Ning Yujin sat sideways in the box, leaving only a profile shadow for everyone below.
When she heard Yin Changrong shouting, she knew that he had noticed her, so she immediately stood up and quickly left the box.
Yin Changrong had just found someone who dared to challenge him, and he saw him trying to run away. How could he let him go? He immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Chase him!"
A large number of servants obeyed the order and "coaxed" them all to run to the second floor. Yin Changrong seemed to have forgotten what he was doing just now. He was surrounded by others and went upstairs menacingly.
Everyone in the teahouse had different reactions. Some hurriedly ran out of the way for fear of accidental injury, while others wanted to watch the fun and still made noises. The teahouse owner was busy catching the guests who took the opportunity to escape from the order, and the old man playing the erhu used red
Silk packed the ten snowflakes of silver, pulled the little girl singing and ran away quickly...
Ning Yujin, as for Ning Yujin, had already been led by 108, far away from the box just now, leaving Yin Changrong's group of people to rush into nothing.
In fact, it's not a failure, at least there is a big gift for Yin Changrong in the box.
Her skin is like gelatin, her hands are like catkins, her cheeks are full of tears, and her eyes are full of tears.
Wearing a long white gauze dress, the beauty is sitting in the boudoir, how charming and intoxicating she is.
The servants roughly pushed open the door of the private room, but were suddenly attracted by the scene in the room. They were all dumbfounded and burst into laughter.
Yin Changrong arrived later and saw that everyone was stunned. He couldn't help but become a little angry. He pushed the servants to both sides and walked inside: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Why are you blocking us here if you don't arrest them?"
"Master, this guy... we don't know how to catch him!"
"You didn't do this kind of thing less before? You won't arrest anyone today? I raised you to make a living? You..."
Just as he was talking, Yin Changrong stepped into the box and couldn't help but pause when he saw the situation in front of him.
But after all, he was also an old hand at flowers. He recovered in a moment, put an angry look on his face, and stretched out his hand behind him.
The boy following behind him was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he had reacted, he quickly put the stick in Yin Changrong's hand.
Yin Changrong felt his hands sink. The moment he turned around and saw the stick, his expression changed. He picked up the stick with his backhand and hit the boy twice: "Who wants this! I want a fan, do you understand the fan?"
He took the fan made of gold, bone and jade and made noodles. He did not look at the cold wind blowing outside, fanning himself very stylishly, and walked in.
"May I ask you, why are you crying here?" Yin Changrong whispered softly, with a smile on his face. As soon as he left, he sat next to the woman and asked.
The woman covered her face with her sleeves and kept crying. She originally wanted to say something, but when she raised her head and saw so many people standing at the door, she lowered her head again and refused to speak.
Seeing this, Yin Changrong hurriedly said impatiently to the large number of servants: "What are you doing standing here? I don't know how far that brat has gone, so you should chase after him!"
After Yin Changrong roared so hard, the servants calmed down and all of them retreated, not forgetting to show their wisdom to the young master.
Yin Changrong nodded with satisfaction, looked at the graceful woman again, and felt a heat inside his body, as if something was about to move.
But beauties should always be enjoyed slowly.
He spoke softly and authentically: "There are only you and me in the room now. You don't have to be shy about what you want to say. If you have any grievances, just tell me and I will do my best to seek justice for you!"
"Young Master, are you serious?" The beauty tilted her head and looked at Yin Changrong, her eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was as gentle as water. The look in her eyes and her words immediately made Yin Changrong's bones go numb, and she nodded hurriedly.
"Girl, it's okay for you to say so. I'm the heir apparent to Prince Jingyang. Anyone who sees me as disrespectful or dares to offend you in this Shengjing City is tired of living!"
When the little beauty heard this, she burst into laughter and slowly told her life experience.
She was originally a young lady from a scholarly family. After her family fell into decline, she had no choice but to live in a land of fireworks. However, she has always kept herself clean, only doing art and not selling herself.
Who would have known that a bully had come a few days ago. He was a master of martial arts and domineering. It was said that he was the king of a certain village. He insisted on snatching her away to be the wife of the village, otherwise he would burn down their entire Jinsuoyuan.
The mother had no choice but to send her out to save the lives of the sisters. Unexpectedly, the bully did not touch her at all, nor did he take her back to be some kind of wife. Instead, he bumped all the way to Shengjing and wanted to give her to her.
A certain dignitary, and then ask for a favor.
"The bully you are talking about is the one in white clothes just now?" Yin Changrong became angry when he mentioned that person just now.
He, Yin Changrong, is the leading tyrant in Shengjing. If that guy takes advantage of his territory, isn't that just looking for death?
"Don't worry, I've already sent people to arrest him. What to do with the person after arresting him is entirely up to the lady. How to vent your anger, you must vent your bad breath!"
"Then I would like to thank the young master first." The beautiful woman stood up and turned towards Yin Changrong, her graceful waist swaying to make people's hearts flutter.
Yin Changrong stared at her and couldn't help but swallowed: "It would be too intrusive to say thank you."
What's the point of thanking you at this time? Just pledge yourself to me!
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In the alley behind Taibai Tower, all the servants were tied together by the shadow guards, taking off their coats, like a group of trapped animals.
In front of the door of Taibai Tower, Ning Yujin gave out invoices when he saw people, and kept shouting: "Taibai Tower has free listening to books today, free listening to books, and a cup of tea is given when you go in to listen to books. I'm passing by."
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"Oh, alas, little girls and wives are exempt. Today's content is a bit exciting, so it's not suitable for you to watch..."
"Auntie, are you sure you want to go in? If you can't digest the content in a while, don't blame me for not reminding you."
"Little friend, are you an adult? What books should you listen to? Go home and ask your mother for sweets..."
After all the stacks of tickets in my hand were distributed, the Taibai Building was already crowded with people, and even the corridor on the second floor was lined with people watching the fun.
Seeing that the atmosphere was heated enough, Ning Yujin snapped her fingers and winked at 108.
"It's time for the show to begin."
108 rolled his eyes at Ning Yujin: "Are you sure he didn't see you just now?"
Ning Yujin raised her head and turned her face sideways: "You can see my face from below if I do this? Don't worry, I won't be stupid and expose myself to the enemy."
Guaranteed to make Yin Changrong lose all face, he still doesn't know who his enemy is.