He was older than Mr. Cong, with a weathered look on his face, and worldliness in his sharp eyes. Compared with Mr. Cong, Xian Zijian thought quietly, he was a little more sophisticated and worldly. No wonder Ruoshui liked Mr. Cong, and compared with the others
Compared with others, Mr. Cong is more cowardly, but he does not have the chilling wealth and sophistication.
"Liu Li really doesn't understand why Miss Ruoshui likes Mr. Cong." Liu Li said hesitantly outside the carriage, "Not to mention that his personality is a bit weak, but his family is also very sophisticated.
After staying around for a long time, I still have some discernment when looking at people. This person is too utilitarian, and he is a master who values status and money more than life."
Xian Ziqian said softly: "Maybe what Sister Ruoshui likes is Mr. Xuan's simplicity."
Outside, Cong Zhiwei saw Xiaoyaoju's carriage stop smoothly, and a beautiful woman jumped out of the carriage. She was not very old, but her demeanor was dignified and generous, especially the reserved and intelligent look in her eyes, which made him
He lowered his head subconsciously, as if the other person's eyes had seen into his heart.
"Are you Mr. Cong's eldest brother?" Liuli asked in a very calm tone, but her body was slightly tense.
"Yes, I'm Cong Zhiwei." Cong Zhiwei said politely. The woman in front of him didn't dress like a young lady, but she didn't have the humility of being a slave. She was neither humble nor arrogant. I didn't expect that a slave in Xiaoyaoju could be so calm and unhurried. No wonder
Prince Xuan's Mansion has supreme power in Wumeng Kingdom.
Liuli smiled slightly, her voice polite but full of ridicule, "It turns out that Mr. Cong's eldest brother is such a capable person. He actually used a bow and arrow to spread the word in front of Xiaoyaoju. You think, if this spreads to the markets of Wumeng country,
Do you think the people of Daxing Dynasty are smart and capable, or do you think Prince Xuan’s Palace is weak and can be bullied?"
Cong Zhiwei calmed his breath, and the other party's tone made him immediately understand that this woman came not to listen to him, but to argue with him about what he had just said with arrows. He had no choice. He thought about it for a long time when he came, and
Let the entourage come out early in the morning to inquire and find out that Prince Xuan’s Palace has greater power and cruelty than the Imperial Palace in Wumeng Kingdom. If people in the Imperial Palace want to find a reason to kill someone, Prince Xuan’s Palace never gives a reason for killing people. Kill them.
Just kill.
He had absolutely no way to approach the gate of Xiaoyaoju. He was very frustrated. He couldn't even get close to a small Xiaoyaoju. Why talk about confronting Prince Xuan's Mansion? The matter of his brother and the little witch Ruoshui could only be learned from Xuan Yi's real wife.
Xian Ziqian's attack here would cause the two of them to argue, which might be easier to solve.
"I have no choice but to do so." Cong Zhiwei said as low-key and politely as possible, "I do have something to discuss with the master here. I heard that Mr. Xuan's wife lives here, but I don't know the rules here very well, so I can't get close to him.
Under such circumstances, I have no choice but to make this decision. Please ask this girl to explain it to me in front of your young lady."
Liuli smiled faintly, looked at the three people in front of him, and said gently: "Well, let's sort out what happened before. I can know who has such good strength to shoot the arrow directly in front of Xiaoyaoju's door.
Really? I really admire someone who has such an ability, this is the first time in Xiaoyaoju."
Cong Zhiwei glanced at his followers and thought that he was just being scolded. He pointed at one of the followers and said, "He is one of my followers. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has made some achievements in archery."
Liuli nodded, "Well, yes, this is the first time that Xiaoyaoju has been bullied like this. Although you are from the Daxing Dynasty, you can be regarded as guests of Prince Xuan's Mansion, but this guest is a bit bullying. Mr. Cong feels that this
How should the matter be handled appropriately?”
Cong Zhiwei was startled and thought, what? A few words of scolding are not enough? You can't let him kill his follower, right? He was the one who ordered this follower to do it, and these are his cronies!
"I know he is also in a dilemma. You are his master. If you ask him to do it, he will die if he doesn't do it. But since he has done it, we can't pretend we didn't see it, right?" Liuli used her words to discuss.
With his tone and a slight smile on his face, Cong Zhiwei and the two followers felt panicked for no reason. They made it clear that they didn't intend to let it go.
"I wonder what else this girl wants to do?" Cong Zhiwei asked hesitantly.
"I want him to cut off the tendons of his archery hand." Liuli said calmly, "Because you are Mr. Cong's eldest brother, our young lady will not care about you, but we slaves
, how can you allow the master you protect to be bullied? Isn't this a slap in the face? Our master's kindness is our master's kindness, and our cruelty is our duty. Mr. Cong, don't you think so?
"
Cong Zhiwei's face darkened, "Isn't this girl's request a little too much?"
"That's your opinion." Liuli's voice also deepened, "Let me count to three. Did he cut off his own tendons or did I pierce his shoulder with a sword and cripple his entire arm? In the former, he can still do some light physical exercises.
If nothing happens, the latter’s entire arm will no longer be his!”
The voice was unquestionable and there was no room for negotiation. Moreover, Liuli really started to count from one, and the air suddenly solidified. Before Cong Zhiwei's mind could turn around, he heard Liuli's gentle words following the number three.
At the same time as he vomited out, the attendant beside him helped him on his shoulders. His face showed pain but his mouth was slightly open and he could not utter a word.
Cong Zhiwei didn't see clearly how the sword in Liuli's hand was released and how it pierced the follower's shoulder. He only saw the slight smile on Liuli's face, but what he was thinking about at this moment was,
It was clearly pierced through the shoulder, but why didn't his entourage make a sound? Wasn't it painful?
Just as another attendant reached for his knife, the driver sitting in the carriage whipped his whip. The attendant felt heat and pain on his face. He subconsciously gave up on getting the knife and covered his face with his hand, feeling a little warm.
The hot liquid covered his hand. When he took it off, he saw that it was full of blood. The whip fell on his face without warning, leaving a deep mark. But his throat was blocked and he couldn't breathe a word.
out.
"This is called hitting someone without slapping them in the face, isn't it?" Liuli said gently with a smile, "Don't be too careless as a person. There are some things you should do and some things you shouldn't do. You have to think carefully before taking action."
"You are really bullying people too much!" Cong Zhiwei was a little annoyed. He had never suffered such a disadvantage before. After all, he was also a well-known general at the border of the Daxing Dynasty. He was a master who killed people without blinking an eye, but he was beaten by such two carefree people.