Song Qingshu slammed the table and said, "Damn it! If you want to fight, get out of here. Don't disturb my drinking mood!"
Hearing his sudden change, Cheng Yaojia couldn't help but laugh. She quietly stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the cup on the table, indicating that he was drinking tea and not wine.
Song Qingshu's breath caught in his throat. He glared at her and thought, 'I'll deal with you when I'm free.'
After being with him for so long, Cheng Yaojia gradually became less afraid of him. It was as if she could guess what he was thinking. She smiled and raised her chin, revealing her smooth and tender neck.
Song Qingshu was admiring the beauty of the woman in front of him when he heard a man from the Loyal Army cursing loudly, "Who the f * ck do you think you are?"
It turned out that Song Qingshu's slap had startled everyone. They stopped and turned their heads to look at him.
Hearing his subordinate's cursing, the middle-aged man cursed inwardly. His subordinate's cultivation was not high enough, so he didn't realize that his opponent's simple slap had shocked all the experts on the scene. He was very clear about how high his opponent's cultivation was.
He was about to apologize when his expression suddenly changed and he hastily reached out to pull his subordinate back. The people on the second floor only saw a blur before they heard a shrill scream. They looked toward the source of the sound and saw the man who had just spoken. His mouth was full of blood. A chopstick had been inserted from his chin and came out from under his nose, sewing his mouth shut.
Song Qingshu calmly picked up his teacup and coldly said, "If it weren't for the fact that I don't like killing people, you'd be dead by now."
The people on the scene were shocked. It turned out that in a split second, the opponent had attacked, injured someone, and then returned to his seat as if nothing had happened. But no one present had seen it clearly.
Just who was this person?
This was the question in everyone's mind. They didn't know whether the opponent was a friend or a foe. At this time, no one was in the mood to fight.
The middle-aged leader of the Loyalty Army sealed the acupoints of his subordinate and helped him stop the bleeding. Then, he turned to Song Qingshu and said, "This subordinate of mine had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended you. Now that he has received the punishment he deserves, let's forget about this matter and meet again."
He knew very well that with such an unfathomable person by their side, it would be impossible for them to cause trouble for the Huashan Sect. However, the Huashan Sect could not always follow this person around, so there would be opportunities to strike.
Yue Buqun and the others had been at a disadvantage just now. Now that there was a glimmer of hope, how could they dare to stay behind?
Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu said, "You can leave, but this person must stay."
Seeing that he was pointing at his son, the middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He suppressed his anger and asked, "I don't know how my son has offended you, sir. I'm here to apologize on his behalf."
Song Qingshu smiled and held Cheng Yaojia's small hand. "Your son did not offend me, but he did offend my friend."
Cheng Yaojia was extremely embarrassed to be held by him in public. She wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it so tightly that she could not move. She wished that there was a hole in the ground to crawl into.
The only good thing was that no one present knew her. If people knew that the young madam of Cloud Manor was like this with another man, she would be better off dead.
The middle-aged man looked at his son with a puzzled expression. Zhang Hongfan, with an embarrassed expression, leaned over and roughly explained the whole story.
After listening to his son, the middle-aged man wanted to slap him to death. His son was good in every way. He was smart and quick-witted, and he was also very talented in war. The only bad thing was that he was greedy and lustful, which had caused trouble several times.
The first few times he could barely clean up his son's mess, but this time he had kicked such a hard iron plate. To be honest, he was not confident.
However, this was his beloved son after all, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to say, "My son has been dissolute and offended this little … Madam, but fortunately, this madam is safe and sound. Not a single hair on her body was hurt. Therefore, I hope that you will be magnanimous and not bicker with a child. When I go back, I will certainly prepare a generous gift to apologize and also to help this young madam calm down. "
"Young madam is young madam. What young madam?" Song Qingshu snorted with dissatisfaction.
"I made a mistake, a slip of the tongue." The middle-aged man groaned inwardly. When he saw Cheng Yaojia's delicate face, he subconsciously thought that she was still a young girl. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he noticed her hair bun and changed his words at the last minute to call her young madam.
"Unfortunately, I don't care about your generous gift. Leave your son behind and you can leave." Song Qingshu lightly said. In fact, whether it was from the perspective of the Golden Snake Battalion or the Jin Kingdom, he had no reason to be merciful to the Dabie Mountain Loyal Army. The reason why he was merciful was because they were also Han people.
The middle-aged man was startled and angry. "What if I don't leave him behind?"
"If you don't stay, then don't leave." Song Qingshu coldly said.
"Your martial arts may not be invincible in the world. Do you really think we are easy to bully?" The middle-aged man was furious. He moved forward and a monstrous aura rose.
"So it is the leader of the Loyal Army, Zhang Rou." Song Qingshu had some suspicions a moment ago, but he couldn't figure out why he would leave the headquarters and come to Yangzhou, so he was somewhat uncertain.
"Are you very confident in your martial arts?" Song Qingshu didn't rush to attack. Instead, he opened his mouth and asked.
Zhang Rou replied in a deep voice, "I have fought dozens of battles and have never tasted defeat. Of course I am confident."
Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Then I'm afraid you are going to lose." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from where he stood.
Zhang Rou was shocked. After the previous lesson, he had already raised his guard to 120%. He didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, his opponent would appear in front of him. Fortunately, he had fought many battles and subconsciously protected his vital parts, which saved his life.
In fact, his martial arts weren't that bad. It was just that Song Qingshu was too fast. He was so fast that he didn't even have time to display his skills before he was defeated.
"You can actually take one of my moves?" Seeing his opponent vomit blood and retreat, Song Qingshu didn't continue to attack. Instead, he turned his head to look at the street in the distance and couldn't help but frown.
He saw a group of Qing soldiers rushing over. It turned out that Yangzhou's magistrate, Wu Zhirong, had disappeared for no reason not long ago. The entire city of Yangzhou had been under martial law. When they heard that someone was making trouble here, the patrolling soldiers immediately rushed over.
"Boss, the Qing soldiers are here."
Li Haotian also noticed the situation outside and hurriedly reminded Zhang Rou.
"Where there is life, there is hope. Wait for us to gather our men and come back to save the young master."
Li Jainan also tried to persuade him.
Zhang Rou gritted his teeth. He was also an ambitious person. He made a prompt decision and said, "Let's go!"
Song Qingshu frowned. He didn't want to attack in front of the Qing soldiers, so he let them leave.
"Father, wait for me!" Zhang Hongfan was anxious and hurriedly ran out.
Song Qingshu wasn't so polite to him. He picked up a chopstick and flicked it at Zhang Hongfan's leg. Zhang Hongfan cried out in pain and immediately fell flat on his face. He could only watch as his companion disappeared without a trace.
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Damn it, the monthly rankings can change at any moment. Not long ago, he was in the 15th position, but now he has fallen to the 18th position. He only has 200 or 300 more votes than the people behind him. The scene of him being overtaken by someone who had voted several thousand yuan at the last moment of the month before last was still vivid in his mind.
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