Very cheesy,

Very indecent.

Drunken warmth has never been like this.

High society, is it okay to have a little demeanor?

has the ability to fight with a female warrior locked in an iron cage, and what is the strength of a pianist with no two chests.

Even the servants of Wuyuan were a little overwhelmed, and the eyes that looked at Jiang Ming were like looking at a small person in the market.

The kind old man in the attic had his eyelids jumping slightly, and he did not speak.

Jiang Ming didn't take a heavy start, but just let the pianist Qingqing stumble and take a few steps back.

She covered her face, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was full of disbelief.

"Are you just going to bully weak women?" she said, her mouth open, a mist appearing in her eyes.

"I'm here just to have fun, but you're making me unhappy. Jiang Ming replied lightly, what he was most disgusted with was those so-called women who did not sell their bodies, if they were really chaste martyrs, they would be afraid that they would be bitches and set up archways, which would be the most disgusting.

Drunk and warm, but all the beautiful and vulgar, or very distinctive women, which one was not sent out after being crazy in the palace first?

The people inside can play, but the outside is not allowed to play?

So why are you still out here?

Besides, am I here to listen to the piano? What did I do in this government-run Qinglou?

"Childe, the little woman is just showing off her piano skills in a drunken and warm manner by the mouth of the saint, is it ..... Do you want to disobey the Holy Lord?" was silent for a long time, and Qingqing looked at Jiang Ming defiantly.

Jiang Ming was stunned, and turned to look at his eldest brother Jiang Wen, after all, he hadn't been here for a few days, and he didn't know the truth of this matter.

Jiang Wen smiled bitterly and shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"That's right, Miss Qingqing is indeed playing the piano here by the Holy Order. The old man upstairs spoke very simply, directly affirming Qingqing's statement.

The atmosphere cooled down.

The two words of sainthood are enough to make everyone shy away from it.

Many servants know the regular guest Jiang Minggongzi, the son of the commander of the Royal Forest Army, who eats very well when he is drunk and warm, and he has always been used to it, and it is basically rare for a powerful person to offend him for a woman.

Now that I can see him deflated, everyone's hearts are dark.

"Emperor's woman, speed back. ”

Jiang Ming did retreat, since the emperor personally opened his mouth to protect this woman, he was not blatantly disobedient.

But

.......

Jiang Ming smiled, stepped forward a few steps, and kicked Qingqing on the stomach and knocked her to the ground.

"The Holy Lord's oracle said that you are allowed to sell your art and not sell your body, but he didn't say that people won't beat you, right?"

The people of Wu Yuan were still indifferent, including the old man who had cultivated to terror.

Do you really think that a verbal message can be used as a protective umbrella? It really can't be effective against really powerful people. The key is that the son of the Jiang family only punished her slightly, and no one will take this matter seriously, and even risk the consequences of being jealous of the behemoth Jiang family to make a small report.

Weighing the pros and cons, gains and losses, in the capital, is the most basic way to behave in the world.

What's more, the emperor will not take this kind of woman who turns her head and forgets at all.

The son of the Jiang family was unhappy, so let him be angry.

The kind old man closed his eyes slightly, as if he hadn't seen what was going on in the martial arts arena.

"Fourth brother, let's change it, why bother to be angry with this kind of woman?" The eldest brother Jiang Wen saw that Jiang Ming was a little unhappy, and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

From beginning to end, no one except the luthier said that he was doing something wrong.

Even if he is really bullying and dominating the market, he is doing mischief.

"Justice is to stand on the side of strength, and it will never be absent. Jiang Ming squinted at the pianist who fell to the ground with teary eyes, and said lightly.

"After listening to it for so long, this sentence is the most appetizing to me. Indeed, justice is only late, but it is never absent. ”

In a small room on the northwest side of the arena, there was a 'squeak' and the wooden door was opened.

A richly dressed boy in brocade walked towards Qingqing with a faint smile on his face.

Jiang Ming was a little speechless, there are really a lot of people who like heroes to save beauty, and most of them win with the 'righteous' side, beat the bad guys who do evil, and then get the favor of no one, and finally live together without shame and irritability.........

There are many such scripts, so there are more people who follow suit.

"Get out. Jiang Ming's expression did not fluctuate.

The other party was stunned, and couldn't help laughing twice, looked at Jiang Ming narrowly, and said lightly: "When did the fourth son of the Jiang family have the confidence to talk to me like this?"

"Feng Yinting, do you want to take care of my Jiang family's affairs?" Behind Jiang Ming, Jiang Wen stepped out, looked at the comer, and said coldly.

This person is the eldest son of the Feng family, that is, the eldest brother of Feng Wudu.

Although he didn't like his fourth brother's way of acting, in front of outsiders, Jiang Wen still chose to stand up without hesitation.

"It turns out that the big brother of the waste is here, is it so confident. Feng Yinting smiled to himself, stepped forward slowly, gently picked up Qingqing on the ground, and confidently and firmly promised her: "Qingqing girl, don't worry, with me, I won't let anyone force you to do what you don't want to do." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Feng. A warm current flowed in Qingqing's heart, Feng Yinting invited her to enjoy the flowers several times, but she refused because she was unwell, but she didn't expect to risk offending the Jiang family's son to help her today. At this moment, she was indeed very moved.

Feng Yinting is a man worthy of being entrusted for life.

What woman doesn't want someone to be able to step on the colorful auspicious clouds to save herself in times of crisis?

Seeing her intoxicated expression, Feng Yinting smiled secretly, thinking that when the people of the Jiang family were dispatched, they would get this beautiful luthier tonight.

"Are you done?"

Jiang Ming was like a glimpse of light, and in an instant, he rushed to the body of Feng Yinting, who had a gentle expression, and tried his best to attack, and thousands of poisonous hands slashed down, and a huge palm shadow ran out, as if the sword peak and the sword mountain collided together, the gray air waves were overwhelming, and there were countless small swords impacting.

Poison Gassing Sword.

There is nothing to stop, nothing to impede.

Many people were gasping for air, so powerful, it was like a peerless old demon with monstrous flames.

The kind old man sitting on the attic raised his eyelids slightly, his face showed surprise, his eyes stared at Jiang Ming's palm, and he was silent.

Jiang Wen, who was standing behind Jiang Ming, frowned slightly, in just half a year, his fourth brother actually had the momentum to catch up with him, it was really surprising that he was so talented.

"Poison Palm?"

As the son of the Feng family, Feng Yin Ting's cultivation has entered the third turn, and he is also a top-ranked master among his peers. He reacted extremely quickly, and his hands kept waving, and he was actually going to face Jiang Ming's thousands of poisonous hands.

Qingqing is by his side, and no matter what, he has to save her.