The eyes of the local tea drinkers are strange, angry, depressed and confused.

That kind of confusion is not hidden at all, and people can understand it at a glance.

The nobles from other places here were stared at inexplicably, and no one liked to be surrounded by such a gaze.

Among them, Zhou Peng, the son of the Shilang family of the Criminal Department, couldn't help but say aloud, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at why you sons are so pedantic." The person who answered was Mr. Storyteller.

"You say we're pedantic?" Zhou Peng said incredulously. The folding fan in his hand pointed directly at the storyteller, "An old scholar in a border city, at this age, I am afraid that I am willing to degenerate into a storyteller and juggler before I even fail to be admitted to Xiucai, and my stomach is full of inferior ink, where do you have the courage to say that we are pedantic."

Whoever is buried like this will not be happy, Mr. Storyteller's job in Kitahara City is very face-saving, especially the storyteller who tells the story of Si Yefu is still a public officer, and is quite loved by the people of Kitahara City.

The storyteller lowered his face, and the tea guests next to him did not look good.

"This son, you're going to say this ugly."

"Storytelling is juggling."

"If you don't want to listen or don't listen, why should you hurt people."

"I am also a person from the Imperial City, who must have seen a lot of information and has a great style. As a result, I didn't see much to see, and I didn't know much."

Zhou Peng's foreign sons and buddies were also black-faced when they were commented on like this.

"You wicked people from the border city!"

"I don't know."

Seeing the contradictions between the two sides stimulated.

The shopkeeper hurriedly came out to reconcile.

"Everyone is dissipated, dissipated, otherwise, everyone's tea money will be free today."

The shopkeeper came to Zhou Peng and said kindly, "This son is really sorry."

Zhou Peng snorted coldly, and was about to say that it was useless to apologize, but he heard the shopkeeper say next: "If you and your friends don't like the story told by the teahouse, don't be embarrassed to continue to stay here, or get together in a different place you like."

Zhou Peng heard the meaning of his words, and said angrily, "Are you driving me away!?"

The shopkeeper said, "What the prince said, how can I? I just don't want you sons to drink tea and drink a lot of gas."

He looked like he was thinking about Zhou Peng and the others, but Zhou Peng and the others were not stupid, how could they not understand that this was driving people away.

I think they are all sons of the imperial city, and which father and brother in the family are not the court, and this time they also travel with the monarch, and they have a lot of face.

The people of this barren border city may have such a chance to see a noble person once in their lives, but they don't know how to be treated carefully, and they are also disrespectful.

"Wicked people!" Zhou Peng shouted.

Originally, he was a man in the imperial city, and he dared to commit a crime secretly at the feet of the Son of Heaven, but he didn't even think about restraining at this time, and kicked towards the shopkeeper in a hurry.

He was an adult, and he was wide and fat, and he stepped down with all his strength, and if he kicked it tightly, ordinary people would say that he would lie in bed for ten days and half a month.

The shopkeeper didn't expect him to make a sudden move, so he jumped to the side in fright, but he reacted quickly and avoided it.

Zhou Peng, who didn't kick anyone, couldn't retract his strength, and the tearing sound and the screams of people sounded at the same time, only to see that Zhou Peng was forced to make a one-word horse.

Everyone in the teahouse was stunned by this series of changes, and then looked at Zhou Peng's embarrassed appearance, and then reacted and laughed.

"Come, come!" Zhou Peng shouted miserably.

He brought a servant and a guard with him, and now the servant hurriedly supported him.

Zhou Peng, whose face was pale and blue, shouted angrily to the guards, "Arrest them all and send them to the government for disposal!"

The guard hesitated, there were so many people in front of him, which one did he catch first?

Zhou Peng: "What are you doing in a daze!"

Seeing that the master was angry, the guards had to move, and decided to arrest the shopkeeper first.

It happened in this store, and it was the shopkeeper who injured the master.

"Someone's coming." The shopkeeper is not idle.

The four thugs of the teahouse came in response and fought with the approaching guards.

Originally, the guards didn't take these four thugs in short combat in their eyes, this kind of rabble, they haven't even practiced serious internal martial arts, and no matter how many they come, they are just a rabble.

A punch bump.

Guard: "......"

What's going on with this brute force!?

Arms, arms are going to break.

In a four-on-one situation, within two breaths, the guards were detained on the ground.

Not to mention that Zhou Peng's face was red with anger, and the other boys who were ready to watch the play were also dumbfounded.

And the discussion of the people of Beiyuan City embarrassed them even more.

"That's it for the guards of the Imperial City?"

"I can't fight much."

"I feel like I can beat this little skill."

"I'm so disappointed, this is the nobleman of the Imperial City? Even the first-time students are more reasonable than them."

Zhou Peng et al.: "......"

It turns out that what hurts people more than the intentional ridicule of others is the unintentional ridicule.

The doubts on the expressions of these local people were so sincere, indicating that they were really wondering why the people from the imperial city were so imbecile.

There are many examples of this in the streets of Kitahara Castle, but not all of them are as serious as teahouses.

The differences in humanistic atmosphere, identity, and three views can easily cause contradictions between the two sides.

After Zuo Si watched a few cases, he vaguely understood Mi August's meaning, but he still needed to confirm with Mi August.

"Let them stay for a while longer, and let the people of Beiyuan City get along with them closely, so that they can personally realize that the nobles of the Imperial City are not as perfect as they think, so that their fear and humility of those nobles will also fade, which is more effective than saying that they are not afraid of the imperial power."

"Such a difference will make them more aware of how difficult it is for the Lord to give them the favor of God, and they will gradually become more and more determined between believing in our Lord and fearing the royal power. In turn, those who come to the Imperial City will understand the power of God through personal contact, which will be of great benefit to the ministry in the future."

The more Zuo Si spoke, the clearer the thoughts in his mind became.

"The Emperor of Yi brought these gentlemen to Beiyuan City, and let them wander around Beiyuan City, for fear of temptation. That Fourth Prince is not a fool, nor is he ignorant of the world of difference between a spirit master and a mortal, but it is also a temptation to take the lead in fighting with the disciples of Si Yefu."

"We will always be the winners of this game."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Si was refreshed, and it was pleasing to the eye to see the lively scene on the streets of Beiyuan City.

Mi August said: "There are many talented children in Beiyuan City, and after the baptism of the Spirit Rhinoceros, their physical inspiration has been enhanced in all aspects, but their own training time is not enough."

Zuo Si: "The children Your Highness said also include other people other than the disciples of Si Yefu?"

Mi August nodded and said with a smile, "Don't you think those children are a little carried away?"

Zuo Si agreed very much, and there was still envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart.

Mi August said, "The melee on the training ground just served as a wake-up call for them to understand that talent alone is not enough, and ordinary martial artists can defeat them."

Zuo Si didn't see the process of that scuffle, but it was not difficult to guess.

The disciples of Si Yefu will definitely be able to defeat the royal guards, don't think about Qiao Huai's little young masters, and listening to Mi August's words, it is Qiao Huai's beginner children.

"Yi Zhen has done a good thing for us ahead of schedule." Mi August smiled and said, "After this fight, after you choose someone to go to Lingzhou for training, those little guys will not mess around with this for the time being, and they will study harder."