I played as an assistant in ancient times

Chapter 144

Shen Cungeng was about to rub his forehead at the door. Xiao Ye must have been annoyed by the scholars' previous quarrels, so he simply solved the problem with force.

Although he did not quite agree with her recklessness, seeing Yang Xun agree without hesitation, he felt that the effect was good.

"My cousin..." Shen Cunhui was about to say something to his uncle Changshou, but was stopped by a glare from Shen Xiaoye.

Among those present, only Shen Changshou and Lin Enjun guessed why Xiao Ye threatened with a knife.

To put it bluntly, the Yang family moved here when the capital was relocated two years ago. They don't have much roots in the provincial capital, and the only successful candidate has not moved here yet, and is working as an eighth-rank teacher in another county.

Shen Xiaoye asked his cousin to pour cold tea on one of the two servants and said, "Master Yang, ask your servant to go home and get the book."

With the cold knife pressed against his face, Yang Xun obediently gave orders to the servant who wanted to shout but had his mouth covered.

The eldest uncle picked up the boy and said, "Be quiet and take me to get it."

After they left, Shen Xiaoye quickly put away her knife. Just as Yang Xun breathed a sigh of relief, she said, "Now let's talk about the books that your study has sold back."

"The study is not mine." Yang Xun denied, and he forced himself not to look at the knife the other person was playing with.

嘣

Shen Xiaoye swung the scimitar and hit the wooden edge of the windowsill, then reached out and took out another knife to play with.

What else? The scholars took a deep breath. Some of them secretly regretted that they should not have waded into the muddy water today.

On the other side, Lin Enjun couldn't help but look sideways. Isn't this little girl afraid of making enemies in the future? Or does she think that Shen Changsui has been summoned by His Majesty several times and is too arrogant?

Shen Cungeng couldn't help but wonder when Xiaoye put a bunch of knives in the bag.

Little did he know that when Shen Xiaoye was in the capital, he found the most famous blacksmith to make a silver bracelet specifically in the shape of the knife in his wrist.

I asked Lu Guan to ask someone to make several dart boards and hang them in the bedroom so that he could practice whenever he had time.

Shen Xiaoye confronted Yang Xun again, but she did not put the knife to his face again, but said: "Others may not know, but your family will know that Mr. Geng Shiyong is in trouble with the law. Would you be stupid enough to provoke the ministers at this time?

You often bring your classmates to Boya Zhai, just to sell more books and writing instruments.

Mr. Lin's annotations to the Spring and Autumn Annals are also because you are crazy about making money, right?

"With five taels of silver per copy, you don't have to worry about someone getting angry and smashing your store."

The reason why he dared to do so was that there was no copyright protection in ancient times. Of course, copyright could not stop piracy, not to mention that there were no laws in this regard at all.

Yang Xun was exposed by her in front of her, and the color on his face could not be concealed. His classmates also looked at him with suspicion.

Especially the scholar in brocade clothes, who asked in a rebuke, "Yang Xun, is the study yours?

I had my eyes on a set of in-demand finely carved books, and I asked you several times for help, but you said the price couldn't be lower. It was only after I gave you a gold-sprinkled fan that you helped me get it at a good price.

But it turns out that you were just acting all along?"

"Brother Wang, I didn't." Yang Xun spoke quickly.

But the scholar in brocade clothes snorted coldly, "Do you dare to swear on passing the imperial examination?"

This question stumped Yang Xun. The other scholars looked at each other without any distinction. It seemed that they had been to Boya Study many times to buy things.

Shen Xiaoye looked back at them, pulled out the scimitar from the window frame, and said, "We'll settle your affairs later, but take care of mine first.

Mr. Yang, I will take away all the woodblocks and the printed books. Of course, I will pay for them. They are cheaper than those pirated copies, so you won't lose anything.

For those that have already been sold, you can advertise that you will be compensated with three taels of silver."

As for how much can be refunded, she doesn't have time to supervise, it all depends on whether the other party understands.

Yang Xun was obviously a smart man. He understood and nodded slightly, "The study is not mine. It's up to my cousin's people to decide." Now that he has the book, he can print a regular edition later.

In order to cover up the matter, Shen Xiaoye smiled and said, "Then take us to the store to pick it up."

She opened the door, not afraid at all of Yang Xun asking for help. Once the truth was revealed, it would be the Yang family that would suffer the reputation of stealing books and printing privately to make money.

Shen Cunhui wanted to go with them, but was stopped by Shen Xiaoye: "Cousin Hui, you take care of the aftermath!

My uncle will be back soon, and you have to check the books."

You will not be able to get away with it easily if you cause trouble for no reason. You will be responsible for the losses of the teahouse.

What could Shen Cunhui say? His little cousin, whom he had no impression of before, was so violent that he didn't dare to provoke her.

He also had to thank and comfort several classmates.

But I didn't expect that after my cousin and the others left, the scholar in brocade clothes, Master Wang, actually changed his arrogant attitude and asked, "Brother Shen, who was that young man just now?"

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Boya Study was only two streets away from here. Yang Xun was sandwiched between two people, so he was very obedient and did not make any trouble on the road.

The most important thing is that Shen Xiaoye patted the bag on her body from time to time. The jingling sound inside was not loud, but it made people feel cold.

"Young Master, you..." The owner of the study froze his smiling face when he saw them come in. Did his young master know Young Master Lin who came yesterday?

Yang Xun asked, "How many of Lin Xueshi's annotated books are there?"

The shopkeeper saw Shen Xiaoye and his sister driving the guests out.

As more and more swords and knives came at them, there were also wind blades and flaming arrows.

More and more monks gathered around, and some even threw a hoarse child into the middle of Ye Nuan and the others.

"We can't go on like this. Without the help of Jindan monks, we can't protect these children." The man wanted to back out, but he didn't dare to leave the crowd.

Magical instruments and Taoist magic kept colliding, and Ye Nuan's ears were rumbling. She heard someone shouting, "It would be great if there was a magic weapon, even if it was of low quality."

"Oh, the protective formation of Guiyuan Sect's alchemy room has been broken, so the magic weapon is useless."

"What the hell is going on in Luojing City? Didn't they say there was a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge?"

"Master Yuyuan is accompanying his Taoist partner."

"Didn't his Taoist partner die while surviving the divine thunder tribulation?"

For some reason, Ye Nuan stared at her parents swinging their swords in front of them, but she could clearly hear the words of the monks around her.

"Xiao Nuan, take care of yourself." Under the protection of father, mother stuffed a storage bracelet into Ye Nuan's hand.

"Xiao Nuan, your parents are here, don't be afraid." Dad also took the opportunity to look back at her.

The two men did not dare to let the swords and knives in front of them break through, and they used all their spiritual power to swing their swords to block, eating the spiritual pills one by one as if they didn't need any spiritual stones.

Brother Yan was hit by the sword light and lost one arm. His parents were also covered in wounds, and another cultivator blew himself up.

The endless flashing of swords and the occasional dense rockets make people feel despair.

A ball of fierce fire arrow shot towards her, about to hit her parents, and Ye Nuan cried out, "Dad, Mom..."

When she was screaming at the top of her lungs, an unparalleled sword energy came flying, the rocket-like blade light was melted away, and with a crack, something broke.

Ye Nuan saw a blue-robed monk standing in the air, continuously slashing down the swords and knives around him, and his parents escaped the disaster.