No one spoke.

These people are happy to watch the excitement, but they are unwilling to get involved in right and wrong.

Who doesn't know that Ji Wanniang is a person valued by the young master, and she should also vigorously cultivate and delegate power in the future.

What good can it do to stand on the opposite side of Ji Wanniang?

There were some slippery people who even began to unilaterally persuade peace: "Fang Longtou, you are too, it's all about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds, why bother to say it on the good days of the young master, which is unpleasant." If you don't apologize to Ji Longtou, don't really make a grudge."

"Yes, yes, it's all your own people, why bother fighting?"

"Ji Longtou, you should also persuade your husband, don't let him lose his proportion."

「……」

Everyone was gossiping, but Ji Wanniang didn't listen, but her eyes kept looking at Ying Qi.

Ying Qi really made a dead hand, and the anger on his face was not feigned.

He was really angry at Fang Cai's words, and he was also angry at himself.

But she is the leader of Pingsha City, how can she need others to support her?

"Lin Lang." Ji Wanniang's voice was very soft, with a little smile in her eyes, "Come back."

She said, "Don't dirty your hands for this kind of person."

Ying Qi's knife slashed down and landed on the shoulder of one of the guards, and the other party instantly snorted in pain.

Hearing Ji Wanniang's words, he suddenly withdrew his knife and stopped.

It's just that the anger in his eyes seems to have burned into substance, so that the dragon head of Molten Iron City doesn't dare to look at it directly.

Ying Qi stared at him for a long time and spitted, "Waste!"

Leaving these words, he withdrew the knife and turned back to Ji Wanniang's side.

As for Li Jingmo's expression, he didn't look at it, and he didn't dare to look at it.

Fang Cai was just impulsive, but if he thought about it carefully, Ying Qi didn't regret it.

Ji Wanniang raised her head, took his hand and asked with a smile, "Why are you still angry?" Those words that don't like to listen to are treated as farts, so why go to your heart?"

Ying Qi felt the softness in the palm of his hand, and was inexplicably a little uncomfortable, so he only said dryly, "It doesn't sound good to your ears."

"I've heard too many ugly words, but now I'm deaf."

After Ji Wanniang finished speaking, she said, "Sit down."

Ying Qi is tall, and he always tilts his head to talk to him like this, and he only feels that his neck hurts.

The maid moved the cushion very discerningly, and Ying Qi sat down with Ji Wanniang.

The two leaned against each other and whispered affectionately, making the tap of Molten Iron City more and more angry.

He knew that on such an occasion, Ji Wanniang would restrain the people around her and not cause bloodshed. So just relying on this, he opened his mouth again.

"This son's surname is Lin, right? Lin Gongzi, did you hear what I said just now?"

Ying Qi raised his head and stared at him coldly: "What if you hear it, what if you don't hear it?"

The leader of Molten Iron City smiled and said, "I see that you are also the son of a serious family, and you are not very old, so you should not have a wife in the family yet, right?" This time I became married to Ji Wanniang, so I regarded her as my wife?"

Hearing this inquiry, Ying Qi didn't speak for a while.

If Ji Wanniang was not from Half Moon Hall, they would have already visited the hall, so they would naturally be husband and wife.

Can......

"Lin Gongzi hesitated." The tap of Molten Iron City laughed happily as if it had grasped some handle.

He laughed and said, "Look, what man can not dislike his wife's origins? Ji Longtou, it's not me who deliberately provokes this time, it's your husband who dislikes you."

Ying Qi's brows furrowed again, "Who said I dislike the background of the late mother?" qδ

"If you don't dislike it, why shouldn't you say anything to me?"

"That's my ......"

Ying Qi was suddenly dumbfounded, and even his expression was a little stiff.

The natural confrontation position makes him unable to say those words even if he has the heart to defend Ji Wanniang.

What's more, his family hall

He stood behind him and listened.

Ying Qizheng was full of irritability, and suddenly felt Li Jingmo kick him gently.

Ying Qi was stunned and found that Li Jingmo kicked him twice.

One, two, three......

A total of three strokes, which is a positive meaning.

This is a rare tacit understanding between their master and servant.

Usually, Ying Qi couldn't react, but this time, for some reason, he suddenly understood what Li Jingmo meant.

Sensing that Ji Wanniang's face changed slightly, and she was about to withdraw her hand, Ying Qi hurriedly held the other party's fingertips tightly.

Then, he looked up at the faucet of the Iron Water City and said, "I hesitate because of my background, and I am not worthy of my wife."

Ji Wanniang was stunned, and the others also looked at it curiously.

Ying Qi said: "I'm just an ordinary person, with mediocre appearance and mediocre skills, and I haven't achieved fame at this age. I'm more like a gravel in the desert than a dazzling lady, so humble that I'm inconspicuous."

"Fang Longtou also said, even the Seventh Young Master is in love with Wan Niang, who is not worthy of a person like her? On the contrary, I am ashamed of her liking."

Ying Qi's words, I don't know if they were for these faucets, or for Ji Wanniang.

Eventually, the anger dissipated, and only a gentle statement of true affection remained.

"As for the ...... origin," Ying Qi asked the tap of Molten Iron City, "What is the good background of the fang faucet?" Is it a celestial noble? If this is the case, why do you need to marry the daughter of the clan to ascend to the throne?"

The faucet of Molten Iron City instantly darkened its face.

Ying Qi continued, "No one can choose their origin, the only thing they can choose is how to get up from the mud and get closer to the position they want."

"It's not that I'm partial to my wife, it's that none of you here are as good as your wife."

The sentence "wife" made Ji Wanniang's eyes freeze, and the other people also looked ugly.

Isn't it humiliating to say that they are not as good as others, and not as good as this one woman?

A dragon head with a dark face opened his mouth with a calm face: "Little brother, you can't say that."

Ying Qi was not afraid of him, he had seen more people than these people had eaten salt.

"You can't say that, so how can you say it? Why can the late lady be valued by the young master, why can she be famous in the Half Moon Hall and occupy a place? Not because of her feminine gender, but because she's strong enough and good enough."

"If this weren't the case, how could the young master and the old lady of the sect value her and regard her as a confidant? How could this molten iron city faucet be so jealous that he lost his mind because of a seat?"

After Ying Qi finished speaking, the hall was silent.

The tap of Molten Iron City wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say. The black-faced dragon head furrowed his brows, but finally fell silent.

The others even glanced at Ji Wanniang and didn't plan to intervene more.

Although there is still partiality in Lin Gongzi's words, there is a sentence that is also very right.

If it weren't for Ji Wanniang being good enough, would the old lady of the sect and the young master Ling really put down their bodies and take the initiative to get close to this female dragon head?

The answer, of course, is no.

The superior will only choose what is beneficial to him, and Ji Wanniang is profitable, so they will be like this.