What a lackey!
"Go, bring the wine jugs over."
Zhao Qing leaped up and placed one leg on a chair.
Very bold!
"Yes, sir."
Ba Hu hurriedly brought over a wine jug for him.
Zhao Qing hugged the jug and started drinking.
When he was done, he smashed the jug on the ground.
The sound of shattering glass filled the air.
Everyone's morale soared as they smashed the jugs on the ground one after another.
The entire inn was bustling with noise!
Second floor.
Ji Yunshu was not in a deep sleep. When she heard the noise from below, she turned around and found that Jing Rong was no longer by her side.
The other half of the bed was empty.
She pulled the blankets aside and got out of bed. Her bare feet stepped on the cold floor as she walked out step by step. When she opened the door, the noise outside became even louder.
It was so loud that it made her eardrums dizzy.
She frowned, but before she could step out, Lang Po stopped her.
"Teacher Ji, His Highness has ordered you to stay in the room. He will take care of the matters outside."
Ji Yunshu glanced downstairs, but could only look away because her line of sight was too low.
She asked, "What happened down there?"
"His Highness will take care of it. Teacher Ji, you should rest early."
It's so noisy outside, how can I rest?!
But she did not continue asking, only nodding.
She asked worriedly, "Where's Wei Yi? How is he? "
Lang Po replied, "Don't worry, he's sleeping soundly."
"What about my second sister?"
"She's resting in the room."
"That's good."
That brat, Wei Yi, was indeed asleep. Even lightning couldn't move him.
As for Ji Wanxin, she was probably too scared to come out of her room.
She turned around and entered the room, but she could no longer sleep. Instead, she sat inside.
Outside, Jing Rong stood at the foot of the second floor with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were locked on the group of people on the ground.
After a while, he entered the room behind him. At this time, the innkeeper was brought in.
"Sir, do you have any orders?" The innkeeper asked.
Jing Rong's expression was cold. "Who are the people down there?"
"It's …"
"Speak!"
The shopkeeper was also a man with sharp eyes.
The man in front of her was dressed in brocade, and the people around him were not ordinary either.
He shuddered and said, "Sir, you guys should just rest here. Don't worry, those people will leave after they finish drinking. They won't disturb you."
At this moment, Lang Po came in and said to Jing Rong, "Young Master, Teacher Ji just woke up."
Jing Rong's expression darkened and his brows darkened. He looked at the innkeeper. "Those people have already disturbed our rest. Since you are in charge here, you should be able to resolve it."
"I … Sir, I really can't solve it. How about this, I'll return all the money to you, and you can find another place to stay."
Are you f * cking kidding me?
He had already said that this was the only inn within a hundred miles. Moreover, it was already so late, where could he go?
Jing Rong was a little angry.
Lang Po didn't have that much patience. He grabbed the shopkeeper's collar and ordered, "Our Young Master can't stand the noise. Get those people out of here immediately."
The shopkeeper's eyes were filled with fear. He looked down at the sword in Lang Po's hand, afraid that the sword would be pressed against his own neck.
His legs trembled as he stuttered, "Sir, please calm down. I really can't help it."
"Say that again?"
Lang Po shook him off forcefully.
The shopkeeper hurriedly bowed after being flung aside, almost falling to the ground. He cried, "Sir, it's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare to offend those people down there. If I don't let them in, they'll burn my inn down. This inn of mine was left by my ancestors, it can't be burned down. I beg you, please bear with it. When they finish drinking, they'll naturally leave."
He almost fell to his knees.
Jing Rong glanced at him coldly and asked, "Who are they?"
"Those people are the bandits of this area. All these years, they've killed and robbed. Even the Shanhuai County Magistrate can't do anything to them. Everyone, please treat it as if it's for this humble one's inn."
"Bandits? Are you talking about the Gaoshan Gang? "Jing Rong asked.
The shopkeeper's eyes brightened. "So Young Master knows about them?"
"Of course."
"But there are currently two groups in the Gaoshan Gang. One group is led by the First Master, and the other group is led by the Second Master," the shopkeeper explained.
Jing Rong frowned. "Then who are those down there?"
"They're led by the Second Master."
No wonder. Otherwise, if the First Master knew that Jing Rong's men had killed so many of his men, he wouldn't be sitting down there drinking. He would've rushed up here to take revenge.
Jing Rong pondered for a moment, then signaled Lang Po with his eyes.
Lang Po took the hint and left the room, heading downstairs.
Ba Hu shouted from below, "I heard that the First Master's men failed in their robbery today, and instead lost thirty to forty of their men. They're probably pissing their pants right now."
After saying that, everyone burst into laughter.
It was a blatant mockery.
Zhao Qing, on the other hand, continued to drink. Logically speaking, he should be celebrating the deaths of so many of his sworn enemies. But now, Zhao Qing looked as if it had nothing to do with him.
His face, which was covered with stubble, vaguely revealed a bit of a man's handsomeness.
"Who's there?" Someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone looked over and saw Lang Po walking over with two men, but they were stopped by a few bandits.
Lang Po's hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to pull it out at any moment.
"I want to see your Second Master."
"Who are you?"
"Get out of the way!"
"Get out of the way?" The bandits laughed and poked Lang Po's chest. "Do you know who you're talking to? Do you know … "
Ah!
Before he could finish his sentence, the hand that was poking Lang Po's chest was twisted. His entire body was twisted, and his knees buckled involuntarily.
"Let … let go!"
Seeing this, the bandits drew their swords from their waists, ready to fight.
"Brothers, let's go!"
Just as they were about to step forward, they heard a shout from a table not far away. "Stop!"
Zhao Qing shouted.
Stop!
Every one fell back and scattered to the sides.
Lang Po also let go, throwing the man onto the table. The man rolled off the table, bleeding from his chest.
Zhao Qing raised the wine jug in his hand and smashed it on the ground. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, raised his chin slightly, narrowed his eyes, and swaggered over.
He stood in front of Lang Po, looking him up and down, and smiled disdainfully.
"Who are you?"
Lang Po's face was blank. "You people are disturbing my master's rest."
"Master?"
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