Chapter 20: 20. Isn't It Normal for a Gentleman to Know Archery

20. Isn't It Normal for a Gentleman to Know Archery

Bustling market.

The food falling from the sky caused a temporary congestion on the street.

In the sky, a giant falcon, like an arrow leaving the string, accurately pounced into the window that was throwing food, and it landed steadily on someone's arm.

This raptor had a snow-white base, with black-brown spots like dots of ink, splashing all the way from the neck to the wing tail. Its wings were beautiful, its beak was sharp like a halberd, and it was very pretty.

It tilted its head, its cold and sharp golden eyes reflecting this luxurious private room on the third floor of Yuanming Tower.

There was a disheveled man with an excited look, as if he had just woken up, his purple sleeping robe untied, standing by the window of the private room with his chest exposed.

He and the snow falcon on his arm looked around the room like evil wolves.

Besides the eight burly Kunlun slaves standing at the door, there was a row of trembling slave girls kneeling on the ground inside.

"Alright, continue serving the dishes, don't delay Young Master's good deeds."

The slave girls went out to serve dishes trembling.

After speaking, the man in the purple sleeping robe with the falcon on his arm grabbed a plate of hot food, sprinkled it out the window, teased the snow falcon again, turned his head to the falcon-raising slave among the row of arrogant slaves, and said casually: "Jueyun'er is hungry, serve meat."

The falcon-raising slave silently opened a small brocade box he carried with him and took out the food for the falcon.

Just at this moment, among the slave girls who were entering to serve dishes and didn't dare to raise their heads, a tall Hu girl with deep eyes and a high nose just walked to the table with a plate of meat. The "Cloud-Piercing Falcon" on the arm seemed to smell the meat, and suddenly spread its wings, wanting to pounce.

"Ah!"

The tall Hu girl was so scared that the vegetable plate in her hand swayed and smashed to the ground. The broken porcelain with oil scattered all over the floor, and a few pieces also fell beside the man in the purple sleeping robe by the window.

The room was suddenly silent.

The man in the purple sleeping robe who was excitedly throwing food by the window calmed down instantly, turned his head slowly, and looked at the tall Hu girl who was kowtowing and begging for mercy among the broken porcelain.

The "Cloud-Piercing Falcon" on his arm jumped down. This beast, which was starving, was pecking at the meat on the ground.

"Sigh."

The man in the purple sleeping robe sighed at the Hu girl on the ground.

He squatted down and hooked her chin up.

He tilted his head and asked in confusion:

"Why did you knock over Young Master's food? Losing your temper?"

"Slave... slave doesn't dare, Master spare my life, Master spare my life!"

"Really not losing your temper?"

"No, it's that slave's hand slipped. How would I dare to lose my temper at Master? Master spare my life."

"Hu, it's good that you're not losing your temper. I'm most afraid of others losing their temper at me. My second brother likes to lose his temper at me, and it's that kind of cold violence. I really can't stand the cold face every day. Eldest brother is better. He never loses his temper at me. He is always light and breezy. Even if I do something wrong, Eldest brother only teaches me, never scolds me."

"So, girl, it's good that you didn't lose your temper. Let's get along well. Don't lose your temper, okay?"

The Hu girl said with tears in her voice, "I don't dare, slave doesn't dare..."

"Shh shh shh, don't cry, alright, alright, don't cry. It won't look good if you cry again. Although I think you foreigners are all very ugly, pitying the fragrant and cherishing the jade is also a virtue of our Heavenly Dynasty, isn't it?

"Come, Young Master will wipe your tears for you. Don't cry."

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" The Hu girl kowtowed in gratitude with pear blossoms and rain.

"No need to thank me. But if you really want to thank me, then help me feed the falcon. This plate of meat is quite fragrant, and Cloud-Piercing Falcon is greedy too."

"Okay, okay, slave will feed the falcon for Master!" The Hu girl was like receiving an amnesty, and immediately went to pick up the meat on the ground.

The man in the purple sleeping robe made two light "tsk" sounds and patted her head to stop her, "Wait, don't use this meat on the ground. Use mine."

He reached out his hand, and the falcon-raising slave coldly handed over a box of mixed meat paste.

"My fresh wild bird meat paste, Cloud-Piercing Falcon likes it best. Its beak can pierce through iron plates. Be careful. Help me feed it."

The tall Hu girl hurriedly reached out to take it, and the man in the purple sleeping robe placed the plate in her hand, but grabbed her wrist, not letting her move.

The Hu girl was confused. He grabbed a handful of mixed meat paste from the plate and began to smear it from the Hu girl's forehead all the way down to her neck, especially carefully smearing a lot of bloody meat paste on her eye sockets, which were unique to foreigners.

The Hu girl was stunned. Her face, which had exotic features, was covered with slippery meat paste. After the man in the purple sleeping robe finished smearing it without paying attention to anyone, he leisurely picked up the plate, sprinkled the remaining meat on her black hair, and threw the plate aside.

He took a silk handkerchief handed over by a Kunlun slave, wiped his hands, and said slowly a sentence that made the Hu girl fall into an ice cave.

"What are you still stunned for? Run down the stairs quickly. My falcon has been hungry for a few days. It likes the meat on your face best. Don't wipe it off. Run quickly. If you can jump into the Butterfly Creek at the wharf before it pounces on your face, I'll leave you your eyes. Tsk tsk, these cat-like green eyes are so ugly."

The room was silent for a moment.

But as the falcon-raising slave pressed the struggling falcon on his arm and turned to look at her coldly.

The Hu girl let out an "Ah" scream and ran out of the door like crazy, running downstairs.

Four Kunlun slaves chased down to prevent her from hiding in the building and not going to the street.

And the man in the purple sleeping robe by the window, whose screams echoed, seemed to have opened some switch on his body. A second before, he was still compassionate and pitiful, but the next second he jumped on the spot, laughing wildly, his blood rushing to his face. He was incomparably excited, ran to the window, looked down at the Hu girl who was desperately pushing away the refugees and running for her life on the street, and shouted:

"Run, run, run faster. Don't you like dancing the Hu whirl? Young Master wants to see how strong your legs are!"

"Junior Sister... Lingjiang brother, what are you doing?"

"Obviously, buying things."

"I know, but why are you buying swords and bows?"

"I am a gentleman."

"Uh, then I am too."

"Different. I am truly a gentleman."

"Did you see that I am fake?"

"No. But we are still different."

"And then?"

"The sword is the instrument of a gentleman, so it should be equipped. 'Shooting' is one of the six arts of a gentleman stipulated by the sages, so it should also be equipped."

"Then 'driving' is also one. Do you want to equip you with a horse?"

"It's not impossible, but it's all water and marshes outside, not convenient for riding."

"Fine, reasonable and well-founded, and rich, do as you please. I'm going to buy some oranges. You stand here and don't move."

"Okay."

In the bustling West Market, Ouyang Rong and Yan Wuxu found Xie Lingjiang, who was picking bows and swords in the weapon shop, and were somewhat stunned.

This Xie family noble woman actually didn't love red makeup, but loved the instruments of a gentleman.

Ouyang Rong laughed dumbly, didn't care about her, and after the group purchased some things, they gathered together, walked through the West Market, and returned to the county office.

However, just as they stepped into a bustling street, they were blocked. Looking carefully, on the street next to a luxurious restaurant in front, a group of refugees were crowding and grabbing food, while on the third floor of the restaurant, a crazy young master was wildly throwing food, laughing and scolding.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang frowned together. Yan Wuxu took a look, his face ugly, and said, "It seems to be Liu Zilin, the third young master of the Liu family. He calls himself the Third Prince on weekdays and is a bully in Longcheng..."

Ouyang Rong didn't need Yan Liulang's introduction to see that this was a heavyweight.

"Magistrate, we..."

"You go to the county office and call people."

But just as the group stopped, in the crowd grabbing food under Yuanming Tower, a Hu girl with a dirty, tearful face suddenly squeezed out, emotionally collapsed, and wanted to separate the crowd to escape.

But the crowd on the street was dense, and there was no gap for her to drill through. Behind her, several burly Kunlun slaves also laughed and chased over to surround her.

At the window on the third floor, the man in the purple sleeping robe, who seemed to be called "Liu Zilin," had a flushed face, licked his lips, nodded as if counting down a few times, and suddenly roared an order:

"Throw the falcon!"

A fierce cry of a raptor suddenly sounded on the long street!

A strong giant falcon "shot" out from the food-throwing window, like an arrow that couldn't turn back once fired.

The crowd scattered like a tide. But the collapsed Hu girl was already too late to run, fell to the ground, and crawled backward, but Cloud-Piercing Falcon had already pounced.

Just at the moment when Liu Zilin on the building was full of anticipation, waiting for the scene of flesh and blood blooming to descend.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Plus a sad cry of a raptor.

The whole scene was silent.

The crying Hu girl was stunned, touching her face.

Nothing happened.

Where is the falcon?

The crowd watching, and the crazy Liu Zilin upstairs were all stunned, turning their heads to look.

A snow-white bird was nailed to a plaque with the two characters "Yuanming" written on it by a thin arrow.

Fresh blood splashed all over the clean white plaque paper.

At the end of the street, Ouyang Rong turned his head silently to look at the Xie family young lady beside him who was still maintaining the posture of bending the bow and shooting the eagle. Her pair of thin eyebrows were beside the string, her standing posture was standard, and her chest, which was already vast, was opened because of pulling the bow, which was very dashing, a bit like Kikyo.

The eyes of the whole scene also gathered over.

The next second, Liu Zilin on the third floor was furious and rushed downstairs with his servants:

"Dare to shoot my bird!"

Xie Lingjiang turned her head without changing her expression, and said to the Senior Brother who was also a gentleman: "Why is Lianghan brother looking at me like this? I am a gentleman. Isn't it normal to shoot a vicious bird?"

"..." Ouyang Rong.

You think it's a sparrow? This is a fierce eagle rushing at eighty miles per hour! ===== CHAPTER 21 =====

Do you take me for a sparrow? This is a fierce eagle charging at eighty miles per hour!