Mu Defeng, who watched the carriage go away and begged but did not get what he wanted, spit on the ground in annoyance.

"Damn!"

"If it weren't for Zhu Lingjun's power, Lao Tzu would have been able to whisper with you two little cubs!"

Mudefeng's export is dirty.

Although he is the concubine of the Duke of Qianguo, he has no family etiquette.

Of course, this is related to his mother's excessive spoiling of him, and it is also inseparable from his father's partiality.

"Young master, don't be angry with them."

"It's a big deal, when you go back to the mansion, let people spread some about your 'private relationship' with Princess Ryan, and then ask the lord to ask Your Majesty for marriage."

"It's just a wife's position, it doesn't make much difference who she gives it to, and she becomes a thing in your house, not at your disposal!"

The one who spoke was a thin-looking servant, with a hoarse voice like a dying crow.

His eyes, as he spoke, dripping and turning, seemed to have a belly full of bad ideas, and he was worried that he had nowhere to use them.

"That Mu Rui, no matter how he pleases people, he is a weak person after all."

"No matter how much His Royal Highness values him, it is impossible for him to ignore his own sister's husband and help an outsider, right?"

"This is indeed a good way to achieve immediate results."

Mu Defeng pursed his lower lip, as if he was a little hesitant.

"Just ......"

"Don't just do it, young master!"

"Those who achieve great things are not informal!"

"After inheriting the title, if you want to do anything, someone will dare to stop you!"

Seeing Mu Defeng's hesitation, the servant hurriedly took half a step forward, lowered his voice by three points, and persuaded him.

"Little knows, you like Miss Duan, but you also have to understand that after all, she is just a dusty woman, even if you say that the sky is broken, no matter how much the master spoils you, it will never be possible to agree to allow you to marry her as a wife!"

"I advise you, just make a living, marry Princess Ruian back to the mansion first, and in the future, when the status is stable, then arrange an innocent life experience for Miss Duan, and marry her as a flat wife."

"The road is that there are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck."

"In case one day, Princess Ryan is gone, it is logical for you to straighten her out, so that no one can say that something is wrong, right?"

The servant's "plan" can not be described as vicious.

But what he said seemed to be quite Mu Defeng's heart.

With a shameless smile, he slowly climbed up the corner of Mu Defeng's lips, and he nodded gently, which can be regarded as "approval", the servant's "suggestion".

"Although there are some grievances Miss Duan."

"But now it's the only way to go!"

For Zhu Yaoyuan, who was "about to" be victimized by him, Mu Defeng had no guilt.

It seems that as long as he can let that dusty woman, known as "Miss Duan", enter the mansion, he doesn't care at all, whether he will sacrifice some innocent people.

In the listening string workshop, the man who seemed to not eat the fireworks of the world, his fingertips slowly slid over the strings.

He set his eyes on the master and servant who were standing at the door of his shop, shamelessly discussing the harm, like willow eyebrows, and unconsciously tightened.

He has excellent hearing.

The two deliberately lowered the "plan" of their voices, and he didn't miss a word.

His heart seemed to suddenly ripple a few times.

It's as if he was sitting on the wooden plank path by the small lake in front of the thatched hut in the autumn day, in the mountain where he had lived for a long time, and he didn't like to see the red leaves falling into the lake and the fish suddenly jumping out of the water.

She only played half of the song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to him.

He also wanted to hear the other half.

This is enough to constitute a reason for him to protect Zhu Yaoyuan and save her from being victimized by gangsters.

Wan Jingchu thought like this, turned around, walked back to the side of "Listening to the strings", sat down on the piano bench.

"Falling snow."

Wan Jingchu did not play the piano.

He slowly raised his right hand, touched the strings, and whispered a name.

"Young Master."

The one who answered was a young man in a brown suit.

Before the words fell, he had already appeared behind Wan Jingchu.

No one saw when he appeared.

"Give it to Father."

"Tell him I want to see him."

"Tonight."

Taking off the black iron ring on the index finger of his left hand and putting it in Luoxue's hand, Wan Jingchu slowly raised his head and glanced at the master and servant who were still standing at the door, whispering.

His agar-like hand slowly tightened, and because he was too hard, his fingertips showed a faint red.

He had never seen such a brazen man.

I never thought about giving up my indifference to protect anyone.

Whoever destroys your indifference, let him pay for it with his life.

This is what his mother told him.

Thirteen years, he, never forget.

Rings, rings.

He originally thought that he would never give up this ring in this life.

I never thought about it......

"Yes, young master."

Wan Jingchu's order made the young man who called the falling snow widen his eyes excitedly.

He said yes crisply, and then turned and ran to the back hall.

"Wait."

Wan Jingchu suddenly wrinkled his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Luoxue's belt.

He shot quickly, and before the snow could react, he almost fell to the ground.

"Young master, you say."

Lowered his head in embarrassment, re-retracted his belt, and was loosened by Wan Jingchu.

Luo Xue turned around with a red face, and looked at his own young master who was sitting on the piano bench and had not moved an inch, "Also, what else, I need to be ...... by my subordinates."

"Put the door shut."

"Look at these two pickles? Something that makes my eyes uncomfortable. ”

It's still a light and breezy tone.

Like a spring breeze, the fragrance of flowers is pleasant.

Wan Jingchu's voice was not loud, but it was enough for Mu Defeng, who was standing at the door, "plotting" to invite Zhu Yaoyuan into the urn, and the servant to listen clearly.

The two didn't care.

But after saying a few more words, he suddenly came back to his senses.

As if it was just a breath, anger climbed up Mu Defeng's cheek and "burned" it red.

"You, who are you scolding!"

I thought that their voices were very quiet, and there were not many people walking on the street, so it was impossible for others to listen to the "plot".

But now, listening to this person who looks like a luthier speaks, it seems to be ......

If he runs out, "talks nonsense" with others, and spreads it to the third prince Zhu Lingjun, their plan will definitely fail!

Can't keep him alive!

Right!

Find a reason to take his life!

insulting the family for no reason should be whipped.

Look at this violinist, he looks weak, as long as he is ruthless, at most, it is a matter of more than a dozen whips.

simply, he has long been accustomed to planting blame.

When the pianist is beaten to death, he will admit that he is too heavy, and pay a few taels of silver to his family, and this matter will be over, and there will be no more trouble!

Thinking like this, Mu Defeng looked at the servant standing next to him and gave him a look.

The servants do not do such evil things.

After receiving Mu Defeng's signal, he pinched a whip and pounced on it with a scream.

"You and other lowly people are also worthy of this elegant hall!"

"Get out!"

Before Wan Jingchu could speak, the young man named Luoxue kicked the servant who pounced on him with a whip out of the door.

The servant fell down the three-story staircase and rolled three times down the street before stopping.

When I got up, I was already dusty and sloppy.

"You, you dare to hit me!"

"Do you know, do you know what kind of person my young master, my young master!"

People who are used to being overbearing can't stand the "lessons" of others.

The servant wiped the dust off his face with his sleeves, and pointed at the falling snow standing at the door of the listening workshop with a whip, and scolded, "What kind of thing are you! Dogs are inferior to pariahs! You, you dare to hit me, you dare to ......"

Smack-

A resounding slap in the face, resounding through the streets.

Looking at it again, the servant who was still extremely arrogant just now had fallen to the ground on his back, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Hearing the scolding outside, the people who were originally in the shops of the cats poked their heads out to see the excitement, and the sparse pedestrians also stopped, intending to listen to what was the dispute.

"I don't know who your young master is."

"But you, a thing that sells yourself into slavery, what qualifications do you have to say that others are low?"

Luoxue stepped forward slowly, kicked the whip off the servant's hand, and poked the end of the scabbard in his hand at the end of his chest.

"If you know each other, hurry up and get out of the box with your tail between your legs."

"Otherwise, you're welcome!"

People who don't know martial arts, even if they whip people, can only hit flesh wounds.

However, a person who knows martial arts can be like falling snow, and he can only seem to be random, and make the scabbard poke people twice, causing serious injuries.

The servant, who had been poked a few times by the falling snow's scabbard, suddenly turned pale, and quickly rubbed back a few steps before he dared to pounce on the ground and spit blood.

"You want to try it too?"

Turning his head, he looked at Mu Defeng, who was standing next to him, who was already frightened, the corners of Luoxue's lips were slightly raised, and he raised his eyebrows unhurriedly.

Looking at the attitude, it turned out to be Mu Defeng, a person from the prince's mansion of Qianguo, who had no respect or fear.

Mu Defeng, who was pampered by his family, was not a courageous person.

In ordinary times, relying on the power of his family, no one dared to resist him, so he took evil servants and oppressed the good everywhere.

However, people are doing it, the sky is watching, and retribution is never too late.

Today, he was in a hurry to "meet" Zhu Yaoyuan, and only brought a servant who was the most proficient in his thoughts, and hurried out, but unexpectedly, this kicked the iron plate.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

Mu Defeng thought like this, instinctively, and took half a step back.

Then, taking out one of the laws which he knew little, which he had used to do evil and which he had tried and tested, tried to "stop" the young man, who did not know what to do, to inflict on himself the means of dealing with his servants.

"Insulting the world, but worthy of scourging, you, you ......"

Mu Defeng's hand instinctively touched his sword.

But he knows very well that his little three-legged cat kung fu still has some advantages in playing Zhu Ling's kind of hairy boy who is also not good at martial arts.

If he wanted to deal with this, he didn't even see the movement clearly, he had already slapped the young man who fanned his servants and flew out, and he had no chance of winning.

"Let him go."

At this time, Wan Jingchu had already walked to the door of the store.

His expression did not change, just as if he was curious, he glanced at Mu Defeng, then looked at Luoxue and stopped him from making a move.

"Yes, young master."

Hearing Wan Jingchu's instructions to himself, Luo Xue happily agreed, then ignored the servant who was lying on the ground vomiting blood and Mu Defeng, who was already trembling with fright, walked back to the door of the store, and stood quietly beside him.

Wan Jingchu didn't speak again.

It seems that this farce is not worth his energy at all.

He turned around and walked into the listening string workshop, and after glaring at the two of them fiercely, Luo Xue also made a move, put on the door panel, and hung a "closed" sign at the door.

In the Qianguo Mansion, Mu Defeng, who has never been so intimidated, who has done evil outside, and there is no shortage of people who have taken care of the aftermath, how can he be so "wronged"?

Seeing that the door of the listening workshop was closed, the young man who made him frightened also left, and the chagrin that had been suppressed for a long time rushed out in an instant!

If the person sitting on the ground and crying is a five or six-year-old child, when others see it, they will only think it is ordinary.

But Mu Defeng, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, is still like a child, sitting on the ground and crying, but it will only make people laugh.

Of course, ordinary people are not very lively, and they dare to look at it randomly.

Look at Mu Defeng, dressed so decently, how can passers-by not know that he is either rich or expensive?

So, after a while, the people who were smiling at the corners of their lips dispersed one after another, and on the bluestone road in front of the Xianfang Gate, only Mu Defeng, the howling master, and the evil servant who crawled to his side with great difficulty.

"Young master don't cry, don't cry!"

"Let's go back to the house and call the martial artist to come, smash it, smash this unlucky shop!"

The servant struggled to sit up on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and spit out two teeth to the side.

Then, he touched the blood stains on his hands to his waist, and then cautiously took out a handkerchief and handed it to Mu Defeng.

"Even Your Majesty today, you have to give the master some thin noodles."

"It doesn't matter who is behind this broken shop, always, always, he has to be razed to the ground, that's it."

Because of the lack of two teeth, the servant was a little unable to hold back when he spoke.

He stared viciously at the door of the Listening String Workshop, as if he wanted to make a hole in it.

The servant's words seemed to give Mu Defeng the courage to get up from the ground again.

He trembled his legs, pressed the servant's shoulder, and stood up, the handkerchief in his hand, and he was sweating at some point.

Smashed.

No, it's just smashed, how can you solve the hatred in his heart?

Go up in flames!

Even the people with the shop were burned down!

He is the son of the Duke of Qianguo.

The favorite son of Mu Changzuo, the Duke of Qianguo.

A broken musical instrument shop dares to lose face like this!

Who was it, who gave them such courage?

Hum!

It doesn't matter who's behind them!

He didn't believe it, this big fart Yanjing, and some people dared not to give face to the Qianguo Mansion, and trouble him, the concubine of the Qianguo Mansion, for a ruined broken musical instrument shop!

Thinking of this, Mu Defeng's waist instinctively straightened up, raised his arms, and wiped his face with his sleeves, stained with dust and tears.

"Go home!"

There was still a hint of trilling in Mu Defeng's voice, but the hatred for Tingxianfang made him take a step and go straight to the alley next to where he had parked his mount.

Mu Defeng didn't notice that not long after he left, another person who looked like a servant rode from an alley next to him to the Qianguo Mansion.