When the reckless man heard this, he stopped the action of dropping the whip in his hand, turned his head and stared at An Yiran with an unkind gaze, and then yelled in a fierce tone: "What's your business? What do you have to do with Lao Tzu teaching his son? ”

After the reckless man scolded An Yiran viciously, he continued to beat the little boy lying on the ground.

An Yiran saw that it was useless to stop her, and angrily stepped forward and stretched out her hand to grab the whip that was about to fall on the little boy, but accidentally, the whip whipped her arm, leaving a scarlet blood mark.

She endured the scorching pain of the whiplash wound on her arm, and quickly snatched the whip that was about to fall on the little boy again.

"He's a! Stinky girl! You're nosy, aren't you? The reckless man quickly withdrew the whip with force, An Yiran's strength was naturally inferior to him, and he couldn't pull the rope even harder, and was dragged by his whipping action, and an inertia made her unable to control and stumble forward, almost falling to the ground, but fortunately, a man in Tsing Yi beside her appeared in time and held her up, so as to stop her from falling.

An Yiran was carefully supported by the man in Tsing Yi, and stood firm in shock, she turned her head to look at the kind Samaritan next to her who came to the rescue, and was instantly attracted by his handsome face.

She looked at the man in front of her who was still young, a year or two older than her, and looked dignified.

His eyebrows flew into his sideburns, his dark eyes showed some soft light, mixed with a little dazzling blur, his tall and stylish nose, thin and lightly pursed lips, tall and elegant figure, wearing a fine silk cyan robe, and a delicate jade pendant tied to the jade belt around his waist.

The man in Tsing Yi exuded an extraordinary gentle and elegant temperament all over his body, vaguely showing his identity as a noble son, An Yiran secretly guessed that the man in front of him should be the son of an official family in Beijing.

"This brother, even if he teaches the child, he must not be so rude, whipping the child in the street, not only hurting the child's body, but also hurting the child's self-esteem, be reasonable in everything." After the man in Tsing Yi stabilized An Yiran, he let go of her, approached the reckless man directly, and persuaded in an unhurried and gentle tone.

"That's right! The child is so young, why are you willing to teach such a rough lesson? Didn't you see your child scarred by you? An Yiran opened her mouth and agreed, this time there was someone to support her, she had more confidence, and walked directly to the pitiful little robe with tears on the ground and squatted down, showing a distressed look on her face.

"Two looking for death, aren't they? How Lao Tzu teaches his son, do you still need to care? I think you're tired of life! The reckless man didn't listen to persuasion at all, he only felt that someone was in his way, and he was very unhappy, and then another whip quickly swung towards the two of them.

The man in Tsing Yi reacted quickly, took a big step forward, blocked behind An Yiran, and tried to use his body to block the whip for her, at that moment, the whip was about to fall on the man in Tsing Yi, and suddenly a guard with a sword rushed out of the crowd, swinging his sword to cut off the whip vigorously, so as to prevent the two of them from being harmed by the whip.

"Master, are you alright?" The guard walked up to the man in Tsing Yi and asked with a worried expression.

"No problem." The man in Tsing Yi waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, then turned his head to look at An Yiran, and asked with concern, "Girl, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine, thank you Gongzi for coming to the rescue!" An Yiran slowly stood up, showed a relieved smile at the man in Tsing Yi, and said gratefully.

"He's dripping! Death to Lao Tzu! Seeing that the whip in his hand was cut off like this, the reckless man was instantly full of anger, threw down the whip in anger, and swung a fist towards the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi reacted instantly, and when the reckless man's fist had not yet fallen on his face, he quickly counterattacked, using the defense as an attack to find the weakness on his body, and hit him in the vital point at once, causing the reckless man to fall to the ground in pain in an instant.

As soon as he was wounded, several rude men dressed in coarse cloth and with fierce eyes rushed into the crowd, and surrounded the three of them.

The man in Tsing Yi and the guards used their skills together to defeat the strong with the weak, and under a fierce fight, the two easily dealt with these ill-intentioned men, causing them all to fall to the ground injured and howl in pain.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, these defeated men tried to get up, hurriedly pulled up the reckless man, and then fled, leaving behind the poor little man who was still lying on the ground covered in scars.

"Hey! Uncle, don't you want it, child? An Yiran saw these reckless men running away in a panic, and even the children were left behind, and she couldn't smile bitterly in an instant.

She thought to herself: How much experience does this father have? can even ignore the child and run for his life.

"Sister, he's not my father...", the little boy covered in whip marks struggled to get up from the ground, and pitifully reached out and pulled An Yiran's skirt, and explained in a weak voice.

An Yiran heard the sound, squatted in front of the little boy again, and asked with a surprised face, "Little brother, what did you say?" Wasn't that guy your dad just now? ”

"My dad... Father... He's gone... He sold me to the uncle before he died—" The little boy said with difficulty as he endured the pain all over his body, and his face was extremely pale.

"This..." An Yiran looked at the poor little man in front of her in shock, and was speechless for an instant, with a faint pity in her heart.

"Yunyi, take him back to the mansion and ask Langzhong to take care of him!" The man in Tsing Yi stared at the pitiful little man on the ground for a long time, and suddenly commanded the guards behind him.

"Yes, master!" The guard answered, leaned over and picked up the little boy, and left first.

The crowd of onlookers saw that there was nothing good to see at this time, so they dispersed one after another.

An Yiran stood up, faced the man in Tsing Yi, and thanked him gratefully: "Thank you Gongzi for sacrificing his life just now, if it weren't for Gongzi's kindness, I'm afraid the little girl would have died a long time ago." ”

She bowed slightly, raising her eyes from time to time to stare at the man in front of her, and the shallow smile on his face unconsciously captured her heart.

The man in Tsing Yi stared at the delicate girl in front of him, and inadvertently saw a scarlet whip mark on the back of her delicate hand exposed under her sleeve, which looked extremely shocking in the sunlight.

He hurriedly took out a small white porcelain bottle from his robe and handed it to An Yiran, and said intimately: "Girl, your hand is injured, this is the Jinchuang ointment that this son carries with him on weekdays, you take it and wipe it first, don't leave a scar." ”

An Yiran took the small white porcelain vase with some confusion, her cheeks instantly flushed slightly, and a trace of subtle feelings inexplicably ignited in her heart, she pretended to be shy, and replied in a gentle voice; "The little girl, thank you for the ointment from the child."

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and an anxious shout suddenly came from behind An Yiran: "Ran'er, are you okay?" ”

When she heard the sound, she looked back and found that Su Qianli was running towards her in a hurry, and when she stood still, she anxiously took her hand, and saw a large blood-red whip mark on her hand.

Su Qianli looked at An Yiran with a worried face and asked, "What happened?" Why do your hands hurt like this? ”

"Sister Ali, I'm fine, I'm just a little injured." An Yiran replied disappreciatively.

The man in Tsing Yi stared at Su Qianli a few times with a surprised gaze, then squinted his eyes and asked; "Miss Sue? Why are you here today? ”

Su Qianli raised her eyes when she heard the voice, and turned her somewhat panicked gaze to the face of the man in Tsing Yi, her face instantly became a little pale, and her words and deeds seemed slightly restrained, she bowed her head and said in a low voice: "Your Royal Highness, I have to go to Beijing today to purchase some ingredients, and I hope that Your Royal Highness will pretend not to know." ”

"I understand, this king will not let his father and mother know about today's events." The man in Tsing Yi nodded and said empathetically.

"Qianli, thank Your Highness for your understanding." Su Qianli looked at the man in Tsing Yi with a grateful look on her face, she didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be if the people in the palace knew that she had secretly entered the capital today.

"Your Highness Eight?" An Yiran looked at Su Qianli and the man in Tsing Yi, she glanced at the corners of her eyebrows and said puzzled.

Although the two of them were talking about words that she couldn't understand, from just a few words, she could tell that the man in Tsing Yi in front of her was a member of the royal family.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce it." Su Qianli reacted at this time, and she immediately pointed to An Yiran and introduced to the man in Tsing Yi: "Eighth Highness, this girl is An Yiran, a distinguished guest from Xizhou, who is currently living in the same Beijing suburb courtyard with me. ”

After Su Qianli finished introducing the man in Tsing Yi, she then turned her head to look at An Yiran and said, "Ran'er, this is the eighth prince of today's saint--- His Royal Highness King Qingyang, you can call His Royal Highness the eighth!" ”

"An Yiran, good name!" The Eighth Prince Song Mohan praised it from the bottom of his heart, and greeted An Yiran modestly and politely: "Under the Eighth Prince, Song Mohan is fortunate to meet Miss An!" ”

"The little woman An Yiran has seen His Royal Highness the Eight!" An Yiran instantly became restrained, and hurriedly saw An.

"Eighth Highness, since everyone is already safe, then we will leave first." Su Qianli glanced at the street in a panic, for fear that she would be recognized, and felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so she hurriedly said goodbye to Song Mohan.

"Okay! Be careful on the way back, I'll have time to visit the Six Emperor Brothers' Beijing suburb courtyard another day! Song Mohan understood the difficulties of Su Qianli's situation at this time, so he didn't make much of it, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled gently, and stared at An Yiran with interest.

After Su Qianli said goodbye to Song Mohan, she pulled An Yiran, who was a little stunned, to leave quickly and get into the carriage on the way back.

Along the way, An Yiran was a little silent, and Song Mohan's gentle smiling face kept swirling in her mind.

It was rare for her to face such a modest and polite son, and the good impressions of those first encounters seeped into her heart bit by bit, and at this time she inexplicably felt that her heartbeat was a little unusual, as if it was gradually accelerating, and her heart could not be calm for a long time.

"Ran'er, your hand is injured, I will return to the Beijing suburb courtyard, I will find some herbs for you to compress, you are a girl's family, but don't leave a scar." Su Qianli turned her head to look at An Yiran, stared at the scarlet whip marks on her hand again, and said distressedly.

An Yiran didn't answer, she was still immersed in Sichun, and a smirk appeared on her face unconsciously.

Su Qianli saw An Yiran smiling in a daze, she looked at her somewhat shy face, and asked suspiciously, "Ran'er, what are you thinking?" ”

An Yiran only reacted at this time, turned her head and glanced back at Su Qianli in a panic, and was surprised to realize that she had been rude, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in her heart, she lowered her head and replied weakly: "No... It's nothing. ”

Su Qianli didn't ask any more questions, shook her head with a chuckle, turned her eyes to the scenery outside the carriage curtain, and enjoyed it quietly.

An Yiran's mood at this time was still not calm, her heart rippled slightly, as if she was plucked with a trace of warm spring heartstrings, and she was playing happily.

She raised her hand and touched her two slightly hot cheeks, looked at Su Qianli's face again, and couldn't help asking, "Sister Ali, do you believe that you fell in love at first sight?" ”