"In that case, I will discuss it with the elders."
Luo Sheng forced a smile and raised his wine glass to Zhao An. Only Luo Xiaoxiao was gnawing on the chicken drumsticks heartlessly and blushed after drinking.
After the meal, Luo Xiaoxiao took Zhao An to her boudoir. She also wanted to learn arithmetic.
"Miss, you are drunk. Can we talk about it another time?"
"Nonsense! This girl has a good drinking capacity, but you, who are you, and why are you so good?"
If the invention of new arithmetic can be understood as profound scholarship, then the invention of a method of making salt is indeed a bit outrageous.
Throughout thousands of years of history, who has such ability?
Zhao An said proudly: "I am your teacher. If others are not good, it does not mean that I am not good. The wheel of history is rolling forward, and there are always ways to innovate. It's just my turn this time. It's no big deal."
"What a strange man."
Luo Xiaoxiao mumbled and didn't ask any more questions.
Next, Zhao An briefly taught some arithmetic, and then left. Before leaving, he found a few men carrying wooden boxes to the backyard. Those boxes seemed to be very heavy.
Luo Shengzhen killed Zhou and his son, which was a lot of fun to watch.
After leaving the hotel, not far away, I saw figures flashing near Hongxiu Zhai across the street. Ling Qiaoer was taken into the carriage and the shop was closed.
Are you from the Chen family?
Zhao Anxin's head tightened. Last time he invited her to join the literary club, she did go. She also had a share of the credit for building momentum for the emperor to promote Xijiang Yue. Is Mrs. Chen planning to get rid of her?
Before he could continue thinking, Zhao An ran into Cuilan Garden.
Qian Yuwei was sitting in the room admiring the sketch. When she saw someone coming, she was slightly startled, put away the scroll and called sir.
Zhao An suddenly got stuck. At this moment, all he could think about was the image of her being pinned down on the table by Prince Ning to conquer her.
"gentlemen?"
Qian Yuwei's hand wavered in front of her eyes. Zhao An woke up from his dream and quickly put away his complicated thoughts, "Miss Qian Yu, didn't you say you could take action once before? Please lend me the brocade now."
"Sir, do you want to kill someone?"
"uncertain."
"The little girl keeps her word."
Qian Yuwei looked at Jinxiu who was standing by reluctantly, and motioned for her to obey her orders.
Regardless of whether Jinxiu agreed or not, Zhao An dragged her to the backyard of Cuilan Garden and drove a carriage to the street.
He saw Ling Qiaoer's carriage leaving the city from a distance and followed it. The two carriages were dozens of meters apart.
Jinxiu recognized it as Hongxiu Zhai's car at a glance, and said suspiciously, "Aren't you lustful again?"
"Sister, is my brother so wretched in your heart?" Zhao An protested strongly.
Jinxiu said contemptuously: "Thank you for your self-awareness. In the past, I don't know how many gentle scum like you I would have killed."
"Where does the girl rank on the Jianghu list?" Zhao An asked a key question. If a fight breaks out later, she will be dead if she can't stop him.
Jinxiu snorted: "Ranked seventh."
"Such a mouthful! What's your name?"
"What do you tube?"
"So you can beat Sun Laoba?"
"uncertain."
Fighting among the strongest in the world requires not only exquisite killing moves, but also bravery and bravery. No one can guarantee that he will be in the best condition every day. If he is not in the best condition one day, he will not be able to beat someone who is lower in the ranking.
Zhao An suddenly realized that with her strength, she would have no problem dealing with the Chen family's servants.
The two cars drove one behind the other for about half an hour, far away from Gyeonggi Province.
Suddenly, Chen's carriage stopped ahead, and several men covered Ling Qiaoer's mouth and dragged her into the dense forest.
Zhao An hurriedly dragged Jinxiu out of the car and took a roundabout way.
Jinxiu curled her lips, "What is your relationship with Ling Qiaoer? Why did you save her?"
"Anyway, if you help me save the people, consider it as completing the mission. It would be best if you can kill a few to avoid unnecessary complications."
"no problem."
Jinxiu didn't want to get too involved with Zhao An, so she speeded up in a flash, walking through the forest as if on flat ground. Even Zhao An couldn't keep up with her speed.
In an open area in the forest, there was a large pit dug in advance. Several people tied up Ling Qiaoer, gagged her and threw her into it.
Ling Qiaoer struggled in the pit, her face covered with tears. She never thought that one day she would end up being buried alive!
The autumn light of the silver candle paints the screen coldly, and the light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.
This is the ending that Mr. Zhou predicted for her, but in fact it is even more miserable!
Her eyes were bloodshot and she stared desperately at the men standing by the pit.
The few people did not fill in the soil immediately, but looked at each other and smiled evilly, "Brothers, she is going to die anyway, why not us..."
As he said this, several people smiled even more evilly.
This is the Duke's woman, so beautiful and delicate, it must be a pleasure to play with.
"Pull her up and serve us first before sending her on her way."
Several people made a fuss and scrambled to pull Ling Qiaoer up from the pit. Without untying the rope around her upper body, they held her down, lifted up her skirt and took off her pants.
Ling Qiaoer struggled hard, his forehead was full of veins, and his miserable sobs were full of despair.
But these people were not sympathetic, so they took off her pants and roughly spread her white legs.
"Wow! Excellent!"
They stared greedily at the alluring place and remained indifferent even as Ling Qiaoer cried and struggled.
At this moment, a dagger suddenly flew out from the side.
Poof!
The dagger was inserted completely between the eyebrows of the servant who was about to take off his pants. The man died suddenly on the spot. Even when he was dying, his eyes were still wide open, showing endless confusion.
Jinxiu is covered with a veil, like a tigress coming down the mountain, one with one punch and three with one kick.
She was extremely cruel, breaking their necks directly, or kicking their skulls to pieces, and some had their throats slit with a dagger covered in brains.
The picture is too scary.
Zhao An didn't care so much, he ran over with his face covered, put down Ling Qiaoer's skirt to block the endless scenery, picked her up and ran away.
"Damn it, who are you!"
The only remaining servants were so frightened that they peed.
Jinxiu kicked him away, pierced his throat with a dagger, and nailed him to the tree trunk alive.
Next, she wanted to stay and deal with the scene, so Zhao An took Ling Qiaoer to retreat first.
The carriage slowly returned to the capital, but Ling Qiaoer was still tied up, leaning in the corner and unable to stop crying.
Zhao An lifted the curtain to look at her and whispered, "It's me."
"Mr. Zhou?"
Ling Qiaoer finally made a move, her eyes filled with hatred, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't forced me to join the literary club, I wouldn't be in this situation."
"Did the girl blame the wrong person? It was obviously Chen Guogong who wanted to kill you, but I gave you a second chance. And don't worry, everyone who saw your body is dead."
"Why did you come to save me? Are you plotting against me?"
"Don't be too unfair. I happened to see them taking you away. I knew they didn't hold their shit in well, so I quickly followed them."
Zhao An briefly explained the whole story.
