- You're just kidding. This guy will chop off the hand of the person who made the tea if the tea doesn't taste good. If he drinks my cup, not to mention chopping off his hand, I'm afraid he will even chop off his fingernails.
Hearing this secret thought, the corners of the man's mouth twitched suddenly. He wouldn't be so perverted as to chop off people's fingernails, right?
"Master Su, I didn't mean to do that. It's just that my second sister is not very good at tea making. Grandpa told me to keep an eye on her before we left, so as not to offend Master Su. That's why I tried it beforehand."
Jiang Shu stammered as she explained, her delicate face turning pale with fear.
"I don't like smart-alecks."
The tone was light with impatience and mild anger.
Almost everyone was worried about Jiang Shu.
Jiang Yao finally realized that something was wrong with the man. She took a quick look at him and her heart trembled.
——When you gods are fighting, could you please let me, a mortal, leave first and not hurt innocent people?
This sad voice sounded as if the incident was not caused by her.
Su Qianji didn't do as she wished, and his fingers just wouldn't let go of the teacup.
The atmosphere became increasingly eerie, and Zhao Ce hurried forward when he saw the stalemate was getting worse.
"Qian Ji, Miss Jiang's tea doesn't taste very good. You'd better not drink it."
After Zhao Ce finished speaking, he gave Zhao Ye a wink.
Zhao Ye was a little unhappy. He had already drunk it and said it was good. Now he might be slapping him in the face.
Although he was not happy about it, he still said: "Yes, Master Su, this Second Miss Jiang's tea is really ordinary."
"Okay." The man paused, staring at the teacup: "Shouldn't I have the final say?"
The implication was that Jiang Shu's overstepping of authority made him very unhappy.
"Miss Jiang, this is the imperial palace, not your Jiang family. It's better to discipline your sister at home. You've upset Master Su, so why don't you apologize quickly?"
Zhao Ce scolded him twice, neither too light nor too heavy.
Jiang Shu quickly stepped forward and knelt down: "I overstepped my bounds, please forgive me this time, Master Su."
"Chisai."
Zhao Ce's voice was very low, with helplessness and a bit of pleading.
Jiang Yao's eyes blushed when he heard this.
——Looking at the helpless tone, I now seriously doubt which of them is the one above.
Su Qianji's pupils shrank and his hand suddenly loosened.
Jiang Yao was still trying hard, but suddenly he took two steps back with the teacup in his hand, and then sat down on the ground.
The tea sprayed all over her face.
Jiang Yao was stunned, blinking his eyes innocently.
——Why am I the one who got hurt?
"Hahahaha, Miss Jiang, are you okay?"
Zhao Ye finished laughing before going to help Jiang Yao.
In such a depressing atmosphere, only Zhao Ye could laugh, while everyone else was holding back their laughter.
Jiang Yao's face was heavily powdered, and after drinking the cup of tea, it blurred like an ink painting.
Such a funny and hilarious scene made Su Qianji's gloomy face crack a little.
The girl who stood up and sorted her clothes looked at him faintly.
——Fuck you, Suqianji.
What are you talking about?
But judging from the tone, she was definitely scolding him.
"Even though I didn't drink it, it does smell ordinary."
Su Qianji said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ce quickly announced, "Jiang Yao is out of the tea art competition."
He spoke quickly, fearing that Su Qianji would regret it.
But this time Su Qianji didn't say anything and let Jiang Yao be eliminated.
"Qian Ji, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family."
Although Su Qianji's anger had subsided, Jiang Shu still had to ask Su Qianji whether to deal with Zhao Ce.
"This won't happen again."
"Thank you, Master Su. I will never do it again next time."
After Jiang Shu thanked him, she returned to her seat dejectedly.
Jiang Yao secretly rolled her eyes. Although she fell, she felt relieved. She was finally eliminated. She didn't have to participate in the piano performance later. How great.
When passing by Zhao Ce, the girl curled her lips.
——The husband is strict and disciplined.
Su Qianji clenched his fists, and his knuckles gradually turned white.
Only four people passed the tea art competition, and there was nothing to look forward to in the subsequent piano art competition. All four of them were famous in Jincheng for their proficiency in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
So there is no doubt that these four people became the four saints around Su Qianji.
The drowsy Jiang Yao could no longer hear what Zhao Ce was saying, and suddenly a cold light flashed before his eyes.
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, and a green figure flew past him, heading straight towards the wheelchair.
"Chimizu, be careful."
Zhao Ce was some distance away and it was too late for him to catch up.
The assassin's dagger was about to hurt the man in the wheelchair.
No one knew where Langqi, who was behind Su Qianji, had gone, and he was the only one there at this moment.
In a flash, there were screams all around, but the man in the wheelchair stood still without even raising his eyelids. He only raised his hand when the dagger was only a finger's distance away from him.
Jiang Yao's heart was in her throat. This was the first time she had seen a live assassination.
The dagger stopped instantly. The man, who exuded a noble temperament, stretched out two fingers and clamped the dagger, making the assassin unable to move.
The man in the wheelchair was calm and composed, his black hair flying like a strange vortex, and his fingertips seemed to emit a burst of light.
Jiang Yao rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was dazzled. How could she have seen Su Qianji glow for a moment?
"Oh my god, Master Su is so amazing."
"Two fingers, Master Su only used two fingers, and he was still sitting in a wheelchair."
——Tsk, a bunch of crazy fans.
Jiang Yao secretly rolled his eyes, but it was undeniable that Su Qianji was indeed good-looking.
"It's an assassin from the Anan tribe."
Someone saw the pattern on the dagger and exclaimed.
Jiang Yao didn't understand yet and turned his head to look.
Su Qianji suddenly made a move and snatched the dagger from the assassin's hand. With a turn of his wrist, the dagger slashed directly across the assassin's neck.
Jiang Yao widened her eyes, and the scene before her struck her heart.
It's not that she hasn't killed people before. The ghost doctor encountered not only people with minor illnesses such as colds and fevers, but also many in the underworld. Those who forced or threatened her were all punished by her with needles.
But she couldn't do what Suku Chiji did, by slitting her own throat with a knife.
Not only is it creepy, it's also dangerous. This is human blood. If there is any disease, the person performing the operation will be the first to be infected.
However, after Su Qianji swung the knife, his body was clean, and the assassin only started bleeding after he fell to the ground.
"Qianji." Zhao Ce stepped forward and kicked the assassin away: "Are you hurt?"
Su Qianji shook his head slightly and looked up suddenly. The girl three meters away had a colorful face full of shock, and her pupils were filled with horror.
He suddenly wanted to get closer, to hear what the girl was thinking at the moment.
Zhao Ce didn't know what he was thinking, so he quickly pushed the wheelchair and asked Zhao Ye to clean up the scene.
The banquet was about to end, but then an assassination attempt happened, and everyone started to go back home to look for their mothers.
Seeing that no one noticed her, Jiang Yao bent down and quickly left with the crowd.
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