On the fourth day, Zhao Wuyou was able to go to the ground. He happily told the story of sheathing the sword to the shy scholar. After hearing this, the latter blushed and cursed lightly:
"bad guy"
Zhao Wuyou looked at the leaving scholar with a smile on his face. He thought that it was not easy for him to escape from death this time. He should cherish his life and take revenge, but he couldn't act recklessly. After all, if he acted recklessly, he would be fighting against the enemy.
The imperial court is an enemy.
"You're recovering well, but you're starting to bully others?" The usually indifferent painting girl walked into the room. As soon as she saw the scholar girl walk out of the room with a blushing face, she knew that Zhao Wuyou was bullying people again.
Zhao Wuyou didn't answer when he was being spoken to. He looked at the painting girl affectionately. This woman had a cold face and a warm heart. She was very careful when applying the medicine for him, without any perfunctory look.
"Lie down and apply the medicine." The painting girl said to Zhao Wuyou expressionlessly.
The obedient Zhao Wuyou nodded, smiled and lay on the bed, exposed his wounds, and said to the painting girl coquettishly:
"I'm lying down, you can move~"
"Shameless," the painting girl spat, walked forward, looked at the wounds on Zhao Wuyou's body, touched them curiously, and said:
"Hey, it's so strange. This wound heals so strangely, so quickly!"
Zhao Wuyou's originally itchy wound was suddenly brushed by the painting girl's tender hand. He suddenly stopped itching and said happily:
"Painting girl, can you just stop like this? Your hand touched my wound, it feels so comfortable."
"Ding, dude is worth 2"
"Hmph, that's a nice thought." The painting girl handed the golden medicine to Zhao Wuyou and said with a joking look on her face:
"This is the golden medicine that Princess Feng Yuxue gave you before she left. It is very effective. You can apply it yourself.
Also, your room has been tidied up. If you have nothing to do, go downstairs and don't hinder our master's eyes here."
It is a pity that such a beautiful girl only has one mouth.
Zhao Wuyou, who was left out, held the golden medicine in his hand. Seeing the painting girl leaving the room, he had no choice but to endure it and apply medicine to his own wound.
Maybe it was because he was still so talkative even though he was injured, and the system rewarded him with a lot of dandy points, which allowed Zhao Wuyou to earn the dandy points just by lying on the bed.
"The host's naughty value has reached 15, would you like to draw a lottery?"
"lottery."
The lottery that Zhao Wuyou was thinking about started again and what would be drawn this time. He held his breath and looked at the three blind boxes in front of him.
"Ding, the host gets the dude's cloak"
"Attention, the dandy cloak is too fashionable. Please carefully consider whether to wear it and whether you have the strength to wear it."
"Efficacy: Quickly make the host gain Dandy Value, nourish the host's body, and be invulnerable to all poisons."
Zhao Wuyou looked at the blue cloak in his hand. Under the light, golden threads shone on the cloak. Flowers appeared on the cloak. As the light changed, the cloak also showed different flowers. Really
It's pretty cool.
He hesitated a little. He really hesitated. Put it on. It was really too cool. Not wearing it made him look afraid of death. After hesitating, Zhao Wuyou chose to put it on. Superman was still wearing red.
, I wear a blue cloak, what else?
Now that he had the cloak, Zhao Wuyou chose to go out and have fun and show off his dandy cloak.
"Deng, Deng, Deng~" Zhao Wuyou walked to the door, looked at Huamei walking towards him, and said with a smile:
"I've been bored in your room for so long. It's time for me to go out for a walk. Would you like to go for a walk with me to relieve your mood?"
"Dandy kid." Huamei curled her lips. She really couldn't understand why Zhao Wuyou couldn't keep a low profile and why he always appeared in front of everyone looking like he needed to be beaten. Didn't he suffer enough?
"Aren't you afraid that if you go out with me, you will be plotted by more people, or have you already broken the pot?" Huamei used the trick. She didn't believe that Zhao Wuyou would really take her out with him.
"hey-hey"
Outside the Wanhua Building, Zhao Wuyou was wearing a blue cloak. Under the sunshine of autumn, the cloak showed different flowers, which looked very exaggerated. Next to him stood a thrush. The two of them walked together, making others envious.
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"This cloak of yours is so flashy and has gold threads. Why haven't I seen it before?" Huamei suddenly remembered that Zhao Wuyou has been in his room in the past few days and has not gone out at all. When did he wear this cloak forever?
of.
"Then don't worry about it. Just follow me and walk around the capital. Don't ask anything else."
Along the way, the two handsome men and beauties turned heads like crazy. Everyone looked at Zhao Wuyou in disbelief. Those who knew Zhao Wuyou and Huamei were dumbfounded.
In front of the tea shed, several noble gentlemen were just hungover and ready to drink tea to sober up, but they saw the high-spirited Zhao Wuyou and Huamei, the two of them were chatting and laughing intimately while admiring the wild flowers growing by the wall.
"Didn't you say that this Young Master Zhao Wuyou will definitely die? What's going on with him now?"
The other young master was also a little strange. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief and said to himself:
"Oh, it's really strange. I clearly saw that Zhao Wuyou was severely injured and had no hope of surviving. I didn't expect that he would survive in just a few days. He is indeed a strange person."
The man on the street said:
"This Zhao Wuyou is just trying to show off. Look at him. It's just early autumn and he's actually wearing a cloak. He's obviously terminally ill. I don't know if he can survive, and he may not be able to survive again.
If you have the ability, you will be useless."
Everyone felt lost and felt sour in their hearts as they watched Huamei and Zhao Wuyou disappear before their eyes.
After walking around in a circle, Zhao Wuyou and Huamei came to the dance studio together. The two of them sat upstairs, drank tea and snacks, and watched the song and dance performance downstairs. They felt very uncomfortable.
After doing this for a long time, Zhao Wuyou just stared at Huamei blankly and said nothing, but the latter was nervous at the side, seeming to be very concerned about Zhao Wuyou's eyes.
"Look, look, what are you looking at?" Huamei frowned. She was not used to Zhao Wuyou's eyes being so aggressive.
"Looking at beauty can lead to longevity!"
"Scum."
Zhao Wuyou sat for a while and said goodbye to Huamei alone. He had other things to do and didn't want to stay here for a long time.
Along the main line of the capital, Zhao Wuyou walked lightly to the dock and continued to observe everything.
He has suffered a lot recently because he does not have his own power. What he wants to do now is to establish his own power, and he can also hide himself so that he does not have to go into battle personally.
Zhao Wuyou was still sitting in the tea shed in front of the dock, but the news that he was safe and sound was like an explosion, appearing in the ears of various young masters in the capital. Even Huamei, who was walking with him, was slandered with added fuel and jealousy.
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"Zhao Wuyou hugged Huamei and walked together from Wanhua Tower to the dance studio."
"The two of them behaved intimately, and Huamei even fed Zhao Wuyou persimmons with his own hands."
"Two people kissed each other in front of everyone."
"..."
False news like this, along with true news, appeared in everyone's conversation. Many people who coveted Huamei sighed:
"This Zhao Wuyou, why doesn't he die?"
In the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Laoliu cried. He looked at himself dejected, and looked at the maid lying on the ground with some inferiority. However, the maid lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.
"You raise your head and look at me, Zhao Laoliu, you know, I am not a man..."
There was a roar of people smashing things inside the house. The old lady outside the house looked on distressedly. Her wrinkled face was full of anger and she said to Zhao Wubing and Zhao Wuhen beside them:
"Look at what your brother has done to this piece of shit Zhao Wuyou. If you don't avenge him, our family will be broken up."
"Who would have thought that this Zhao Wuyou is actually so capable and can't die even after being injured like this? How about I find someone to kill him secretly?" Zhao Wuhen said decisively.
Listening to the sounds in the room, Zhao Wubing looked distressed and then said:
"Do it secretly."
After saying that, Zhao Wubing helped the old woman leave, leaving Zhao Wuhen standing alone outside the house.
Not long after, the maid inside the house was carried out, her body was bloody and miserable.
Zhao Wuhen stepped into the house, looked at the violent-looking Zhao Laoliu, and said:
"Lao Liu, don't worry, you will definitely receive news of Zhao Wuyou's death within three days."
"Second brother, are you telling the truth?" Zhao Laoliu ran up to Zhao Wuhen excitedly and said excitedly.
"I will do what I say." Zhao Wuhen said calmly. This chapter has been completed!