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Chapter 187: It’s really useful to slap someone in the face

When Mo Zhu heard what his own imperial teacher said, he took out a wooden fly swatter from somewhere and started hitting the doorman in the face.

Looking at the doorman's face that was swollen like a pig's head, Mo Zhu began to mutter: "This convenient slap on the face is really useful. My hand doesn't hurt at all."

Mo Zhu took the slap stick and waved it proudly at the Imperial Master: "Imperial Master, this thing is really useful. It takes the least effort to give the most painful slap! I suggest that it be promoted nationwide."

Meng Fang covered his face and looked at Mo Zhu angrily. He wanted to speak, but he knew that as long as he spoke, he would make a fool of himself, so he could only stare at Mo Zhu with hatred.

When the Imperial Master heard what Mo Zhu said, he smiled slightly, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze: "Mo Zhu, you are so naughty. If you like it, then you can take it with you wherever you go in the future. When this Imperial Master returns, just tell the emperor."

Mo Zhu was satisfied now. The prefect stood aside and looked at the Imperial Master in disbelief: "You said you are the Imperial Master? Do you have any proof?"

The Imperial Master then turned his attention to the prefect: "Sir, who in the world would dare to pretend to be the Imperial Master without regard for his own life? Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

"Also, when I said I was the national teacher, of course I had evidence. Are you stupid?"

After the Imperial Master finished speaking, he took out an identity token and showed it to the prefect. After the prefect saw the token in his hand, his originally straight waist bent down and said, "I didn't know that the Imperial Master was here. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

The Imperial Master waved his hands, his sleeves fluttering, and said rudely: "Forgive? How can I forgive you? Why don't you set an example for me? My Mozhu just hit your doorman and his hand hurts. Your doorman is too prickly."

As soon as the Imperial Master said this, the people gathered at the door to watch the fun burst into laughter. Then, fearing that the prefect and the doorman would cause trouble for them if they saw them, they all closed their mouths and tried hard to hold back their laughter.

The assassin at the door no longer cared whether his face hurt or whether it pricked his hands. He was so scared that he just knelt on the ground in the middle of winter, shivering.

When the prefect reacted, he said directly: "Come here, drag him away and beat him to death with sticks!"

The doorman was really scared now. He never thought that being prickly-looking would one day be a reason for being beaten to death by the authorities.

The doorman ran to the prefect and knelt on the ground. He wanted to hug the prefect's thighs, but the prefect had already predicted the doorman's behavior and stepped back in disgust, not wanting the doorman to touch the corner of his clothes.

Seeing this, the doorman immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Sir, spare my life! I know I was wrong, and I will never appear in front of others again!"

The prefect was indifferent to the doorman's plea for mercy. Seeing the prefect's indifference, the doorman turned to look at the imperial teacher and knelt down quickly in front of him.

"Master Imperial Master, please spare my life. I apologize for my rudeness just now. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Master Imperial Master, I'm sorry!"

"Sir, I know I was wrong. Please spare my life! I have elderly parents and children to take care of, and I have a wife who needs my support."

The doorman was really scared now. If he could only admit his mistake and make these adults soften their hearts, he might have a chance to survive.

The Imperial Master stared at the prefect with his eyes wide open: "What do you mean by this? You want to kill someone just for such a small reason. As a prefect, you are so careless about human life. How can you be a parent official?"

The prefect didn't know what to say to the Imperial Master. His waist was still bent, and when he was thinking about how to reply, the Imperial Master's words rang out again: "You are such a jerk as a concierge. You should stop relying on others' power and looking down on others. Do you understand?"

"You are lucky this time to have met us. If you had met an official who took human life lightly like your master, you would have been in danger of losing your life."

Seeing that he had a chance of survival, the doorman kowtowed and said, "Thank you for sparing my life, sir. Thank you for saving my life. I will remember your kindness in my heart for the rest of my life."

"Hey, if you want to apologize, you should go to my Mo Zhu. Go apologize to him. Also, you hurt my Mo Zhu, so you have to compensate him."

"If my Mozhu forgives you, I will forgive you too. Do you understand?" The national teacher looked at the doorman with a smile on his face and said cold words.

The doorman knelt down in front of Mo Zhu again and said, "Master Mo Zhu, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

At this time, the doorman's forehead was bleeding, but he couldn't stop. He was afraid that if he stopped, his life would be over.

"If you want me to spare you, you have to compensate me with five taels of silver. I don't want more than that. Don't tell me that you have so much money. You have no more than five taels of silver on you now."

The concierge was shocked by Mo Zhu's words. He knelt on the ground and looked up at Mo Zhu. He opened his mouth and stammered, "This is too amazing. He even knows this."

"So, are you going to take the money or not?" Mo Zhu looked at the doorman kneeling on the ground with the same eyes and expression as the national master.

The concierge looked at Mo Zhu and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He quickly took out five taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to Mo Zhu obediently: "Sir, this is all the money I have. Please forgive my previous recklessness."

Mo Zhu took the five taels of silver without hesitation and ran to the Imperial Master, offering it to him like a treasure: "Sir, this is for you. It's still warm."

The Imperial Master put the silver in his arms without any hesitation: "You are so considerate! I will give you a chicken drumstick tonight."

Secretary Guo was talking to Mo Zhu. He seemed to have just noticed that the prefect was still bending over, so he quickly said, "Oh my, sir, why are you still bowing? I didn't expect your waist is so good."

The prefect took a deep breath helplessly. When he was about to speak, the imperial teacher spoke again, "You haven't told me your name yet. Is your name ugly? If it's not ugly, you should have told me long ago."

"I really don't understand you. We have been standing outside for such a long time. Why don't you invite us in? Is there some unspeakable secret in your house?"

When the prefect heard the imperial teacher's words, he looked up suddenly. He looked at the imperial teacher in horror. Did the imperial teacher know something, so he said it deliberately to test the waters?

Although the prefect was shocked by the words of the imperial teacher, he recovered in an instant and said in horror: "Sir, why do you say that? You are really wronging me."