Mei Qinghuang didn't cry when he was threatened. Now when he saw the blood on Qiao Huaping's hand, tears flew out.
"It's okay, you don't have to worry." Qiao Huaping didn't care much about his injuries and asked several children, "What's going on?"
Mei Qingyao and Mei Qinghuang were both a little excited, and with tears in their eyes, their words were somewhat topsy-turvy.
In the end, it was Mei Qingyu who clearly stated the cause and effect of the incident.
It turned out that when they came back from washing diapers, they happened to encounter this carriage passing by, so they gave way. However, the people in the carriage, probably seeing that the clothes they were wearing were white from the washing, said they were pitiful and actually attacked them from the carriage.
I threw some fruits and so on, saying they were rewards.
The three little guys had never been treated like beggars before. Mei Qingyao immediately picked up the fruit and threw it back into the carriage.
The fruit probably hit the people in the carriage, and the people in the carriage screamed in pain.
The coachman became furious and said that they were ignorant and wanted to whip them with a riding crop.
Qiao Huaping understood. She told the children: "Stand away while I talk to them."
The three children nodded and stood aside.
Qiao Huaping then turned around and looked at the person opposite.
There was a carriage with green curtains behind the driver. Someone had opened half of the curtain and was sitting in the carriage looking this way.
She was a girl who was dressed somewhat richly, with a gold hairpin on her head. She was pretty, and her clothes were gorgeous. She seemed to be a young lady from a wealthy family.
There was also a girl dressed as a servant sitting next to her, with a silver hairpin on her head and light-colored clothes. Her expression was obviously much more wary than that of the wealthy lady.
The eyes of the two women in the carriage fell on Qiao Huaping.
The girl who looked like a maid looked up and down at Qiao Huaping, thinking she was hidden.
I saw that Qiao Huaping was wearing very old clothes, even with rough edges, and a pair of handmade semi-old cloth shoes on her feet. You could tell at a glance that they were cheap goods.
Her eyes fell on Qiao Huaping's face again.
Under the partial sunlight, the birthmark on the half of Qiao Huaping's face was more obvious than usual, and it looked a bit scary.
The eyes of the maid-like girl finally fell on Qiao Huaping's hand holding the riding crop.
Seeing the blood on Qiao Huaping's hand flowing down the handle of the riding crop, the maidservant-looking girl showed a bit of disgust in her eyes. She curled her lips and asked, "Are those three children from your family? Your son is really
You don’t know what’s good and what’s good! My lady and I had good intentions, but your son hit us and almost hurt my lady!”
The groom said loudly: "Do you understand? Our young lady has good intentions, but your son hurts people! I'm just teaching them a lesson and scaring them!"
"Scare?"
Qiao Huaping sneered.
If she hadn't come to stop them, the whip would have definitely ripped open the flesh on the three children!
Qiao Huaping suddenly swung his whip, and the whip flew through the air towards the two people in the carriage!
The two people in the carriage obviously didn't expect Qiao Huaping to suddenly make a move, and their eyes widened in shock!
However, Qiao Huaping controlled the riding whip extremely accurately. The whip did not hit either of the two girls, but hit the wall of the carriage hard, making a dull thud!
The two girls in the carriage were pale in beauty.
They were not hit by the horse whip, but their faces were hurt by the whip wind caused by the horse whip!
The coachman's face turned blue, and he quickly turned back to the carriage, pulled out a long knife from under the carriage, and said in a defensive manner: "Who are you?! I can tell you! We are the Ninshui Meng family, but you can't offend us.
Get up!"
Qiao Huaping waved her long whip with her hand and smiled like a spring breeze. She was very kind: "Don't be afraid. I'm just scaring them."
She whipped her backhand, and the long whip swung towards the coachman and hit him!
"This is the real thing!"
The driver screamed, and the long knife fell to the ground with a clang!
The driver's clothes were torn on his arms, and there was even a blood mark on his forearm! He covered his arm tightly, and blood seeped out from between his fingers. It was obviously in great pain!
The girl who looked like a young lady in the carriage almost fainted when she saw the blood. Her face turned white and blue, and then turned white again.
Finally, that little face looked pale: "You, what do you want to do?"
Qiao Huaping put away the whip, smiled leisurely, and said casually: "It's nothing, it's just that I always retaliate. You whipped me with all your strength, and I will whip you in return. Isn't it fair?"
The coachman covered his arm, his face contorted in pain, and he couldn't help but yell: "That's fair, your hand strength is much stronger than that of a normal person!"
Qiao Huaping looked over coldly and shouted: "Why didn't you say this when you beat my three sons?"
"By the way, let's put it this way, if you bully the small, I should give you another whip." As he said that, Qiao Huaping made a show of whipping you again.
The driver was so frightened that he peed his pants and fell to the ground.
The two girls in the carriage even hugged each other, trembling and looking at Qiao Huaping.
In that look, Qiao Huaping looked like a bully.
Qiao Huaping chuckled and put away the riding crop.
She looked at the two trembling little girls in the carriage and did not embarrass them.
A daughter of a rich family who is high on the top and has no worries about food and clothing may look like a beggar to everyone.
"Yao Yao." Qiao Huaping called Mei Qingyao over.
Mei Qingyao came over.
At this time, he had wiped away his tears and took out the sweat towel that Qiao Huaping used to wipe his sweat: "Mom, I just washed it by the stream. It was clean. Wipe the blood on your hands."
Qiao Huaping touched Mei Qingyao's head with her uninjured hand, and said in a moderate voice: "Others throw fruit to you, even if they misunderstand that you are beggars, but her true intentions cannot be said to be bad.
"Of course you can throw the fruit back, but you also know that you are very strong. When you throw it back, your uncontrollable strength will hurt people."
Mei Qingyao flattened her mouth and said: "Mom, I really didn't use any strength. I also used the method you taught me to visually detect the distance, and used skill to throw the fruit into the carriage. I don't know that sister either
Why does it hurt like that?"
As soon as Mei Qingyao finished speaking, the girl who looked like a maid in the carriage shouted: "...still quibbling, that fruit hit my arm, it hurt like hell!" As he said that, he even rubbed himself in a pretentious manner.
forearm.
Qiao Huaping raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl: "Oh? It hit your arm? Forearm?"
The girl who looked like a maid was obviously a little afraid of Qiao Huaping. It was okay that Qiao Huaping didn't look at her. Looking at her like this, her voice immediately became softer and she quietly moved back: "Yes... it hurts."