Insufficient balance

  When Shu Yu'er finally came out of the door, two rough servants followed behind her, carrying a large gun with a dark red body.

  The third daughter gazed at their silhouettes, and it was unclear what she was thinking. Yet, a hint of a smile could be seen from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

  "The Zhao family needs a woman with such responsibility. With such a woman, perhaps someone qualified to take up that eight-sided purple gold halberd will appear!"

  Shu Yiner's expression just now made San Niang sigh softly.

  It's clear that although she was very satisfied with Shu Yu'er's performance, she also knew that letting such a young girl bear the burden would be an extremely cruel choice.

  "Yu'er, don't blame me for being heartless, making you bear such a heavy burden at such a young age. But you don't know, the current situation of our family is precarious, and if we're not careful, I... our clan, might lose our footing in this world!"

  San Niang's sighs made people see unclear and think unclear, but apparently she was worried about something that was about to come, and this danger had been threatening the safety of the Zhao family for a long time.

  There isn't a single force on this edge of the desert that has such ability, so what is she worried about?!

  For now, these things are unknown to us.

  At this moment, Shu Yiner, who had just stepped out of the door, no longer had the carefree and relaxed mood she had when she returned in the afternoon. She quietly raised her head to look at the sky, where there were bright stars from Arabia, emitting a pale blue light.

  Shu Yun'er, who had never prayed to the gods before, prayed to the heavens for the first time.

  "Gods and Buddhas above, I beg of you to bless Erlang in this martial arts competition, let him win... otherwise..."

  Just now in the garden of Liu Yuan, San Niang made her take a solemn oath that if Er Lang's literary and military pursuits were not successful, she would break them up alive.

  What a cruel decision it is for a girl who already has someone in her heart.

  When she arrived at the gate of the Science and Technology Park with two young men carrying large guns, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

  On the gate, two oil lamps in glass boxes were hung by someone. Although the dim light couldn't shine far, the three words "Technology Park" could be seen clearly.

  Under the night sky which had gradually become somewhat chilly, those rays of light suddenly gave Shu Yu'er some hope for the future.

  "I should trust Erlang, or he will definitely win the martial arts competition. And now with Master Ma teaching him those strange skills, in the future Erlang will surely be a versatile and accomplished Zhao Erlang... it's just that by then, I hope he won't still be so lazy!"

  For some reason, when she arrived at the entrance of the Science and Technology Park, Shu Yiner's heart was filled with more and more joy. Her confidence in Zhao Fu also became stronger and stronger.

  Yes, Shu Yu'er is absolutely right about the hope for the future. However, like all girls in love, they often think too little of themselves.

  "Fu Bo, your cooking is really delicious, I can finish this whole plate by myself!"

  Little John's increasingly clear and crisp voice often made Shuyin wonder if he was changing his voice or if he was simply a castrated Mamluk.

  "Don't worry, just eat it all up, even if you finish it all..."

  Zhao Fubo's voice was as enthusiastic as ever, never accompanied by him, and had more enthusiasm and concern for the people around him.

  "It seems like you should be the one cooking from now on, these BBQ meats are so delicious that I wouldn't get tired of eating them every day!"

  Actually Little John doesn't look small at all, her height is only a little shorter than Zhao Fubo. It's just that compared to other men of the same size, he looks more feminine.

  If he were really a woman, his figure would be quite impressive. Slim waist, plump buttocks, only unfortunately without breasts.

  It's just that Shu Yiner didn't have much guard against him. If it were a big girl like this, with Shu Yiner's temper, she wouldn't keep him by Zhao Fubo's side no matter what.

  But now Shu Yu'er has already started eating a little bit of flavor.

  "I was scolded by San Niang over there, while this muddle-headed guy is here laughing and joking with the young servant. He's so lacking in propriety that he can even address him by name!"

  These things made Shu Yu'er's small face tense up like a drumhead. When she spoke, her good mood was naturally gone.

  "Hey, do you want this big gun? If not, I'll take it back!"

  "Oh, want it? Of course I want it! This is a real treasure!"

  Zhao Fubo jumped over to Shu Yiner's side in a few steps, his face filled with eagerness, and snatched the large gun from the two small servants' hands.

  Shu Yuner sent away the two young servants, but saw Zhao Fubo already holding a large gun back to the dinner table. Under the lamp light, he chattered incessantly with the little John who was becoming more and more fluent in Chinese.

  "See? This is a real big gun, and it's a spiritual big gun. It's different from your Western cavalry guns!"

  Even Martin had forgotten about Shuyin standing beside him, stroking his white beard and chatting with Little John.

  "Your spears are so short that I'd say they shouldn't be called spears, but rather door-bolting clubs. If you really want to fight, one charge and they'll be thrown away."

  "Hum, what's yours and ours, you're acting as if you were a Song dynasty person!"

  Little John was naturally one hundred and eighty degrees at variance with him, with his sharp and shrill voice quarreling with Martin.

  Seeing the bustle of the Science and Technology Park, Zhao Fubo's eagerness, Shu Yu'er knew that all these were other people's business, but she belonged to Liu Yuan.

  Once again, he savored the words he had just exchanged with San Niang, and his own future filled with variables, couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He stomped his foot towards the three people who were laughing and chatting, his voice already trembling with tears.

  "Alright, I've brought the big gun, but now I have to leave!"

  After finishing speaking, Zhao Fubo waited for a moment to come back to his senses. He turned around and walked away quickly, while walking, he vented his anger towards the little thing in his arms.

  "Stinky and ferocious, bad-tempered, doesn't come to reason with others... also doesn't care about others' feelings..."

  In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears with a loud wail.

  At this time she was no longer jogging slowly, but instead was tightly grasped by the idea of wanting to hurry up and leave here, hiding in a place with no one around, and having a good cry.

  After all, Shu Yu'er was only fifteen years old, although in this era, women had to take on the heavy burden of family early, and at this time, they often could not decide their own fate.

  Suddenly, Shu Yuner felt that she was being held back by someone's arm and could no longer run. She knew it was Zhao Fubo who had heard her crying and chased after her, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of resentment.

  Turning around and rushing towards Zhao Fubo who was holding him back, he suddenly threw a flurry of punches.

  "You go and look at your own big gun, I was not originally a person from your east house, but you pulled me, a girl, to do what!"

  When she finished throwing her temper and came to her senses, her face involuntarily flushed red.

  "Hey, let me go! What are you doing?"

  It turned out that the first to arrive was not that muddled Zhao Fubo, but rather it was Xiao Yuan who pulled her over. And just now, she had randomly hit him, but all her blows landed on Xiao Yuan's unexpectedly thick chest muscles.

  Just then, Zhao Fubo arrived and saw that things were getting complicated. A Han girl would not be pulling and tugging with someone, especially a soldier of the Tenth Garrison.

  "Let her go, Johnny! Tell me what's going on!"

  At this time, Zhao Fubo finally discovered that Shu Yiner was not quite right, and the dullness seemed to be swept away instantly.

  It's just a pity that at this moment, Shu Yu'er is greatly disturbed by a series of unexpected events and doesn't have the mind to appreciate his current heroic appearance.

  "Mind your own business, take care of your own big gun...!"

  At this time, Martin, who was sitting at the table, seemed to have also heard something wrong and hurriedly shouted at Zhao Fubo.

  "Don't let her go, something must have happened!"

  At this time, Shu Yu'er, who only wanted to escape, felt that Little John had let go of her hand and immediately planned to leave. However, soon after, she was caught by someone's hand again, and even the little Miao Miao in her arms fell to the ground, letting out a sharp cry of "waaah".

  "Yu'er, what's wrong? Tell me!"

  "Let me go...... I want to go back...... I'm sleepy......"

  Shu Yuner shouted, and after being dazed, she opened her eyes to look for Xiao Mianmian on the ground. At this time, Xiao Mianmian, who had just been thrown down with moderate force, was arching his back and staring at Zhao Fubo menacingly.

  The little mouth opened, revealing its small sharp teeth.

  "You... you rascal... you scared Little Miao..."

  For a moment, Xiaomian's being thrown away seemed to have become an extremely important matter. Shuyin'er's sorrow in her heart was completely released by this matter.

  She didn't even notice that the hand that had never been caught by Zhao Fubo was now being held in someone else's palm. She also didn't realize that Zhao Fubo at this moment wasn't that sleepy-eyed Second Young Master anymore!

  "Zhao Er Lang... you bully me... bully me so much... I... I..."

  In the midst of her wailing, her feet suddenly left the ground and her entire body was scooped up from behind into someone's arms. She was carried towards the light with someone speaking in her ear at the same time, their hot breath even brushing against her ears.

  "Yu'er, Yu'er, tell me, what's going on?"

  It wasn't until then that Shu Yu'er was embarrassed to discover that she had already been held in Zhao Fu's arms.

  Without even moving his neck, just a glance upwards could see Erlang Fubo's long and black, thick and curly hair, scattered like a lion's mane.

  It can also be seen that Zhao Fubo's black eyes are shining with concern.

  Especially now Zhao Fubo is in a state that she likes the most, all of this makes Shu Yiner instantly infatuated.

  A fatal charm rose from the corner of her eyes and the tip of her eyebrows, like the best wine, just a small sip would make people forever drunk.

  As for Zhao Fubo's behavior, Shu Yiner naturally acquiesced, even if Zhao Fubo suddenly went wild and... she probably wouldn't be sad.

  But with a reserved tone from her daughter's house, she murmured out a sentence in a dreamy manner.

  "Hey...... you...... how can you treat people like this...... how will they be able to face others in the future......"

  As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it, because at this moment, Zhao Fubo became that squinting second son again.

  And then...

  "Bad! You won't put me down slowly! Ahh..."