Insufficient balance

  When the old man came out of the bathroom, his true face shocked everyone.

  The once sullied skin now glowed with a faint red hue after being soaked in hot water. The rolled-up white hair was thick and dense, just like the wool on a sheep's body. His grey eyes made it clear at a glance that he was a Westerner.

  This had always been one of Shu Yu-er's greatest oddities: she had never seen a Western slave speak Han language so clearly and fluently.

  The youth who had been washed clean and was following him now appeared even more handsome. Although Westerners were not uncommon here, with many Western children being sold as slaves by Venetian merchants, slaves as good-looking as him were truly rare.

  Two Western slaves had popularized names, the old man was called Martin and the young one John, according to their master Zhao Fubo.

  "Alas, our names were given by our parents, so let's just leave them as they are!"

  John's golden short hair was now clean, paired with his ocean-like azure eyes that could even rival the twinkling stars. Only his physique had become slightly frail and couldn't withstand heavy labor.

  "This is a pretty good servant, but I'm afraid Zhao Er Lang will think he's too handsome!"

  Don't look at Shu Yu'er when she's scolding Zhao Fu Bo, she has a spoiled and unreasonable appearance. But when she does things, she thinks about Zhao Fu Bo's thoughts very much.

  "He himself is a wild child, giving him such a pretty little servant, I'm afraid he won't like it... However, he does have a kind heart and will not let the child overwork..."

  Although she had a lot on her mind, Shu Yiner was not in a good mood at the moment and didn't feel like talking to them.

  Around dusk, people who had purchased goods at the market all left the small town. Although the castle here is larger than those in Europe that only nobles have the right to live in, it's not like the cities within the Song Dynasty that can accommodate all merchants coming here.

  Zhao Xu, as the most prominent member of the Zhao family now, although he may not be able to take over the family due to his lack of both literary and martial skills. However, the current situation is that he is likely to marry Shu Yiner and become the next husband to take over the family.

  He actually attaches great importance to that position, and he likes the flowery and dense small words. He is not willing to practice any kung fu, nor does he want to return to the Central Plains, a land filled with war and hardship. He married Shu Yun, just for a comfortable life.

  "Yu'er, I really don't know how you can bear the wind outside the city. Master Hasan has already prepared a guest room for us. As for Erlang, he can just make do with it for one night. Anyway, we'll be leaving tomorrow!"

  Looking at Zhao Xu beside that "water snake waist", and then looking at his face full of incredulity, Shu Yu'er could only politely say a sentence.

  "Your Lordship, the guest rooms here are for people of your stature, while I still live in my own carriage. Moreover, Third Sister wants me to buy a slave for Second Master, and I have to be diligent and careful in performing this task, otherwise I fear Third Sister's household rules!"

  Although speaking with great respect, he was inwardly dismissive. Zhao Xu, who had been politely declined by her, smiled slightly arrogantly and spoke with a hint of mockery.

  "So you're going to stay outside the city with that foolish Second Young Master, Shu Yiner. Be careful of your delicate face, it can't withstand such wind and sand. Whether for my sake or yours, take good care of your delicate face!"

  With that, he let out a disdainful laugh and rode off on his fine horse with the beautiful woman who had a slender waist like a python. Watching his back, Shu Yu'er bit her red lips in anger and told herself...

  "Although a person may not be romantic in their youth, it's also made people think clearly, but they shouldn't show off like this either..."

  This is why Shu Yu'er moved to the outskirts of town and lived in her own large carriage, as the guest rooms in Purple Cloud City were always tense, and it seemed that someone like Zhao Er Lang, who had no status, couldn't get his hands on one.

  Moreover, he doesn't seem to care about his complexion being tender or not, and it's as if he hasn't even thought of the hotels where they used to live in the city.

  So when night began to fall, he returned with his attendants and the old man with a broken leg to outside the city. Like many others who were unwilling to pay the expensive travel fees, they set up their own tents on the desolate land outside the city.

  As night fell, they lit bonfires in front of their tents, with various cooking utensils or roasting animals on the fires. Traditional Arabic water pipes, burning thick black tobacco smoke, also burned the souls of Arabs.

  It has been said that the thoughts of Arab intellectuals are contained in their water pipes. However, it is clear that most Arabs here are businessmen and, apart from being greedy for profit, they don't have many ideas.

  The newly purchased Persian female slaves, beside the bonfire, twisted their slender and soft waists, performing strong rhythmic dances to the accompaniment of various musical instruments.

  Some blonde-haired and blue-eyed female slaves from the West also had to wear revealing clothing, carrying large trays of food back and forth between their masters and guards.

  Behind the large cart wheel, Shu Yiner was sulking and didn't even bother to think about the old man's origins. She simply coldly watched Mu Ke and a Western youth named John move the old man to a piece of wood serving as a seat by the bonfire.

  "Look, look, see what I've got......!"

  Just as everyone was quietly thinking about their own affairs because the "master" was not there, Zhao Fubo suddenly appeared in front of everyone out of nowhere.

  She had always blamed Zhao Fubo, who had bought her and then disappeared without a trace, and now Xie Yu's temper was exposed.

  Her slender fingers stroked the soft and comfortable back of the lazy one in her arms, who refused to move even a little, with a grudge in his mouth.

  "You silly fool, you only care about yourself and leave others to suffer. If you go back, I won't give you food, starve you to death, you stupid cat!"

  It's no wonder that Zhao Fubo, a foolish cat, immediately picked up the conversation and firmly stated that he was on the same front line as Shu Yuer.

  "Yes, you silly fool, if you don't make our Yu'er girl happy, I won't forgive you. When you're starving later on, don't expect me to bring you food!"

  The little fellow in Shu Yu'er's arms, thought Zhao Fu Bo was really stupid. The pink little tongue licked its own pink nose. Then it stretched out a long waist, turned its face to stick to Shu Yu'er's arms, and continued to sleep.

  Zhao Fu's words made Shu Yu'er feel both angry and amused. You say he's foolish, but his kung fu is really impressive. You say he's clever, yet he can't even read a book or understand other people's thoughts.

  Thinking of this, a small hand patted the back of the sleepy person with feigned intention.

  "Close your eyes and think about others' feelings for once!"

  It flipped its body, opened its blue eyes, and let out a pitiful "meow". The blue eyes looked at Zhao Fu Bo with a hint of resentment.

  But Zhao Fubo had already forgotten about the wink and instead enthusiastically started talking about something else.

  "Look, I just got this thing ready in the shop, with this old Martin will be much more convenient to move around!"

  It's actually a simple thing, but when seen through other people's eyes, it's a completely different reaction.

  In Muk's green eyes, a hint of approval flashed by, and John looked like he had a sense of relief. On the other hand, in the old man's gray eyes, a strange expression flashed by, and surprisingly, it wasn't gratitude.

  It turns out that Shu Yu'er is also a big forgetful girl, just because Zhao Fu didn't see her in front of him, she had three points of resentment and seven points of anger in her heart. Now, as soon as she sees something new, she throws all those things to one side.

  "Huh, Erlang, is this your idea? You really have a clever head!"

  Having said that, Shu Yu'er hugged Xiao Mie and jumped up.

  This is a four-legged rattan chair. The weather was hot and humid, but with this rattan chair, people like Martin who always want to sit down will feel much more comfortable.

  What is even more astonishing is that behind this chair, on its two rear legs, are mounted two huge wheels almost as high as the armrests.

  Shu Yu'er sat on top and let out a low cry, smiling happily.

  "Hmm, this car isn't bad when someone is pushing it, can go anywhere!"

  "Right! With this car, Old Man Martin will find it much more convenient to get around!"

  Shu Yu'er sat up, as if waking from a dream. Xianxian added, "You're quite clever, but I didn't see you giving me..."

  At this point, Shu Yiner's second half of her words were gone again.

  This made three people on the side stare at her with wide eyes, making the usually reserved Shu Yiner blush and palpitate.

  Jumped down from the chair and sat aside, continuing to torment the sleepyhead in her arms, as if it was all its fault.

  The little brother with his eyes closed is still completely clueless, just shouting loudly.

  "My daughter, you sit by the fire and wait a moment, I'll roast some meat for everyone to eat. Now Muker comes to help me, we move old Martin to the chair, he's settled!"

  Leaving the tree stump and sitting in the wheelchair, old Martin of course knew what this thing was called, and of course knew that it was made especially for him.

  He looked at Zhao Fubo with some suspicion, wondering if this guy had a similar background to his own.

  So what's the old man's true origin? I'm sure all of you readers already know it by heart! Yes, he is a time-traveler, one who came from an unknown era to this place.

  You may have seen many similar ones before, but you will find that such an unlucky guy is rarely seen.

  Don't expect him to have a beautiful wife or concubine, looking at his appearance, even if he had one, she would probably just be there for show.

  Among these people, there is also a Western youth who does not look strong. To be honest, among the Western youths of the same age, his figure is really rare.

  So what's his background then? Looks like a big one, and it won't be easy to fill that hole!

  The early bird gets the worm. Yesterday was 3:00 AM with a million, today is the first watch at 2:00 PM and there are two more watches to go, please stay tuned!