"Who?"
Zhao Ying picked up the gold bar and covered his forehead with one hand, blood flowing between his fingers.
"That desperate man, dared to hit me with a gold bar!"
Zhao Ying cursed, his eyes wide open.
Looking up, he saw no one.
Everyone on the scene retreated, and the people upstairs also closed the windows tightly, and no one dared to admit it.
"Go search! Catch that bastard!" Zhao Ying was furious, stuffing the gold bar into his arms while shouting.
"Yes!"
Several servants immediately yelled and rushed upstairs.
"Hehe, Meng Xiruo, I heard that you are the youngest of the four courtesans, and you are only sixteen this year. Hehe, I like young girls the most, come home with me!"
Zhao Ying wiped the blood from his forehead, turned his head and looked at Meng Xiruo, a girl in white, one of the four courtesans, with a sly smile on his face.
Although Meng Xiruo was only sixteen years old, she had a kind of elegant temperament, delicate facial features without makeup, thin eyebrows, eyes like stars, and a light white dress that was slightly loose, but it still had a high bulge in front of her body.
Even though she was frightened at this moment, her pitiful expression could arouse men's desire to conquer her.
"Let me go... let me go!"
Meng Xiruo shook Zhao Ying's hand hard, but how could a weak woman like her have the strength of a young man? Instead, her wrist was pinched and hurt.
"Mr. Zhao, you can't..."
The madam stepped forward again, but this time she was greeted by a fierce kick.
Zhao Ying's skills
were obviously martial arts, and this angry blow directly sent the madam flying, smashing three tables, spitting blood and unable to get up again.
"Mother Zhang..."
Meng Xiruo cried out in surprise, tears streaming down her face.
Although the madam was engaged in the flesh trade, she had never abused them. Instead, she always protected them when the customers made trouble.
The customers and prostitutes around were all angry but dared not speak out.
It was because Zhao Ying's family background was so strong. The four characters of his father, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, were enough to allow him to walk sideways in broad daylight.
Who dared to provoke the aristocracy?
Zhao Ying held Meng Xiruo's hand, sniffing her faint fragrance with great force, his expression extremely obscene.
"Mr. Zhao, you can't do this. Mr. Zhao said that we four courtesans sell our art but not our bodies. He said it himself!"
"Bullshit! These rules are for the lowly people. I am Zhao Ying!"
"My father loves me the most. What's the big deal about playing with a woman?"
Zhao Ying sneered, looking at Meng Xiruo's raised peaks, a wicked light flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to grab it.
Meng Xiruo was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't retreat after being caught, and could only watch the humiliation.
And just at this moment.
The window upstairs opened, and another gold bar showed a perfect parabola and hit Zhao Ying's head.
Snap!
"Ah!"
Zhao Ying was caught off guard and hit again. He covered his head and looked up suddenly. This time he finally saw Qin Ying.
"You bastard, you are looking for death!"
Zhao Ying growled, and his eyes turned blood red in an instant.
Being hit on the head by gold bars twice, Zhao Ying was furious.
"Come here, catch this bastard!"
Qin Ying's face was grim, and he didn't move, just waiting for him to send someone to catch him.
"Young Master, run quickly." Chu Jianjia's pretty face turned pale, and she hurriedly asked Qin Ying and the others to escape.
This Zhao Ying is not a good person.
"Run? Why run?" Qin Ying smiled faintly.
Subconsciously touched the revolver hidden at his waist.
Is there any need to run for these guys? If you dare to come up, I will shoot them to death one by one.
When Qin Ying was thinking.
——Suddenly.
A white shadow floated out of the window on the fifth floor of Zuixianlou.
Qin Ying's alertness made him look over immediately. The other party was too fast. Qin Ying only felt his eyes blurred, and Zhao Ying's screams were heard in the field.
He flew out and smashed more than a dozen tables.
"Master!"
The servants around him were all shocked, but before they could make a move, the white shadow approached like a ghost, and then kicked them away with a move so fast that it was invisible.
"Who, who dares to hit me!"
Zhao Ying lifted the broken wood chips and staggered to his feet.
"This young man in white has great skills."
Feng Moting couldn't help but admire him.
In the lobby of Zuixianlou.
The young man in white had red lips and white teeth, a slender and upright figure, and long black hair like a waterfall to his waist. Looking at his face again, his facial features were handsome and handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes.
The young man in white took out a red pill and handed it to Meng Xiruo, saying: "Just give it to Mother Zhang to eat."
Meng Xiruo took it quickly and thanked him in a hurry: "Thank you, benefactor, thank you very much!"
"Asshole! Where did this pretty boy come from!"
"You are the only one who knows martial arts? I have learned long fist since I was a child, I will beat you to death today!"
Zhao Yingli roared angrily and then put on a set of boxing moves.
"Young Master Qin, do we need help? Zhao Ying seems to be good at martial arts, and the knight in white may be in trouble."
Seeing this, Feng Moting asked anxiously.
Qin Ying looked at her for a while and said with a strange smile: "Have you learned martial arts? How can you help? Besides, it's useless. Ten Zhao Yings can't beat her."
Here, he paused and continued: "Besides, he is not a white-clothed knight, he should be called a white-clothed girl."
Feng Moting was stunned, "Girl... Girl? But she looks like a man."
Qin Ying said: "I can see that you have no experience. This is my man's intuition. She must be a girl. Her face must be disguised."
While speaking.
Zhao Ying below was already raising his fist with luck and growled:
"Little white face, I don't kill nameless people!"
The white-clothed girl said indifferently: "Nangong Yundi."
Zhao Ying roared, "Go to hell!"
He took a big step forward, and under the flow of true energy, the hard ground was crushed by his foot.
The fierce fist hit him head-on.
Nangong Yundi didn't dodge or avoid. She stretched out her palm to catch the punch, cleverly unloading the force and twisting the joint. There was a click. Zhao Ying's arm was bent into a strange shape, and he wailed. Qin Ying was shocked. This Nangong Yundi dressed as a man might be as good at martial arts as Lao Huang. "Tsk tsk, if she wears women's clothes, she must be very beautiful. I just don't know what she looks like." Qin Ying's imagination ran wild. He had never met a female hero before, and was full of curiosity about this type. "Ah... my hand... my hand..." Zhao Ying's face was pale and he kept retreating. In the lightning-fast fight just now, he immediately understood the gap between himself and the opponent. It's hard to bite off. "My father is Zhao Kuo! Mr. Zhao Kuo, the Minister of Revenue, if you dare to touch me, believe it or not, I will execute your entire family!"
Zhao Ying endured the severe pain and retreated while threatening.
Nangong Yundi's expression was cold, but her eyes were gradually cold.
This time she went to the rivers and lakes to teach these people who bully others and act tyrannically.
At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.
A group of soldiers wearing armor and swords on their waists walked in, talking and laughing.
"It's not good to visit the brothel during our patrol time?"
"What are you afraid of? Who will check us?"
"That's right, then you have to treat us today."
"Hehe, don't worry, Mr. Zhao is here today, of course Mr. Zhao will treat us all."
"Is the Mr. Zhao you are talking about that?"
"Fuck, Mr. Zhao, who beat you like this?"