The Lord's words worked, and the guards immediately went to chase the person back. Yes, that's right, chase him back.
The man who was originally waiting for the official to make the decision saw that the situation was not good and ran away early, but how could he be as fast as the guards with high martial arts skills?
Looking at the guards blowing past like the wind, Jun Ci let out a light tut.
She sat back down to her original position and kicked her severed arm to the side. She found a drop of blood on the chopsticks. As soon as she let go, she grabbed the chopsticks that Ying Wuchen had just used.
Ying Wuchen's eyes were quick and he quickly pressed it with his hands. Jun Ci used a clever move and Ying Wuchen's hand was blown away. The chopsticks fell into Jun Ci's hands. She wiped them on her arms and picked up the bowl.
As for the severed limbs and blood stains, she had eaten dry food stained with blood among the corpses.
She didn't care if the chopsticks were used. During the march, it was common for everyone to take turns drinking from a water bag.
She picked up the bowl and started to devour it, which was in sharp contrast to Ying Wuchen.
Ying Wuchen's food intake was less than one-tenth as much as hers, but it took more than twice as long as hers.
As soon as she picked up the chopsticks, everything on the table was swept away by her in the blink of an eye.
Ying Wuchen stared closely at the chopsticks she put down with a snap after finishing her meal, with no discernible emotion or anger in her eyes.
After Jun Ci finished eating and took a nap, he saw Ying Wuchen's cold face and his eyes fell on the pair of chopsticks: "You use it first and I use it second. I don't mind it. You are a handsome man."
, why bother with it so much?"
Qingji's eyes looked up at her as soon as he raised them. Ying Wuchen pursed his lips and didn't say much. However, when he stood up, his clothes made a slight noise, indicating his irritation.
A noble and elegant young man from an aristocratic family, he walks and sleeps silently, and every move he makes should be like flowing clouds and flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye and entertaining to the heart.
For some reason, Jun Ci felt inexplicably happy because he made the noble young master Chenggong so angry.
At this time, Ying Wuchen's bodyguard had already chased him back. Jun Ci was jealous and grabbed Ying Wuchen's hand through his wide sleeves: "Don't be upset, I'll take you to the palace right now."
The Prime Minister’s Office seeks justice.”
Ying Wuchen tried hard to break free, but Jun Ci's arm was welded to his wrist like iron, so he had to drag him away. What was even more disgusting was that Jun Ci's pace was so fast that he had to increase his pace to keep up.
The two of them had only walked halfway when they met Zhou Chenglue coming with a few guards, and they stopped on the street.
"I heard that someone in the Prime Minister's Mansion offended Miss Jun, so I came to see who was so short-sighted." Zhou Chenglue glanced at Jun Ci and grabbed Ying Wuchen's hand, and then his eyes fell on Ying Wuchen's face.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhou Chenglue was also a suave, handsome and stalwart young man. There were many beauties in the capital, but Ying Wuchen's elegance undoubtedly shocked him. He had long heard that the previous dynasty Wei's Yulang said: "A person's mirror is like a mirror of water, and what he sees is luminous."
If you are covered with clouds and mist, you can see the blue sky.
In the past, I just thought that I was exaggerating what others said. How can any man in this world be so charming?
Today was an eye-opener. The Ying Wuchen in front of him was not only elegant and unique, he even had a dignity that he did not dare to offend?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhou Cheng slightly sneered, even though he could not feel awe towards His Majesty.
"Fourth Young Master, Fourth Young Master, save me!" The man being carried by Ying Wuchen's guards begged.
Only then did Zhou Chenglue look away, and when he saw the crying man, he was a little surprised: "Who are you?"
"Fourth Young Master, I am Aunt Du's younger brother..."
"Oh." Zhou Cheng nodded slightly, without giving him a chance to continue. His eyes were cold, and he winked at his bodyguard. When he saw the bodyguard coming forward, he turned to Jun Ci and said, "The evil slave in the family has disturbed you.
Girl, I will give you an explanation."
Jun Ci looked at Ying Wuchen. Ying Wuchen lowered his eyes and watched her tug on his sleeve. When Jun Ci let go with a smile, he nodded slightly to his guard.
The man was handed over to Zhou Chenglue's guard, but before he could pounce on him, Zhou Chenglue's guard received Zhou Chenglue's hint, raised his sword, and a stream of blood spattered out.
Jun Ci and Ying Wuchen's bodyguards immediately reached out to pull Ying Wuchen away. In the end, Jun Ci took a step faster, and blood spattered on the place where they retreated.
Zhou Chengluo put on a smile: "The evil slave is ignorant, just kill him, it's not worth your time and effort."
"Zi Yi." Ying Wuchen spat out two words coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his bodyguard dodged. Zhou Chenglue quickly turned around and dodged. Zhou Chenglue's bodyguard only had time to raise the sword in his hand. Before the sword move was used, his forehead followed his nose to his chin.
There was a trace of blood.
The blood stains became bigger and bigger, and finally the person collapsed.
"You!" Zhou Chenglue saw the tragic death of the guard, and then Ziyi put his sword back into its scabbard. He suddenly turned around and glared at Wuchen.
Ying Wuchen's expression was as cold as ice, his quiet eyes without any ripples, and he calmly looked back at Zhou Chenglue: "Let me deal with it..."
After a pause, he moved gracefully and passed Zhou Cheng slightly without stopping, leaving only three cold words: "You don't deserve it."
Jun Ci raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Wuchen, who was walking calmly and calmly, as if every step was a measured distance.
He has wide sleeves and is elegant. He is not wearing a jade hairpin today. He has a slender jade-inlaid hairband to tie his hair. His black hair is blown by the wind and the hairband is fluttering. The whole person seems to be walking on clouds.
Glancing at Zhou Chenglue, whose face was livid, he thought of the day on the grassland when his arrogant assassination of His Majesty was exposed. After being subdued by her, he still dared to say that they did not dare to kill him after being subdued by her.
After walking sideways in the capital for too long, Mr. Zhou probably no longer knows what it feels like to be ignored.
Jun Ci was in a good mood, seeing how Ying Wuchen looked at him and feeling glorious. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he saw Zhou Chenglue staring at Ying Wuchen's retreating figure with gloomy eyes. Jun Ci stopped and said, "Fourth Young Master, I forgot to introduce you. Just now
That is the Ninth Young Master, the direct descendant of Mr. Ying’s family.”
After saying that, Jun Ci smiled widely, put his hands behind his back, and left humming a ditty from beyond the Great Wall.
She walked quickly and soon caught up with Ying Wuchen. She turned into the alley and faced the gate of the General's Mansion. When there was no one around, Ying Wuchen stopped. He no longer had the aloofness and indifference towards Zhou Chenglue.
But the way he looked at her wasn't friendly either.
"Jun's sister..." A clean and clear voice called her gently.
Jun Ci's slender eyebrows were raised high: "Brother of the Ying family, what advice do you have?"
Under the sun, Ying Wuchen smiled at Jun Ci. The smile was like ice and snow melting, like spring returning to the earth. It was so beautiful that it was breathtaking. He faced the light with a gentle smile and walked towards her step by step.
Unfortunately, the beauty trap didn't work for her. Seeing that he was about to get close to her, Jun Ci stretched out his hand and pushed him away.
Who would have thought that with just a slight push from her, Ying Wuchen fell down. At that moment, the door of the house opened, and she, Aye, was standing at the door, staring into her eyes as a storm was brewing.
No, Aye, is it too late for me to quibble now?
The male protagonist is a crazy person with many faces, and he can switch between them easily hahahahaha!