Originally, all the house slaves were still laughing obscenely, but when they heard this sound, their laughter immediately stopped in shock.
"Whoever farted, get out of here."
The house slave, who was called Boss Zhao, glared in the direction of the sound with a fierce look on his face.
"Sir, your body has not recovered yet, why did you come out?"
When Murong Rou saw the extremely thin figure in front of the carriage, she immediately came to Li Tiandi with a panic look on her face.
The skinny Emperor Li Tiandi was now as pale as a sheet of paper, his steps were sloppy, and he seemed extremely weak. He put one hand on the body of the carriage, and his legs were still shaking, but his eyes were as cold and stern as stars.
Extraordinarily cold and harsh.
"Young pretty boy, was it you who told me to kneel down for this ugly girl?"
When Boss Zhao saw the frail look of Emperor Li Tian, the anger on his face immediately dissipated, and his eyes were full of ridicule.
"Apologise to Rourou, and I can spare your life."
Emperor Li Tian said with an expressionless face and an unusually cold voice.
"Hahaha, Zhao Da, did you hear that this guy with the same build as a chicken said he wanted to kill you?"
"You're so weak and you still kill people?
I don’t think you can even kill a chicken."
There was a burst of laughter all around.
Not far from many carriages, in a tent of about ten square meters, Murong Piaoxue heard the commotion outside, and subconsciously explored the outside of the tent with her spiritual mind. She immediately noticed what was going on outside and frowned.
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In the tent, in addition to Murong Piaoxue, the young lady of the Murong family, there were also two young monks in their early twenties sitting in the room.
There are two young male monks, one wearing a scholar's scarf and a white robe, holding a landscape folding fan, looking elegant.
Opposite this scholarly man, sat a sturdy young man with a muscular body and a sturdy back.
Although the two people have different temperaments, they have one thing in common, that is, the eyes they look at Murong Piaoxue are mixed with love and possessiveness.
The two young men were both Murong Piaoxue's subordinates. Among them, the bookish young man was named Zhang Wenbin, who came from a cultivation family in a city hundreds of miles away from Qingshan Town.
In terms of family power, Zhang Wenbin's family far surpasses the Murong family.
A few years ago, Zhang Wenbin came to Qingshan Town for a trip and accidentally saw Murong Piaoxue's beautiful appearance. He was immediately shocked and started to chase Murong Piaoxue crazily.
The reason why Zhang Wenbin is said to be crazy is that Zhang Wenbin, in order to pursue Murong Piaoxue, even became the young master of the family. He squatted in Qingshan Town and was willing to be a small worshiper of the Murong family. He followed Murong Piaoxue almost all day long.
The euphemistic name is to protect Murong Piaoxue, but its real purpose can be seen even by a blind man.
Another strong young man named Wan Tianhu is a native of Qingshan Town, and his father is a general stationed in Qingshan Town.
Qingshan Town is an important border town between the Yan Kingdom and the Turkic Kingdom. Wan Tianhu's father is a general in charge of heavy troops. His status in Qingshan Town is higher than that of the patriarchs of the two major families.
"Piaoxue, I see you frowning, is there something on your mind?
If you have something on your mind, please let me know and I will help you solve your problems."
Zhang Wenbin, who was shaking his folding fan, said in a graceful manner.
"Hmph! Zhang Wenbin, just pull him down. With your three-legged cat skills, what problems can you help Piaoxue solve?
Don’t you want to help Piaoxue solve the problem?
We will pass by Yixiantian soon. The bandits in Yixiantian are rampant and have extorted Piaoxue’s horse team many times. If you are able, go and help Piaoxue kill those thieves.”
Wan Tianhu said with a mocking look.
"Hmph! Wan Tianhu, do you still have the nerve to talk about those bandits?
Your father is the border general of our Great Yan Kingdom, a group of lawless bandits, and even your family can’t deal with it, so you still have the nerve to criticize me?”
Zhang Wenbin reprimanded unceremoniously.
"Zhang Wenbin, are you too naughty to be beaten? Do you believe it or not that this young master beat you so much that even your mother can't recognize you?"
As soon as Wan Tianhu looked at his appearance, he knew he was a rough man. When he saw that he couldn't compete with Zhang Wenbin, he immediately widened his eyes and looked like he was ready to fight.
"Hmph! Wan Tianhu, don't think that I, Zhang Wenbin, are afraid of you. If it weren't for Piao Xue's sake, I would have beaten you all over the floor."
In just a few words, the two of them looked like they were fighting. Murong Piaoxue, who was sitting in the first place, suddenly turned cold.
"If you want to fight or quarrel, get out and fight and quarrel."
Not to mention, Murong Piaoxue was quite powerful. When Murong Piaoxue got angry, these two young talents stopped talking and stared at each other angrily.
"Hmph! If you two don't go out, then I, the young lady, will go out."
Murong Piaoxue, who had a cold face, had long been impatient with her two suitors.
However, both of them had strong status and were obedient to his own words. Murong Piaoxue had nothing to do with these two followers.
After snorting coldly, Murong Piaoxue stood up and walked out of the tent.
Murong Piaoxue came out not only because she was angry with Zhang Wenbin and Wan Tianhu, but also because Murong Piaoxue found out that her slave had a conflict with Li Erdan.
It was discovered last night that Li Erdan was a practitioner whose strength was not weaker than his own, and Murong Piaoxue felt a little desire to win over him.
What made Murong Piaoxue speechless was that when he walked out of the tent, Zhang Wenbin and Wan Tianhu followed him out.
Before Murong Piaoxue could say anything, Zhang Wenbin suddenly let out a light sigh.
"Hey! Who is that sick guy?
Why haven’t I seen this before?”
Zhang Wenbin said.
This time Zhang Wenbin followed Murong Piaoxue out. He had been walking for over a month and was very familiar with everyone in the team.
"It can't be the spies sent by the gang of bandits from Xianxue. Piaoxue, why don't I, Master, go over and slap this spy to death?"
Wan Tianhu said eagerly.
"Tch! Wan Tianhu, thanks for your words.
Look at this man, he's so sick that he can't even stand. Any domestic slave could kill him with one slap. You, a strong man with a sixth-grade Foundation Establishment, bully such a weak scum, do you think it's glorious?"
Zhang Wenbin laughed.
"Zhang Wenbin, are you asking for a beating?
What's wrong with the weak scumbag? I have this strength. You can bully him however you want. Can you handle it?"
Wan Tianhu angrily shouted again.
These two people were simply incompatible, and Murong Piaoxue was already annoyed to death with these two followers.
"Hmph! Haven't you two heard of that sentence?
A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea water cannot be measured by a bucket.
How do you two know, he must be a weakling?"
Murong Piaoxue said casually.
But the next moment, Murong Piaoxue regretted it. Based on his understanding of these two guys, if he praised someone else in front of them, that person would definitely be in trouble.