Chapter 157 A Fight Between Two People

Because Pei Luoshu caught a cold, everyone returned to Qinyun Tower early.

Along the way, no one spoke.

Next to Chen Shiyi, there was a man whose face was as black as his robe, and another who kept coughing and looked extremely sick.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Bai Ling followed Pei Luo to the street.

"Mr. Pei, stay in the morning room. Bailing will give you another charcoal stove and another quilt. Is that okay?"

Pei Luoshu replied with a smile.

"Of course it's good."

Suddenly, a cold voice was heard.

"Surname Pei?"

Wen Zhiheng turned around and asked Chen Shiyi.

"Is he Pei Xiucai from Changning Street, Ping'an Town?"

Chen Shiyi felt that Wen Zhiheng was angry, and that anger was filled with disbelief, as if she had betrayed him.

"Yes."

Wen Zhiheng sneered.

"I was wondering why he looked so familiar, it turns out he is an old friend."

He couldn't help but clench his palms and clear his throat.

"Eleven, is it because of him that you left me?"

Chen Shiyi shook his head.

"I have already made it clear to you before. It has nothing to do with him."

"You defend him so much?"

Chen Shiyi's explanation was very weak.

"I'm telling the truth, Master."

Wen Zhiheng felt very uncomfortable.

"Eleven, was the bamboo lamp that was most precious to you a gift from him?"

Chen Shiyi nodded.

"So, you have been secretly having an affair with him since you were my maid?"

Chen Shiyi raised his eyes and refuted firmly.

"I have never wanted to be your maid, this is your only wish. Now I have never wanted to be your wife, this is also your only wish. Have I made myself clear, Master?"

Wen Zhiheng suddenly felt that his feelings were a joke. The woman he cherished and loved so much fell in love with someone else when she was still his maid.

She fell in love with someone else behind his back!

A huge feeling of resentment and betrayal surged into his heart.

He didn't know what to do. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked at Chen Shiyi with pain and disappointment.

"Eleven, how could you do this?"

Pei Luoshu, who was standing aside, hurriedly stood in front of Chen Shiyi and blocked Wen Zhiheng's gaze.

"No matter what you think, you have no right to blame Eleven. You have always brought her exploitation, oppression and unbearableness. When have you ever given her a trace of joy? Not in Fangling, and probably not in Kyoto. Otherwise, why would Eleven stay alone in Yanzhou..."

When Wen Zhiheng saw the person in front of him, his eyes were like ice, filled with a chilling coldness.

"Who are you to compete with me for someone else's life?"

Pei Luoshu was not afraid of Wen Zhiheng at all. Instead, he was calm and composed with firm eyes.

"Your Majesty is of high status and a wealthy family, but whether you are worthy or not is beyond your rank, so you are naturally not qualified to speak."

Wen Zhiheng sneered after hearing this.

"Eleven, you actually like such a sharp-tongued person?"

"I'm not being eloquent, I'm just telling the truth. Lord Hou always fails to see the reality clearly. He thinks he has power, talent, and looks, and that the person he likes must like you. Once he doesn't get her, the reluctance in his heart makes him develop strange feelings. Lord Hou thinks that this is his love for Eleven, but in fact, it's just your self-esteem that's playing tricks on him..."

Wen Zhiheng didn't intend to argue with someone like Pei Luoshu, and just looked at Eleven who was silent on the side.

"Eleven, come back to the Marquis' Mansion with me, and I won't pursue the other matters."

"Who are you to her? In what capacity are you pursuing this?"

Wen Zhiheng's eyes were fixed on Chen Shiyi.

"Eleven, come back with me..."

Chen Shiyi raised his eyes and said firmly.

"My Lord, I am the owner of Qinyun Tower. My home is here. The Marquis' Mansion has nothing to do with me."

Wen Zhiheng raised his hands, grabbed Chen Shiyi's arms, and was about to take her away.

Seeing this, Pei Luoshu raised his hand and swung it hard at Wen Zhiheng's upper arm.

Wen Zhiheng quickly loosened his grip, dodged Pei Luoshu's fierce attack, and took a few steps back.

Pei Luoshu opened his hands, stood in front of Chen Shiyi, and spoke in a deep voice.

"She said she doesn't want to go with you."

Wen Zhiheng sneered angrily.

"court death."

Wen Zhiheng raised his hand lightly, and the fierce wind from his palm swept straight towards Pei Luoshu's face. Pei Luoshu turned sideways and barely avoided it. The ripples in the air stirred up his scattered black hair.

His hands inadvertently pushed back, blocking Chen Shiyi to a place farther away from him, and he lightly lifted his feet, tapped the ground with his toes, flew upwards, and attacked Wen Zhiheng directly.

In the brightly lit courtyard of Qinyun Building, two figures, one black and one white, were fighting fiercely.

Chen Shiyi stood aside, very worried.

Pei Luo had not practiced martial arts as long as Wen Zhiheng, and he had also caught a cold. On the court, his movements were obviously laborious.

Bo Yuan standing by was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

"I thought the man in white was a weak scholar, but I didn't expect he also knew Kung Fu."

He then spoke to Fu Da who was standing beside him.

"I love watching these kinds of fights the most. If one of them gets seriously injured, the host will cry. Wow, it's really exciting..."

After saying that, he saw Chen Shiyi walking towards him.

He was so frightened that he dared not say a word and hid behind Fu Da.

Chen Shiyi came over and said to Fu Da hurriedly.

"Can you help me separate them?"

Fu Dahuan folded his arms and shook his head.

"It's none of my business. I'm not going."

Chen Shiyi knew Fu Da's temper and he always kept his word.

She turned and said to Bai Ling.

"Bring me my bow and arrows."

Wen Zhiheng was about to hit the man in the chest, but unexpectedly, a silver light brushed past his face and shot straight at him.

He quickly withdrew his killing move and gave up attacking Pei Luoshu.

Pei Luoshu retreated back to Chen Shiyi's side, his moon-white robe fluttering in the wind. He swept his right hand across and then calmed down.

After Wen Zhiheng stopped, he found that an arrow had just passed by and hit the wooden pillar behind him.

He looked towards Chen Shiyi. The scholar who had just fought with him was standing with her. Chen Shiyi was holding a bow with an arrow in her hand. The arrow was shot by her.

Seeing this fact, Wen Zhiheng's heart hurt as if it was stabbed by an arrow.

He asked Chen Shiyi in disbelief.

"You, actually shot an arrow at me?"

Chen Shiyi lowered his eyes, then raised his head firmly.

"I shot it."

Wen Zhiheng felt like his heart was about to break, and his voice became hoarse.

"You actually shot an arrow at me?"

"He is weak, please don't make things difficult for him."

Wen Zhiheng laughed a few times at himself.

"Chen Shiyi, you are great."

Wen Zhiheng's eyes were blurred, and the entire Qinyun Building was a phantom. He was the person closest to him, and he was the one who was hurt the most.

Why did she trample on her own sincerity like this?

What's good about that man!

"Chen Shiyi, you will regret it. I will make you regret it."

After saying that, he took a few steps back, turned around, and walked out of Qinyun Building resolutely.