According to the character of their young master, if they had completed the task, they would have rushed back to Jinghuanfang a long time ago, how could they stay in this noisy city for so long?

……

The young master they were worried about was not only fine, but he was still leaving the city...... At least in Xiangyilou, as for the responsibility of the young master, what does it have to do with her Wei Ziyu?

After getting along with Zhongli Boqian that day, Wei Ziyu was no longer afraid of Yunshen. Because of Zhongli Boqian's advice, the current Wei Ziyu can be described as a walking crab in Xiangyi Building, and occasionally some small troubles fall on Zhongli Boqian.

Ahem...... Today, on a whim, a woman dressed as a man went to listen to music under the high platform in the front yard, wearing a black long robe, holding a small porcelain cup in her left hand, a small wine jug in her right hand, and a pair of big dripping eyes looked around curiously. However, I don't know which unlucky boy who didn't have long eyes fell in love with the girl playing music on the high stage, and hurriedly bumped past Wei Ziyu. In a trance, the things in Wei Ziyu's hands fell to the ground, and there was a jingling sound in response, and the wine in the cup spilled on the floor.

Wei Ziyu's first reaction was to get up, bow his head, put his feet together, put his hands on his abdomen, and give way, a series of movements skillfully and naturally.

"Huh." Seeing her like this, the private room on the second floor let out an imperceptible low laugh: "Have you ever been so humble?" ”

……

Seeing that the man ignored her, Wei Ziyu walked straight to the high platform, grabbed the girl's jade hand and said with a flirtatious smile: "This son feels that Miss Youling is very gentle, and he can't help but feel pity. ”

"Zhao, Zhao Gongzi, Youling is just an artist." Ling lowered her head and gritted her teeth, her eyes were full of tears, and she wanted to break free of his hand, but he held it too tightly.

At this time, Wei Ziyu raised his head and looked at the impolite so-called Zhao Gongzi on the high platform, wearing a high-grade brocade, but he was full of fat, and he was rudely dragging Youling to pull her away.

"Zhao Gongzi, Zhao Gongzi, please let go of Youling!"

"My son is a rich businessman who left the city, if you serve my son well, you will naturally be indispensable to your glory and wealth, if you dare to refuse, this son will lift this fragrant building." The man stared at him with a tearful eye.

The Zhao Gongzi in Youling's mouth is Zhao Yibao, the son of Zhao Yue, the largest private businessman in the city.

Private businessmen are different from official businessmen, they do not have the protection of the imperial court, and Zhao Yue can become the largest private businessman in the city, equal to the official businessman, and his business style and ability should not be underestimated.

"Zhao Gongzi ......" Youling really resisted in her heart, this person must have heard that Yun Shen was not in Xiangyilou today, so he came here to spread wild, but no one dared to stop her at the moment, and no one was willing to help her.

This is the hardship of the people at the bottom, and they can't help themselves. The people who were listening to the music under the high stage not only did not stop them, but excitedly coaxed and said some unbearable foul language.

Wei Ziyu was troubled by the ugly words and noisy voices, and saw that Ling was pulled away, as if she saw her former self, when she was bullied, there were many bystanders, but no one felt pity.

Thinking of this, she walked in front of Zhao Yibao with a gloomy face, and a small servant behind her took advantage of the chaos to get out of Xiangyi Building and ran in the direction of Mingyue Tower. Wei Ziyu's sharp eyes stared at Zhao Yibao who was scattering wildly, and even Youling felt the coldness of her eyes, as if she could swallow a person.

"Little man, don't you weigh how many pounds and taels you have when you compete with Uncle Ben for women?" Zhao Yibao glanced at her disdainfully, sneering at her figure, thin and small, and could knock her down with one punch.

"Let her go." Wei Ziyu roared with some confidence, the trembling between her hands had already betrayed her.

"Huh." Zhao Yibao sneered even more proudly: "The little white-faced scholar also came to Xiangyilou? Or hurry back to the cold window to study hard, and then come to fight with this son when you have fame? Don't disturb this son's Yaxing at this moment, otherwise it will not be good to bury the future. ”

"Zi ......" Ling stared at her gratefully, and was interrupted by her before she could finish speaking.

"I told you to let her go." Wei Ziyu suddenly remembered something, she, she can't be bullied like in her previous life, let fate play tricks, right?

"Get out of the way of Ben Gongzi." Zhao Yibao didn't budge.

"Can't you understand people?" Yu Ziyu pressed the tip of his tongue against his non-existent little tiger teeth, tilted his head and looked at him evilly, and his cowardly aura had already been thrown out of the clouds.

"You're looking for death?" Zhao Yibao saw that she was suddenly confused with confidence, but she was frightened.

"Isn't it human?" Wei Ziyu provoked even more proudly.

"If you look for death, let this son fulfill you." After saying that, he waved his hand and prepared to give her an ear scraper.

Wei Ziyu suddenly felt that his body was abnormal, and his reflex was blocked, and the ear scraper did not reach his face, but the abuser fell to the ground with an "ouch".

"Stinky boy, what kind of trick did you use?" Zhao Yibao, who was sitting on the ground without an image, covered his bucket waist and bared his teeth and asked.

Everyone present was shocked.

And Wei Ziyu was even more surprised that she couldn't say a word, she closed her eyes early, but reflexively prepared to block it, but she didn't think that Zhao Yibao would fall to the ground.

"It's really good that you're not dead."

This sentence suddenly appeared in Yu Ziyu's mind, why? Who is she?

Zhao Yibao saw that Wei Ziyu had no intention of ignoring him, so he stood up angrily, and pushed the stunned Wei Ziyu to the ground with a gentle push. Coincidentally, this scene happened to fall into the eyes of Zhongli Boqian, who came in the dust.

"Zhao Yibao!" Zhongli Boqian roared angrily, and the originally noisy front yard quieted down suddenly, and everyone looked out of the door, seeing that it was the Seventh Highness, followed by the people who were with him, and the spectators saw this, and turned sideways to give way.

Zhongli Boqian quickly ran to Wei Ziyu and helped her up, looked left and right, looked up and down, and asked anxiously, "Is Ziyu okay?" Well? If you have something, you must say it, and Your Highness will protect you! ”

"It's fine." Wei Ziyu shook his head in a daze.

Zhongli Boqian crossed his waist and turned to look at Zhao Yibao angrily: "Who asked you to push her?" ”

"Seven, Seven, Your Highness, it was this person who first disturbed the little Yaxing, and then pushed the small one to the ground, and the small one had to ...... as a last resort" Zhao Yibao recognized Zhongli Boqian, and his father also told him not to clash head-on with His Royal Highness the Seventh, and he just bumped into it today.

"He pushed you?" Zhongli Boqian immediately refuted Zhao Yibao's words: "That's what you did wrong, besides, you are such a big guy, how can His Highness believe your words?" ”

"Yes, yes, true, everyone present can testify." Zhao Yibao lowered his head a little aggrievedly, wanting to look up at his expression but had no guts.

"Who will testify?" Zhongli Boqian turned to look at the crowd, his eyes staring at the people who crashed into his sight and wanted to stop talking, as if to say, if you dare to testify, you will die.