Quick Wear: Cannon Fodder's Self-Redemption (2)[MTL]

Chapter 50: A Few Things About the Little Emperor

At midnight, Qiming changed his clothes, opened the door, and left the Regent's Palace in a few steps. According to his memory, he walked through the streets and alleys and soon arrived at the courtyard where Liu Sheng was. He came to the wall of the courtyard and jumped in.

　　It was dark in the yard, but Qiming could see clearly. He came to the bedroom window, and before he could stand still, a man wrapped in black rushed towards him quickly. Qiming slightly turned sideways to avoid the man's punch to his face, stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's wrist as fast as lightning, and threw him behind his back. The man followed the direction of the wrist's turn, tiptoed slightly, and used the wall for leverage. While turning his body, his knee quickly attacked Qiming's lower abdomen. Qiming kicked the wall, used the force to quickly retreat, and tightly grasped the man's wrist with his fingers, pulling back hard. Qiming quickly dodged to the left side of the man, forcing his arm to go around his neck. Seeing this, the man was about to turn his body, but Qiming kicked him in the bend of his leg. The man lowered his body and fell forward involuntarily. Qiming leaned forward, and the man hit back with his left elbow. Qiming blocked with his right hand and pressed forward on him. The man's right hand was restrained, leaving only his left hand to support the ground. Qiming took the opportunity to lock the man's legs and put the weight of his entire body on him, making the man unable to move since then.

　　Qiming said softly: "Master, has my Kung Fu improved?"

　　Han Zhan struggled with his arms and said, "Young Master, the disciple is better than the master!"

　　Qiming let go of his hand, climbed up from Han Zhan's body, patted his clothes, bowed and said: "Disciple greets the master."

　　Han Zhan got up from the ground swiftly, held Qiming's bent body, and said seriously: "Young Master, the king is the king and the minister is the minister, you must not confuse the hierarchy!"

　　"Master, even if you are a king, you should still bow when you see your mentor, let alone I am just a poor man now." Qiming looked directly at Han Zhan and said seriously.

　　Han Zhan couldn't help but frowned upon hearing this, and said disapprovingly: "Young Master, no matter what your identity is now, in my heart you are the only bloodline of the royal family of Nalan Country, that is, our monarch. It is the duty of a subordinate to obey the etiquette between monarch and subject!"

　　While the two were arguing, the bedroom door was opened, and Liu Sheng walked out of the room and said helplessly: "Young Master, Han Zhan, stop arguing, and go into the house quickly. Business is more important."

　　Qiming stood up helplessly when he saw this, and said with a smile: "Okay. Master, let's go in."

　　Han Zhan nodded, stepped aside, and motioned Qiming to go first. Qiming didn't pretend to be so, and walked in. The layout of the room was no different from the last time he came. There was an oil lamp on the table, emitting a dim light, illuminating the small space around the square table, but it made people feel inexplicably at ease.

　　To avoid trouble, Qiming sat directly in the main seat, looked at the two people standing beside him, and said, "Teacher, Master, please sit down. It's always inconvenient to talk while standing like this."

　　Liu Sheng pulled Han Zhan to sit down together, poured a cup of tea for Qiming and placed it in front of him, then asked with concern: "Why did the young master come here in the middle of the night? Did something happen?"

　　Qiming explained, "Teacher, don't worry. Nothing has happened. It's just that the palace steward Ma Chang has distrusted me since I entered the palace. Every time I leave the palace, he sends someone to follow me. I don't want to expose the fact that I have martial arts skills, so it's inconvenient for me to come during the day."