Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 177

# 177

Taejonbirok Volume 8 Episode 2

Chapter 48: The Lazy Man Meets His Master (2)

“Sir! Sir! Open the door.”

“Ugh…….”

Shin Gi-su and Jo Hyeon let out a deep sigh at the desperate cries they heard outside the door.

When Seok Moon-cho, the chief instructor of the Jamryongmu-gwan, came to see him in the morning and saw him acting like that, it was obvious as daylight why he had come to see him.

The problem is that Jo Hyun never wants to know about it. If the word 'above' comes out of Seok Moon Cho's mouth, he will want to kick him out of the palace.

“Ugh.”

But he couldn't just ignore it. Half of what Wi Yeon-ho did was his fault. It was his fault for not even properly finding out what kind of person Wi Yeon-ho was, and for blindly entrusting him with the work of an instructor, and even giving him inviolable rights.

In the end, Jo Hyun weakly shook off the blanket and got up from her seat. The cold wet towel on her forehead fell to the floor with a thud.

“Up, up!”

As I stood up, my stomach started prickling as if I had swallowed a hot needle.

The congressman said that there was a hole in the stomach and that I should absolutely do a rectal examination… … .

“It’s a disease, a disease! I’m so angry inside. I’ve been a doctor for forty years, but this is the first time I’ve seen such a severe disease. Are you being threatened by the demonic cult?”

“……The Demonic Cult is a noble family.”

At least those guys are ignorant and violent, but they are not evil. It would be much better for my mental health to deal with the Ten Elders of the Demonic Cult at the same time.

What kind of hardship is this in my later years?

Jo Hyeon was once again overcome with anger towards Wi Yeon-ho and Wi Jeong-han who gave birth to Wi Yeon-ho. A vicious cycle was unfolding in which he would get angry and then his stomach would hurt, and then his stomach would hurt and he would get angry again.

“Eu …

Jo Hyun, who was very annoyed, weakly walked to the door and opened it.

Seokmuncho with a blank face was looking at him.

“Sir!”

“……What is all that?”

Jo Hyun's gaze turned to the papers that Seokmuncho was holding tightly to his chest.

“This is a class cancellation application and petition.”

Jo Hyun-yi closed her eyes tightly. Just from those words, it was obvious what was going on without even looking.

“First of all… first of all, come in.”

As Jo Hyeon headed to the table, Seok Moon-cho weakly followed him and sat down at the table.

He didn't even have the energy to make new tea. When I poured him the tea he had been drinking, Seokmuncho emptied his cup cleanly in one gulp as if his throat was burning, and then quietly handed him another cup.

Slurp.

There was a hint of a drinking atmosphere, but I ignored it and opened my mouth.

“……Which class is it?”

“Don’t you know?”

“The petition?”

“I'm sure you know.”

“……I guess so.”

I thought this was the first time since the opening of the Jamryongmu Hall that cadets had submitted a petition.

“Yeah. Wi Yeon-ho, is that guy still doing nothing?”

“How much better it would have been if that had been the case?”

"huh?"

What is this?

When Jo Hyeon looked puzzled, Seok Moon-cho began to explain with a puzzled look on his face.

“It is said that Wei Yanho started practicing because the children asked him to do so.”

“Oh, really?”

Jo Hyun smiled and said.

“Then isn’t that good news?”

“Good news?”

Jo Hyun was neither oblivious nor thoughtless. The moment he saw Seok Moon-cho’s distorted face, he knew immediately that something was wrong.

Moreover, if it involves that great fortune, it is natural for it to go wrong.

“They say it’s training, but they gathered the kids in a practice room and are throwing rocks at them. I told them to avoid it.”

“…….”

The first thing that came to mind was that it was a very indigenous practice.

But to that extent, there isn't really a problem, right?

“What does that mean?”

“Twenty contusions, twelve fractures, seven compound fractures.”

“…….”

“All those bastards who look like they’re alive have been taken to the infirmary. Those who are currently lying in the infirmary are making a fuss, saying they’ll tell their families and definitely protest this unfair treatment. Where do you think all these petitions came from?”

Jo Hyeon quietly turned his head away from the petition that Seokmuncho had placed on the table.

“What did Wi Yeon-ho say?”

“I told them to please be careful because so many kids are getting hurt……”

"but?"

Seokmuncho sighed and said.

“These days, kids are weak-willed, so they get hit hundreds of times harder than when they were kids, and they still get along fine. If someone heard about it, they’d think I’d been living for a hundred years.”

“Ugh!”

Jo Hyun grabbed the top.

“Okay, sir! Sir!”

"approximately……."

"yes?"

“Bed… medicine next to the bed. Medicine!”

Seokmuncho got up from his seat and ran to the bed, returning with a bowl of medicine. Jo Hyeon, who had downed the herbal medicine Seokmuncho had given him, finally calmed down and sat back down.

When Jo Hyeon seemed to have calmed down a bit, Seok Moon-cho opened his mouth with an embarrassed expression.

“If we keep doing this, we’ll catch all the kids.”

“So how many are left?”

“There are about ten people left, including Eonhyo and Pengdohyung. Some of them haven’t been to class for a few days. There are ninety people who have submitted applications to change classes.”

Jo Hyun turned his head and looked out the window.

'Yeah, that's right.'

Life can't be that easy. Somehow, I felt like my life up until now was going smoothly.

You've lived a smooth life up until now just to meet that guy in your later years.

Jo Hyun covered his face.

Even so, what crime did he commit that heaven sent him down like that?

“And there is one more problem.”

"also?"

“Yes. If you want to change classes, you need the seal of your previous instructor. However, the instructor above is refusing to change classes.”

“Why again?”

"that is……."

Seokmuncho seemed to be contemplating whether he should speak or not, then opened his mouth with a sigh.

“It says in the contract that each person will receive one nyang of gold, but if you deduct that, you’ll only have ten nyang……”

Kkwaduk.

'That expensive thing.'

Jo Hyun's hands tore off the expensive sandalwood table like a piece of paper.

“What on earth is that guy doing! He’s earning thousands of nyang of gold right now, and he’s not letting the kids go because of ninety nyang of gold?”

'It's not just ninety nyang.'

As I was moving thousands of nyang around while looking at the documents that I had to meet with that gentleman, it seems like he has lost his sense of money.

Ninety nyang of gold isn't even the name of a dog.

“Wei Yanho! Wei Yanhooooooo! If I ever meet Wei Zhenghan, I will definitely boil him and eat him!”

The anger towards the son was being transferred to the father.

“What should I do with this guy! What on earth should I do with him! Ugh. My stomach!”

As Jo Hyeon bent down again, holding his forehead, Seok Moon-cho wiped away the moisture rising in his eyes.

'I never thought I would see a soldier like this in my lifetime.'

Wasn't he the gentleman who laughed and said, 'It seems my life is over now. I'm glad I have no regrets' even when the devil-like leader of the Demonic Cult chased him all the way to the front?

If Sima Qianshi had not brought reinforcements, he would have certainly been torn to pieces there. The nobleman who had remained calm even in the face of death was now screaming because of a child.

“Is there no way to stop it?”

“If you ask me that…….”

“Yeah. It’s my job, it’s my job!”

Jo Hyun sat on the chair in despair.

“Wise! Where is the wise man now! While his own child is causing trouble, where is the person who is comfortable in it now!”

Just a few days ago, he had heard Jo Hyeon say, “All of my children are dragons and tigers… … That guy, he can just stay home and play baduk and pass the time. Hehehe,” but Seok Moon-cho carefully erased that memory from his mind.

There was no use remembering what a superior had said in one breath, especially if that person was Jo Hyeon.

At that moment, a low voice was heard from outside.

“Sir.”

“……Come later, come later. I’m busy right now.”

“This is what the Lord instructed…….”

Jo Hyun's face distorted at the voice coming from outside the door.

“What is it!”

“It is said that the Gwangdongwi family’s distinguished party has just arrived in front of the city gate.”

bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the door blew open and Jo Hyun's figure disappeared as if in an instant.

“……There’s chaos.”

Seokmuncho muttered absentmindedly among the fluttering piles of documents.

* * *

“Jeongmu Alliance… It’s been a really long time.”

Wi Jeong-han looked at Jeong Mu-myeong with a face full of emotion.

“But has it always been this noisy here?”

I've been concerned that more people are gathered around the tent in front of the main gate than at the main gate.

“……What is that doing?”

Han Sang-ah shouted sharply at Wi Jeong-han, who was interested in the tent.

“The child is here now, so why are you interested in something else? Oh, how could a gentleman who abandoned his child as soon as it was born and went into hiding be interested in his own child?”

“……You have committed a mortal sin, Ivory.”

Wi Jeong-han wiped his eyes at the thought that he had earned another curse because he couldn't stand it for a moment.

Where will this hellish nagging end? Will I ever be able to escape it until the day I die?

“It’s crowded. It seems like they’re checking ID pretty thoroughly.”

When Wisanho frowned at the sight of the long line at the main gate, Wijeonghan laughed.

“Don’t worry! Who am I? I am the head of the Guangdong Wei family and the junior whom the leader and the military lord cherish! It seems that you don’t know my status well, but if I reveal my identity, the military lord will run out barefoot. Watch carefully!”

After making his boast, Wi Jeong-han passed the long line and approached the officer.

“……Ah, father.”

Wisanho absentmindedly stretched out his hand as he watched the scene, but Wijeonghan was already muttering something to Wisa.

After talking for a while, Wi Jeong-han lowered his head and turned back to them.

“…….”

“That, that could be so, Father.”

“Everything you do is like that! Phase? Wisaaaaang?”

Wi Jeong-han looked up at the distant sky while receiving comfort from Wi San-ho and reprimand from Han Sang-ah at the same time.

'When did I become so ignored?'

Even though he revealed his nickname and name, he said, "Okay, go to the back and stand in line." Even though he hasn't been in the martial arts world very often lately, there was a time when he could get through anywhere with just one word, "Jeong Hwa-geom."

Wi Jeong-han was feeling somewhat lonely in the changed world and the power of the nickname that had faded away.

But at that moment.

“Wizhenghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

"oh?"

Wi Jeong-han quickly turned his head.

Someone was running out from inside the main gate, shouting at him.

"omg?"

“Okay, sir?”

Jo Hyun was running towards him with a white cloth wrapped around his forehead and literally barefoot. The guards were terrified at the sight and stood motionless.

“Look at that! Look at that, you punk!”

Wi Jeong-han's shoulders have grown twice as large.

It was just a remark, but he really welcomed me barefoot. I was moved to tears by that warm welcome.

'I will devote myself to justice and the political alliance in the martial arts world.'

Wi Jeong-han greeted Jo Hyeon with his slightly trembling arms spread out to both sides.

“It’s been a while, sir!”

And at that moment.

Wi San-ho's mouth opened wide like never before in his life as he watched Jo Hyeon run at full speed, jump up, and slam his fist into Wi Jeong-han's face.