Huangdu had already come closer and looked at Ji Fufu with disgust without saying anything.
It was a marriage. If it weren't for the Gongsun family, he would have looked down on this vulgar woman.
Huangdu looked at Ji Tianming and asked, "Who are you!"
Ji Tianming jumped off the sedan chair, ran to the side and led a green donkey out. On the donkey sat a woman wearing a ghost mask, and behind the donkey was dragging a beggar.
"My mother and I are here to give a gift to the bride."
The bustling crowd was confused. They didn't realize that there was such a donkey and two people here just now.
why is that?
Ji Weihan gave the bodyguard beside him a look, signaling him to deal with it quickly.
These three people clearly knew they were here to cause trouble.
When the guard stepped forward and was about to take action, Ji Tianming raised his foot first and kicked the guard on the knee.
There was a click.
The guard wailed and knelt down, his kneecaps shattered and he couldn't get up.
Ji Tianming: "We are here to give you gifts. Please don't do anything, or I will kill you all."
"You are so impudent. Where does this wild boy come from? He dares to arrange for the prince's wedding. Why don't you take it down quickly?"
Ji Weihan couldn't see the depth of Ji Tianming, so he deliberately raised the flag and dragged the royal family into trouble.
The emperor was scolding him in his heart, but he could not scorn his father-in-law in front of the people, so he could only vent his anger on Ji Tianming.
"Come here, take these people down and interrogate them carefully."
Ji Tianming didn't pay attention to the people approaching him. Instead, he looked back at Ji Mingyao, as if asking.
Ji Mingyao understood what he meant and said, "I'll leave these little miscellaneous fish to you. Just beat them until they can't get up. Don't hurt your life."
With Ji Mingyao's instructions, Ji Tianming twisted his shoulders, moved his joints, took out the stick, and started to act.
Ji Tianming's stick skills were outstanding. Facing a group of warrior-level guards, he struck hard and aimed at the vital points, but he was merciful and did not land a fatal blow.
Most of the guards who took a hit would not be able to stand up.
Ji Tianming swung his stick and threw these personal guards one by one in front of the royal family and the Ji family.
"With this strength, you still have the nerve to protect people."
A group of guards lay on the ground, speechless, and began to mess around.
The masters of the royal family couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward one after another.
Huang Du pretended to be the emperor's uncle and was the first to stand up to protect the royal family's face.
"Young boy with a yellow mouth, you have a bad tone, so let me come and pay attention to you."
Huangdu Kao was a powerful martial artist. Although he was at the elementary level, he was still one level higher than Ji Tianming.
Ji Tianming had some difficulty handling the stick.
When the royal family and Ji's family saw this, they sighed that Ji Tianming had such strength at such a young age, and felt a little relieved.
Ji Weihan looked at the ghost-faced Ji Mingyao and said sternly: "Girl, today the royal family and my Ji family are very happy. If you can persuade your son to stop messing around, I will forget about it and treat you to a glass of water and wine."
Ji Mingyao laughed and shook his head.
"Ji Weihan, your acting skills now are not as good as they were eight years ago. Have you gone to sing in Nanqu troupes less often?"
Nanqu troupe? Singing opera?
Ji Weihan was shocked and looked at the ghost-faced girl more and more familiarly.
"You, who the hell are you!"
Ji Mingyao didn't answer, but just let out a low and hoarse laugh.
Ji Weihan suppressed the panic in her heart, no matter who was in front of her, she would die.
Ji Weihan gathered Qi in his palms, and without saying a word, he shot it out with one palm.
In this palm, he used 70% of his spiritual power, vowing to kill him with one blow.
However, the fierce palm wind was about to attack the ghost-faced girl, but she suddenly disappeared and passed by like a gentle breeze on her face, so gentle!
"This, this is impossible." Ji Weihan stared, his eyes resting on Ji Mingyao's mask, seeming to understand something, and exclaimed: "Your mask is a defensive sacred weapon, who are you!"