Jing Zhe is Wu De's nemesis.
Since I met him today, I first got beaten up three times, then I was slapped repeatedly by the Prince of Jin's son and his father, and I won't even mention the scolding I received. Finally, I extorted two thousand taels of silver from their family!
If he didn't vent his anger today, Wu De felt that even the girls in Fenfang Garden would lose their appeal.
So he didn't even wait to hear his father's final terms with Jing Zhe before running out to call for help. If he had listened, he definitely wouldn't have been so reckless...
At this moment, he was thinking that since King Xiang had already said that he could be taught a lesson, but not openly, he felt that he had fully grasped the spirit of King Xiang.
Now that it's dark and windy, and everyone's faces are covered, it's the perfect opportunity to teach him a lesson!
When a group of men in black carrying sticks rushed out, Jing Zhe was truly startled.
Seeing the leader's disheveled appearance, even though his face was covered, he could guess who it was.
"Young Master Wu, what are you doing?"
"..."
Wu De kept quiet, thinking to himself that as long as he didn't open his mouth, the other person couldn't be sure it was him!
"Young Master Wu, don't think I won't recognize you just because you don't speak!"
"..."
Wu De remained silent, preparing to call on the others to finish the job quickly, beat him up, and run away.
"Young Master Wu, it must have been Prefect Wu who sent you!"
"You're talking nonsense! My dad didn't send me!"
You can insult me, but you can't falsely accuse my father!
Before the filial son Wu De could realize something was wrong, a constable behind him tugged at him and whispered, "Young master, we've been exposed!"
"..."
Wu De then realized what was happening and cursed Jing Zhe countless times in his mind: Damn it, it's not that I'm not strong enough, it's that the enemy is too cunning!
Then, in a fit of desperation, he pointed at Jing Zhe and said viciously, "So what if he recognizes you? Give him a good beating!"
"Young Master Wu, you absolutely mustn't!"
To be honest, Jing Zhe was still a little scared.
At this moment, Hanhan was not by his side. He was unarmed and weak. How could he withstand so many sticks?
Most importantly, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering, and he's planning to put on a grand show and make a dashing appearance in front of his second sister!
If you get beaten to a pulp, the effect of showing off will be greatly reduced!
"I just spoke with Prefect Wu, and he promised he would never harm me or the Zhang family again!"
"Pooh!"
"vomit!"
Wu De spat, but tragically, he realized that he was covered up and had spat a mouthful of phlegm all over the cloth. When he opened his mouth, it all went into his mouth. He quickly lifted the cloth and threw it away. It was disgusting.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, beat him! Beat him hard!"
He blamed all his misfortunes on Jing Zhe, and became even more furious, ordering someone to be beaten!
"Yes, young master!"
The constables agreed and rushed forward with their sticks in hand.
Jing Zhe had never felt so desperate. Unable to run, he could only crouch on the ground, covering his head, and shout:
"You can hit me, but don't hit my face!"
Upon hearing this, Wu De was quite excited.
You won't let me slap you in the face, but I'll slap you in the face anyway!
"Hit him! Hit his face! Isn't he a big eater? Beat him until his head is a pig's head!"
"Yes, young master!"
Jing Zhe closed his eyes in despair, only able to curse Wu De's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
...
"ah!"
"ah!"
"Heroine, spare my life!"
"..."
Suddenly, the scene changed dramatically. Jing Zhe didn't get hit by the stick; instead, he heard the constables wailing and howling.
He took his hand away and saw a figure in a sky-blue robe standing in front of him with a sword, while the masked constables were writhing on the ground in pain, their clubs scattered all over the ground.
Jing Zhe was moved to tears—every time he was in danger, his beloved would come to his rescue dressed in a sky-blue Taoist robe…
At this moment, Qingqiu took two steps forward, and the gleaming longsword reflected in Wu De's eyes was pale and cold.
"Heroine, spare my life!"
Wu De shouted, then realized that she hadn't actually killed anyone; she had only beaten up the constables.
So he immediately changed his tune, "Please don't hit me, heroine!"
Qingqiu pouted, "I won't hit you."
After saying that, he stepped aside, "But someone definitely wants to hit you!"
Jing Zhe was taken aback at first, then grinned and suddenly realized what was going on.
He rushed up and kicked him over, then proceeded to beat Wu De's face repeatedly. Poor Wu De had already been slapped in the face by the Prince of Jin and his father that afternoon, and now he was being beaten by Jing Zhe. His already not-so-handsome face instantly became a terrible sight.
Jing Zhe squatted down and patted his face, which made Wu De howl loudly.
"Aren't you going to beat me into a pig's head?"
"Let's see who's the pighead now!"
"No, with your looks, you'd be a pig's head even if you didn't get beaten up!"
Aside from yelling, Wu De dared not utter any other dissenting voices.
After having his fill, Jing Zhe kicked Wu De in the butt and said very politely.
"roll."
Wu De scrambled to his feet and ran away in a panic. The constables who had been pretending to be dead immediately followed him out, looking quite disheveled.
"Thank you, Fairy!"
After they left, Jing Zhe bowed to Qing Qiu and thanked her very sincerely.
Qingqiu glanced at him, a half-smile on her face, "It's rare to hear you say thank you!"
Jing Zhe felt a little embarrassed by what she said. He had been holding a grudge against her for cheating him out of money that should have been his, and often spoke harshly to her.
Little did he expect that in just a few days, she had saved him three times, making her his savior. He knew he must never offend a woman with such incredible fighting skills; if he spoke ill of her again, he would be truly out of his mind.
"The fairy has helped me many times. If I don't say thank you, wouldn't that make her feel bad?"
Jing Zhe smiled.
"I don't think you're sincere at all!"
"So sincere! So very sincere!"
Jing Zhe quickly patted his chest and assured him.
Qingqiu hesitated several times before finally pursing her lips and saying, "If you really wanted to thank me, you wouldn't call me Fairy anymore!"
"The key is, if we don't call you Fairy, what should we call you? Calling you Heroine would seem too formal!"
You're talking like you know me really well!
Qingqiu was lost in thought, but didn't interrupt him. It did feel a little strange if he called her a female knight-errant.
"If I don't call you 'Heroine,' should I call you 'Little Qingqing' or 'Little Qiuqiu'? Hmm, that doesn't seem so bad!"
"..."
Qingqiu was speechless. This nickname was disgusting!
She quickly waved her hand to interrupt him, "Never mind, just call me Fairy!"
Compared to this, the title "Fairy Maiden" seemed much more formal. Then she thought, no one else would dare to call her Fairy Maiden except him. This feeling of being unique seemed pretty good too.
But he added, "If you dare call me 'Fairy Maiden' in front of outsiders, be careful you don't end up like them!"
But Jing Zhe's attention wasn't on that. After a moment's thought, he smiled brightly and said:
"According to what you're saying, everyone else is an outsider, and I'm your wife?"
"..."
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