"Anhou, do you really not need me to give you ten bottles of toilet water to replace your folding fan to repel mosquitoes?"
Zhou An raised his head and saw Ning Wuyao standing down with a joking smile on his face.
After all, he couldn't suppress his inner anger. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but a mouthful of blood mist came out.
"puff……"
He was so angry that he vomited blood!
When the people who came to see the excitement saw this, they were so frightened that they backed away and began to avoid suspicion.
He was afraid that Zhou An would make him angry to death and blackmail them again.
"Master Ning, stand behind me."
Shen Youchu grabbed Ning Wuyan's sleeve and dragged him back.
Ning Wuhuang wished that Zhou An would be so angry that he would go to heaven on the spot, but he knew that for an extrovert like Zhou An, his blood flow was probably due to the recent exhaustion of the assassins gathered together, coupled with the anxiety that attacked his heart.
It won't cost your life.
"Little Marquis, how do you feel?"
The guards behind Zhou An quickly helped the person up and took his pulse. After finding that there was nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhou An glared sideways at Ning Wuyan, wanting to say something, but due to his weakness, his throat was clogged with blood foam, and he could only hear a "whooshing" sound like a bellows.
Seeing this, the guard could only say to Shen Youchu: "Miss Shen, the young Marquis is not feeling well. Please drive the boat to the shore."
"Are you just feeling unwell?"
Ji Jin asked with concern.
Zhou An cast another sidelong glance at Ji Jin, whose face was full of worry, and then saw the nervous Zhou Jingxian next to him. Of course, he would not be so sentimental as to think that they were worried about him.
He understands.
These people were worried that they would be angered to death and harm Ning Wuyan.
How ridiculous!
Zhou An thought about how he always failed miserably in front of Ning Wuhuang no matter how much he fought with wits and courage. Thinking about how he would personally witness Ning Wuhuang's death in the future, Zhou An secretly decided.
If there is one in ten thousand, he will be killed by Ning Wuhuang.
Even if he died, he would still hold Ning Wuxu as his backer!
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhou An, who was emotionally excited again, had disordered breathing and coughed violently when the boat turned around.
Shen Youchu was afraid that Zhou An would lose his temper again, so he quickly ordered the boatman to drive slower.
Ji Jin and Zhou Jingxian invited the guests back to the boat hall to take a short rest.
A group of people were busy.
Only Ning Wushu stood quietly beside Shen Youchu, staring at the guard who pressed Zhou An's acupuncture points from time to time to help Zhou An smooth his qi and increase the flow of qi and blood. His brows gradually tightened.
I knew I couldn't underestimate these royal children.
On the surface, some guards appear to be just guards with high kung fu skills.
Secretly, he may be a doctor with superb medical skills who can bring the dead back to life.
It seems.
If he takes action, it must be fatal with one blow, and the guard cannot be given a chance to recover.
Thanks to the constant care of the medical-savvy guards, Zhou An no longer coughed or wheezed before the boat docked.
But since the guard told him not to speak, Zhou An no longer had any intention of humiliating himself.
When the boat docked and put wooden planks on it, they pretended that nothing happened and let the two guards help them leave.
Shen Youchu watched Zhou An get on the carriage and pouted dissatisfiedly: "It's really disappointing. I don't know when Zhou An can return to the capital."
"almost."
Ning Wuyou answered smoothly.
Zhou Jingxian on the side thought that Zhou An had summoned 90% of the assassins from Sangen Pavilion, and thought to herself: If Zhou An failed to use assassins to assassinate Mr. Ning this time, he would definitely return to the capital.
Based on Zhou An's disgusting behavior today, she decided.
Setting an ambush on Zhou An's way back to Beijing will definitely frighten Zhou An so much that he never dares to return to Jinling again.
As for the assassination of the Sangenge killer, Zhou Jingxian already had a way to deal with it. She took advantage of her vacation tomorrow to discuss the details with Mr. Ning in detail.
It is good to lure the snake out of the hole, and then hit the snake seven inches.
Zhou An left, and today's guests were also anxious to queue up to buy the first batch of toilet water.
But before leaving, they didn't forget to take this opportunity to get to know Ning Wuyan.
"Mr. Ning, can I invite you to the next tea party?"
"Ms. Ji and I both belong to the poetry club. Next month the poetry club will go hiking to enjoy flowers. I wonder if Mr. Ning is free?"
"Mr. Ning, my village is next to Zhangjiazhuang. Can I go and play with you and Miss Shen?"
Today, Ning Wuyan was not afraid of power and dealt with Zhou An, and even wrote poems and dedications in public, capturing the hearts of many girls present.
A handsome man with talent, brains and money completely fits their imagination of their future husband.
Ning Wuyang, who was suddenly surrounded by a group of girls, was a little confused.
Isn’t it said that women in ancient times were very reserved?
It seems that no matter what era, girls from rich and powerful families, outgoing and confident, do not need to think about how to write the word "reserved" at all.
At this time, Ning Wuhao felt like Tang Monk who fell into Pansi Cave.
Whenever he agreed to attend a banquet with a girl, he was worried that he would be a meat bun and beat a dog, and never look back.
But in this case, it was really difficult for Ning Wu to refuse these girls who came to the meeting because of his reputation.
In order to preserve their dignity, he chose to take the initiative to socialize.
"Everyone, please give me a break. I drank too much ice drink just now... You go ashore first, and I'll come back to pay my respects."
Ning Wuhuang used the excuse of peeing to escape, oiled the soles of his feet, and disappeared from everyone's sight with Xiao Yunfei.
Shen Youchu, who was about to drag him away, watched Ning Wuxu slip away in front of her eyes, and immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
Ji Jin, who was about to rescue Ning Wuyou, looked at the strange expressions on the faces of his fellow poetry club members and licked the rising corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.
When Zhou Jingxian looked at Ning Wuxu's almost running away, she couldn't help but sigh: Being a heartthrob is quite troublesome.
"Mr. Ning may have a cold stomach and won't be able to come back for a while. Let's all disperse."
Zhou Jingxian chose to lend a helping hand to Ning Wuyou.
But he didn't know when he said this.
When people talk about this trip to the lake, admiring lotus flowers, and eating iced drinks after dinner, they always use Ning Shixian as a negative example.
Let me teach you that although iced drinks are good, you should not be greedy for cold drinks and eat too much.
Otherwise, he will have a stomachache in public and have diarrhea to the point where he cannot even get out of the bank.
From Zhou Jingxian's words, the rich ladies thought of that very picturesque scene, and they all endured the discomfort in their stomachs and said goodbye to Shen Youchu and the others.
As if they were afraid that the smell would spread, one ran faster than the other.
When Ning Wuyang walked around the boat and came back, he found that all the guests had left, and he was very happy.
"It seems that they are all decent people, and they also know that there are some things that they should not insist on. Miss Shen, what are you having for dinner?"
Shen Youchu looked at Ning Wuyan, who knew nothing about Zhou Jingxian's words just now, with a look of sympathy on her face, but thinking that in this way, there would not be so many people competing with her for Mr. Ning's favor, she couldn't help laughing. got up.
"Master Ning, can you still eat it?"
Um?
That's what I said.
When the ice drink enters the stomach, only water remains.
Ning Wuyan looked at Ji Jin and Zhou Jingxian in confusion: "Aren't you going to have a celebration banquet tonight?"
"Mr. Ning, can you really still eat it?"
After Ji Jin's eyes were fixed on his stomach for a moment, he turned around suddenly.
Ning Wuyan was even more puzzled when he saw her shoulders shrugging slightly, as if she was snickering.
What happened?
He is a urine escaper, not a feces escaper. What does it mean to always ask him whether he can eat or not?
When Zhou Jingxian saw the figures of the girls who had also fled, and then looked at the reactions of Shen Youchu and Ji Jin, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have destroyed the perfect image that Mr. Ning had finally established in the minds of the girls.
Ah...this matter is so troublesome, it's self-defeating, isn't it?
"Well...Mr. Ning, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
In order to avoid Ning Wuyan being forced to stay, Zhou Jingxian said she would leave first, but in fact she just tiptoed and used Qing Kung Fu to fly out ten feet away, faster than running.
Ning Wuyan was puzzled and could only think that they were too excited to successfully sell ice drinks today.
"Since there is no celebration party tonight, I just want to go back to Zhangjiazhuang. Miss Shen, can you borrow a few trustworthy and literate people?"
