Chapter 5 Group Fight (Revised) Fighting one by one is not enough, you all...
"Miss, should we wait any longer?"
When Wen Ying heard this, she also looked confused.
According to the romance scripts, if the male protagonist only caused the plot conflict because he was awkward, then they have already given him enough way out.
The next plot should be that the male protagonist repents and comes to pick them up.
But the two of them had already been waiting by the bridge for the entire afternoon, from dawn to sunset, and still no one came to pick them up.
At first, Wen Ying still wanted to act pitiful, but after waiting for a long time and no one came, she relaxed.
Sitting on the steps by the river with his legs spread out, Wen Ying rested his chin on his hand and began to think about what went wrong.
"Girls, who are you waiting for?" an old voice sounded.
Wen Ying looked in the direction of the voice and saw a ragged beggar with a hunched back, leaning on a crutch and holding a broken bowl, looking at her tremblingly.
Wen Ying still remembered her pitiful role in her heart. She raised her jade hand and politely refused the beggar's approach: "Sorry, sir, we don't have any money on us."
Unexpectedly, the beggar did not leave, but stood there and said, "I don't want money, but a gentleman cannot save face, so he asked me to come here to talk to the girl."
His voice was so hoarse that it was almost impossible to understand what he was saying.
When Wen Ying heard this, her eyebrows twitched slightly. She lowered her head and looked at Chun Tao who was standing on the stairs. They both saw the meaning in each other's eyes.
She turned her gaze back to the beggar, smiled and said softly, "If that's the case, it couldn't be better. Please lead the way for us."
After saying that, Wen Ying stood up and followed the beggar away with Chuntao.
The place where they were was on the edge of the capital, and only the caravans that came and went every morning and evening brought some life to this place.
Apart from this, there are only the startled flight of birds and the dark crawling of snakes and insects, which create the dynamics of dusk and evening.
The beggar took Wen Ying around several corners, from the main street to the alley, and then through the back alley to the ownerless woods.
Moving further away from the remaining worldly air, we arrived at the realm governed by the moon and darkness.
The autumn wind swept across the yellow leaves on the ground, stirring up a bone-deep chill, but the girl did not express her dissatisfaction, she just followed.
"Haven't we arrived yet?" Wen Ying asked leisurely, strolling leisurely among the trees and leaves.
"We're almost there." The voice of the beggar in front came clearly into Wen Ying's ears. It no longer had the roughness of pretending to be old at the beginning, but showed some of the clarity of a young man.
Wen Ying gradually slowed down her pace until she stood still.
The beggar didn't look back, but seemed to sense Wen Ying's presence and stopped almost at the same time.
The two sides were dozens of steps apart, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
The wind whistled through the empty space in the middle, bringing some natural sounds.
The girl's clear voice rose with the north wind, calm and indifferent: "Where are we going?"
The beggar seemed to have guessed something. After a moment of silence, he suddenly shuddered and then burst into a sharp laugh. The harsh sound was very noticeable in the empty woods. The shadows of the trees surged under the moonlight, and some vague human figures could be vaguely seen.
As the laughter gradually subsided, more than ten people walked out secretly, dressed in tight clothes with several sharp blades hanging from their waists, and surrounded the two women with murderous aura under their feet.
Wen Ying glanced around expressionlessly and looked at the old beggar in front of him.
Or maybe it’s no longer possible to say “old”, the beggar stood up straight with an upright posture, obviously a disguise.
The girl opened her mouth to say something, but something strange happened!
The moment the beggar turned around, he rushed towards Wen Ying in one step. His figure was so fast that only a shadow was left in the eyes of others. In an instant, he was in front of the girl and stabbed her eyes with the sharp dagger.
This was intended to be a fatal strike, but it stopped just before the girl's eyes.
Wen Ying didn't even blink, and indifferently clamped the stabbing knife with two fingers. No matter how hard the man tried, it couldn't move forward an inch.
Then, the girl exerted force with her fingertips, and the blade that could cut through iron like mud broke into pieces.
Crystal fragments fell from the broken hole. The beggar was stunned for a moment. The knife in his hand lost its obstruction due to the break, and his body leaned forward due to inertia.
"You're fast, but you're not good enough to kill me."
Wen Ying curled her lips, clenched her right fist and instantly raised her hand to the beggar's face.
The force was so great that the strong wind carried the man's body dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of dust and leaving a long trail.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The people around only felt a gust of wind passing by. Wen Ying had already retracted her gesture and stood there as if she had not moved. Only the slightly rising and falling sleeves revealed the movement.
"I'm in a bad mood right now." Wen Ying's face was as cold as frost, and even her voice was tinged with murderous intent, "I can't beat you one by one, so why don't you all come together?"
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Yan Jing paused holding the chess piece, and lowered his eyes to look at his subordinate who was half-kneeling on the ground reporting.
"You said someone might want to kill her?"
"Yes." The subordinate bowed his head and answered, "Miss Liu Qing sat on the steps beside the bridge for an entire afternoon, and then she saw a man dressed as a beggar and took her away."
"Our people followed them halfway and found a group of people lying in ambush in the direction they were heading. A quick glance showed that they were mostly martial arts masters. In order not to alert the enemy, we did not move forward and only left one person to observe the situation."
Yan Jing lowered his eyes and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips holding the black piece.
The situation in the court was turbulent, but it was mostly divided into two factions: the prince's party and the third prince's party.
The prince implemented benevolent policies and was deeply loved by the people.
But the third prince was quite shrewd and won over several prominent officials, which made him more supported in the court.
His father was the Taifu, the prince's teacher, so he was automatically classified as a member of the prince's party.
He originally thought that Liu Qing might be someone sent by the Third Prince, but besides him, there were others who wanted to kill her.
He knew all the members of the Prince's Party by heart, and his own secret guards could naturally identify them. The fact that he did not reveal the identity of the ambushers meant that he did not know.
It is impossible for the Third Prince to go to so much trouble to kill one of his own.
What's more, a woman with great martial arts skills is more than just a beauty trap. Even if she fails on him, it is not necessary to kill her.
Could it be that Liu Qing does not belong to any school?
After thinking for a moment, Yan Jing held the chess piece in his palm and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Have you checked it?"
The subordinate's expression slightly changed, realizing that the master was talking about Liu Qing's background, so he answered fluently:
"I have checked. Miss Liu is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who has just moved to the capital. She has a clean background and has never been married. But it is somewhat coincidental that the day before the master took Miss Liu out of the house, her family had just bought the Jinhua Clothing Store."
Because she bought the clothing store, the staff helped cover for her so that she could escape from the secret guards' sight... Was she trying to send this signal?
But when they went there that day, the store clerks obviously didn't recognize her.
So after that day, Liu Qing realized that he might have doubts about this, and then he made efforts to make up for it.
She is a smart person.
An intelligent man who is both civil and military, brave and resourceful, who does not belong to any faction of the capital's nobles, but comes here just to be close to him.
The only possibility is that he wants to use the power of the Prime Minister to reach areas that others cannot set foot in.
Yan Jing half closed his eyes, pondered for a while, and put down the chess piece.
"Half an incense stick later, if Liu Qing survives."
The cold moonlight passed through the window lattice and fell into the pair of indifferent black eyes, adding a bit of icy glow.
"I'll give her a chance to take advantage of the situation."
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Wen Ying lit her pipe, took a deep breath and exhaled the misty smoke, casting a layer of nothingness on the bright moonlight.
"You're trying to disguise yourself in front of my Thousand Faces?" Chun Tao stood not far from Wen Ying, with her hands on her hips, looking complacent. "You're still very young! We saw through it at first sight!"
Wen Ying sat on the back of the first beggar and smoked.
There were figures lying on the ground all around, and it looked like they wouldn't be able to get up for a while.
Only her "seat" still had some strength to utter a faint sentence: "You bastard... one day..."
Wen Ying casually thrust the blood-stained dagger in the "chair's" face, and the latter fell silent instantly.
"You are the only one who can speak, so I'll save my energy." Wen Ying knocked the man's head with her pipe. "Next, you answer whatever I ask. If you don't answer, tell a lie, or say something else, I'll break one of your fingers."
“You bastard, I…Ah ...
Wen Ying calmly removed her foot from his left index finger and said calmly, "This is the first time. According to the number, you should have ten chances, but if I change my mind, you may only have one chance."
"You know, I'm not in a good mood today."
The beggar succumbed to the power, pursed his lips and nodded frantically.
Seeing that he chose to cooperate, Wen Ying blew out a smoke ring and asked the first question: "Who sent you?"
Everyone who knew that she was Liming should have died. "Liu Qing" was just a weak little girl and she should not have deserved such a disaster.
When the beggar heard this question, he suddenly stopped talking.
Wen Ying frowned and was about to step on his second finger when she heard the beggar muttering weakly, "Everyone..."
"What?" Wen Ying couldn't help but wonder if she had hit him too hard, beating him so hard that he could hardly speak.
"So...this time..." It was still the sound of a mosquito, and even Wen Ying couldn't hear it clearly.
Wen Ying's brows knitted together. She stood up and walked to the beggar, bowed her head and said, "Speak louder. What are you talking about?"
"I say..." This time the beggar's voice was a little louder, and his weakness suddenly faded away. He shouted loudly, "Only the devil wants to tell you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of cold light blew out from his lips and rushed straight to Wen Ying's cheek.
Wen Ying's face changed, and she reached out to catch the flying silver needle. She was about to curse the insidious villain, but when she raised her eyes, the beggar had already rushed out dozens of meters.
"You!" Wen Ying stood up and was about to chase, but suddenly stopped and looked in the other direction.
Footsteps...
Familiar footsteps!
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