Perhaps seeing Xin'er's interesting face made Muchuan want to "bully" her, so he smiled evilly and said, "Since kissing is not allowed... then can other things be fine?"
"Brother, what are you referring to?"
"At the moment of spring night, it is cloudy and raining in Wushan."
Xin'er instantly understood what he said, her watery eyes widened, and she stamped her feet fiercely. She said angrily: "Brother, you are a bad guy, you are a bad guy! Xin'er is ignoring you!"
Just like that, she ran out of the house and disappeared in an instant.
"Xin'er, Xin'er..." Muchuan called out a few words, but he couldn't call her back.
The trouble is big. Is Xin'er really angry?
But it shouldn't be. He didn't say anything too outrageous. In modern times, this level of joking between lovers should only be regarded as "fun". After all, he and she are already in a relationship that can be discussed.
Already.
Wait, this is not modern, this is ancient times! Maybe women in ancient times couldn't hear such jokes, and would only regard them as a kind of "bad taste" and "disrespect". If that were the case, wouldn't they have angered Xin for no reason?
Son?
The more Muchuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he wanted to chase Xin'er back.
The key is that Muchuan was seriously injured. At this time, his whole body was covered with gauze and he was lying on the bed to rest! As soon as he got out of bed, his feet hurt and he almost fell to the ground. Don't even think about chasing Xiner at this time, for fear that he would even fall to the ground.
I can't even walk.
After staying in bed like this for half an hour, there were messy footsteps outside the door.
"Greetings to the Lord Shangshu."
There were two people saluting outside the door.
One person is an old acquaintance, Zhang Jiujiu, the Prime Minister of Jingxian County in Chang'an City. He is thin and wearing a brown official uniform of the seventh rank.
The other person was an official, with small eyes and a small nose, tall and thin. This person should be the official who saved Muchuan.
At this time, Temujin vigorously led the two people in, and said to Muchuan: "Sir, we have already brought them!"
According to Temujin's vigorous introduction, the official's name was Zhang Xiaozhu, and it was his astuteness that discovered the gangster's intentions and saved Muchuan.
Although Zhang Xiaozhu was just an official with a low status, he was the one who saved Muchuan, so Muchuan bowed to him and handed over his hand.
"Brother Zhang, thank you for saving my life. I want you to come here this time to express your gratitude."
"What did Mr. Muchuan say? This is what a villain should do! It is a privilege for a villain to be able to help you. You don't have to say thank you."
"Brother Zhang, we don't want to talk politely. We asked you to come here to see if you have encountered any difficulties?
You are my savior, I can help you if you are in trouble."
"No need, no need, I'm fine, no difficulties!"
Zhang Xiaozhu patted his chest proudly, looking generous and chivalrous.
In fact, I don’t know if this is because Zhang Xiaozhu is afraid to accept gifts, or if he is really being humble and polite.
After all, in the Tang Dynasty, there were often cruel officials who promised a lot of good things to their subordinates, but in the end they were unable to fulfill them and were even beaten, scolded and killed. Perhaps it was because of this that Zhang Xiaozhu did not dare to ask for rewards. After all, he did not know what kind of person Muchuan was.
But it was Temujin Dali who mentioned it at this time: "Mr. Muchuan, Brother Zhang's family is poor. He has three elders and four children. If we can help him with money, he should be able to alleviate his hardship."
When Zhang Xiaozhu heard this, he shouted repeatedly: "I can't do it, I can't do it. This villain is from a humble background, how can he accept such a heavy gift?"
You can't do that, sir!"
"Brother Zhang, don't refuse. Since I want to thank you, you don't have to be humble."
Muchuan held his chin with his right hand and thought slightly, "That's good. I'll give you five hundred taels of gold as a token of gratitude."
Hearing that he could accept five hundred taels of gold, Zhang Xiaozhu's knees softened and he fell to the ground. Then he shouted repeatedly: "Too much, too much!"
Next to him, Zhang Jiujiu, the Prime Minister of Jingxian County, also exclaimed: "Yes, Master Shangshu, this gift is too much..."
Is it much?
Muchuan didn't think it was much. Five hundred taels of gold was just a drop in the bucket to him.
But then I think about it, according to an ordinary family of four, five hundred taels of gold is enough for this family to live a wealthy life, right?
Even a family like Zhang Xiaozhu's, with many elderly people and many children, can live a life of frugality and food and clothing.
Okay, then think about it, five hundred taels of gold is indeed a bit much for an ordinary official, but Muchuan has already said what he said, so there is no reason to take it back.
"Brother Zhang, please accept it. This is my gratitude to you."
"My lord, you don't need so much...it's enough for you to reward me with five taels of gold."
It seems that this Zhang Xiaozhu does not seem to be a greedy person. If an ordinary person encounters this kind of thing, let alone 500 taels of gold, even 5,000 taels of gold can be accepted.
Perhaps because of Zhang Xiaozhu's "indifferent to fame and wealth" temperament, Muchuan decided to give him five hundred taels of gold.
At this time, Muchuan pretended to be angry and said: "Brother Zhang, are you looking down on me?
Or are you saying that my life is not worth a mere five hundred taels of gold?"
"No...no."
When he saw Muchuan getting angry, Zhang Xiaozhu was so frightened that his legs became weak.
Next to him, Zhang Jiujiu, the Prime Minister of Jingxian County, was a very observant person. He was afraid of making Muchuan unhappy, so he repeatedly tugged on Zhang Xiaozhu's clothes, as if to give him a hint.
Zhang Xiaozhu is also an understanding person, and no longer refuses, he kneels on the ground with a plop, kowtows and thanks: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
Muchuan didn't like this kneeling ceremony. Temujin Dali knew Muchuan's temperament very well, so he stepped forward and quickly helped Zhang Xiaozhu up.
"Brother Zhang, you are my benefactor. It's my duty to thank you... just don't kneel down."
"Yes Yes!"
Zhang Xiaozhu appeared confused for a while. It seemed that he had received a "wealth from heaven" inexplicably, which caught him off guard.
However, Muchuan expressed his gratitude at this time, and in this way he repaid Zhang Xiaozhu's kindness.
As for the next thing, it was natural to find out the identity of Xiaorou and the group of big men. Muchuan just happened to see Zhang Jiujiu, the Prime Minister of Jingxian County, here, thinking that he should be the one in charge of this government office, right?
When Mu Chuan asked, Zhang Jiujiu replied with fear: "Exactly what your Excellency thought, this incident falls under the jurisdiction of the lower official, so... I also have a share of credit for saving Your Excellency."
Zhang Jiujiu said playfully with a smile. Although it sounded euphemistic, the underlying meaning was also straightforward. He just wanted to get a reward with Muchuan.
Muchuan couldn't help rolling his eyes and asked with great dissatisfaction: "What's wrong, Master Zhang? Isn't this matter of public security not within the scope of your duties?"
I haven't asked yet why this happened in your territory?"
