Chapter 45 Marzaha? !

Jiang Zhiyu blinked, her big black and white eyes looked innocent and romantic, but also naughty and cunning.

"Of course I will, but I don't need to be the national teacher."

She looked at He Yanting, and suddenly leaned closer, almost touching his nose, and their breaths intertwined.

"I think, when the news comes, the young master will walk in front of people and praise me as a miracle doctor. Will you agree?"

[What's the point of being a national teacher? I'm not destined to worry about that. I don't want to be tied to the backyard of the palace. I can save money to open a small clinic. Once I have a reputation, money will come from all directions! ]

He Yanting's eyes were mixed.

Jiang Zhiyu stayed still for a while, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became bigger and bigger.

"Then Zhiyu will come in advance. Thank you, Your Highness."

The goal was achieved, and Jiang Zhiyu did not want to stay any longer. He pushed open the door directly. A group of servants outside the door withdrew their eyes in unison. Everyone looked very busy.

He Yanting was embarrassed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Jiang Zhiyu was in a good mood and walked out happily whistling.

He Yanting stared at her back with a dim gaze.

The tall servant knelt in front of him.

"Young Master..."

"What did you see?"

The servant looked embarrassed: "Please forgive my poor eyesight. The third lady has no internal strength. It seems

that she is just a little stronger." He spoke in a lower voice, and it was obvious that he was not sure.

The scene of the master being pushed into the wind was still playing in his mind. You know, that wheelchair was made by a master to prevent people with ulterior motives.

Once the master presses the button, even the masters of the palace can't move at all!

Who is this third young lady? She has no internal strength, but she is so powerful just by brute force? !

He Yanting frowned slightly and said no more.

...

It was still early and the weather was good. Jiang Zhiyu asked the coachman to bring the news to Jiang Zhaorong, and she strolled leisurely on the street.

Even after traveling through time for so many days, Jiang Zhiyu would still recall the scene of fighting with zombies in her previous life in her dreams every night. The noisy voices on the street now were what she had dreamed of before, but had never seen.

In half a month, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are cars and horses, people are flowing, and the shouts of merchants are one after another. Jiang Zhiyu picked up a jade hairpin and took a look.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the end of the street, with screams, trampling, and the sound of horse hooves.

Pedestrians on both sides hurried to avoid it. Jiang Zhiyu looked up and saw a man in red sitting on a tall horse. The horse was embroidered with gorgeous gold, extremely noble and elegant, tall and handsome.

But what Jiang Zhiyu noticed at first glance was his eyes - deep and blue like the sea at midnight.

Jiang Zhiyu tightened his grip on the hairpin.

[This is the little bastard who made a fool of Big Brother! Let me see what his name is...]

[What the hell? Marzaha? ! Puff - I can't hold it anymore.]

In the jade shop a few steps away from her, Jiang Sulan stood in front of the door and looked at her silently.

Jiang Sulan: "..."

What's wrong with this name? Why is Zhiyu laughing so... impudently?

Jiang Sulan wanted to make a set of jade ornaments for Jiang Zhiyu today, so she went out early, but she just couldn't decide on the pattern.

She kept delaying, and it took a little longer.

After finally deciding on it, when she was about to go back, she heard a commotion outside the street. As soon as she went out, she heard Zhiyu's impudent laughter.

Also, to... kill the eldest brother?

Malzaha is the prince of Nan Gu. Although he is a hostage, he acts very flamboyantly.

He has taken to the streets many times to ride horses and kill the people of Tianqi for no reason. However, due to the fluctuations of the war, the emperor just let him go every time, which made him more and more impudent.

Jiang Sulan looked at him with a bit of coldness in her eyes.

Malzaha's eyes swept through the crowd. His hand gently pressed on his pocket. Something squirmed in his pocket. It was a living thing.

He soothed the restless insects and searched for their target.

The insects he raised needed human blood for food. As their bodies grew, the insects' appetite also increased day by day. The amount that originally lasted for a month could not even last for half a month.

Everyone who was swept by his eyes shrank their bodies, and some even hid under the stalls of the merchants. Malzaha's eyes were full of disgust.

He dared not feed the blood of such people to his babies.

He was about to turn around and leave when his sight suddenly fell on a certain place. Jiang Sulan followed his gaze and saw Jiang Zhiyu who was trying to hold back his laughter crazily.

Jiang Sulan's mind went berserk.

Malzaha's eyes were full of bloodthirsty interest. He removed his hand from his pocket, pulled out his horsewhip, and hit Jiang Zhiyu directly!

"Zhiyu! Run!"

His movements were too fast. Even though Jiang Sulan had noticed something was wrong and spoke quickly, it was still a little late.

The sound of the whip breaking through the air was like lightning. With a "snap", the stalls of the small vendors were scattered all over the place, and the bracelets and hairpins on them also fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Jiang Sulan's eyes were red with anger.

There was no sound coming from the entire long street. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear and surprise. Malzaha leisurely withdrew his hand.

He was still very confident in his skills. His eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for Jiang Zhiyu's fallen body.

Jiang Sulan hesitated. She wanted to speak, but couldn't.

When she finally found her voice, she heard Jiang Zhiyu's angry curse.

"Are you sick? You are blind, can't you see there are people here?!"

Jiang Sulan: "..."

Malzaha: "..."

The onlookers: "!!!"

Malzaha looked at her, then at the whip in his hand, and didn't see any blood.

His mind was full of question marks.

He raised his head again and said in broken Mandarin: "Who are you? How did you get away with it?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "!"

[Hey, you're really coming for me? ! ]

[New hatred plus old grudge! You're dead, you little bastard! ]

"I want to ask you first, why did you whip me?"

Malzaha: "I asked first!"

Jiang Zhiyu's blood was boiling.

"Look at my memory, I treat you as a human again, there's no point in talking, let's fight!"

Jiang Sulan didn't even stop, she saw her sister moving swiftly, leaping like flying, and in a few jumps she was in front of Malzaha.

Malzaha subconsciously raised his body, Jiang Zhiyu's eyes flickered, and he punched out, each punch more fierce than the last, hitting his vitals.

Malzaha was beaten without any power to fight back, dodging like a wolf.

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but shout.

They had been oppressed by this foreigner for too long. No matter if they took him to the government or boasted of their martial arts skills, they were helpless. They could only pray in their hearts when they saw him.

And now, someone finally confronted him head-on!