Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 227: Quotes from Han Jiulang

"Older cousin, what do you think?"

On the left side of the long street, inside a high-rise elegant room, Ji Cunxiao was fanning himself with a folding fan, with a smile on his face.

Not far behind him sat a young man in black, with dark skin, slightly thick lips, and a pair of eyes that had a strange light gray color. His hands were large, and his tone was equally rough: "Boring!"

Ji Cunxiao put away the folding fan, surprised: "As the second of the Ten Great Princes, who has been obsessed with martial arts for twenty years, aren't you interested in Jiang Yuqing, who is also a genius?"

Ji Ligu said, "Lu Jiu is not my opponent, I can defeat him with one move! Besides, the Ten Great Princes are not really powerful. There are many young talents in the capital! What's the big deal about being a so-called genius?"

Since Lu Jiu is not his opponent, naturally he wouldn't care about Jiang Yuqing either.

Ji Cunxiao chuckled lightly, "He has reached the realm of True Qi, having passed the seventh peak of the Jiuluan Mountain, and is now a Half-step Grand Great Master."

Ji Ligu took a sip of tea, "He doesn't really have True Qi, that kind of coiled True Qi is questionable. The seventh peak of Jiuluan Mountain was based on the experience of his ancestors! In short, the Jiang family is just creating a sensation!"

"Do you believe in the flattery and hypocrisy of the court?"

Ji Cunxiao sat on the side somewhat helplessly. Anyway, he believed in Xin Zhuo's abilities. Someone who could create "The Art of War" and "Tao Te Ching" couldn't be mediocre, right?

Ji Ligu looked at him, "Then who should I believe?"

Ji Cunxiao couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, are the things below really uninteresting?"

Ji Ligu held the back of his head with both hands and stretched out his long legs, resting them on the two singing girls beside him, "Just political schemes!"

...

On the long street, Ling Yi took a deep breath and walked towards the luxurious carriage coming towards her.

As she approached within ten zhang, the ten guards beside the carriage were already on high alert, surrounding her with a fierce momentum.

"Miss Ling."

Zhang Guangpu shouted in panic, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. The reason he got involved with Ling Yi was just to enter the Autumn Wind Academy. Now, seeing that Ling Yi was ignoring him, he simply looked at the Northern Practitioner, Miao Xiaoliu, who he had met by chance, "Brother Miao..."

But Miao Xiaoliu was trembling and shrinking, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Zhang Guangpu couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Coward!"

Seeing that the ten or so riders on the street were about to charge, Ling Yi suddenly stopped, her eyes turning red. She cupped her fists and said loudly, "I beg the Prince to release my mother, Ling Fuzi! My mother has no grudges with you. The matter of Qin Yuliu and others has nothing to do with my mother!"

The ten riders surrounded her, their cold killing intent sweeping over her.

But the luxurious carriage continued to move forward, only stopping slowly when it was close. Dozens of guards on both sides stared coldly, without saying a word. There was no sound coming from the carriage either.

A cold pressure spread in all directions.

Ling Yi couldn't help but tremble, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, her eyes filled with determination and stubbornness.

The surrounding streets gradually filled with onlookers.

"Susu..."

The first drizzle of autumn finally fell, quickly bringing a chill to the world.

In the crowd of onlookers dozens of zhang behind the convoy, Xiong Zhang was about to open his oil-paper umbrella, but was stopped by Xin Zhuo, "No need, it's easy to block the view when watching the excitement."

He held a string of sugar gourds in his hand and took a bite, with a piece of red sugar coating sticking to the corner of his mouth.

Beside him, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, and the other six people also had a sugar gourd in their hands, staring at the carriage in front of them with wide eyes.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo seemed to be annoyed, and handed the remaining four sugar gourds to Xiong Zhang, who didn't mind and naturally took them, attracting strange looks from Huang Dagui and the others.

This was the first time Xin Zhuo had gone out in the past twenty days. His mother, Ji Jiugui, had been accompanying him at home. According to his mother's intention, she wanted him to go out and cause trouble, do some wicked things. She was itching to kill a few dishonest people.

But Xin Zhuo felt...

His mother still treated him as an ignorant child. Causing trouble and such things could be done, but bullying people everywhere might be enjoyable, but it didn't fit his style of doing things. Who would do something without benefits? Isn't that nonsense? So he switched to Jiang Yugui.

Jiang Yugui was like a fierce tiger released from its cage, immediately beating up a group of low-ranking officials, beating up some students from the academy, and even kidnapping someone's daughter. But in the end, the other party voluntarily came to apologize. There is nothing more absurd than this. This guy's combat power is too weak.

In these twenty days, he spent eight days studying the principles of the puppets at home. Yes, he opened his mouth and the old lady agreed without hesitation. However, these puppets cannot be used for spiritual purposes, and they do not have any research value. It would take several years to fully train them, and they would also require a special formation to restore and preserve True Qi. What a hassle!

Therefore, for the remaining time, he was dragged by his mother to practice archery. His mother's archery was said to come from her biological father, Jiang Wen. Jiang Wen's archery was unparalleled in the capital back then, and with three arrows, he could determine the fate of three countries in the Western Regions. It's not an exaggeration.

His genetic talent for archery was not bad. At least his hot-tempered mother didn't get angry.

It wasn't until today that he remembered Muyong Yi and Yan Chizong, who were imprisoned in the jail of the Thirteen City Military Department. He specifically came to rescue them and ask them what they wanted from him. He also planned to take Cui Ying'er and the others out to relax.

"Young Master!" Han Qiniang, dressed as a maid, had eaten and drunk well these days, and her skin had become fairer. She discreetly pointed at Ling Yi and said, "Do you have a relationship with her? You two indirectly kissed."

Her words were too direct, and her tone was strange. Ling Yi had never experienced such a thing before. She blinked her blue eyes and simply continued to bite on the sugar calabash.

"Qiniang, you don't understand," Bai Jian had become a little fatter, and he chuckled, "This girl is as beautiful as a fairy. She is a perfect match for our young master... Every young master has a concubine. No one understands the young master better than me!"

"You understand nothing," Huang Dagui stroked his growing beard, "This is called a gentleman's pursuit of beauty."

"You guys are damn right!" Muyong Xiu snapped his fingers and pointed to the carriage, "But I don't understand, why doesn't the young master take the carriage and insists on walking?"

Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "Sitting in a carriage for too long makes your butt sore. Besides, Daddy now understands that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. You have to bear the responsibility that comes with your position. When we were bandits, we were always afraid of being suppressed by the government or wiped out by other bandits. When we entered the martial world, we had to bear the grudges of the martial world. Now that we have entered this noble mansion, we naturally have to endure the flattery and hypocrisy of the court. Even the emperor has to constantly worry about being overthrown by his ministers. No one in this world can truly be invincible. All living beings suffer. This is the true meaning of life on earth. I had a feeling early this morning that something bad would happen on the road. This place is a good ambush spot. Let's see what these people are up to."

Only in front of the old bandits could he truly let go of all his burdens.

Wearing a white silk robe, with fair and delicate skin, Cui Ying'er glanced at Xin Zhuo and whispered, "If you're tired, let's go back to being bandits."

Muyong Xiu and the others instantly became excited. "I think that's a good idea!"

Xiong Zhang puffed up her cheeks. She was already on edge. She was supposed to accompany the young master today, but how did they encounter such a dangerous situation? Was the young master of the Jiang family going to become a bandit again?

Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "We can discuss it, but not now. I need to take advantage of this situation to cultivate and gain some weight."

Pointing ahead, he said, "Danger is approaching!"

In the drizzling rain, the luxurious carriage remained silent.

"I beg the young master to release my mother. Ling Yi is willing to be a cow or a horse to repay your kindness!"

Ling Yi had already shouted this more than ten times, and her voice was hoarse.

Zhang Guangpu stood silently on the side, sighed three times, and looked at Miao Xiaoliu behind him. Only this person was on his side. At least he could help a little. Then, his gaze contracted.

He saw the fear and timidity on Miao Xiaoliu's body suddenly disappear, as if he had transformed from a wandering practitioner into a ferocious beast that chose its prey. He slightly raised his head, and under his wet and messy long hair, his eyes emitted a cold and bloodthirsty light.

(End of this chapter)