spoiled brat

Chapter 75, Section 74: Flying White (Part Four)

"Yes, yes, yes..." You Ming nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "Next time, I'll find you even fresher ones."

At this moment, a servant hurriedly pushed open the door and whispered a few words in Xu Feng's ear.

Xu Feng was overjoyed upon hearing this: "You replied so quickly?"

The servant shook his head: "I'm afraid that before your message even reached the capital, Minister Wu's men had already set off."

Despite Xu Feng's arrogant demeanor in front of You Ming, he still wags his tail like a dog when he hears the name of Minister Wu.

He tossed the girl aside and hurriedly said, "Lead the way!" Then, he rolled away like a ball of flesh.

Only the two girls, You Ming and Zhao Zhao, and a parrot that had died tragically remained in the dining hall.

You Ming kicked the parrot at his feet away and said, "Let's disperse."

After the two girls left, Zhao Zhao picked up her pipa and got up. She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she heard You Ming say in a deep voice, "Stop."

Zhao Zhao didn't stop, but You Ming rushed up and grabbed her hand, scolding, "Are you out of your mind?! How dare you hug the young master in the Xu residence!"

Zhao Zhao repeated her previous statement: "He forcibly hugged me, what could I do?"

You Ming didn't believe her. Everyone else thought they were a father and daughter in cahoots, but he knew clearly that Zhao Zhao wasn't on his side: "You're deliberately causing trouble, not serving Lord Xu properly, trying to smear me!"

"I deliberately caused trouble?" Zhao Zhao sneered. "The girl you sent to replace Sister Liu'er was thrown out at dawn because she said something wrong last night and displeased Lord Xu. No matter how little I tried, I didn't make Lord Xu so angry."

You Ming shuddered. Could it be that Xu Feng was in a bad mood because of this?
Zhao Zhao pressed her advantage, saying, "Lord Xu has been very angry lately. Instead of helping him relieve his anger, you're blaming me."

You Ming had this idea, but although there are many prostitutes in the world, very few are good-looking, smart, and can suit Xu Feng's taste. How easy is it to find one?
After much thought, You Ming remembered Wang Liuer, who had disappeared on the day of the birthday banquet. She didn't return to the music academy or leave the city; she vanished like smoke.

As he was thinking, Zhao Zhao said lightly, "It's a pity that Sister Liu'er didn't have a chance to see Lord Xu. Her figure, appearance, and temperament are all first-rate..."

You Ming sensed the unspoken meaning: "Do you know where she is?"

Zhao Zhao smiled without saying a word. You Ming was somewhat skeptical: "She didn't return to the music academy after the birthday banquet. Manager Sun even thought I took her away. How could you know something that even we can't figure out?"

“How could a prostitute like Sister Liu’er confide in her clients and madam? You and Manager Sun probably don’t know that she has secretly set up a small courtyard outside.” Zhao Zhao dipped her finger in wine and wrote Chongrenfang on the table, not omitting the street name: “She had a little accident that day and missed the opportunity. She regrets it very much.”

You Ming found Zhao Zhao's words suspicious, but what kind of trouble could a mere prostitute cause?

"Write down the address, and I'll have someone bring her into the mansion."

Zhao Zhao shook her head: "I've only been to her courtyard once. I remember the way, but I can't say exactly where she lives."

Just then, Xu Feng's cursing voice rang out from outside: "What a damn bad luck! Anyone dares to ride on my head and ask me for a reward!" As soon as he came in, You Ming immediately greeted him with a smile, patting his back to help him calm down: "Godfather, calm down. The people below are blind and don't know how to behave.

Xu Feng returned to his seat and instructed You Ming, "Minister Wu's retainer has come and asked me for this year's tribute tea. I told him that it hasn't been produced yet at this time of year, but he didn't believe me and led his men to ask for it himself."

To put it bluntly, it's about ripping off the tea farmers. You Ming understood and quickly said, "Son, I'll have someone keep an eye on him later, so he doesn't get into any trouble."

Xu Feng sneered, "We need to send someone to protect him and make sure he doesn't go too far. Otherwise, if things get ugly, I'll have to suppress it."

You Ming nodded in agreement, and seeing that Xu Feng was agitated, he ordered his servants, "Don't you have any sense? Hurry up and brew a pot of good tea to calm my godfather down!"

Normally, Xu Feng would find You Ming's words reasonable when he was angry, but he was quite unhappy now. Having his subordinate guess his thoughts felt like being naked in broad daylight, a shameful feeling of having his dignity exposed.

"Screw you!" Xu Feng shoved You Ming away.

Don't let Xu Feng's fat appearance fool you; he's all just puffy fat and doesn't have much strength. Pushing You Ming is like throwing cotton wool at him. But when a superior pushes, the subordinate has to fall, just like an old man moving on a young woman, and the woman, though indifferent, has to moan in response.

You Ming stumbled back several steps like a theatrical performer, then crashed into a pillar behind him with a thud, groaning in pain. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Xu Fengnian was sixty years old, yet possessed the strength to lift a tripod.

Xu Feng knew You Ming was just trying to coax him, but he was still amused and smiled. Then, glancing at Zhao Zhao standing next to him, his smile faded: "When will you get rid of all your clothes?"

Zhao Zhao replied that it would take a few more days. Xu Feng looked at You Ming with a disgruntled expression: "The goods you sent up are all pretty good, but there are too few that suit my taste."

You Ming immediately asked, "Besides young girls, what other types does Godfather like?"

This couldn't be said outright; his subordinates had to guess. Xu Feng maintained his composure and remained silent, but his eyes darted towards Zhao Zhao's feet. You Ming instantly understood. His eyes darted around, and he smiled, "My son actually has another good one in his hands."

Xu Feng's small eyes lit up: "How good?"

“Her body is as soft as a cloud, it’s so soft and yielding when you lie on it…” You Ming said a long string of intimate words, which aroused Xu Feng’s anger. He then raised his hand and said, “Her feet are not even as big as my son’s palm.”

Xu Feng exclaimed excitedly, "Quickly, bring her here!"

You Ming looked at Zhao Zhao, who smiled and poured Xu Feng a cup of wine: "Master, I know this sister my godfather mentioned. Although she is beautiful, she comes from a poor family. Her family's crops were saved thanks to the river embankment you built after you took office. In her heart, you are an upright and just official, unparalleled in heaven and earth..."

Flattery will get you everywhere, Xu Feng downed his drink and chuckled, "Are you going to say next that she's admired me for a long time?"

“Indeed, Your Excellency is wise!” Zhao Zhao clapped her hands and smiled, flattering, “She collected the poems and essays you wrote in the capital, used a Huzhou brush dipped in silkworm ink to write them on jasmine paper, and carefully copied them into a book. Her only wish in this life is to present them to you.”

You Ming was dumbfounded. It was common for prostitutes to make up fancy stories to raise their prices, but Zhao Zhao dared to say such nonsense so easily, which required physical evidence.
He wanted to say something hesitantly, but Xu Feng was already smiling at him: "This girl is good, this girl is good!"

You Ming forced a smile, but felt empty and uneasy inside.