He noticed the expressions of everyone around him, but he only smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth and did not respond to the ogling women.
He seems to be a good talker.
Some women were eager to strike up a conversation without restraint, but stopped when they saw that the four guards next to him had fierce looks on their faces, not to be trifled with.
Not far ahead, a very beautiful woman in yellow clothes stood in front of a painting stall on the street. She had bright eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a slim figure, and a jade hairpin stuck in the bun on her head. There was a vague air of bookishness between her eyebrows.
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A young man in white was humming a tuneless tune and fanning the ground with a fan in his hand, pretending to be polite. He took long strides and stopped next to the woman in yellow. He exclaimed in a glib tone, "Wow! Where does this beauty come from? That little face."
White and tender, delicate eyebrows, look at those little hands..."
The woman in the yellow shirt turned sideways and saw an ugly man in white. To say he was ugly would be an understatement. The man had yellow teeth, a wide forehead and a flat nose, and a pair of squinty eyes. When he spoke, he had bad breath. It was really disgusting.
.It happens that such an ugly man wears white clothes that he thinks are chic. The white clothes on him show off the fat around his waist and abdomen, which is really a waste.
When the ugly man in white saw the beauty staring at him, his eyes gleamed lustfully, "Oh, my lady is looking at you like this, does she have a crush on you? Your uncle, I am Liu Jiubao, the distant nephew of the then Prime Minister Sun. I am very wealthy and powerful.
If you follow me, you will be sure to be a popular and spicy drinker for the rest of your life."
"Young master, you are joking." The woman in yellow shirt frowned, "Please respect yourself." Being able to get involved with Prime Minister Sun does have some power.
"I really don't know how to write the word "self-respect". Look at your delicate hands..." Liu Jiubao raised his hand and touched her, "I must be able to write well. How about you teach me how to write self-respect?"
The woman in the yellow shirt took a step back, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anger, "Mr. Liu, if you do this again, will I be rude?"
"Hey, little lady, are you still angry?" Liu Jiubao burst out laughing, "When you get under me later, I'm sure you'll be so happy that your arrogance will disappear. Hehehe..."
"You..." The woman in yellow shirt was a lady, and she was so angry that she couldn't say a word.
"Hahahaha..." More than ten servants behind Liu Jiubao also laughed along with their master.
Liu Jiubao's smile faded, "Looking at the bookish look on the young lady's face, she must be a good writer. Sir, I happen to be very talented in literature, so I will read you a poem of my own creation..." He leaned closer to the beauty, as if he was inhaling the fragrance of her body,
"Smell the fragrance and you will know that the beautiful lady has arrived.
Only when your kidneys are gone will you know that your dream of love is broken. What a poem, isn’t it?”
There were already a lot of people watching the excitement around, and many of them were sweating coldly for the beautiful woman in yellow. Some people knew Liu Jiubao, who was a local ruffian who relied on his relationship with Prime Minister Sun to do violent things.
Stealing the seductress of a civilian girl.
Jun Youqi, who was passing by, heard this, and a bloodthirsty ferocity flashed in his eyes. He waved the jade-fractured fan in his hand, and a hidden weapon flew out from the fan, instantly piercing Liu Jiubao's throat.
Liu Jiubao's wretched eyes widened, he was so horrified that he couldn't scream a word, and fell directly on his back to the ground, dead.
"Ah! Murder!" Someone began to shout in panic, and the crowd of onlookers began to flee in all directions.
Someone among Liu Jiubao's servants immediately shouted, "Who, who dares to kill my young master?"
