Insufficient balance

  Not to mention Wei Zhen's regret for his little horse, Muluck. After all, the strongest in a training ground competition, if he falls under Zhao Fubo's hands, it is really a very regrettable thing.

  But he could not stop them, for the Zhao brothers were masters, while Xiao Ma Mu Lu was just a slave soldier.

  The disheveled little Mamluk swung his long sword with difficulty, barely fending off the scattered gun tips in front of him.

  Although he had never begged for mercy, Zhao Fubo already sensed it and only wished to die in order to maintain the dignity of his soldiers.

  With some admiration, Zhao Fubo made the following choice.

  The long gun in his hand was withdrawn, and the wave-like shadow of the gun that made people's scalp numb immediately dissipated. The little Mamluk, who had no pressure on him, finally managed to stick his long knife into the ground and bent over to catch his breath.

  Zhaofu wave at this time put long gun on his own side of the body, single knee kneeling down to three Niang courtesy.

  "Third Sister, Second Brother's skills are not refined, I could only manage a draw with him. Please, Third Sister, punish me severely!"

  At this time almost everyone focused their attention on San Niang, wanting to see how she would judge this matter.

  Zhao Wujie was secretly delighted in his heart, this time the trial of literary and military skills, his own son still maintained a leading position, however he did not intend to let go of this opportunity to deal with Zhao Fubiao.

  At least memorized the "Art of War" and practiced with this unmanned large gun, Zhao Fubo had already become a growing threat in his heart.

  It's just a pity that he can't speak now, after all, his own son has taken the lead. If he speaks again, others will see through his intentions.

  In a flurry, his eyes were just turning wildly on several village heads and others, hoping someone would come out to speak for him.

  Shu Yu'er's father Shu Zhuang is like Guan Yu of the Three Kingdoms.

  His pale red face had no expression, his eyes were half closed, if he wasn't constantly stroking his beard, others might have thought he was asleep.

  Wei Zhen naturally didn't need to be said, he had always liked the second son who was better at martial arts. It was Ha San who often had business dealings with himself, and the two had the best relationship among all the villa owners.

  As expected, Hassan stopped playing with his beard and bowed to San Niang after catching her pleading gaze.

  "Third Sister is upstairs, I think that in this trial between the two young masters, Eldest Young Master's literary talent and martial arts have both shown improvement. As for Second Young Master, although he has also improved, it seems that his progress is slightly slower than Eldest Young Master's. I have an idea, since Young Master Xu is growing up, it's time for him to have his own personal attendants and followers. Coincidentally, a batch of slaves has arrived at our estate, I'd like to invite Young Master to select some as a reward, may I ask Third Sister to convey this message?"

  The first sentence made Zhao Wuji secretly delighted for a while, and especially the words of San Niang afterwards made him realize that he should thank Ha Shan well in the future.

  Indeed, Dalang has a great advantage in this trial and should be rewarded. Dalang, you can follow Master Hasan to his mansion to reward yourself...

  But man cannot outwit heaven, just as San Niang was about to announce the results of this competition, that small Ma Mu Lu Ke who had been silent all along suddenly stepped forward a few steps.

  He came to Erlang Zhao Fubo's side and knelt down, saying his first words since arriving here today.

  It's amazing that his Mandarin is spoken with perfect pronunciation and tone. Moreover, he appears to be a seasoned veteran, speaking with complete composure and decorum.

  "Ba San Niang learned that in the first trial, Xiao Ren was only ambushed and got lucky. In the second trial, Xiao Ren used all his strength but still couldn't gain even a slight advantage..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when someone nearby shouted loudly.

  "How dare you! A lowly Mamluk slave dares to speak to San Niang? Take him away and behead him at once!"

  It was Zhao Wuji who spoke out. Seeing that the matter he had carefully arranged was about to be overturned by this little slave soldier, how could he not be enraged?

  Those warriors in the house, who were often worshiped by Zhao Wuji, naturally responded quickly to his angry rebuke.

  The guards of Zhao's family wiped their shoulders and sleeves one by one, staring with their eyes about to move forward and tie up Xiao Ma Mu Lu Ke.

  "Knock knock..."

  The third daughter paused for a moment with her dragon-headed cane, and the cold glint in her eyes suppressed the movements of the martial artists in the house.

  Whether it was Zhao Wuji or other village masters, they all immediately shut their mouths and stared at San Niang with wide eyes.

  After all, this old lady is the most respected housekeeper in the family, and anyone who disrespects her will be attacked by other members of the household.

  "Anyway, whether it's Dalang or Erlang, this time the competition can be seen that they have been doing their best to learn and practice in recent days. Dalang was given money by me to choose some maidservants and attendants for himself. As for Erlang, although he is not talented, he cannot be completely unrewarded."

  As he spoke, Zhan Mu looked towards Shu Zhuang's master.

  "Master Shu, the second son doesn't have parents, so I've always sent Yu Niang to supervise his studies. Although he's not as good at reading as his older brother, it's probably due to his natural disposition. Since Yu Niang's supervision didn't work, she can't be exempt from punishment either. Let's just do this: punish Yu Niang by having her buy someone to serve as a personal attendant for him!"

  Shu Zhuang's master naturally understood that this was just because he was facing the strong wind of Zhao Wuji, and came up with a plan to bring good fortune to the whole family.

  With a stroke of his long beard, he smiled and said, "It's only right, this little girl Yu'er is not good at urging people, she should be taught a lesson!"

  Zhao Fubo, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to have not understood any of the conversation that had taken place behind him. Instead, he was secretly glancing at a small Mamaluke beside him, who was slightly taller than himself.

  His green eyes still had a calm and cold light in them, as if he didn't have any attachment to life that could be lost at any time.

  Calm and silent, this gave Zhao Fubo a kind of ambiguous pressure.

  At this time, Little Horse Muruk seemed to feel Zhao Fubo's gaze, but he didn't react at all, his mouth just twitched slightly.

  "Second Brother, you can get up now, today's trial is over!"

  As San Niang announced, the whole temple was filled with voices congratulating Da Lang Zhao Xu. Several landlords also followed suit and congratulated Zhao Wuji, Zhao Xu's father.

  At this time, a large group of family members came in through the reopened gate, carrying tables and chairs. Behind them, a large group of maids and wives brought in big plates of mountain delicacies and seafood.

  This is another annual banquet to entertain a few landlords. Zhao Fubo, who has never been invited before, naturally did not have the opportunity to sit there either.

  Zhao Fubo also stood up with Xiao Ma Mu Luoke, the latter cleverly turned back to Wei Zhen's side. Just before leaving, four words quietly floated over from his side.

  "Not bad shooting!"

  Zhao Fubo would certainly not feel any joy because of these four words, on the contrary, he had a deep admiration for this little Mamluk in front of him.

  Under his continuous onslaught of big guns, he can actually hold on steadily with just a long knife. And not yielding at all, it means that he is precisely the kind of coldest warrior.

  Taking advantage of others' inattention, he also whispered a sentence behind Xiao Ma Mu Lu Ke's back.

  "Your swordsmanship is quite good, if I wasn't using a large spear, I wouldn't be able to defeat you!"

  This time, his words did not get any response. Little Ma Mu Luoke returned to Wei Zhen's side with the wound on his waist, without making a sound.

  Just as Zhao Fubo was about to catch up and say a few more words to the little Ma Mu Ru Ke, another quiet sentence came over.

  "It's all your own fault for being incompetent, and yet you drag others down with you..."

  When it comes to "being with you", the person who said it feels a bit awkward. He quietly stretched out his small hand and pinched Zhao Fubo's thick skin heavily.

  This was when Shu Yu'er quietly found Zhao Fu's way to vent his anger while busy serving wine and dishes. However, the following words made Zhao Fu feel warm and comfortable in his heart.

  "Go back to your own courtyard, I'll get someone to send some delicious food over. Don't rush to finish it all by yourself, remember to save some for me!"

  As for Zhao Fubo's loss, he didn't take it to heart. Although he had the name of a second son, in reality no one in his family really treated him like one.

  It's just that his own abilities are inadequate, dragging down Shu Yiner, which makes him feel very unwell.

  "Sorry about this, let's just say that in the future I'll quietly return to San Niang and tell her that I didn't find anyone suitable!"

  At this time, Shu Yu'er, as the most favored Yu'er girl by San Niang's side, naturally couldn't be left out of anything.

  In the midst of the maids' and servants' calls, Shu Yu'er had no choice but to leave with a gentle breeze. Before leaving, however, she threw a sentence at Zhao Fu Bo.

  "Remember to recommend that little soldier to Wei Zhuang, he's a useful one!"

  When Zhao Fubo heard Shu Yu'er's words, he couldn't help but feel a little amused in his heart.

  "He's a useful person, but I'm exhausted from dealing with him, he's such an useless fool!"

  Thinking of jokes in his heart, he had already flashed out of the door.

  Just as Shu Yuner said, such a banquet has nothing to do with him. Seriously returning to his own small garden, cleaning up the garden that no one sweeps, and continuing to practice his big gun is a serious matter.

  When he returned to his nearly deserted garden, there were already several young servants waiting at the gate.

  This large and empty courtyard was originally the place where Zhao Fu's father cultivated horse breeds before establishing Jifeng Village. Now that Jifeng Village has been established, there naturally won't be any hay or stables here anymore.

  The vast empty space, and the three tile-roofed houses, were all that Zhao Fubo's so-called "East House" consisted of. This place was a short distance from where San Niang lived in "Liu Yuan", and was separated by a high wall made of green bricks. Usually, except for Shu Yu'er, this was Zhao Fubo's domain.

  It's probably not Shu Yun'er who still remembers his words, and Zhao Fu might have been forgotten by the people in Liu Yuan a long time ago.

  Just like these several young servants in front of me who are only a few years younger than Zhao Fu, they quickly bid farewell and leave after putting down their food boxes.

  They knew that there was no need to wait for Zhao Fubo's reward, as he himself only had a tight-fitting leather armor at the end of his life, and this young master who couldn't even afford clothes, what could he possibly reward them with?

  It's better not to have high expectations!

  "Little black coal... little black coal, come and eat something delicious!"

  Watching the young servants walk far away, Zhao Fubo straightened his neck and shouted.

  "De de......"

  If it weren't for seeing that the one who came at the sound was a horse, his affectionate voice would have made people suspect he was calling out to his brother.

  In the midst of urgent hoofbeats, a pitch-black horse, as if cast from coal, stepped forward with large strides and leapt to Zhao Fubo's front. The massive horse head affectionately rested on Zhao Fubo's shoulder, emitting joyful throat sounds.

  This is Zhao Fubo's closest "brother" since childhood, the little colt he calls "Little Black Coal", who has been with him since he can remember. Before Shu Yiner appeared, only this horse that grew up with him was by his side.

  Just as Zhao Fubo pressed his face against the horse's neck, hugging its neck affectionately, he found that this greedy fellow had already poked his mouth into the food basket, and Zhao Fubo cried out in alarm.

  "Hey... hey... don't be greedy, Shu Yu will get angry if you finish it all!"