Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 15

"Uncle, how are you? Are you hurt?" Wei Zijun knew that elderly people should not fall, as they might not be able to get up after a fall.

"Let me go... let me go! Father..." The girl cried out. It turned out that the other men, seeing that their leader no longer cared about the girl and that no one was taking care of her, were overcome with lust and surrounded her.

Upon seeing this, the old man was overcome with anger and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle—" Wei Zijun bent down to support the old man, a pang of pain shooting through her heart. The old man pointed his trembling hand at the girl who was surrounded.

Wei Zijun stood up, her chest filled with anger, and her once clear, blue eyes were now as cold as ice, giving off a chilling aura.

"Let her go!" The voice, which was originally deep and gentle, was now cold enough to freeze a person.

The burly men were stunned for a moment, but they did not let go of the girl.

The slanted man, oblivious to the situation, still lunged at Wei Zijun with his hairy arms outstretched.

Wei Zijun remained motionless, not even glancing at the squinty-eyed man. With a flick of her wrist, the man collapsed to the ground. Then, she leaped into the air, swift as lightning, and attacked the other men. A cry of pain rang out as her palm struck. Before the men fell, Wei Zijun casually drew one of their swords and pulled the girl behind her.

Wei Zijun pointed his longsword diagonally with his left hand, while his right hand protected the girl behind him. His slender body seemed to radiate countless rays of light, as if it could withstand a thousand armies. His cold gaze swept over the group before landing on the man in black. "You pig-headed idiot! Aren't you going to check on the old man's injuries?"

Upon hearing himself called "pig's head," the man in black's face turned from white to green, then to red, and finally to purple. He stammered, his lips moving, but no word came out. With a huff, he flicked his sleeve and went to the old man to check on his injuries.

Meanwhile, the men who had gotten up from the ground were also glaring angrily at each other. They had been caught off guard and hit squarely, and now that they had recovered, they were rubbing their fists together and holding their weapons.

One of them gave a look, and the group pounced on Wei Zijun together.

Wei Zijun pushed the girl aside, spun around, and brandished his longsword. Swordplay flashed, aimed directly at the faces of the men. They dodged, their longswords and sabers avoiding the blade as they slashed towards Wei Zijun.

Wei Zijun sprang to her feet, her longsword dancing gracefully like the wind, weaving an impenetrable wall of swords around her. Her white robes swirled, her snow-white sword gleaming, like a crane spreading its wings, free and unrestrained.

"Zhenzhi, what do you think?" The man in white crossed his arms and asked the man in blue beside him.

"What a sight! His swordsmanship is precise, his momentum is like the wind, and his moves are clear. However, he has many moves but lacks internal strength. It is clear that he has not been practicing martial arts for long, but he is extremely intelligent. However, he has neglected his training and has failed to practice hard. He is lacking in internal strength and I'm afraid he won't be able to keep it up for long."

"Hmm! And look at his fierce moves, yet he doesn't intend to hurt anyone. Alas, those people will eventually exhaust his strength by taking advantage of his kindness," the man in white sighed.

The two had barely finished speaking when Wei Zijun's swordsmanship became chaotic, and she was drenched in sweat. The four men fought with increasing ferocity, tightly surrounding her. She had virtually no room to wield her longsword. "Don't hurt him, capture him and take him back," the slanted-eyed leader said, then darted behind Wei Zijun.

Fearing a sneak attack from behind, Wei Zijun momentarily lost her focus. Two weapons came flying at her from the front. She raised her sword to block, but the slanted-eyed man behind her seized the opportunity under her arm and swiftly struck. Suddenly losing her balance, she dropped her sword and fell backward.

At the same time, three figures flew in from both sides. Wei Zijun, however, had already been pulled into the arms of the slanted-eyed man from behind.

Realizing she couldn't support herself, a wave of panic washed over her. She demanded sharply of the man, "What have you done to me?"

"I only pressed your Tanzhong acupoint, don't be afraid. I'll undo it when we get back. Come on, let me give you a kiss first." He said, turning Wei Zijun's face towards him with his hand, his smelly mouth about to bite down.

Before their lips could even touch, the person screamed and was thrown back. Wei Zijun, feeling weightless, was pulled into another embrace, and when she looked up, she saw it was the man in white.

Then came several more screams. Wei Zijun looked in the direction of the sound and saw the man in blue calmly walking over, dusting off his sleeves. Behind him, several men lay on the ground, writhing in agony.

"You...you all..." She was furious, having just had her acupoints released. They had such power, yet they had just stood by and watched the show! They watched the poor father and daughter being bullied, watched her being humiliated, and watched her fall in defeat in disgrace.

She forcefully pushed away the person holding her, ignored them, and walked towards the old man without looking back.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Wei Zijun squatted down and asked.

This frail old man filled her with compassion. Whenever she saw these miserable and pitiful people, her heart ached, and she only regretted that she was not capable of taking care of them.

“Young master, I’m fine, thank you.” The old man coughed twice and said, “I’m afraid my body won’t last much longer. If you don’t mind, I will betroth Die’er to you. If she can stay with you, I can die in peace.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Die'er, who was kneeling beside the old man and weeping, was already flushed. She glanced at his jade-like face, a face that would make any girl blush and feel flustered, especially since he was her savior. If she could really marry him, she would have no other desires in this life.

"Thank you for your kind offer, sir, but I cannot accept it. I have been engaged to the girl next door since I was a child."

She's a woman, how could she get married! They had no choice but to make up an excuse, though they felt reluctant.

"That's fine, you can be my concubine. As long as you treat Die'er well, we don't care about the title."

Even if such a kind and righteous young master were a servant in his household, he would surely treat him well.

"No, that would be unfair to Miss Die'er. Miss Die'er is beautiful and will surely find a good family."

"Young master, do you perhaps find us unworthy?"

"No, sir. It's just that I promised my neighbor's father-in-law I wouldn't take any concubines, so I disappointed you. Don't worry, sir, I'll definitely find a good family for Die'er. Leave it to me. I'll open a restaurant like this here soon, and you can find me there then." Wei Zijun patted her chest, made a promise, then stood up, faced the man in black, and pointed with her slender hand.

"You, everything that happened today is because of you. You are responsible for healing the old man's injuries."

The man in black opened his mouth wide, but before he could answer, he was interrupted by someone who suddenly ran up to him.

[Volume 1, Deer City Chapter: Chapter 14 The Origin (Part 5)]

"Zijun." Liulang pushed aside the waiter who was watching the commotion. "The shopkeeper heard something happened and rushed back. You... you should run. Sigh! This kind of thing happened on the very first day." He looked down at the mess on the ground and sighed.

"Why run away? We can't continue like this anyway." Wei Zijun patted Liu Lang on the shoulder. "Liu Lang, good brother, I'll definitely take you with me when I get rich."

Just then, the surrounding waiters all stepped aside, exclaiming, "Greetings, sir!"

A middle-aged man emerged from the path cleared by the workers. He was short and slightly overweight, with regular features and large earlobes that reached his shoulders. He wore a dark purple satin robe embroidered with auspicious symbols, and appeared to be a wealthy and noble man.

"Are you the new employee today?" the shopkeeper asked Wei Zijun.

"It is indeed I, a humble person," Wei Zijun replied with a cupped hand. After all, he had wrecked someone's shop, so it was best to be modest.

"Did you smash up this shop?" the shopkeeper continued to ask.

"Reporting to the shopkeeper, no one intended to vandalize the shop. There was just a fight here. Please take stock of the damaged items and ask how much silver they cost." As he spoke, he took out all the silver from his pocket and placed it on the table. "This is all the silver I have. The rest can be paid by them." Wei Zijun pointed to several groaning men on the ground.