Back Off, Let Me Come

"Which one do you like?"

Qi Shan tilted his head slightly and looked at Su Shang.

"Meow~~~"

Su Shang obediently squatted on his shoulder.

The original Fugu City meow tyrant, now Ruyao meow tyrant, is extremely docile when it comes to food and clothing, his parents, and even his voice is soft.

The long, thick and soft tail drooped against the back of the shoveler, swiping left and right from time to time. Cats don't shed much at this time of year, and Qi Shan specially wore clothes with hair similar to Su Shang's today, so the loose hair she shed is not obvious.

Qishan: "Seller, these are packed with eight taels each."

The dried fish in this shop is pretty good.

I switched to this store and was going to another one.

Buy a live chicken or rabbit.

The weather has not yet warmed up at this time, and mice are harder to catch than before. As a shit shoveler, it is natural to prepare enough food for the master and occasionally change the taste. Vegetarians like the organs of various animals, such as chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, and rabbits, and occasionally even eggs.

The hair that is grown is the smoothest and thickest among Ruyao cats. It is shiny and watery. Just looking at it makes me want to try it out.

Su Shang raised his paw and patted the shoveler on the shoulder.

Qishan skillfully took out the dried fish.

"Eat less, there will be more when you go back. If you eat too much now, you will have to watch your daughter eat it when you go back." When moving from Fugu City, Qi Shan took Su Shang and Su Shang's two youngest children with him. Only the cat was left in the official office of Fugu Office. I thought those officials would treat the children and grandchildren of Su Shang well. He added, "Tsk, I will have to use willow branches to wipe your teeth later. It stinks."

How can Su Shang understand this?

It stood firmly on Qi Shan's shoulders, pressed the small fish stem with its front paws, tore it apart and swallowed, finishing it in a short while. He licked his paws with satisfaction, and then wiped his face with his paws from side to side. Then he narrowed his eyes happily and yawned widely.

The vendor complimented: "The master has taken care of this cat very well."

Qi Shan smiled as if he was the one being praised, and still said reservedly: "It would be nice if he wasn't so naughty."

When Su Shang came to Ruyao, the first thing he did was to provoke local cats everywhere. In those days, there were always wounds on his body, which made Qi Shan heartbroken. When he thought that Su Shang would be in love and become a mother again in a while, his grandfather felt particularly melancholy.

Is there no way to solve it once and for all?

I exchanged a few pleasantries with the merchant, prayed for kindness, and walked away.

Suddenly, his shoulders felt light.

Because Su Shang likes to be active rather than quiet, and will run out and fool around when he is full, so Qishan is not surprised that it can't sit still, but this time it is different - there is a very faint fluctuation of literary style in the air! It's still vaguely familiar!

the most important is--

Su Shang didn't just jump off his shoulder!

Its weight suddenly disappeared!

In the flash of light and stone, Qi Shan changed his calm expression, and his eyes became stern - who is seeking death and dares to touch his prime minister!

Su Shang's meow came from not far away.

Qishan turned his head and looked around.

I saw three people standing in front of a restaurant.

Two familiar faces and one new face.

All attention was attracted by the tallest red-robed scribe among the three. To be precise, it was the cat in the hands of the red-robed scribe!

"Sir, what are you doing?"

The young man had just watched with great interest. The gentle and patient appearance of the other party was completely different from his usual image. She only knew that Lord Qi loved cats as much as his life, and raised the cat named Su Shang as his own daughter, but she didn't know how the other party was getting along with the raccoon slave.

The contrast between the front and back can be called a scene in Ruyao.

Just as she was about to step forward and salute, unexpectedly, her eyes flashed with flowers, and Su Shang was transferred from the shoulder of the prayer book to the arms of the red-robed scribe!

This is not the most outrageous thing.

The young scribe smiled and said, "What are you doing? Can't you see?"

juvenile:"???"

The young scribe next to her was grabbing the cat with his left hand and holding a small dagger in his right hand. He was holding it weakly against Su Shang's neck, in the standard posture of a gangster taking a hostage. Su Shang was still confused, holding the red-robed scribe's arm with his front paws, his expression full of confusion.

The young man's expression was also confused.

The young lady from the Zhao family looked at Qishan, who was rolling up his sleeves and with a frosty face, and then at his companion who had a proud look on his face as he kidnapped a cat.

He murmured: "Are you two...enemies or friends?"

Say you're a friend, and snatch someone's cat when you come up.

Let's call him an enemy. Who would snatch someone's cat?

Before the young man and the young lady from the Zhao family could sort things out, Qishan held the sword on his waist, strode forward and said sternly: "Return Su Shang quickly! Otherwise, your blood will be splattered on the spot!"

The young scribe was confident and took Su Shang to pray for good: "I should say this to you! Qi Yuanliang, if you don't want this cat's blood to splatter on the spot, you must pay back every penny you owe! Otherwise, Try if you can see this cat again!"

Qi Shan pushed back the sword that he had pulled out a few inches.

The expression on his face seemed to be angry and helpless.

When pedestrians around him saw the movement, they all cast surprised and curious glances. Qishan, who was being watched by the crowd, took a few deep breaths.

"Don't scare Su Shang!"

The young scribe asked: "Do you think it is scared?"

Not only does it look different, its tail is still swiping happily from side to side.

Qishan: "..."

I can’t have this girl anymore!

In the words of the lord, his head is buzzing right now.

He was a little surprised by the appearance of the young scribe, but he felt that it was reasonable. Ever since he met Qin Li, Jiang Sheng, and Xun Zhen one after another, he had a vague premonition that those who had enemies with him would have long ago or Late, they will appear one by one.

It's just that - among his group of enemies, who does he least want to see? This person in front of him is definitely ranked in the top three!

Why?

Because it's more complicated.

If it were other enemies, Qishan could still say that they had different stances, and the outcome would depend on their own methods. The enemy's defeat was because their skills were inferior to others. Instead of blaming him, he should practice well, but this person was different. After careful calculation, Qishan owed this man a huge debt.

"This is not the place to talk... What do you think if there is any conflict, we can resolve it in private?"

Young scribes accept it as soon as it is good.

He didn't come here just to catch the cat and threaten Qi Shan, so he returned Su Shang to him and put away the dagger.

There is an independent private room in the restaurant behind you.

The young lady and the young man from the Zhao family looked at each other.

But he couldn't restrain his curiosity and followed him.

As soon as he sat down, the young scholar poured himself a cup of tea and ordered a table full of dishes, all of which were the restaurant's most expensive signature dishes. He named them by name and asked Qi Shan to pay the bill. The waiter looked at Qi Shan, who nodded with a stinky face.

"Just charge it to my account."

After the waiter left, the young scribe spoke.

"How have you been these past few years?"

Qi Shan stroked Su Shang's hair, feeling the comfortable snoring under his palms, and softened his eyebrows: "It's pretty good."

The young scribe was thoughtful.

"You are quite satisfied with your current lord." With Qi Shan's impressive record of killing seven lords in eight years, it is hard to imagine that anyone could survive two years in the opponent's hands...

Looking at this situation, it won't be possible for a short time.

Qishan: "Well, it's just her."

There won't be another one.

The young man heard the implication of his words and sneered, obviously not believing it. Qishan didn't mean to explain more, but asked him curiously: "Why did you find this place?"

Look at him, he doesn't look like he's just passing by.

The young scribe walked through the process step by step.

He also did not forget to tease him: "I heard that Mr. Shen's staff is in urgent need of manpower, so you should have sent more than one letter. As a result - your friends didn't come because they thought you were a scholar, but your enemies did not hesitate to travel thousands of miles. In this regard, What do you think?"

Qishan said helplessly: "Hate lasts longer than love."

Those who are willing to travel thousands of miles for him are enemies.

He didn't even know what to say.

When the young scribe heard this, he laughed so hard that he slapped his knees.

"What is this called? Qi Yuanliang, this is called retribution!"

Qishan couldn't refute and changed the subject: "...You came all the way here just to laugh at this in person?"

The young scribe stretched out his hand to him.

"And debt collection."

Qishan said cheekily: "Look, I'm still alone now. How much money can I make?"

The young scribe had a look of disbelief: "You have followed Shen Jun and you haven't gotten to the position of confidant yet? Are you living in such poverty?"

Qishan: "..."

Can he say that it is precisely because he got into the position of his confidant that he is living in poverty? Mr. Shen Xiaolang would not shortchange the food and clothing of his staff, but when it comes to spending money like water and being generous, this is really not the case. When praying for kindness, you don’t care about things outside yourself.

As long as the bachelor doesn't starve to death, that's enough.

The little lady from the Zhao family doesn't understand this melon.

It was difficult for the young man to ask, but she had no such worries and asked the young scribe in a low voice: "Sir, you came all this way just to collect debt from this man? How much does he owe you?"

As soon as this question came out, both the young scholar and Qi Shan's faces darkened, and the atmosphere was not as "relaxed and happy" as before.

The young scribe said: "You owe me a country!"

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I added some numbers and good night.