Chapter 8: Acting Crazy and Selling Foolishness!

  It's natural for Xia Zhiqiu not to run on the seventh day of summer vacation.

  The fool's reaction was too intense, the hand holding the hoe was trembling, his back was stiff, and his face was full of fear, this was a look she had never seen before. But even so, he was still doing his best to protect her.

  Her heart warmed up and she grasped his hand.

  "Idiot, what's the hurry?"

  "Grass... run... there's bad people..."

  On the seventh day of summer, he furrowed his brow, and before he could figure out the source of his fear, a county yamen's patrolman came over, heavily striking the wooden clapper.

  A stick of incense

  "His Highness the King of Jin has arrived at the post house... Silence... Silence..."

  The dense and noisy crowd quieted down, everyone held their breath, and their eyes all looked in one direction. And Xia Chuqi followed the foolishly straight gaze of the fool, only to suddenly realize that he was actually afraid of the Jin Wangye's army.

  "Don't be afraid, fool. We're standing far away, they won't eat us."

  She patted his arm in comfort and no longer paid attention to the fool's expression, her gaze was drawn away by the ancient king leading his troops.

  It's really magnificent!

  In the howling north wind, rows of golden armored soldiers lined up in a dragon-like formation, marching forward in the misty light. The finely crafted copper and iron armor seemed to be imbued with a faint, eerie glow. Archers, cavalrymen, gunners...the sheer number of them seemed to stretch on forever. Amidst the majestic Golden Guard, one banner emblazoned with the character "Jin" fluttered proudly, as if still stained with the color of fresh blood.

  Clanking armor, wolf smoke assaults the face!

  The King of Jin was surrounded by his soldiers, not riding in a carriage or chariot, but sitting upright on horseback. Under the helmet with golden phoenix wings and flowing gold, his facial features were stern and austere, outside the black gold armor, a large cloak embroidered with golden threads fluttered in the wind, displaying masculine beauty.

  The whole city's people, their heads hung low, no longer dare to lift them up.

  He heard him **black horse neighs loudly, and the people who had already knelt down were shouting.

  "Long live the King of Jin! May he live for a thousand years, a thousand times a thousand years!"

  He stood quietly, like a king of the forest on the hunt.

  Killing intent!

  Exuding an aura of murder!

  A luxurious aura with a wild and fierce killing intent!

  The wind blows over, and the knife-like blades scrape across his face.

  On the seventh day of summer, she couldn't see Wang Ye's facial features clearly, but she could distinctly feel a familiar smell of gunpowder. She knew that it was a kind of murderous aura that could only be honed through countless battlefields and blood baptisms.

  "Bold little girl! Why don't you kneel?"

  A sharp cry brought Xia Qi's soul back.

  She only then realized that she was standing out from the crowd, becoming a special case among the people. That tall and proud war horse, the Jin Wangye who stood amidst the crowd of thousands, swept his gaze over with an air of sharpness, his line of sight like a piercing dagger that cut through the wind, making her heart feel a chill.

  Before she could speak, the fool dragged her down and made her kowtow.

  "Your Highness, spare her life, this is a young woman. She's not in her right mind!"

  The fool's "thoughtful" explanation made Xia Chuqi's heart ache with frustration.

  After spending these days in the village, she had more or less adapted to ancient life, although not completely. But as a modern person, she would inevitably have psychological barriers towards "kneeling".

  Do you want to be flexible again?

  She hung her head low and didn't dare to look at the cold man on the war horse again. Considering her own life, she knelt down with a soft foot, buried her head, and deliberately trembled and choked back her voice, pretending to be an idiot.

  "I am Chang'e, I am the most beautiful Chang'e, extremely good-looking..."

  Zhao Zhuo Gao stood on horseback, looking at her, motionless for a long time.

  He didn't move, the people kneeling on the ground couldn't fathom this master's thoughts, and could only quietly kneel one by one, experiencing the chilling aura of the rumored "Cold-faced King Yan" with their hair standing on end, as if they had just walked through a human hell.

  All around, an eerie silence.

  On the seventh day of summer, without lifting his head, he could feel the chill on top of his head.

  Cold, icy cold, relying on intuition, she guessed he must be looking at her...

  "Get up."

  A calm voice with almost no emotion broke the silence of the post road.

  Hummm...

  Her ears buzzed for a moment, and Xia Chuyi was instantly shocked by his voice.

  No wonder it feels so familiar...

  It was that cheap person!

  The riverbank with white lotus flowers, the crisscrossing bloody wounds, the smell of Chinese medicine mixed with a man's scent, and the red trousers that clashed with his master's temperament. The man's icy eyes, the blood-drinking sword, and the wet, crimson...

  She felt a slight chill in her heart.

  Did Red Pants recognize her?

  Has he found out that Little Golden Tiger is gone?

  With a lucky psychology, she lowered her head in silent prayer, but suddenly heard a mournful voice by her ear.

  "Your Highness, I have been wronged! Please, Your Highness, do justice for me..."

  Mr./Ms./Mrs./Miss Fan?

  It's all messed up.

  That red trousers is right above, the shrew points her out at this time, can she still have a way to live if she's recognized? Xia Chuyi didn't raise her head, pretending to be dumber than anyone else. But Fan Shi was already kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her face, pointing at her and stuttering that it was her who came.

  "The village woman, Fan Shi, and my husband were on good terms, but this shameless woman repeatedly tried to seduce my husband without success. She even incited her own husband, Landa Big Fool, to beat me unconscious... Her intention was to tarnish my reputation so that my husband would abandon me..."

  Fan's account of the events before and after is clear, and also pitiful in every way, but Xia Chuyi was somewhat surprised. Why didn't she mention that there were tattooed characters on her forehead as a result of "moxibustion punishment"?

  Isn't it easier to sentence her than those trivial matters?

  "Look up." A familiar cold voice came from above his head.

  What did she say?

  It's too late to pretend to be dead now. With her head tilted, she pulled the corner of her mouth crooked, and looked at Zhao Zun with a bewildered expression, then looked at Fan Shi who accused her, stupidly wrinkling her nose and shaking her head, saying foolishly.

  "I am Chang'e, the most beautiful Chang'e, the very best-looking Chang'e..."

  "Still pretending to be stupid?" Fan's family gritted their teeth, stood up and pointed at the fool, "Lan Da Shuai, you say, is it you two who collaborated to do this terrible thing?"

  The fool shrunk his neck, sneaked a peek at Xia Chuqi, neither dared to admit nor would lie, a silly face blushed bright red.

  "I... I..."

  "Say it, why don't you say it? Is it you guys?"

  The fool was frightened and his shoulders shook, but he still blocked Xia Chuqi's way.

  "No, no, it's none of my business, I did it, I'm the one who did it..."

  On the seventh day of summer, I sighed silently to myself.

  It's not that I'm afraid of a formidable opponent, but rather a useless teammate. If she hadn't known all along that he was stupid to the point of being unable to chew cud, she really wouldn't be able to spend her days with him anymore.

  The cool breeze on the roadside was blowing, and the cold face of King Jin's palace was even colder. Everyone here had heard the legend of the nineteenth master's iron-blooded cruelty and love of slaughter, and they were all thinking to themselves that this foolish couple would likely suffer a calamity.

  After a long time, Zhao Zun finally looked at the fool in a calm tone.

  "Do you know your crime?"

  The fool hung his head and was no longer as afraid of him as before, muttering to himself.

  "I know, I know it's a crime. Your Highness, it has nothing to do with me."

  Zhao Mou pulled down the corner of his mouth, "Why do you want to do this?"

  The fool hung his head and said pitifully, "She's so fierce, in my village, she's the fiercest! She's a big bad person. She wants to strangle my grass (daughter-in-law), Grass is my wife, I want to protect her."

  Xia Chuqi tightly closed her eyes, silently mourning the fool's IQ with a heart full of sorrow. Unexpectedly, Jin Wangye suddenly changed his tone and coldly said, "You're afraid of her, so you admit it was you who did it?"

  "Huh?" The fool was stunned, he didn't understand.

  "Ah..."

  Many people were puzzled, they understood but couldn't comprehend why Prince Jin would do such a thing.

  Zhao Zun's voice was even colder, his face unreadable as he stared at the fool.

  "You've never done it before, right?"

  This, this, this...

  Is he inducing the fool to confess?

  On the seventh day of summer, she looked back with a puzzled expression, but his gaze was not on her. And her teammate Lan Dazuo lowered his head again and shook his head in denial.

  "No! It was me who did it, I hate her, he hit my grass, so I want to hit her..."

  Wow...

  Some people are smiling secretly, some people are sighing, and some people are shaking their heads...

  Zhao Zun's expression didn't change, his low and pleasant voice was hoarse with a hint of indistinguishable emotion, "What a pity! What else can this be if not foolishness?"

  With a slight pause, his expressionless face intensified his tone.

  "Fan's family, two fools conspired against you, and you thought I, the king, was also a fool?"

  Xia Chuyi was shocked upon hearing this.

  Not only her, but everyone present did not expect such a result. The partiality of the King of Jin was too obvious, so obvious that even fools stared at him blankly, their eyes unblinking.

  "You cheap thing!"

  Fan's family stomped her foot and stopped crying, nor did she care about what her father had entrusted to her not to say that Qinggang County was hiding a court fugitive, so as not to implicate him. Everything would be dealt with after the Jin king left.

  When she's having an episode, what does she care about anything else?

  "Your Highness! This vile woman is a fugitive of the imperial court, and I have evidence."