"Wei Mingfeng, let go of Yangliu. If you dare to hurt anyone, even if the emperor is here, I can't protect you." Mu Feifei stood up and scolded.
If she didn't stand up at this time, the ladies from the aristocratic families who were following her would see her true face. But she was specially dressed up today. She had to maintain her ladylike demeanor and would not stand up for Yang Liuqiang.
Without even looking at her, Wei Mingfeng kicked Yang Liu's knee joint and said coldly: "Since Miss Mu loves her loyal dog so much, why don't you apologize to me on her behalf, and so does I?" Accepted.”
She said this just to let people know that she had a conflict with the person named Mu.
The pain suddenly made Yangliu unable to straighten up.
She is only thirteen or fourteen years old and is the legitimate daughter of the household minister's family. She dared to speak like this because of Mu Feifei's courage. However, Wei Mingfeng insulted her in front of everyone and said she was Mu Feifei's loyal dog. It was also a disgrace to her father.
Mu Feifei turned blue with anger, why should she apologize for Yang Liu.
Then I heard Wei Mingfeng say in a cold voice: "Look, this matter obviously has nothing to do with you. You have to come forward to insult me. It's more refreshing for you to charge into the battle. Miss Mu doesn't care about your life or death."
Nangong Mingyu once told her that except for Nangong Mingxue and Mu Feifei, the ladies from the aristocratic families who were wagging their tails behind them were not kind people. They all bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Wei Mingfeng exerted another force, and Yang Liu burst into tears in pain. Perhaps because of Wei Mingfeng's instigation, she suddenly looked at Mu Feifei, "Sister Feifei, help me."
She felt that her hands were really numb and her knees hurt, and she did not expect Wei Mingfeng to be so powerful. If the emperor really supported Wei Mingfeng as rumored, she was afraid that her father would be implicated.
Here, Mu Feifei had no intention of stepping forward and said in a cold voice: "Please bear with me for a moment, she doesn't dare to do anything to you. This is the palace. When the envoys from various countries enter the palace and see such a scene, look at the emperor." Will you protect her?"
She thought Wei Mingfeng would let go of Yangliu after hearing this, but she didn't expect that Wei Mingfeng didn't buy it at all.
"I will let you do the embarrassing things, and she will do the honorable things. If Miss Mu Da can touch Chrysostom, you will not suffer. Next time, remember to brighten your eyes and see people clearly before you are loyal." Wei Ming Feng deliberately said, holding Yang Liu's hand harder and harder with his backhand, as if he could hear the cracking sound of bones.
At this time, many people had been attracted, but Wei Mingfeng was not afraid of people's words at all. His sharp eyes shot out a cold light. Suddenly, no one dared to step forward to dissuade him. Only Mu Feifei said coldly: "Yangliu, you Don't listen to Wei Mingfeng stirring up discord..."
So, Yang Liu suddenly gave in and said, "I'm sorry..."
In an instant, everything was quiet...
Only then did Wei Mingfeng look directly at Mu Feifei. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress and valuable jewelry. It seemed that the Mu family was also very wealthy.
Suddenly, Wei Mingfeng let go of Yang Liu and took half a step forward. The people around him stepped back again and again, frightened by Wei Mingfeng's momentum.
Wei Mingfeng changed her style and said, "Miss Mu came to my door just now and said she wanted to compete with me in martial arts, right?"
Mu Feifei felt that she was simply too arrogant. She just wanted to scare Wei Mingfeng on purpose, because she had already heard that even though Jian Qingyang was a martial artist in the Princess Clan and Wei Mingfeng, they were both in the Triangle Cat Kung Fu. It's an embroidered pillow.
Wei Mingfeng only does things that gardeners do in the Imperial Garden every day. How could such a person know martial arts?
So Mu Feifei also said coldly: "So what?"
