Being scolded as a dead star?All the bosses in the capital are rushing to pet me

Shen Kun had seen blood, and with the bow behind his back, it wasn't too scary to glare at him angrily.

"Say!"

Gritting his teeth, his voice became colder again.

Most of the people in the teahouse left, but one or two people who were not afraid of death were still secretly watching the fun.

The teahouse owner smiled bitterly and waved his hands in horror, "No, ordinary people like us would dare to ruin Princess Rongan's reputation. Young master, you think too much..."

Oh no, they are talking about Princess Rongan. What does she have to do with this new young master?

"If you don't explain the cause and effect of today's matter, I will send you to see the official!" It was about his sister, and Shen Kun couldn't control his violent temper at all.

As he said this, he was going to take the person to see the official.

"Hey, eh, eh... don't bother me," the teahouse owner said soothingly.

Before he finished speaking, Shen Kun picked him up and walked out quickly.

The old storyteller was stunned for a moment and hurriedly stopped him, "Young Master..."

"Sir, please don't be impulsive. We admit our mistakes. It's not enough for us to admit our mistakes."

Shen Kun stopped and looked at him with a dark face, "Say!"

"What did you tell us to say?" The old storyteller smiled bitterly. Seeing that the strong young man in front of him was about to get angry again, he quickly said: "We really didn't mean to target Princess Rongan. Young Master, think about it, how can we ordinary people dare to slander Rongan?" Princess.

Princess Rong'an is not only the apple of Duke Liu's eye, but also the future concubine of Prince Rong's palace. Even if we have a hundred heads, we wouldn't dare to offend her.

Isn’t this just a casual meal? Master, please calm down, calm down. If you have anything to say, let’s sit down and talk slowly. "

Shen Kun refused to take the advice and asked firmly: "Humph, what else is there to say? Didn't you put a shit basin on my sister's head in public?"

After he said these words, Shen Nian, who had just left the palace, sneezed. He felt that he had been scolded and blamed Princess Yu.

Princess Yu felt a chill running down her spine, feeling like she was being watched.

The teahouse owner was about to cry, but said, "...We must listen to whatever the young master wants us to do, so that's all."

"What do I want you to do?" Shen Kun was very dissatisfied, "It makes sense to cooperate with you in ruining my sister's reputation."

"If that doesn't work, let's go see the official!"

The owner of the teahouse got a headache when he heard that he would meet an official. It was related to Princess Rongan. Will he be able to enjoy the good fruits of meeting an official?

He gently pulled Shen Kun and smiled flatteringly.

"Master, don't be angry, it's me who can't speak."

He replied with a hint of temptation on his face, "I wonder which of Princess Rongan's brothers the young master is?"

Shen Kun said proudly, "I am Niannian's second brother. We grew up together since childhood!"

He and his sister have been in a relationship for many years, which is not comparable to that of half-way brothers.

The teahouse owner understood, "It turns out it's Mr. Shen, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Everyone in the whole country knows that the adopted family name of Princess Rongan is Shen, so this title is definitely correct.

I secretly sighed that I was unlucky.

Let Princess Rong'an's brother bump into me. I'm afraid it won't be good today...

Shen Kun has some ideas.

The main reason is that this person knows his last name, which means that his sister is not a prominent member of the Shen family, so how can he not feel proud.

The young man was in a good mood, his face turned brighter, and he grinned, "Anyone who is disrespectful, please sit down, I will ask you something!"

The black-faced boy's attitude changed, and the teahouse owner was very happy.

He called the children to prepare some food and drink, and then sat down.

"What do you want to ask, son?"

Shen Kun said nothing and said bluntly: "How is my sister doing in Zhongdu? Is anyone bullying her?"

Teahouse owner: "..."

"Princess Rongan, Princess Rongan..."

The shopkeeper was afraid that he wouldn't get it right, so he ordered the firecrackers in front of him again, hesitatingly and not knowing how to speak.

Shen Kun thought that his sister was really being bullied, and his face turned dark again.

It looks scary.

When the teahouse owner saw the young man's sudden change of expression, he was worried that he would flip the table, and said hurriedly: "Princess Rongan, how are you doing? Even if someone is looking for trouble, no one will get the advantage, right? Second Young Master Shen, don't worry too much..."

As soon as these words came out, good guy, Shen Kun's eyes were colder than before. "!!"

The shopkeeper's expression froze, he swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously: "What, what's wrong?"

"Who?" Shen Kun gritted his teeth, "Who is looking for trouble with my sister?"

He knew that his sister would definitely report good news or not bad news... Poor Nian Nian, if he had known, he would have come here earlier.

With Second Master Shen's appearance, how could the teahouse owner dare to hide it and say something that would be widely circulated.

such as--

Princess Rongan's future husband, Prince Xiao, was attracted by the Uyghur Princess, and she repeatedly found opportunities to block Princess Rongan's efforts, trying to take advantage of Princess Rongan.

Miss Lin relied on the fact that she was Princess Rong's biological niece to show off to Princess Rong'an several times.

...

If it is widely spread, the person involved will be famous.

Shen Kun's face was dark and ugly.

“So many people are bullying my sister, what’s the point of doing this!!”

The younger sister controlled her brother and held his chest angrily.

After a few breaths, he stood up angrily and left the teahouse.

The tall and strong figure disappeared, and the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is the crisis over?"

The old storyteller touched his beard hand and paused, "...it should be lifted."

As for whether the crisis has been transferred, that is not a matter for ordinary people to worry about.

Shen Kun took the boy out of the teahouse.

The young man knew the master's temperament, and no matter how angry he was, he would not take it out on anyone. He was not afraid of his master's anger, so he asked curiously: "Master, what are we going to do next?"

"We'll talk about it in the evening." Shen Kun replied with four words in a scribble, turned around and entered an inn.

There was still some time in the evening, so he took it easy first.

Just as Shen Kun stepped through the door of the inn, he saw someone who seemed familiar to him out of the corner of his eye.

The stepping foot suddenly stopped, and the young man rushed towards the man like a gust of wind.

Before the boy could recover, he saw that the young master was gone.

He averted his eyes as a matter of course.

He went into the inn and opened a room, asked the innkeeper to prepare some hot water and food, and sat in the lobby waiting for his master.

Shen Kun galloped away, but still lost him around the corner.

He punched the tree next to him angrily.

The leaves rustled down.

Shen Kun's face was full of tangles, his eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he walked towards the inn.

Back at the inn, the boy came to greet me, "Sir, the room has been opened, and the hot water and food are ready."

"Yeah." Shen Kun walked towards the room.

After taking a shower and pacifying his stomach, he was still thinking about the person he met before.

When the young man saw that the young master was thinking about something, he didn't bother him and took the basin to wash the clothes he had changed today.

The master didn't like being served, so there wasn't much he could do.

Shen Kun ignored the boy and took a bow that was as heavy as a thousand pieces and began to polish it.

This was given to him by his sister. He never let anyone touch it, and he did all the cleaning and maintenance himself.

Unknowingly, an hour passed.

It was dark outside, Shen Kun opened the window and stared out the window blankly.

The curfew time in Zhongdu is late, the streets are brightly lit, people are coming and going, and it is very lively.

Guessing that it was almost time, Shen Kun left the inn.

All in black.

Soon submerged in the moonlight. (End of chapter)