These words were really arrogant and attracted strange looks from everyone.
As if she didn't feel it, Wen Yu stretched out her hand towards Luo Jing: "Bring it a hundred taels, and I'll let this matter go."
Everyone:...
Speaking of this, Luo Jing couldn't hold back his words even if his mouth hurt.
He opened his mouth and trembled: "Who the hell are you? How dare you say such a thing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the two servants who were already ready to attack immediately swarmed forward.
"Miss! Be careful!"
The scholar gave a soft drink, grabbed Wen Yu and brought her behind him.
But he didn't expect that the two servants seemed to have been kicked in the air.
Before she could get close to Wen Yu, she flew backwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she fell to the ground, clutching her stomach and wailing.
Luo Jing:......
Luo Jing seemed to have figured something out, "You know martial arts? And you're a master!"
Wen Yu's curtain hat is still firmly on her head, mysterious and elegant.
She did not deny Luo Jing's words, but smiled and said: "One hundred taels, or I will beat you until your teeth are all over the floor, and your parents will not recognize you."
Luo Jing seemed to have ignored the pain in his mouth at this time, and said angrily: "This is the emperor's feet, how dare you?!"
"You also know that this is the Emperor's feet? I thought you didn't know. What happened to the Emperor's feet? I can also hit the Emperor's feet! If you have the ability, ask Dali Temple to arrest me."
"You are talking arrogantly! I want to see who you are even though you are hiding your head and tail!"
After Luo Jing finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward and reached out to Wen Yu's curtain hat, trying to knock it off.
Wen Yu frowned slightly, and then the scholar rushed in front of her again and blocked Luo Jing's palm firmly.
But he didn't expect that the palm was so powerful that the scholar, who was already weak due to illness, was staggered by the force and was about to fall down.
Wen Yu:......
No, buddy...
Wen Yu reluctantly grabbed the scholar's hand and took it back.
Then she hugged his waist firmly and teased: "Stand firm this time. This seems to be the third time you have stood in front of me."
The scholar felt the shackles around his waist:...
He turned his head sideways, and the distance between the two was very close. Through the ripples of the gauze of the curtain, the scholar saw Wen Yu's smiling glance clearly.
He was stunned.
Luo Jing, who took action, flew out like the two servants and smashed a set of tables and chairs not far away.
All the scholars exclaimed in surprise, hesitating whether to go up and give him a hand.
"Pfft, cough! You! You!" Luo Jing looked at the two people hugging each other and cursed, "What a pair of adulterers and adulterers! You are deliberately setting up a trap to find...ah——"
Wen Yu stamped her foot on Luo Jing's chest and said quietly: "You speak so nicely, you must have wiped your mouth after going to the latrine, right?"
Luo Jing's face turned pale.
Wen Yu snorted and said: "The one hundred taels for the pair, plus another hundred taels, will buy you the right to be a man for the rest of your life, eh? A total of two hundred taels, is it a good deal?"
Luo Jing:......
"W-what did you say!"
He broke into a cold sweat, what did this woman mean? How dare she...
...She might be really brave.
Luo Jing thought of this, endured the pain all over his body, gritted his teeth and said: "Two hundred taels, I gave it."
Wen Yu showed a fairly satisfied expression: "Wouldn't it be better if we kept our word earlier? I think this young master is very right."
She took the two hundred taels of silver notes that the teahouse shopkeeper handed over in fear, and squinted her eyes, "It seems that this Wenwen teahouse is opened by the Minister of Rites. I asked the young master for money, and the shopkeeper gave it to me. It's interesting."
Everyone:...
The scholars in the teahouse all looked thoughtful.
Wen Yu took the banknote and raised it towards the scholar who seemed to be frightened, "Master, let's go."
The scholar looked like he had just woken up from a dream, and quietly followed Wen Yu out of the teahouse.
No one dared to stop him.
The teahouse owner helped Luo Jing up and whispered: "Sir, this..."
Luo Jing's eyes showed a trace of sinisterness, and his voice was low but full of ferocity: "Go and check, I want her to be eaten by wild dogs to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
"yes."
Wen Yu took the scholar to the corner, turned around and handed him the banknote.
"Two hundred taels, the extra one hundred will be used as your mental damages."
The scholar did not answer, but asked with some confusion: "Mental damages?"
"Mental damage refers to the mental pain, physical pain or other serious mental abnormality caused by the infringement of your personal rights and interests, and then the compensation is paid to you. Anyway, you just take it."
The scholar pondered for a while because of these words, and then smiled: "The mental damage fee is interesting, but there is no need. The two hundred taels of silver notes were obtained by the lady, so they are naturally yours."
Wen Yu was a little confused: "You are already wearing patches, you don't have money to see a doctor, you are so sick that you fall down at the push of a button, why don't you want it now that you have money? I don't think you are stupid, why do you keep saying stupid things? "
Scholar:......
"Isn't that the one hundred taels you came to this Wen Wen Teahouse for? Now there's an extra one hundred taels, so why don't you just refuse for fun? Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like having too much money?"
The scholar chuckled and said, "That's not the case. It's just that I don't bother to take it if others don't want to give it to me."
Wen Yu's head was full of questions when she heard this. She subconsciously put the back of her hand against his forehead, "You don't have a fever either. Why are you pretending to be Lin Daiyu?"
The scholar felt the fleeting soft touch and warm body temperature on his forehead, and his body paused without any trace.
"You're right. These one hundred taels are the fruits of your labor and you deserve it. That idiot didn't fulfill his promise because he was an idiot. It has nothing to do with you. You should fight to protect your rights."
"Of course, I'm not telling you to lose your mind. Your life is at stake, and the world is dangerous. If it doesn't work, just retreat. Do you understand?"
The scholar couldn't help laughing: "That's what the lady said."
Seeing that he agreed with her statement, Wen Yu stuffed the banknote into his lapel and patted his chest.
"Don't think it's tacky to talk about money. This is your guarantee to gain a foothold in Shengjing."
The scholar's eyes trembled, and he felt that the place where he had been photographed was hot, as if there was a fire burning.
Wen Yu said again: "Take the money and find a good doctor to see a doctor. You cough and cough, it makes my lungs hurt. Spring will not be until February, and it is only December now. I don't want to hear it one day." It was said that people were freezing to death on the road, but when I checked, it was surprising that they were not freezing to death, but were dying of illness."
Scholar:......
He looked at Wen Yu's back as she turned away coolly, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and asked the question that was lingering in his heart: "I'm Yue Lingfeng, do you dare to ask me your name?"
Wen Yu raised her hand and never looked back. She did good deeds without leaving her name behind.
"My name is Lei Feng. See you soon."
The scholar was surprised: "Lei Feng..."
"It doesn't sound like my daughter's name, but it suits you."
Wen Yu, who vaguely heard this:...
It doesn't complement it, it doesn't complement it at all.
