However, she had just rolled up her sleeves, clenched her fists, and was about to rush forward with Fu Liu.
She bumped into a wall, something cold and stiff, which made her nose hurt and brought tears to her eyes.
She looked up at the wooden man holding a sword and dressed in black, and said, "Get out of the way."
The man wouldn't let her pass, so Mo Yunlan turned to the side to avoid him, but as he moved, her face bumped into the sword he was holding to his chest.
My nose hurt, and tears fell.
After repeating this several times, she finally snapped and swung her fist at his face.
Fu Liu, who knew no martial arts, immediately dodged.
She stared blankly as the four of them fought, the two in red seemingly flirting.
This pair, however, were truly fighting to the death, like mortal enemies.
Ling Jingyu was kicked several times by Mo Yunzhao and kept howling.
Although Mo Yunzhao was enjoying the fight, she was both embarrassed and annoyed by the occasional touch of his hand or a hug around his waist.
She was even more embarrassed and angry because she couldn't beat him and was only able to hit him by letting him win.
Finally, she angrily kicked him in the shin and then stopped.
"Let's stop fighting and go."
Mo Yunlan wasn't sure she'd win either. Panting, she glared angrily at the wooden man, "You just wait, I'll beat you to a pulp sooner or later."
The wooden man held his sword to his chest, his face resolute. "Nie You is waiting for Miss Mo at Nian Zhao Pavilion."
“Okay, Nian Zhao Pavilion, eh... Nian Zhao, Nian A Zhao?” Mo Yunlan felt that the name was full of illicit feelings.
Upon hearing her words, Mo Yunzhao felt both embarrassed and annoyed, and quickly left.
Fu Liu quickly bowed to them and then left.
Nie You, holding his sword, looked at Ling Jingyu with a puzzled expression: "Your Highness, why are you at odds with City Lord Mo?"
Ling Jingyu raised an eyebrow, watching Mo Yunzhao leave like a little cat in a frenzy, and smiled as brightly as a peach blossom.
Hearing this, she kicked Nie You, "What do you mean by 'can't get over it'? This is called chasing after a wife."
Nie You, holding his sword, stood firmly and said, "Your Highness, don't take advantage of me just because I've never pursued a wife before. You're trying to drive her away."
Ling Jingyu glanced at him and then followed closely behind Mo Yunzhao.
Mo Yunzhao walked with the speed of the wind, looking just like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Mo Yunlan jogged after her, barely managing to keep up.
Fu Liu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, ran swiftly, her thin, dark face flushed red, barely managing to keep up.
But Ling Jingyu followed behind as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Even though the surrounding scenery was breathtaking, the only thing he could see was that red figure in front of him.
Although Mo Yunzhao couldn't see, the lingering scent of medicine was right at the tip of his nose.
I knew he was following.
She stopped, turned around, and pointed: "Sister, let's go there."
Mo Yunlan looked up and saw a three-story flower boat with red gauze fluttering and red lanterns hanging high. Women dressed in thin gauze were laughing and attracting customers.
Her little face darkened. "That's a pleasure boat, you're not allowed to go!"
But it was no use her saying it; Mo Yunzhao had already started walking away, so she could only sigh and follow.
Ling Jingyu glanced at it, sighed helplessly, and followed closely behind.
"It seems that I have to guard against not only men, but also women. This is so difficult for me."
Flower boats are just another kind of brothel, and women are not allowed to enter them.
But in Moyang City, there really wasn't a place Mo Yunzhao forbade to go, so the madam could only smile awkwardly and welcome her inside.
The women on the pleasure boat had their eyes light up when they saw Ling Jingyu and Nie You, two handsome men, and they wanted to pounce on them.
But Nie You suddenly drew the sword he was holding. With a flash of cold light, the woman on the pleasure boat screamed and retreated, not daring to go forward again.
Mo Yunlan glanced at Nie You with disdain, "Pathetic."
He dared not draw his sword against her, but he drew it with great bravado against a weak woman.
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