Chapter 559

"Left, left, eh, eh, eh, too far, too far, don't move, right, right, right, downward, downward, not you, I'm talking to you, use more strength, with just you few, even if you use all your strength, you can't hurt me."

Deep, lush tree shade shrouded the entire courtyard, turning into a mass of ink-green that couldn't be dissolved.

The reclining chair rocked back and forth.

Xu Zishuai lay spread-eagled with his eyes closed. Four or five Xu family disciples were massaging his shoulders and legs, their eyes full of worship.

Life,

is so comfortable!

Just enjoying it.

The hammering on his legs suddenly disappeared without a trace, while the kneading force on his shoulders kept increasing.

It was surprisingly large.

Xu Zishuai was puzzled.

The Xu family disciples in the garden were all fourteen or fifteen years old, just at the age of learning martial arts. Those who developed slowly hadn't even started yet; how could they have so much strength?

Could it be that they also had martial bones?

"Kid, your shoulder massage has quite a bit of strength, not bad, born with divine strength, great prospects. It's a pity, if you kneaded an ordinary person, you might break two collarbones. If you knead me, you still have to practice... hiss!"

A massive force came from his shoulder blade, hurting Xu Zishuai so much he almost screamed. He shrank his spine and slid down hard.

Looking up in alarm, his pupils dilated sharply.

"Liang Shidi!"

Liang Qu loosened his hand with an expressionless face.

Xu Zishuai flipped over like a sparrow hawk. He wanted to massage his shoulders, but the Xu family disciples all stood to the side. He moved his shoulders slightly and pretended to be calm.

"Ahem, what a coincidence, Cao Shixiong was just praising you."

"I heard it."

"Haha, you heard it."

Xu Zishuai laughed three times, put down his apron, dusted off non-existent dust, and stepped to the side.

Walking a few steps.

Liang Qu followed a few steps.

The Xu family disciples' eyes followed them, and then they saw the two of them running into the corner of the garden, "chasing each other."

They looked at each other.

"Big Brother Xu's junior brother?"

The boy who was massaging his legs shivered in the hot weather: "He looks so fierce. One look at me, and I didn't dare to massage Big Brother Xu's legs anymore."

"Why does Big Brother Xu seem to be afraid of his own junior brother?"

"How can a senior brother be afraid of a junior brother? You must have seen it wrong."

"If he's not afraid, why run to the corner?"

"They must have a good relationship as senior and junior brothers and are whispering, not wanting us to hear."

"Actually, I don't care at all about the Hai Yecha eating humble pie; I'm not concerned. The main thing is that I found out our Mistress and the Sea-Patrolling Hai Yecha's mother, that Xu Ying from the third room, have a grudge!" Xu Zishuai said with certainty. "When it comes down to it, it's a matter of one hand for the Liang Shidi. Not for himself, but shouldn't he vent his anger for the Mistress?"

"A grudge?" Liang Qu's expression tightened slightly. "What grudge?"

Xu Zishuai sighed heavily and paced back and forth, making people wonder if he was stalling for time to make up an excuse.

He did a few small actions for a while.

Xu Zishuai took seven steps and opened his mouth to chant.

Liang Qu interrupted: "Boiling beans to make soup?"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, I thought Cao Shixiong was going to compose a poem in seven steps."

Compose a poem in seven steps?

Xu Zishuai was confused and didn't know if he should cooperate and laugh.

"Cao Shixiong, continue."

"Ahem, alright." Xu Zishuai covered his mouth and coughed, resuming his train of thought. "It is said that to teach a child, one must lead by example. The scoundrel personality of the Huo family Hai Yecha must have a source; actually, it's all from his mother!"

"His mother?"

"Yes! His mother!" Xu Zishuai became more and more coherent. "Like mother, like son. Since childhood, our Mistress and Xu Ying were in the same school, and coincidentally, Xu Ying sat behind her!

That was truly suffering!

Every day she would pull her hair, give her nicknames, flick ink dots from her brush. When she went home, she would be teary-eyed. At that time, Magistrate Xu hadn't retired and was often not at home. Children without a father are easy to bully; calling to heaven, there was no response, calling to earth, there was no answer. How pitiful.

With such a big grudge, such big anger, shouldn't the Liang Shidi vent it?"

Liang Qu was silent for a long time.

"The Hai Yecha is twenty-five or twenty-six. Counting three years of infertility and ten months of pregnancy, at most, his mother has been married for only thirty-one or thirty-two years.

How old is the First Cao Shixiong? Our Mistress has been married to Master for at least forty years. The two are more than ten years apart, almost a generation apart. Can they be in the same school reading books?"

"Taking a step back, the Xu family runs a family school. Regardless of age, everyone reads in the same room. Just based on this age difference, can the Mistress be bullied by a four or five-year-old girl?"

Xu Zishuai was speechless.

His eyeballs turned slightly.

"This, Liang Shidi, you don't understand. It's precisely because it's a family school that age difference is okay. Seven or eight, eleven or twelve, is not as good as five or six..."

Liang Qu's eyes were like "needle pricks."

Xu Zishuai stopped in time.

Done for.

The impromptu one wasn't rounded off.

He racked his brains.

His inspiration flashed again.

"Hey! It doesn't matter if Liang Shidi doesn't believe me, you know Sister Lian, right!"

"I don't know her, I've heard of her." Liang Qu recalled the previous discussion among the servants. "From the second room?"

"Yes, yes, from the second room! I can't figure out the seniority either. There are too many Xu family members, and it's all twisted. Our Mistress and Sister Lian have a very good relationship, not sisters by blood, but better than sisters!

Sister Lian's son was beaten by that Hai Yecha until he couldn't get out of bed! This is clearly slapping our Mistress in the face. Slapping the Mistress in the face, isn't that slapping your face? If the Liang Shidi can endure that, then I have to say, your temper is too good!"

Liang Qu: "..."

Three times in a row, the tone changed quite quickly.

Seeing that the Liang Shidi didn't believe him.

The muscles on his shoulders were aching even more.

Xu Zishuai broke out in a cold sweat. He had a third flash of wisdom, grabbed the person, and walked out of the courtyard.

"Let's go, let's go. Hearing is false, seeing is believing! If Liang Shidi doesn't believe me, it's useless even if I talk until I'm blue in the face. I'll take you to confront the Mistress. Both families are in the room eating melon seeds and talking about this! That's enough, right?"

Liang Qu was suspicious.

So confident?

The courtyard was bustling with activity.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of shells. August, September, and October are the harvest season for peanuts, walnuts, and melon seeds.

The raw ones are sweet and oily; the cooked ones are salty, fragrant, and crispy.

The entire hall was filled with the smell of nuts, which made people feel overheated just by smelling it.

Children running and playing back and forth stepped on them, crushing all kinds of shells, making a crackling sound.

Xu Rongguang's birthday and the October Great Hunting Meeting were approaching. With the two events colliding, it was even livelier than the New Year, and many Xu family disciples returned to the clan one after another.

The return of Lady Xu's family was mixed in, and it didn't seem unusual at first, but the news of Yang Dongxiong's impending achievement as a Grandmaster had been fermenting for less than two hours.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Xu family disciples from various branches strolling on the street and in-laws of other surnames returned upon hearing the news, visiting the door, breaking the threshold to chat about family matters.

Those with good relationships and those with bad ones all had smiling faces at this time.

Those who were quick-handed and quick-footed had all prepared a gift, keeping Nan Di very busy, her hands and feet aching.

"Counting them all, from every branch and every lineage, Sister Wan really has the best fate! I'm so envious. She married out for decades, and not only is she getting younger, but I'm afraid she's about to earn the title of a noble lady!"

"Everyone has their own fate. At first, I just thought the Ninth was a good child. Who would have thought he would have such great success later, letting my old Yang share the glory."

Yang Dongxiong was in seclusion; Xu Rongguang and Old Lady Xu lacked energy.

Only Lady Xu sat at the head of the table, facing everyone's flattery, loosening her hand to pour empty melon seed shells into the tray, her expression faint.

"Ninth, Ninth, Sister Wan keeps chanting about him. Why don't you bring him out to let us see and let the disciples of each family open their eyes!" A lady grabbed a running boy, hugged him, and sat him on her lap. "So that my boy can rub off some martial luck!"

"Yes, Master Yang is in seclusion, but your Ninth is young, surely he won't be too?"

Once these words were spoken, the response was enthusiastic. Every household seemed to have the attitude of not leaving until they saw him.

Lady Xu thought for a moment and looked at Nan Di.

"Long Yao told me that the Ninth Young Master went out for a walk earlier..." Nan Di lowered her head to reply, her peripheral vision suddenly seeing two figures approaching. Her eyes brightened, and she leaned forward, "Mistress, the Ninth Young Master is back!"

There were many people in the room, and there was no lack of those with sensitive ears, reminding each other.

Dozens of gazes swept over.

Liang Qu's footsteps paused slightly, but he saw countless hands wearing gold and silver beckoning constantly.

"Come quickly, come quickly!"

"The child is truly handsome!"

"Sit down, let Auntie take a good look! What does the genius who can teach the Holy Emperor and the Prince of Yue look like!"

Liang Qu walked into the room in a daze. Halfway there, he realized he had been set up!

Damn!

By the time he wanted to step over the threshold, it was too late. He had already been grabbed by countless hands and dragged into the room.

Looking back.

Where was there any shadow?

Under the eaves.

Xu Zishuai leaned against the courtyard wall and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his temples.

"Phew, that was close!"