Feng Ziqing was a little confused, weren't you on errands for the royal family? Why are you so arrogant?
He shook his head, a little helpless.
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed. I just made my move and you shook your head? Why, you look down on me so much? Then why were you so cowardly at the gate of the city that day?
Bang!
Feng Ziqing moved his palm forward to block the opponent's fist, then twisted his waist to hold it with his palm. At the same time, he quickly grabbed forward with his other hand, pulled the opponent's clothes, and threw it forward.
The middle-aged man spun several times in mid-air, took a sharp breath, and dropped his waist before he stabilized his body and landed safely.
With just this one move, the decision can be made.
Feng Ziqing looked at the middle-aged man. His doubts were not diminished and he was not stressed. Could it be that he was overthinking? Try again.
The middle-aged man cupped his fists and said, "I admire this young master for his strong martial arts skills. I offended you a lot at the city gate that day. Please forgive me."
After saying that, he walked aside and then stood still.
Feng Ziqing was stunned. Is this the end? Didn't he take a fancy to my sword and not intend to grab it?
bang bang bang
Young Master Xiumei applauded again and said warmly: "Young Master Feng is really powerful. My old servant has been with me for many years and his strength is not low. There are not many people who can compete with him in one move. Young Master Feng is so young.
With such a state of mind, he can be called a genius."
If force is not enough, why are you here to support me?
Feng Ziqing was too lazy to say anything, so he walked straight to a table and chairs and shouted loudly: "Are you still doing business? Waiter, please serve me some good wine and good food!"
Young Master Xiumei didn't seem to care at all about Feng Ziqing's indifference. He waved his hand, slowly walked down from the second floor, and said with a smile: "Go, prepare a table of good wine and food for Young Master Feng. Don't do it."
Neglect."
Then someone answered.
The handsome young master walked to Feng Ziqing's table, casually sat across from him, took out a folding fan out of thin air, opened it with a snap, shook it, nodded and said, "My name is Ming Shanqiao, and your majesty is now my uncle.
Foreigner, do you remember?"
Feng Ziqing sat sideways on the stool, leaned back slightly, put one hand on the table, and glanced up and down, "Well, I have heard of the emperor's nephew. He has many comments, so I won't list them all. But there are
One, the evaluation is closest to yours."
The beautiful young master became interested and asked, "Who dares to comment on me? What did he say? Where did he hear it?"
Feng Ziqing waved his hand, "I don't know who said it. Anyway, I heard it from the roadside. Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Of course, but it doesn't matter."
Feng Ziqing looked at the person in front of him up and down again, then he had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "Flower Rooster."
The beautiful young master paused slightly as he shook the folding fan. He was a little unsure and asked, "What did you just say?"
Feng Ziqing poured herself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, "You are so young, why are you still a little deaf? I'm talking about Hua Rooster."
The handsome young master stood up with a groan, his face turned red instantly, and his hands seemed to be shaking slightly. He was probably very angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "You, dare to say it again!?"
Feng Zi shook his head lightly, stood up slowly, and said with a smile: "Flower Rooster."
"Okay, okay, you have the guts!" The handsome young master laughed angrily, and then shouted to the middle-aged man Chen Shi: "What are you doing standing still? Go and call the Jin Ziwei!"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he was a little hesitant. If he really called Jin Ziwei, the matter would be more serious. He was about to open his mouth to persuade, but when he looked up and saw Ming Shanqiao's eyes, he swallowed it down.
It seems that the young master is really a little angry this time. This is the first time I have seen this kid so unafraid of death. He probably made up that three-character name as well.
Originally, the young master planned to settle the matter in the restaurant, whether it was selling, buying by force, or half buying and half robbing. As long as the matter didn't get too big, the next time the young master came to Jingluo, he wouldn't have to worry about being scolded by the empress dowager again.
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Unexpectedly, this boy, who has always had a tough attitude, would dare to insult the young master in such a way. He really is an old man eating arsenic.
Before he went out, he looked back at the young man who spoke arrogantly but was still leisurely and contented. Not to mention, he really admired his demeanor.
Well, that evaluation seems to be somewhat accurate. Bah, bah, bah, whoever you want to call is important.
He took the order, went out and sent a signal to the sky, and started running wildly.
Feng Ziqing didn't have any psychological pressure on the rooster in front of him who could only be called a rooster if he couldn't beat him. After all, he was a relative of the emperor and the emperor's nephew. If he had to show off in front of others, he probably had some scruples.
If this was the case, he would be less worried. With the apparent strength of these people, there was nothing they could do to him. Under the emperor's feet, they would not dare to make a big deal out of it.
Jin Ziwei? They were probably the group of guards at the gate of the city that day. There were quite a few of them, but this was not a march and fighting, so having a large number of people would not be that effective.
"You are very laid-back. You are not afraid at all." Soon after the middle-aged man left, the handsome young man suddenly changed his face, without the angry look just now. He sat alone opposite Feng Ziqing.
, poured a cup of tea, and drank slowly.
Feng Ziqing raised his eyes and looked to the opposite side. It turned out that the source of the face change was here. He snorted and said, "If you can't beat me, call someone else. You should be the ones who are afraid."
The beautiful young master laughed and shook his folding fan lightly, "Young master Feng speaks so straightforwardly, haven't you ever fallen down before?"
"Wei Zeng, not only can I speak straightforwardly, but I can also draw my sword straightforwardly. Do you want to try it?"
Young Master Xiumei waved his hand and said: "No, no, I already knew how powerful Young Master Feng is. To be honest, I invited Young Master Feng to come here this time because I wanted to ask Young Master Feng to give up his love and resell the sword behind his back to me at any price.
Open your mouth, I wonder what Young Master Feng wants?"
Feng Ziqing sneered, pointed at the person he kicked just now, and said, "You call this a please?"
Young Master Xiumei smiled slightly and said: "Young Master Feng knows that I am a descendant of the royal family, so he can probably guess the reason why I did this. It is true that Chen Shi is my confidant, but he is not just my confidant. When I go out, I always
You just want to show off, right? Master Feng, please understand Ming's difficulties."
"I know you very well. Why should I be considerate of you?"
"you"
The beautiful young master choked for words for a moment, then he folded his fan and clapped it in his palms. He seemed to suddenly realize: "Young master Feng is right. It's Ming's fault. Ming is here to apologize to you." Then he snapped his fingers and said:
"Come out to meet the guests."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall lady holding a pipa and wearing a white veil slowly walked out from where the handsome young master had just appeared and walked down the stairs.
She walked up to the two of them, gave a salute, and said in a soft voice, but with a hint of charm: "I have met the young prince, Mr. Feng."
Feng Ziqing's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and he looked at the tall lady whose attire was as looming as the veil. His eyes lit up slightly. This was the first time he met someone who could use enchantment, so he had to study it.
So, he looked at the other person wantonly, as if he wanted to see through.