Zhao Mingjing lives here to show that he truly has no connection with the Zhao family anymore.
When Zhao Wuliang arrived, the area had already been thoroughly searched, so no one would be following him.
Inside Zhao Mingjing's room was a portrait, a painting of a lady, but the person in the portrait bore a striking resemblance to Lin Qinshu.
Zhao Mingjing lit three sticks of incense and stared intently at the portrait. "Don't worry, Aunt, Mingjing will definitely get justice for you."
After returning to Ningye's place, Ningye finished his martial arts practice as usual and went to check on how his shop was doing. However, as soon as he entered the county town, he found that there seemed to be quite a few people from the Turkic region.
After all, it's too easy to tell them apart, whether it's their appearance or their clothing.
Ning Ye asked with some confusion, "Has the region recently started trading with the Turks? Why are there so many Turks here?"
Wang Wu replied, "Young master, you may not know this, but I heard that the Turks have sent an envoy who is preparing to come from Shanyin Pass and then head to the capital to discuss some important matters. However, I do not know the specifics of what it is."
Ning Ye was slightly surprised, after all, the Daqian Dynasty had always been in a weak position. It seemed rather strange that the Turks would suddenly send an envoy out of nowhere.
Or is it that what I saw was too one-sided, and that the Great Gan Dynasty was not completely rotten to the core, but still had the strength to fight, which is why the other side was wary of it?
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Ning Ye, but when he arrived at his own shop, he found that a lot of people had gathered outside, and there were sounds of smashing and looting coming from inside.
Ning Ye and Wang Wu quickly dismounted and went straight into the shop. As soon as they entered, they saw a Turkic man reeking of alcohol, holding a long knife and slashing wildly without restraint.
"Pigs! You're all a bunch of pigs! I've taken a liking to your stuff, so you should have given it to me. How dare you ask me for money? You're all tired of living!"
This guy's Central Plains dialect isn't quite up to par; I couldn't understand a few of those ten sentences, but you could tell he was swearing venomously.
Moreover, he didn't stop cursing while his hands were moving, and the shop assistants didn't dare to stop him at all, since this knife was merciless.
But Wang Wu couldn't stand it at all, and rushed forward, grabbing the wildly swinging knife in his hand.
The Turk was taken aback at first, then burst into curses, "What? You cowards think you can fight me? I think you're all tired of living! Let go of me right now, or none of you will escape!"
Ning Ye walked over indifferently and slapped him across the face. "I'm quite curious, how do you want me to be unable to run away?"
Wang Wu coldly said, "Sir, this mass grave outside the city hasn't been used for burial for some time. Why don't we bury this bastard there? It would add some life to the place."
The Turk suddenly realized that something was amiss; these two people didn't seem to be joking with him.
"Let me tell you, I was sent by the mission specifically to scout the route. If anything happens to me, none of you will be able to escape, and you won't be able to explain yourselves."
Ning Ye slapped him again. "You vandalized my shop for no reason. We're already being lenient by taking your life. Apologize to me right now, or you won't be leaving here alive."
The Turk, head held high, said, "Hmph, I'll leave my head right here. If you dare touch me, you can try. I want to see if you have the guts."
Wang Wu immediately drew a sharp dagger from his waist; the icy touch almost sobered the Turkic man instantly.
"You're not qualified to make threats here. You should reconsider what you just said. You might still have a chance to back out now."
"I don't believe you would actually dare to kill me. If you ruin the diplomatic relations between our two countries, you will be criminals!"
The Turk's gaze was extremely proud. Wherever his gaze swept, even the common people involuntarily lowered their heads, because he knew that what he said was true. If anyone was truly ungrateful, someone else would naturally come to deal with them.
As Ning Ye spoke, he took the dagger from Wang Wu's hand. "Next time, don't waste your breath on this kind of person. What's the point of talking to him? He's just an animal and he doesn't understand anything."
He plunged the dagger deep into the Turk's thigh, then grabbed the man by the collar and threw him aside, ignoring his screams.
That wasn't the end of it. When Wang Wu saw that Ning Ye had taken the opportunity to vent his itch, he had no choice but to pounce on Ning Ye and give him another good beating.
Wang Wu only stopped when he had beaten the Turks so badly they were crying for their parents.
Ning Ye then clasped his hands in a fist and said to the onlookers, "Everyone, I'm really sorry to have made a fool of ourselves. We were just having a friendly spar with them. If there are any problems in the future, you can pretend you didn't see anything, or you can say that we beat someone up."
The faces of the onlookers twitched. Although they had always known that Ning Ye and his group were very bold, they never expected them to be this bold. They really weren't afraid at all.
The Turk had already been knocked unconscious. Ning Ye's strike was also very precise, so the man wouldn't die anytime soon. It all depended on whether his companion could be found first.
Finally, Ning Ye went straight into the shop and reprimanded the shop assistants: "Remember this from now on, if anyone comes in wearing the official robes of this dynasty, and dares to cause trouble, you should take action first. I will bear the consequences after you take action. Don't be so timid."
The shop assistants were sweating profusely, unsure how to respond. They had never experienced anything like this before.
Ning Ye had a good time, but when the Turks were discovered, it immediately aroused public anger. After all, they had just entered the pass and had been beaten like this, which was not only a loss of face for them.
The man leading the group of Turks seemed to have a scholarly air about him. He wasn't in a hurry and instead carried the wounded directly to the government office.
After a heated exchange of grievances, Wang Mingyuan had no choice but to show his face today, even if he didn't want to get involved.
Looking at the person lying on the stretcher in the lobby, Wang Mingyuan felt that the treatment was too harsh; the face was completely unrecognizable as human.
However, since things had come to this point, Wang Mingyuan had no choice but to pretend for a while. After all, he didn't need to guess; he knew exactly which bastard could have done such a thing.
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