Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

Shen Kun had seen blood, and with the bow on his back, it wasn't too scary to glare at him.

"explain!"

Hand gritted his teeth, his voice became colder again.

Everyone in the teahouse left, leaving only one or two who were not afraid of death and were still watching the fun.

The teahouse owner smiled bitterly and waved his hands in horror, "No, we ordinary people would not dare to ruin Princess Rongan's reputation. Young master, you are overthinking..."

　　Oh, no, they are talking about Princess Rongan. What does she have to do with this young master?

"If you don't explain the cause and effect of today's matter, I will send you to see the official!" It was about his sister, and Shen Kun couldn't control his violent temper at all.

 Speaking, he wanted to take the person to see the official.

"Hey, eh, eh... don't bother me," the teahouse owner said soothingly.

Before he finished speaking, Shen Kun picked him up and walked out as fast as flying.

 The old storyteller was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stopped him, "Young Master..."

“Sir, please don’t be impulsive. We admit our mistakes. It’s not enough for us to admit our mistakes.”

Shen Kun stopped and looked at him with a dark face, "Say!"

"What did you tell us to say?" The old storyteller smiled bitterly. Seeing that the strong young man in front of him was about to get angry again, he quickly said: "We really didn't mean to target Princess Rongan. Young Master, think about it, how can we ordinary people dare to slander Rongan?" Princess.

Princess Rong'an is not only the apple of Duke Liu's eye, but also the future concubine of Prince Rong's palace. Even if we have a hundred heads, we wouldn't dare to offend her.

Isn't this just a casual meal? Master, please calm down, calm down. If you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk slowly. "

Shen Kun refused to take the advice and asked firmly: "Huh, what else is there to say? Didn't you put a **** basin on my sister's head in public?"

As soon as he said these words, Shen Nian, who had just left the palace, sneezed. He felt that he had been scolded and took his revenge on Princess Yu.

 Princess Yu felt a chill running down her spine, and she felt like she was being watched.

The teahouse owner was about to cry, but said, "...We must listen to whatever the young master wants us to do. This is all right."

"What do I want you to do?" Shen Kun was very dissatisfied, "It makes sense to cooperate with you in ruining my sister's reputation."

 “If that doesn’t work, go see the official!”

The teahouse owner got a headache when he heard that he was going to be an official. It was a matter of concern for Princess Rongan. Will he get any good results from being an official?

Hook Shen Kun gently and smiled ingratiatingly.

 “Sir, don’t be angry, it’s me who can’t speak.”

He replied with a hint of temptation on his face, "I wonder which of Princess Rongan's brothers the young master is?"

Shen Kun proudly said, "I am Niannian's second brother. We grew up together since childhood!"

 The relationship he has had with his sister for many years is not comparable to that of half-way brothers.

The teahouse owner understood, "It turns out it's Mr. Shen, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Everyone in the country knows that the adopted family name of Princess Rong'an is Shen, and this title is definitely correct.

 I secretly sighed that I was unlucky.

 Let Princess Rong'an's brother bump into me. I'm afraid it's going to be bad today...

Shen Kun has some ideas.

 The main reason is that this person knows his last name, which means that his sister is not a prominent person in the Shen family, so how can he not feel proud.

The young man was in a good mood, his expression improved, and he grinned, "Anyone who is disrespectful or not, please sit down and let me ask you something!"

 The attitude of the black-faced boy changed, and the teahouse owner was very happy.

 Invite the children to prepare some food and drink, and then sit down.

 “What do you want to ask, Master?”

Shen Kun said nothing and said bluntly: "How is my sister doing in Zhongdu? Is anyone bullying her?"

 Teahousekeeper: “…”

“Princess Rongan, Princess Rongan…”

The shopkeeper was afraid that he would not be able to grasp it properly, so he ordered the firecracker in front of him again, hesitatingly and not knowing how to speak.

Shen Kun thought that his sister was really being bullied, and his face turned dark again.

 It looks scary.

Seeing the young man's sudden change of expression, the teahouse owner was worried that he would lift the table, and said hurriedly: "Princess Rongan, how are you doing? Even if someone is looking for trouble, no one will get any advantage. Second Young Master Shen, don't worry too much..."

 As soon as these words came out, my dear, Shen Kun's eyes were colder than before.     “!”

The shopkeeper’s expression froze, he swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: “What, what’s wrong?”

"Who?" Shen Kun gritted his teeth, "Who is looking for trouble with my sister?"

He knew that his sister would definitely report the good news or not the bad news... Poor Nian Nian, if he had known, he would have come here earlier.

With Mr. Shen’s appearance like this, how dare the teahouse owner keep it a secret? What he said has spread widely.

for example-

Princess Rongan's future husband, Prince Xiao, was interested in Princess Uighur. She repeatedly found opportunities to block Princess Rongan's efforts, trying to take advantage of Princess Rongan's situation.

Miss Lin took advantage of the fact that she was the niece of Princess Rong, and she showed off to Princess Rong'an several times.

 …

 If it is widely spread, the person involved will be famous.

Shen Kun’s face was dark and ugly.

　　“So many people are bullying my sister, what’s the deal with them!”

 Mei Kongge’s brother covered his chest angrily.

 After a few breaths, he got up angrily and left the teahouse.

 The tall and sturdy figure disappeared, and the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is the crisis over?"

　　The old storyteller touched his beard with his hand and said, "...it should be lifted."

 As for whether the crisis has been transferred, that is not a matter for ordinary people to worry about.

 Shen Kun took the boy out of the teahouse.

The young man knew the master's temperament and would not take it out on anyone no matter how angry he was. He was not afraid of his master's anger and asked curiously: "Master, what are we going to do next?"

 “Let’s talk in the evening.” Shen Kun replied with four words in a scribble, turned around and entered an inn.

There was still some time in the evening, so he would take his time.

Just when Shen Kun stepped through the door of the inn, he saw a familiar person from the corner of his eye.

　　The foot he stepped in suddenly stopped, and the young man rushed towards the man like a gust of wind.

 Before the boy could recover from his thoughts, he saw that the young master was nowhere to be seen.

  Avert your eyes as a matter of course.

He entered the inn and opened a room, asked the innkeeper to prepare some hot water and food, and sat in the lobby waiting for his master.

Shen Kun galloped away, but still lost him around the corner.

He angrily punched the tree next to him.

The leaves rustled down.

Shen Kun's face was full of tangles, his eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he walked towards the inn.

 Back at the inn, the waiter came to greet me, "Sir, the room has been opened, and the hot water and food are ready."

 “Yeah.” Shen Kun walked towards the room.

 After taking a shower and pacifying his stomach, he was still thinking about the person he saw before.

The young man saw that the young master was thinking about something and didn't bother him. He took the basin and went to wash the clothes he had changed today.

The master doesn’t like being served, so there’s really not much he can do.

Shen Kun ignored the boy and took a bow as heavy as a thousand pieces to polish it.

This was given to him by his sister. He never let anyone touch it, and he did all the cleaning and maintenance himself.

 Unknowingly, an hour passed.

 It was dark outside, Shen Kun opened the window and stared out the window blankly.

 The curfew time in Zhongdu is late, the streets are brightly lit, people are coming and going, and it is very lively.

 Estimating that the time was almost up, Shen Kun left the inn.

 A suit of black clothes.

 Soon submerged in the moonlight. (End of chapter)