Chapter 15 Cold Violence Zheng Fa rarely felt any sympathy for Wang Gui. The Seventh Young Master, who looked like a passionate young man just now, turned out to be a very unbearable person. He threw Gao Yuan's bookcase on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if he was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. Obviously, what he said just now, asking Zheng Fa and the others to get out, was true. "Nothing to say?" Seeing that Zheng Fa and the others didn't answer, the Seventh Young Master seemed to understand their thoughts: "Did someone tell you that if you follow me, you will have a good life and wealth?" "Bullshit! Am I someone who can be easily served?" Not to mention, this person has a very clear understanding of himself. The Seventh Young Master glanced at the two of them, then turned around and slumped down in his chair, crossing his legs and looking very lazy: "Are you hoping that I will become the Patriarch and you will become my lackeys, so that you can go out and bully others?" He curled his lips and said, "I am not afraid to tell you the truth. It is just that I am young. When I grow up, whoever wants to be the Patriarch of the Zhao Family can do it. I will not do it! You have to wake up from your daydreams!"
Gao Yuan's face turned pale. He knew that the Seventh Young Master had a reputation in the mansion as being eccentric. But this extent was beyond his expectations. Zheng Fa, on the other hand, did not feel disappointed - his purpose of coming to the Zhao Mansion was very clear, he wanted to see the martial arts of this world and improve his family's financial situation at the same time. As for who the Seventh Young Master is, it is important, but not that important. As for leaving after hearing these two sentences? Zheng Fa was not so naive. The Zhao family asked him to come for the examination, and he had no choice. He actually had no choice whether to be a book boy or not. However, when the Seventh Young Master saw the two's reactions, he thought they were a bit too extreme. This barrage of sarcasm didn't even seem to be directed at Zheng Fa and the others. Seeing that they were still silent, the Seventh Young Master seemed to find it boring and waved at them: "You don't want to leave, right? Stand outside and don't get in my way." Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan stood at the door of the room, and through the translucent glass on the window, they watched the Seventh Young Master walk around the room, seeming to be angry, and then sit down and pick up the book. Then, as he watched, he seemed to get angry and stood up and turned around. The way he reads looks very serious, helpless, and familiar: The kind of person who you can tell is working hard but is confused just by looking at him in the exam room. Collectively referred to as poor students. Zheng Fa was also a little curious. Apart from anything else, the attitude of gritting his teeth to learn even though he couldn't learn it was not as rough as the Seventh Young Master showed. I just don't know what book he was reading. Time passed by little by little, and no one paid any attention to Zheng Fa and the other man standing at the door. The sun in the sky slowly rose higher, and as noon approached, the sunlight became extremely hot. Zheng and Fa both set out early in the morning and had hardly any water to drink. Being exposed to the scorching sun, they inevitably felt hot and thirsty and quite uncomfortable. Gao Yuan, who was standing by, kept licking his dry lower lip, but the more he licked, the lip became drier, and the skin on his lips started to crack.
Both of them were a little dazed by the sun, and suddenly they heard light footsteps behind them. A maid came towards them carrying a light blue porcelain plate. On the porcelain plate, there is a tall bunch of cleanly washed grapes. There are crystal water droplets on the grapes, sparkling in the sun. Zheng Fa clearly heard Gao Yuan beside him swallowing deeply. The maid seemed to have walked in front of them deliberately, and one could even say that she placed the grapes in front of their noses and made a circle before she lifted the curtain of the study and walked in. When the door curtain was lifted, Zheng Fa clearly felt a cool breeze blowing in from inside the house. He couldn't help but look around the room with a bit of curiosity. There is no ice basin, and there can be no modern air conditioning. Where does this cold air come from? He suddenly saw an inconspicuous blue pattern on the floor of the room, which was glowing faintly. The cold wind seemed to be blowing from that corner. "Magic circle?" Zheng Fa thought to himself, "Or is it a simple life magic circle?" What surprised Zheng Fa more than the fact that the Seventh Young Master could enjoy this kind of magic array was that this world actually had this kind of magic array created specifically for enjoyment - in Zheng Fa's mind, this could better demonstrate the influence of this world's immortal gate on this world, and the level of development of the immortal civilization. The maid placed the porcelain plate in front of the Seventh Young Master, who pinched a grape in his hand and walked to the window. It was as if he did it on purpose so that Zheng Fa and the others could see it clearly. Under the scorching sun, the saliva in Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan's mouths was almost dried up. Inside the window, the Seventh Young Master slowly ate up a large plate of grapes one by one. After eating, he smiled proudly at the two of them, then sat back in his original seat and started reading the book. Looking at his sad face at this moment, Zheng Fa couldn't help but curse in his heart - it serves him right! By the afternoon, the Seventh Young Master seemed to feel that it was boring and finally drove the two away. Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan followed the maid out of the Seventh Young Master's yard and walked towards their residence. The further they walked, the more depressed Gao Yuan's face became. Zheng Fa also understood his thoughts - the Seventh Young Master's yard was big enough, but he refused to let them live in it. His rejection of the two was too obvious. We walked to where they lived, which was a bungalow without a courtyard wall. The first room you enter has a table and several chairs. In the next room, there were two beds and a cabinet at the head of the beds. There is no more extra furniture. After the maid led the two here, she turned around and left without saying anything, with no intention of saying anything more to them. Watching the maid hurried away, trying to avoid the two of them.
Gao Yuan sighed deeply and said to Zheng Fa with a wry smile, "I've heard from my father a long time ago that the Seventh Young Master is... Alas." As if to avoid mentioning the name of the venerable, he did not continue, but only muttered in pain: "It's like this on the first day, how can I live in the days to come!" Zheng Fa took out the clothes from his bag and put them into the closet without saying anything. Gao Yuan turned over in bed and said, "Don't you have any ideas?" "What can I think?" Zheng Fa tidied up the cabinet, shrugged and said, "Seventh Young Master is actually not a bad guy." "what?" "He doesn't like us?" "That's too obvious." "So what happened to us?" "It seems..." Gao Yuan frowned and thought for a while. The Seventh Young Master was good at making people angry, but the harm he caused was not great. "So, he doesn't like us, and I don't like him either, but whether we are his servants or not, I guess he can't decide... let's just make do with it." "But he doesn't like us, so we won't be able to stay here for long." Zheng Fa nodded. The Seventh Young Master is a Young Master after all. "I can't be driven back, or my father will beat me to death!" Zheng Fa was silent. Compared to Gao Yuan, the price he would pay if he was driven back might be even more serious: Manager Wang of the farm might have been waiting for this day. When the two of them were speechless, a man walked to the door and said to them, "Coach Xu is looking for you." Gao Yuan jumped up with an excited expression: "He is going to teach us martial arts!" Zheng Fa was a little puzzled to see that he had forgotten his worries in an instant: "Didn't you practice martial arts?" "What do you know? What I practice is called Farming Skills. My father doesn't dare to teach me the martial arts in my house!" (End of this chapter)