinctive reaction, the assassin flew out.

Then another "guy" drew his dagger and rushed forward. This time, Zhu Shaoyuan resisted the urge to attack and staggered back.

The group of scholars who were powerless suddenly panicked. Some shouted, some ran away, tables and chairs overturned, and teacups shattered.

Zhu Shaoyuan knocked over the chessboard on the west side, and the black and white chess pieces fell like raindrops, bouncing and rolling on the ground.

With a bang, Zhu Yongsi picked up a chessboard and smashed it over, hitting the assassin on the head. The assassin screamed and fell to the ground with blood on his head.

Zhu Shaoyuan was about to take the opportunity to escape, but the other assassin who was kicked away got up, raised his knife and rushed forward again, aiming the knife straight at his throat!

Zhu Shaoyuan grabbed a handful of chess pieces and threw them over, then grabbed the assassin's knife-wielding hand and the two men wrestled with each other.

Zhu Yong thought about going to help, but the assassin who was hit on the head by the chessboard also got up. Zhu Yong kicked him directly and raised his knife to kill him.

A teapot flew over and hit him, and the assassin was scalded by the boiling hot tea. Zhao Xiuwen stepped forward and helped Zhu Yongsi up from the ground.

The assassin became enraged and chased the two men, hacking and stabbing them wildly, and Zhao Xiuwen's arm was scratched.

At the same time, on the other side, the last "guy" who had been hiding and not taking action pulled out the dagger from his sleeve behind Zhu Shaoyuan.

Zhu Shaoyuan's ears twitched, realizing there was danger behind him. He was about to grab the assassin in front of him and fall to the ground to avoid it when he heard a muffled groan behind him.

Looking back, he saw a white figure blocking his way.