Zhao 'er's slender waist was held by someone.
This was the only way to avoid the risk of being hit!
But she was also frightened.
Her face paled.
When she regained her composure, she found that someone had caught her. A pair of strong hands were wrapped around her waist.
She immediately turned around.
She saw Jing Rong's heroic and imposing face in front of her.
It was as if she could still feel the coldness from his breath.
The cold wind slapped on her delicate face.
This was not the first time she was in such close contact with him.
The first time they met, he saved her. This time, he saved her again.
It was as if everything was destined!
The butterflies in her heart were about to fly out of her throat.
"Brother Jing …" She was frightened, but now she was bashful.
Jing Rong completely ignored her adoring eyes. He pulled her up and immediately let go of her.
He maintained a certain distance.
Zhao 'er said, "Thank you."
Jing Rong did not say anything. Instead, he quickly walked between Li Cheng and Miss Lian.
Just as Miss Lian was about to stab him with the golden hairpin in her hand, he promptly grabbed her hand.
The quarrel finally stopped.
"Miss, this is a teahouse, not a stage. If you want to make a scene, wait until we leave this place. Don't disturb the people here." His tone was cold.
It was even colder than the weather outside.
Miss Lian's hand was in the air, but Jing Rong held it tightly.
She could clearly feel the strength of his grip on her wrist increasing.
It was as if his grip was about to crush her bones!
"You …" She looked into Jing Rong's cold eyes and couldn't help but tremble.
The only word that popped up in her mind was' cold '!
It was very cold.
She was angry and afraid at the same time. She choked out, "You … let go!"
Jing Rong naturally wouldn't bicker with a woman. He loosened his grip and shook off Miss Lian's red hand.
Then, he took the golden hairpin from her hand and stabbed it into the table beside him.
"Bang!"
A large part of the hairpin was inserted into the table.
It was obvious how strong the force was.
Miss Lian trembled.
This man was a martial artist.
He couldn't be provoked!
However, she had always been a person who cared about her reputation. Now that she was humiliated in front of her good sisters, even though she was afraid of Jing Rong's prestige, she couldn't contain her anger.
She said, "Why are you meddling in other people's business?"
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows slightly. "I don't have time to care about your business. I'm just waiting here to drink tea. I don't want to be disturbed. Miss, you should have had enough."
Although his words were cold, it was a kind advice.
"Not enough!" Miss Lian glared at Li Cheng, who had already dodged to the side. She pointed at him angrily and said, "I'm teaching this heartless man a lesson. Even if I skin him alive and pull out his tendons, it won't be enough!"
Women!
Li Cheng smiled bitterly. He was already sweating profusely!
In order not to fight with a woman, he could only dodge when Miss Lian kept stabbing him with her hairpin. As a result, he was sweating profusely even in this cold winter.
Then, he looked at the fan in his hand that had countless holes in it. He felt lucky, but his heart ached at the same time.
He said, "Woman, you are really scary. If it wasn't for this fan blocking for me, I'm afraid that the holes on it would have pierced my body one by one."
"I want to poke holes all over your body."
"A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists. If you continue to cause trouble, I will really do it."
"Haha, you are a heartless man. How can you be called a gentleman? If you have the ability, then show me. "
"You …"
Miss Lian casually pulled out another hairpin from her hair bun and prepared to stab Li Cheng.
Jing Rong, who was caught in the middle, couldn't help but feel helpless.
He once again grabbed Miss Lian's hand and forcefully flung her away. He scolded, "Enough!"
He was furious!
He didn't want to meddle in this affair, especially since it was a romantic affair.
However, if he continued to cause trouble like this, there would be no end to it. It would disturb his mood of drinking.
Miss Lian was flung away and staggered a few steps back.
She barely managed to steady herself.
However, she was still unwilling.
"None of you men are good." She was fuming.
Jing Rong faintly glanced at her and turned to Li Cheng. "Crown Prince Cheng, we will leave first. You can solve this matter yourself."
"I haven't finished drinking this tea!"
"If you drink any more, you will really be in trouble."
"This …"
Jing Rong said to Ji Yunshu, "Let's go."
Ji Yunshu nodded lightly.
She didn't want to get involved!
Seeing him leave, Miss Lian swallowed her anger. She raised the hairpin in her hand and stabbed it at Li Cheng again.
Li Cheng took the opportunity to dodge.
He dodged it perfectly.
He became impatient. "You really don't know when to stop."
"If I don't vent my anger, I won't be able to quell my anger."
She stabbed it again.
Li Cheng unintentionally dodged to Jing Rong's side and the hairpin flew over.
Jing Rong, who was about to leave, didn't react in time. He instinctively blocked it with his hand.
Unexpectedly …
The sharp tip of the hairpin drew a perfect arc in the air, then cut a wound on Jing Rong's palm.
Extremely deep!
Blood splashed out.
"Ugh!" Jing Rong frowned in pain.
"Jing Rong?" Ji Yunshu was stunned. She was about to check his injury.
Unexpectedly, Zhao 'er was one step ahead of her.
Zhao 'er immediately lifted Jing Rong's injured hand and took out her handkerchief to bandage it. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"… Brother Jing, are you alright?"
Her voice trembled.
She was extremely worried.
Ji Yunshu stood there in a daze.
She wasn't the kind of woman who liked to forcefully fight over things. Moreover, she was currently dressed as a man.
Lang Po also rushed over. He didn't care about his Prince's injury. Instead, he drew his sword and aimed it at Miss Lian.
When the sword was pressed against her neck, Miss Lian was terrified.
The hairpin in her hand fell to the ground.
Her eyes widened in fear.
Lang Po's face was full of murderous intent. "I never hit a woman, but today, I will make an exception."
"Ugh!"
Miss Lian was frightened.
Seeing this, Li Cheng immediately pulled Lang Po back and persuaded, "Brother, have mercy."
"This kind of woman should be treated."
"But she is still a woman."
"…"
Jing Rong promptly shouted, "Stand down!"
"Young master …"
"Stand down."
Lang Po could only suppress his anger. He sheathed his sword and silently retreated to the side.
At the same time, Jing Rong withdrew his hand from Zhao 'er's grasp and turned to look at Ji Yunshu.
He said, "Help me bandage it."
He extended his injured hand to her.
Ji Yunshu immediately took out her handkerchief and held his hand. Then, she pulled him to the side to sit down.
Zhao 'er stood there in a daze.
He looked at his empty hand.
He was somewhat disappointed.
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