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Several thugs rushed up and surrounded us. The scholar hurried to stand behind me. I really wanted to strike him dead with one palm, causing me to have to fight several at a time each time.
As I knocked out the last thug, the madam's expression turned serious.
I sat down by myself, with the scholar following closely behind me.
"I am not just a scholar, I can take you down, Wanhua tower."
A servant ran up to her and said something. She smiled and said, "She's just a woman. If Mr. wants her, then give her to Mr. Go and bring her to Mr."
The woman was crying with tears in her eyes. There was a thin scar on her wrist, which must have been used to force her to comply, threatening her life to make them release the person.
I held the woman's waist and swaggered away.
The scholar followed closely.
We sent the woman back home, and the three of them cried and then knelt down to thank us. I quickly helped her up as she continued to thank us with tears streaming down her face.
After bidding farewell to them, the scholar followed me all the way.
"Mr., you are truly kind. If everyone were like you, the world would be a better place."
I turned my head: "Why are you following me?"
He looked a bit embarrassed: "I... got lost."
Can this person be any more stupid?
In a moment of lowered eyes, I caught a glimpse of whip marks on his arm, and I furrowed my brows. He nervously grabbed my hand and said, "Mr..."
I impatiently said, "Stop calling me Mr., I have a name, my name is Chu Yue."
The marks on his arms were intricate, with both old and new wounds. It was intriguing - how could a mere scholar have such injuries all over his body?
"How did you get hurt?"
He pursed his lips and remained silent.
I raised my eyebrows, then I'll take you back, I don't believe you won't talk!
I have never brought anyone back, so my master was very surprised to see the scholar: "Who is it? Could it be... your beloved?"
The scholar was extremely nervous: "I... this... Mr.Chu is a man, sir, please don't say it randomly!"
Sir? I struggled to hold back my laughter.
The master detests being called "big brother" the most. As expected, he immediately started to bristle and glare, saying, "You're the big brother! Your whole family are big brothers!"
The scholar was at a loss and tightly grabbed my sleeve.
I led him into the room: "He hates it when people call him 'big brother.' Just like me, you can call him 'master.'"
He nodded in confusion, and I went to the room to get some medicine for him.
The top-quality moisturizing cream made him furrow his brow.
Some parts of the wound had scabbed over, and I glanced at him.
"This scab. Needs to be picked, bear with it."
He is tough, not a word of complaint.
After taking the medicine, I let down my tied-up long hair and crossed my legs, looking at him.
"Tell me, what's the story behind this injury?"
He looked at me with wide eyes, full of disbelief, "You, you, you, you... you're a woman?"
I nodded, "So what if I'm a woman?"
"I have been rude, please don't be offended, young lady."
I waved my hand, "Never mind that, just tell me how you got this injury on your hand?"
He sighed deeply.
"I was originally the tutor of Prime Minister's Mansion young lady. One day, I happened to encounter her having a private meeting with her lover, who was a street ruffian. I just advised her a few words, but she unexpectedly tore her clothes, shouted for help, and accused me of being indecent towards her. I was beaten up and then driven out."
I played with the teacup in my hand, and I had heard earlier that Prime Minister's Mansion was arrogant and unreasonable, but I didn't realize they were so good at distorting the truth.
"The other day, when I was selling books on the street, I ran into her again. Without a word, she had someone beat me up and threatened to say that I was a fraud, specifically cheating people out of their money. I had hoped to make some money that day, but they took it all back."
He lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry to have amused the young lady. I am... so useless."
"How about I teach you some self-defense martial arts? That way, if you want to promote good and punish evil, you won't just end up getting beaten up."
He looked up at me, his eyes lighting up.
"This... is so wonderful! So wonderful!"
I picked up the sword and walked outside the courtyard. "What is your name?"
"I am Wen Zhi."
Although I intended to teach him martial arts, he is ultimately just a scholar. He gets tired after practicing for half a day, and hasn't learned a single move. I stand on the steps, looking down at him and say, "Is your physical strength this poor?"
He pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but I'm really dull. I haven't learned a single move all day."
I dropped the sword and sat slumped on the steps.
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