Chapter Thirty-Third This Young Master, Next Xiang Yu

"What are you making such a fuss about?"

In the study room, a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man put down the bamboo slips, frowned and said nonsense.

The mustache didn't care about being reprimanded, saying,

"Patriarch, I found a convoy at the city gate today, with forty or fifty young girls in it."

"They're both twenty-eight years old!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly,

"Forty or fifty girls?"

"Which family are you from, to be so generous?"

At this time, the mustache showed a smile and said,

"Patriarch, the beauty is here, not our acquaintances."

"I've already found out that someone from outside the city came to the market to buy things! And the person in charge is just a kid with no hair yet."

The middle-aged man stood up directly this time,

"From outside the city?!"

Walking two steps back and forth in the room, the middle-aged man pondered for a while and said,

"Don't worry about this matter. They will go to Shifang tomorrow, and they will definitely not leave the city, so there is still time."

"You go and send someone to follow them and investigate."

"I'll make a decision."

The horoscope immediately led the order to retreat.

After the mustache left, the middle-aged man shouted outside,

"Come on!"

Suddenly a servant came in from the dark.

"Go and check to see if it's some powerful son from around Xianyang City. You must report it within tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The servant bowed and stepped back.

The middle-aged man knelt down again, but said with a bit of self-mockery,

"Your Majesty? I am a person who dare not even leave the door. What do I deserve to be my Majesty?"

"Nowadays, these shady and private workers are even worse than sluts."

"Shut up!"

At this moment, a scolding sound came from the door.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw an old man with white hair glaring at him.

"Uncle! I..."

The middle-aged man hurried forward, trying to help the other party, but was thrown away by the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man took out a cane, glared and said,

"Take off your clothes and kneel down!"

The middle-aged man no longer defended himself, knelt down, and then took off his shirt, revealing his back with a series of tiny scars.

The white-haired old man waved directly!

Snapped!

The cane fell on his back, causing a bloodstain.

The white-haired old man asked,

"Say! Who are you!"

The middle-aged man was beaten so badly, he endured the pain and said,

"I am the son of King Qi! Tian Qi!"

Snapped! Another sound!

"Say! What do you want!"

"It is about to destroy the tyrant Qin! Punish the tyrant! Avenge the father! Do whatever it takes!"

Snapped!

"Your father, King Qi, was starved to death by the tyrant, dare you forget it!"

"Don't dare to forget!"

In the room, one question and one answer.

Outside the room, the servants in the dark looked around with extreme vigilance.

——

Nothing to say all night.

Zhao Lang got up very early today.

When people are outside, they don't always sleep well.

Xiao Jiu and Xiao Qi also got up early and are grooming him.

There was also the chatter and laughter of the girls outside the door.

Everyone is looking forward to today's trip.

Soon, Zhao Lang tidied up and walked out the door.

Looking at the scene outside, Zhao Lang showed a wry smile.

After all, he was careless.

I didn't expect how many people's attention would be attracted when I went out with nearly fifty girls at once.

"Go out today, you all should be smart."

"Also, you are not allowed to act alone, and you are not allowed to be too far away from the big team."

Zhao Lang asked again.

Although Uncle Heifu followed them all the way, there were too many girls and it was impossible to stare at them one by one.

"Patriarch, don't worry, we will follow you closely."

Su saw Zhao Lang's concern, so he went back.

Zhao Lang didn't want the girls to be too nervous, so he smiled and said,

"Okay, let's go then."

So Wang Li was asked to lead the way, and the group walked towards the market square.

And on the upper floor of the inn, at a window facing the street, the burly young man who looked at Zhao Lang yesterday, was looking at the neat line, and said,

"Little uncle, this man actually has so many servants."

"It must be a local tycoon, should we make friends?"

He didn't say what happened to Zhao Lang yesterday.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Lang's team, then shook his head and said,

“We are not familiar with Xianyang, let’s forget it.”

"Besides, these people may not be able to protect themselves."

"Look around the team."

The burly young man stood upstairs, looking at both sides of the team.

He frowned slightly, and several people in the crowd followed the team secretly.

The middle-aged man suddenly said again,

"So, Yu'er, you finally know now, why did I tell you that you must keep a low profile?"

"As for you, this time you will be honest and honest. We will buy the goods back. I, Xiang Bo, will never come to Xianyang again."

The burly young man pretended not to hear what he said, and asked,

"Little uncle, this is Xianyang, do these people dare to do something?"

Xiang Bo said disapprovingly,

"Naturally they dare not do anything inside the city, but they might not be able to do so outside the city."

"Okay, what do you care about other people so much? Hurry up and clean up, let's go to Shifang!"

The burly young man was silent, he always felt that the other party seemed to know him.

He thinks it's better to find an opportunity to ask clearly, otherwise, if his identity is leaked here.

You must not live out of the city!

At this time, Zhao Lang had already led the people all the way to the city.

After arriving at the place, he was still a little disappointed.

Because there is still a gap between this place and the shopping mall he imagined.

But the girls are happy, and that's enough.

"Xiaoqi, don't stay with me, go shopping too."

Zhao Lang laughed.

The two did not refuse, holding back for so long.

Together with the other girls, in groups of four or five, we went shopping.

Uncle Heifu took him to death, and everyone followed a group to ensure safety.

Anyway, we will not be too far away.

"Ah Lang, why don't you go shopping?"

Wang Li asked curiously,

"Haven't you never been to the city? Now that you have entered Xianyang and seen the prosperity of the capital, why don't you go shopping?"

Zhao Lang smiled helplessly.

As the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty, Xianyang is naturally majestic and magnificent.

But compared with what Zhao Lang saw and heard in his previous life, the difference is really too big.

Therefore, he has no interest in shopping now, so he went back to

"It's nothing, I didn't rest well last night, so I don't have much energy."

"Go and have a look, don't worry about me."

Wang Li didn't force it either, he was going to the city now, and he happened to be able to deal with some things.

So said,

"Okay, I'll be back in an hour."

After Wang Li left, Zhao Lang found a place with a wider view.

It is convenient to watch the girls in groups of three and four on the street, just in case.

Not long after he stood still, a voice came from behind him,

"Young master, next time, Xiang Yu, do you and I know each other?"

Zhao Lang turned his head and saw the burly young man he met at the city gate yesterday.

Before he could figure out how to get back, two choices appeared in front of Zhao Lang's eyes,

"One: If you answer yes, you will be rewarded with Overlord Marksmanship!"

"Two: If you don't know the answer, you will be rewarded for being proficient in swordsmanship!"