Chapter 492 The Young Master of the Li Family, the Daughter of the Wei Family
Ouyang Rong strode into the chaotic "Earth" VIP room and immediately understood who this "Seventh Sister" was.
"Third Brother, calm down, don't hurt him!"
A woman's voice that sounded vaguely familiar to him rang out, sounding somewhat anxious compared to its previous gentleness.
Wei Shaoqi, who was furious, was stopped.
Ouyang Rong, whose view was blocked from the side and behind, tilted his head and saw that it was a familiar, fair-skinned, chubby female hand blocking Wei Shaoqi.
It was indeed Princess An Hui; this woman's hand had once handed him and Huang Feihong bowls of porridge at the porridge stall in Xingzifang.
"Seventh Sister, step aside! This little beast dared to defile the Wei family's woman's purity! He must die today! Even if I don't kill him, your father will have him torn to pieces! I'm so angry..."
Wei Shaoqi roared and shoved Li Dalang, who was dressed in a white undergarment, to the ground.
The latter was resting her head on Wei Anhui's lap.
Enraged, Wei Shaoqi grabbed a small kitchen knife from the fruit plate on the table, held it in his hand, and stabbed it towards Li Dalang's eyeball.
The next instant, he felt a resistance like a wall.
Ouyang Rong, with his sleeves covered, appeared between Wei and Li, who were standing and lying down respectively.
He had been hiding one hand in his sleeve, but somehow he pulled it out and placed it over Wei Shaoqi's fist that was holding the knife.
He subdued her with one hand.
"Get the hell out of my way!" Wei Shaoqi roared arrogantly, "Ouyang Lianghan, I'll kill you too!"
Ouyang Rong remained calm, not looking at him, but turning to look at Wei Anhui.
At this moment, I finally saw the face of Wei, the little white flower whom the King of Liang regarded as his precious jewel.
Wei Anhui was not pretty; in fact, she was quite ordinary-looking. However, she was petite and slender, so her face wasn't ugly.
With a round face and rather large eyes, Ouyang Rong guessed that her eyes must crinkle when she smiled.
He realized that his harsh words had no effect, and that Ouyang Rong had completely ignored him.
Wei Shaoqi roared, gripped the knife with both hands, and thrust the small kitchen knife forward with all his might.
But... the tall, handsome young man in front of her didn't budge an inch.
Wei Shaoqi looked as if he had been greatly insulted, his face turning red.
"Young master, the princess!"
"Protect the princess! Protect her!"
A vigilant Xianbei guard went upstairs to investigate and discovered the anomaly, immediately shouting for help.
Ta-da!
The floor of the corridor, covered with Persian carpets meant to reduce the sound of footsteps, was teetering on the verge of collapse from the weight of the footsteps. Guests who had been drinking tea in the private booths on both sides of the corridor hurriedly opened their doors and peeked out. A few disheveled individuals, in a panic, jumped out of the windows and ran away...
A group of Xianbei guards dressed in black and carrying swords surged into the VIP room like a tide, blocking Wei Shaoqi and Wei Anhui's way.
They then surrounded Ouyang Rong and Li Dalang.
A series of rapid, sharp sounds of swords being drawn followed by the chilling glint of blades piercing the eyes of the two men.
Li Dalang instinctively covered his eyes and closed them.
Ouyang Rong, however, did not blink.
"He was hacked to pieces!"
Wei Shaoqi, whose fist was pinned down by Ouyang Rong's hand, roared angrily and then tried to pull his hand away.
But in the next instant, accompanied by several ping-pong sounds, Wei Shaoqi felt a dizzying sensation, followed by a sharp pain and numbness in his hand. At the same time, he felt his shoulder being pressed down, and half of his body stiffened and he could not move.
"you--!"
He looked up, staring in astonishment.
I don't know when I switched places with Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong placed one hand on his left shoulder, while his other hand still gripped the fist of the small kitchen knife in his right hand.
However, unlike before, this young man now used his small kitchen knife to directly block the short blade of a cold-faced Xianbei guard who emerged from the crowd of guards.
The three remained still.
The private room was quiet, with only the sound of water droplets hitting the table and the porcelain teacups.
Ouyang Rong's right hand, which was like a pair of pliers, was unharmed, but Wei Shaoqi's right hand was shattered at the base of his thumb, and bright red blood flowed out, dripping onto the snow-white porcelain on the coffee table below, staining the steaming hot tea red.
"Your mother is a servant! You dog, are you blind? Can't you see my hand?!"
Wei Shaoqi turned around and angrily berated the cold-faced Xianbei guard.
The cold-faced Xianbei guard frowned as he stared at the seemingly frail-looking young chief secretary before him, who had lowered his eyes slightly to avoid his master's gaze after being scolded.
Ouyang Rongchao, the military strategist and qi cultivator hidden among the guards, nodded:
"Wei Wuzu or Qin Ruishi? They are still far from being sixth-rank weapon masters."
After saying that, he turned around and gently patted Wei Shaoqi's sore and swollen shoulder.
Under his furious gaze, Ouyang Rong surveyed the entire room, his tone calm:
"Are there any more hiding like rats? Within seven steps, I can take seven down with me before I die, one per step. Counting Young Master Wei who is reluctant to leave me and will definitely accompany me, and this handsome soldier who always tries to be at the front of the line, there are five spots left. Who wants to go first and who wants to go last, let's line up."
As he spoke, Ouyang Rong grasped Wei Shaoqi's right hand, which was holding a blade, and tilted it slightly to the right, so that the blood from the tiger's mouth of Wei Shaoqi's struggling right hand would not drip onto his plain white scholar's robe.
His demeanor and tone throughout the conversation were as if he were simply narrating a story while sunbathing on a bamboo chair and chatting with a passerby.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
No one answered.
Wei Anhui couldn't help but look at the brave young man's unwavering expression.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on his smiling face.
Why is everyone being so polite and courteous? Weren't you all rushing in like madmen before?
"Are you sure you don't want to come and keep your dear master company? What a great opportunity to show your loyalty! Like this fellow, even the master was moved to tears."
The cold-faced Xianbei guard beside him looked extremely ugly.
Wei Shaoqi's eyes were red and tearful from the pain in his hand. He turned to Ouyang Rong, who was restraining him from behind, and said, word by word:
"Ouyang Lianghan, you are the Prefect of Jiangzhou, how dare you commit such a heinous act!"
"Didn't Young Master Wei also intend to hack me to death? So you know I'm the Prefect of Jiangzhou? Yet you remain so lawless and arrogant. Sorry, this isn't Luoyang; it's a bit far from your great-uncle and great-uncle."
Ouyang Rong said calmly.
Wei Shaoqi suddenly composed himself and stared coldly at Ouyang Rong for a while.
He forced a smile and said very sincerely and earnestly:
"You can't protect him. If he touches the Wei family's daughter, he will surely die."
“Alright.” Ouyang Rong nodded: “If he dies, you die too.”
"you--!"
"Young Master Wei, Chief Secretary Ouyang, don't act rashly."
Just then, a rather urgent voice rang out from the doorway of the private room.
The guards who were blocking the view stepped aside to make way, revealing a familiar figure behind them.
"Lin Cheng?" Wei Shaoqi frowned.
Lin Cheng stood at the door and surveyed the situation on the field for a moment.
He then stepped into the private room. The Xianbei guards, who had drawn most of their swords, spontaneously made way for him. As Lin Cheng passed by, he reached out and shoved their swords back into their sheaths.
"I am a Xia Guan Lingtai Lang from the Imperial Observatory. Could you please give me the honor of putting the knife away? Today's matter must be a misunderstanding. Everyone, please calm down."
Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged, and he did not release the person. He also did not put away the small kitchen knife that he indirectly controlled.
He tilted his head slightly, observing the series of actions taken by this unexpected Xia Guanlingtai Lang.
Lin Cheng was the first to walk up to Li Dalang, and with a concerned expression, he helped him up, while also standing protectively in front of Li Dalang.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" he asked with concern.
"Prince? Your Highness?"
Wei Shaoqi, Wei Anhui, and the guards all turned to look.
Wei Shaoqi suddenly asked, "Your surname is Li? Su Fu? Is your name... Li Fusu?"
Before Li Dalang could respond, Lin Cheng cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd and introduced:
"That's right, this is Prince Li Fusu, the heir of the Prince of Xunyang."
"Gentlemen, the son of Emperor Taizong could never be a womanizer. Young Master Wei may have misunderstood something. Please calm down, we'll explain things clearly. Everyone, put down your knives, and Young Master Ouyang too..."
As soon as the surname Li and the words "descendant of Emperor Taizong" were mentioned, the surrounding guards looked at each other in bewilderment.
Some maintained their cold expressions, while others glanced hesitantly at their young master's expression, slowly sheathing their swords.
Wei Shaoqi remained silent, neither immediately expressing his opinion nor stopping the surrounding guards from backing down.
His eyes were fixed on Li Dalang, as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Lin Cheng turned his head and looked at Ouyang Rong with sincere eyes.
Ouyang Rong glanced at him, then at Wei Shaoqi, whose body had stopped struggling.
He released his grip, took a step back, and broke free.
As Ouyang Rong released his grip on Wei Shaoqi's fist, the small kitchen knife in Wei Shaoqi's bleeding right palm immediately fell to the ground and slammed onto the coffee table with a rather jarring sound.
Seeing that all the knives on the field had been put down, Lin Cheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At this moment, Wei Anhui stepped forward and used a handkerchief to bandage the web between Wei Shaoqi's thumb and forefinger.
"Third Brother, your hand..."
While expressing her concern, she seemed to whisper something. Wei Shaoqi frowned, glanced at Wei Anhui with impatience, and glared at her fiercely.
Wei Anhui lowered her head.
"I'll remember what happened today, and this isn't over yet!"
Wei Shaoqi suddenly turned and left, leaving behind a harsh remark, and then unequivocally dragged away his cousin who was hesitant to speak.
The Wei siblings left the Earth-class private room, and the Xianbei guards inside also retreated like the receding tide.
Soon, only three figures remained in the VIP room number 1, amidst a mess on the floor.
Ouyang Rong turned to Li Dalang and asked:
Are you alright?
Li Dalang shook his head and blew on his chafed palm.
Ouyang Rong was still worried, so he stepped forward to check on Li Dalang's injuries, while asking a certain Lingtai Lang who was looking at him behind him without turning his head.
What are you doing here, Brother Lin?
"I was just passing by when I remembered to stop by for some tea."
"This teahouse is indeed quite nice, the decor suits my taste perfectly, and it's especially quiet. After being recommended by His Highness and Miss Qin last time, I've been coming here to drink tea whenever I have free time. But I didn't expect this today... Hey, Your Highness, Chief Secretary Ouyang, how did you get into a conflict with Young Master Wei?"
After examining Li Dalang's injuries, Ouyang Rong patted his sleeves and remained silent.
Lin Cheng looked around and smiled:
"Prefect Ouyang's skills are truly impressive."
"Brother Lin is equally extraordinary. I didn't even notice you coming. It's clear that your movement technique is truly undetectable."
Lin Cheng shook his head:
"My movement skills are good, but I'm afraid of dying. I don't have the courage of Chief Secretary Ouyang, who can face a room full of blades without changing his expression."
"Brother Lin is too modest."
"It's not modesty, it's the truth."
He smiled helplessly and asked again:
"However, I am indeed curious about how Chief Secretary Ouyang acquired all his courage and skills, and what rank he is now."
"It has been reported to Lady He Rong."
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said calmly:
"Back when I was at Bailuyuan, my teachers often said that just burying yourself in books and talking about principles isn't enough when you encounter problems or people. You also need to be able to talk about physics."
"physics?"
“Well, that’s a different logic.” Ouyang Rong said seriously, “Logic and physics, they have to choose one of them.”
"Does it mean persuading by force? That's a novel idea, but it's not without merit. You're a true master."
Lin Cheng murmured thoughtfully, then asked:
"Is that the great scholar from Nanjing, Mr. Xie?"
"Um."
“I had heard of him when I was in Luoyang, and my teacher also praised Mr. Xie as a true scholar.”
Ouyang Rong remained noncommittal, then turned and said:
"Then thank your teacher on my behalf. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb Brother Lin while he drinks his tea."
"Your Highness, Chief Secretary Ouyang, please take care."
At the entrance of the No. 1 private room, Lin Cheng watched Ouyang Rong and Li Dalang go downstairs until their figures disappeared.
After a short while, he turned his head and glanced at the messy private room, walked to the coffee table, and squatted down.
He picked up a small kitchen knife stained with blood, examined it for a moment, and then poured tea to wash away the bloodstains.
Lin Cheng went and peeled a pear to eat.
...
"Return to the Prince's Palace."
"Yes, Tanlang."
Inside a moving carriage.
As soon as Ouyang Rong sat down, he took a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands.
"What did you do to Princess Anhui?"
As he asked the question, his heel silently tapped a violin case under the seat.
Just now in the VIP room of Yunshui Pavilion, he didn't bring his sword case, so he was indeed out of reach. What he said to Wei Shaoqi and the others wasn't entirely false.
From the moment Li Dalang stepped out of Yunshui Pavilion, his expression remained somewhat absent-minded.
He turned to look at the scenery outside the window for a while, seemingly lost in thought. After a short while, he turned back and asked:
"If I said that we didn't do anything, we just had some tea, would Tanlang believe me?"
Ouyang Rong nodded, then shook his head:
"I trust others, but I only half-trust you."
"..." Li Dalang.
Ouyang Rong glanced at his friend's helpless expression for a moment, then asked with a smirk:
"real?"
"Hey, she really didn't do anything. She just sat down and drank some tea. She... her tea skills are quite good. If you hadn't rushed in, I wouldn't have known she was Princess An. I would have thought I had met a slightly silly new tea master."
Li Dalang chuckled and shook his head.
Ouyang Rong frowned and looked at him.
Why is Tanlang looking at me like that?
"You smiled."
"What's wrong with laughing? Why can't I laugh?"
"Alright. Let's get down to business first."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand.
He first told her about what had just happened with Qin Ying, and then sighed:
"Think carefully about how you're going to explain this to Lady Qin."
Li Dalang lowered his eyelids.
(End of this chapter)
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