Chapter 7: Zhao Er is an idiot

  "Hmm..."

  The joyful shouting voices spread far and wide across the vast expanse of sandy dunes, with sand being kicked up in handfuls by the galloping horse hooves.

  Riding his own "little black coal", Zhao Fubo would become somewhat crazy. Holding in his hand the white wax rod spear he practiced day after day, made him even more a madman.

  And his little black coal, when running, is quite similar to Zhao Fubo. Also shaking head and tail, with a silly expression that reveals some wildness.

  He is Zhao Fubo's partner in life and death, and in Zhao Fubo's eyes, he is even more important than Shu Yu'er.

  In short, as long as he left Huangsha City, he could ride his little black charcoal and wield a large gun on the desolate beach, swinging his gun and charging forward like two armies facing each other. Then Zhao Fubo would immediately go crazy and forget about Shu Yiner.

  And this is Shu Yiner's greatest distress, sitting in a big car, looking elegant and quiet.

  It's not like the two of them being together is any crazier than what's up ahead, where in addition to that annoying Daisuke and Hassan, there's also that Wei lord and his little Mamluk.

  Yu Niang, who grasped the overall situation, couldn't be as crazy as Zhao Er Lang, that silly boy, and could only sit steadily in the car. Not only did she have to move forward slowly, but also had to endure the pain of being disturbed by that bookish husband from time to time.

  Following San Niang's orders, Da Lang went to the Purple Cloud Manor to choose his own "reward", while Er Lang went there to receive Shu Yin'er's punishment.

  As for this, the beautiful Shu Yu'er was not only dissatisfied in her heart, but also scolded that foolish Zhao Er Lang who was crazy outside.

  "What a heartless and ruthless rascal, leaving me, a young lady, all alone here, and I have no choice but to..."

  Shu Yuner's "can't help but" is Zhao Xu riding a white horse outside the car window.

  Just looking at his white clothes fluttering, his white horse whinnying, he seems to have a bit of an elegant air about him. In his hand, he's even holding a paper fan from the Song Dynasty; if he were to recite a poem like "The Peony Pavilion", he'd be just like one of those refined and elegant young masters from the Song Dynasty.

  "Yu'er, this time we've arrived at Purple Cloud Villa, whatever you like just tell me and I'll buy it for you!"

  Only Shu Yu'er who grew up under such harsh conditions didn't like it, although everyone was saying that since Er Lang wasn't promising, she would marry Zhao Xu when she grew up.

  But she didn't think so, her heart was just eager for Erlang to grow up and make a good living. If he could practice his skills well and read books successfully, that would be exactly what she wanted.

  As for Zhao Xu, that day's martial arts competition was a good show his father Zhao Wuji had arranged for him, but it seemed like no one could see through it. Just this matter alone made Shu Yiner dislike him.

  As she thought, a real man even if defeated, must be defeated with honor and integrity.

  It was Zhao Fubo who, because of his love for the little horse Mamuluke and did not take advantage of it to win, was considered a good man with benevolence and righteousness in her heart.

  If Zhao Xu knew, a girl like Shu Yiner who has lived in this desolate land for a long time would no longer look up to the young masters of the Song Dynasty. He might also have some restraint.

  It's just that those thin-skinned girls at home actually like his style. In our current words, would he give up the entire forest for a single tree?

  "Many thanks to the young master for his appreciation. Yu'er has seen something she likes and naturally remembers your words, sir!"

  Shu Yin said so, just because it's not convenient to offend Zhao Dalang in front of her. If Zhao Erlang dared to say that, the little girl would have gone up and pinched his mouth, and also added this sentence.

  "Hmph, can't afford it, huh? You want to curry favor with me instead? Those who try to curry favor without a reason are either deceitful or thieving. Now you can't even come up with an excuse for the mistress, don't think the mistress will let you off the hook, you little scamp!"

  Yes, although she usually looks gentle and beautiful, no one has seen her stubborn and savage side. She concealed this matter very well, except for Zhao Er Lang, that foolish Zhao Er fool, no one knew she had such a side.

  She would rather practice sword and fist with Zhao Erlang in his deserted garden.

  After the banquet that day, she ran to Zhao Er Lang's place, happily ate some delicious food, and finally forced Zhao Er Lang to give her a big hug.

  Although it's not as big as Zhao Erlang's 3.2-meter long white wax pole spear, it's also a 2-meter short flower spear.

  You won't believe it, but holding the big stick according to Zhao Er Lang's teachings for a while was indeed tiring, yet it really made her hear the strength.

  Thinking about things that have no end in mind, but still can't help but chat with Da Lang who is following the car, and how can we not make our Yu'er girl angry?

  "I say, Yu'er, look at that crazy kid Erlang. They're all grown up now, but they still act like they haven't matured at all. It's really a pity for my uncle, he was so smart his whole life, how did he end up with such an idiot son?"

  "Hey, this time at Ziyun Manor, you can also choose a few maidservants. In the future..."

  Just then, Zhao Fubo, who had been raging outside, burst in while they were talking.

  His long hair, like a horse's mane, was blown back by the wind. The large spear in his hand was now slung over his shoulder, with several rabbits and a few colorful snakes hanging from it.

  What Zhao Xu did not expect was that Shu Yiner, who had been chatting with him in a perfunctory manner all along, suddenly became spirited when she saw Zhao Fu Bo.

  "Yu'niang... Yu'niang..."

  Zhao Fubo shouted repeatedly and came to the other side of Shu Yiner's carriage.

  When she heard him calling her, Shu Yu'er's originally somewhat gloomy face almost instantly became lively. She shifted over in the direction of the car and leaned against the window, stretching out her arm to wave non-stop at Zhao Fu Bo who was galloping towards her on horseback.

  "Hey, Second Master, you still remember me? You really are..."

  It seemed that only halfway through the conversation, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Xu was still on the other side of the carriage, and being overly familiar with Zhao Fu would make him uncomfortable. So, he hastily stopped talking.

  Her actions have already caused dissatisfaction with Zhao Xu, who is dressed up as a jade tree. She rolled her eyes and didn't want to watch them chatter endlessly, so she ran towards her own carriage with her legs closed together.

  Unlike Zhao Fubo, he had his own carriage. Moreover, after riding a horse for a while, he also felt that the sun was too violent and planned to return to the carriage to rest.

  Zhao Xu's departure made Shu Yiner secretly breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the car window to scold Zhao Fu Bo.

  "Zhao Er Dumb, leaving me alone here, believe it or not, I'll go to Purple Cloud Manor and buy you a blind and deaf servant!"

  Zhao Fubo curled his lips, but it wasn't because of the personal attendant issue. That had nothing to do with him, who was already used to doing things himself. Instead, Shu Yiner's complaints caught his attention.

  "Hey, my little sister, aren't you eating dinner tonight? I didn't catch these for nothing, I caught several rabbits and two snakes just for you. Tonight, I'll roast them well and guarantee to feed your hunger!"

  Shu Yu'er only then noticed the game hanging from Da Qiang's shoulder and exclaimed with joy: "We're short of some ingredients, go get them from the kitchen, I'll prepare some wine when you return!"

  The following words fully demonstrate that Zhao Fubo is indeed a stupid and foolish person, who can't even understand such a simple hint.

  He nodded in agreement, showing he was also looking forward to dinner a lot, but then said the following silly words.

  "That's good, but as I was saying earlier, you're not allowed to drink. Third Mother said that if girls drink wine, they'll do stupid things!"

  This time it was Shu Yu'er's turn to be depressed, so she could only hold her chin and sigh heavily at the back of this stupid Zhao Er.

  When speaking, a natural air of pretentiousness is revealed.

  "He's still so young... when will he ever grow up? By the time Zhao Er grows up, humph, Miss will probably be old already!"

  Not to mention Shu Yu'er's soft sighs, nor Zhao Fu's single-minded wait for the camp to settle down and roast his prey. Only talk about Zhao Xu, who returned to his own carriage with a hint of sourness.

  Returning from horseback without a speck of dust on his feet to his own carriage, the white horse was naturally led away by someone.

  Unlike Zhao Fubo, he prefers to ride in a carriage. Riding horses in the wind and sand, if it weren't for his father wanting him to win over Shu Yu'er's favor, he wouldn't dare to ride under the scorching sun.

  Although his horse was considered a good horse among Arabian horses, he spent more time in the carriage than on horseback and had no particular fondness for warhorses.

  Not like Zhao Fubo, that silly kid, who can't wait to sleep with his little black coal together.

  The spacious carriage was not as hot as the outside because of the thick roof covering. The thin gauze floating beside the window blocked out the fine sand carried by the wind from the outside.

  In such an environment, if there is still a young girl who has prepared sour plum soup for him to drink when he comes back, it would be even more comfortable.

  The maid, who had been sitting in the corner of the carriage, guarding the delicious food and wine on the square table, immediately sat up as soon as Zhao Xu entered. She grabbed a large fan in her hand to fan cool breeze for Zhao Xu.

  Coconuts, mangoes, papayas, grapes and a plate of fruit have all been washed clean and are waiting for Zhao Xu to use them.

  Zhao Xu was now filled with a heart full of bitter fire, and he couldn't care less about the fruit in front of him. The white long gown on his body was thrown aside, revealing the tight-fitting clothes underneath.

  The Zhao family has been here for three generations, but their dressing habits have not changed much, and at least the underwear is still in the style of the Song Dynasty.

  After taking off his outer garment and relaxing, Zhao Xu gazed at the maid beside him.

  The little girl in front of him may not be as good as Shu Yu'er, the top girl in Huangsha City, but at the age of 15 or 16, she is the most beautiful time for girls in Zhao Xu's eyes.

  Especially when she turned around and picked up her clothes, the Luo skirt that was tightly wrapped around her waist and legs immediately outlined the curves of her body. All this transformed the sour taste in Zhao Xu's heart into another feeling.

  Then some voices came from the convoy.

  "No... Young Master, servant..."

  The adults who heard it smiled knowingly, and some people like Shu Yiner just lightly snorted, their faces red with unknown thoughts.

  It's just like Zhao Er Dumb's treasure, with only this idea.

  "What's big brother doing? He's been messing with that girl so much that she's become neither here nor there!"