Seeing that Pian gritted his teeth, he said hatefully: "This Yang Yi is really hateful!" In anger, she involuntarily slapped her hand on the table, but the applause was much louder than expected, and even she was stunned.

Looking at Situ Ningbing again, her eyes were staring at the scholar who had just asked, it turned out that it was not only Jianpian who slapped the table just now, he also happened to slap it on the table, and the force was obviously greater than Jianpian, he was sitting, but now he stood up, he actually stood up just now, his pale face was already flushed with anger, and a pair of eyes stared at the young man in Chinese clothes who spoke, and hissed: "Look at you, you are also a person who has read books, how can you say such rude words?" Miss Situ is pitiful enough when she is unfortunate in life, what kind of enmity do you have against her, why do you humiliate her like this?! Don't you feel ashamed of a dignified seven-foot man bullying a weak woman like this?!" He was full of righteousness, and even the young man in fancy clothes was shocked by his momentum, and he was stunned for a while.

A ray of light flashed in Situ Ningbing's eyes, as if a treasure hunter had found a treasure.

The young man in Chinese clothes finally recovered from the shock, thinking that he had been reprimanded in public by a scholar in cloth, and immediately said angrily: "What are you that dare to teach me a lesson?!" As soon as he waved his hand, the house slaves around him immediately surrounded him, "Give me a good lesson to this dog who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

Seeing that a few evil slaves had rolled up their sleeves and stared at the weak scholar, they were about to rush towards the weak scholar, although the other tea guests who were watching were unhappy, but the people were violent, and at first glance, it was not easy to mess with the lord, or Mingzhe was good at protecting himself, and some of the more timid ones had already slipped away quietly.

The scholar was thin and looked powerless, but he was fearless in the face of the wolf-like house slave, and when he saw pity, he couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him, and whispered: "Miss, should we help him?"

"Don't worry, we'll see. Situ Ningbing's tone was indifferent, and he didn't look like he wanted to interfere at all. Seeing that although she was anxious, the young lady did not speak, and she did not dare to act rashly even if she was anxious.

It is useless to be a scholar, this is really true, in the blink of an eye, he was beaten down, several evil slaves surrounded him and punched and kicked, and no one in the audience dared to stop him.

Although the scholar was beaten violently, he didn't say goodbye, he didn't even moan, Situ Ning looked at it coldly, and there was still a smile on his face that had not changed for a thousand years, if he hadn't been distracted by the scholar at this moment, he might have found that there was appreciation in this smile.

"Stop. Just when everyone thought that this scholar would be beaten to death, a soft voice came from upstairs, but this voice was too soft, and there was no deterrent power in such a situation, although everyone heard it, they all wondered if they had heard it wrong, and then looked at the owner of the voice, who couldn't help but fall down as soon as the wind blew, where it seemed that there was a half-way to see the unevenness and draw a knife to help!

Everyone was disappointed and couldn't help but secretly worry about her, but seeing that the gorgeous dress was rare, he just glanced at Situ Ningbing, and a look of sarcasm and contempt appeared on his face, and he was about to laugh, who knew that his laughter had to be swallowed back before he could say it, because at this time he already had a long sword around his neck.

It was the height of summer, but the people in the teahouse only felt a chill on their backs, and the murderous aura emanating from the sword had made them tremble involuntarily, and the young man in the fancy dress was even more frightened, and his feet trembled more than a sieve, where was the arrogance just now. "You... I want to do it... What?" He was so shocked that he couldn't even finish his words, and said intermittently, "You... Do you know... I... Who is it...?" he was afraid, but he wanted to use his identity to bluff the other party.

There was silence in the teahouse, and the owner of the sword stood there motionless like a lifeless rock. A cold sweat broke out on Cui Teng's forehead, he should have asked his identity, but he didn't seem to hear it, but he didn't know how to speak. After hesitating for a long time, I had to bite the bullet and say, "I... Yes..."

"The dog raised in the Prince's Mansion. As soon as he had said two words, he continued with his words.

Cui Teng was stunned for a moment, his face instantly turned iron-blue, and his anger actually made him bolder, and he actually forgot for the time being that there was a long sword around his neck that could take his life at any time. "What are you, how dare you ......" The long sword around his neck was not an ornament after all, although the blood did not flow much, it was enough to extinguish his anger and break his courage, "unexpectedly" The following words were stuck in his throat and he could no longer speak.

"Hmph!" Seeing mercy sneered, and said disdainfully: "No matter whose dog you are, if my young lady doesn't let you bark, you'd better shut up, otherwise you'll ......" Turning their gaze to the ice slave, Cui Teng and everyone's eyes couldn't help but follow her, "His sword is not a vegetarian!" Everyone suddenly realized: This indifferent young man with a sword is actually with them! There are also a few tea guests who have turned their eyes to Situ Ningbing, but no one dares to look down on this weak girl anymore for a moment.

The few house slaves who beat people had already been stunned by this sudden change and stood aside at a loss, Situ Ningbing saw pity with a look and pushed them away, and they helped the scholar up.

"Thank you, Miss, for the rescue. Although he was beaten and injured all over his body, the scholar still bent himself up and saluted Situ Ningbing.

Situ Ningbing smiled and said, "You don't have to thank me, but I should thank you." ”

The scholar didn't know why: "Please forgive Xiaosheng for being ignorant and not understanding what Miss means?"

Situ Ningbing twisted the Nanmu silk fan in his hand, and said with a smile while shaking: "You and I don't know each other, but you can stand up and speak for me, shouldn't you thank you?"

The scholar was slightly stunned, looked Situ Ningbing up and down a few times, and then suddenly realized: "Isn't the girl Miss Situ?" He was already seriously injured and spoke in a loud voice, but the people in the teahouse could hear it clearly, and at this moment, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at Situ Ningbing waiting for her answer. After all, the female dependents of big families in Chang'an City will not show their heads lightly, especially the young lady who is to be married in a dignitary family like Situ Ningbing, and it is hard to believe that she will appear in an ordinary teahouse today.

Under the attention of many eyes, Situ Ningbing said leisurely without hurry: "You already have the answer in your heart, why ask again?" Although he did not answer positively, he undoubtedly acquiesced.

The onlookers were still a little skeptical, but Cui Teng's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Situ Ningbing in fear and said in a trembling voice: "You... It is... Situ Xiao... Sister?" Although he had never seen Miss Situ, he had seen her portrait at the prince's place, and it seemed to be the appearance of the woman in front of him, especially when he looked at himself, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his expression was really the same as in the painting!

"Yes, I'm what you just called the 'ugly bastard'. Her voice has not changed from beginning to end, it has always been so soft, the smile on her face is always the same, and the lazy smell of her body gives people a feeling of afternoon sunshine, and there is no danger in the slightest.

Cui Teng was confused by this feeling, and his courage couldn't help but grow again, and he laughed and said: "The villain was speechless for a while, but I hope that Miss will forgive the villain in front of the prince this time." Although he said humblely, he secretly despised Situ Ningbing, thinking that she was the crown prince, what could she do?