Then, before the remaining servants could react, a nimble figure appeared behind them like a ghost.
He kicked one of them away with such force that he knocked them into the wall, and a human figure was deeply embedded!
Feiyun raised his foot again, and with a loud bang, the arrogant servant who had just taken the lead was severely trampled to the ground.
The servant's face was crushed to the ground, but he still had the courage to shout arrogantly: "I...I am from the Earl's Palace of Pingchang..."
Feiyun sneered coldly, "You are just a declining earl, but you dare to let out the dog under your hand, bark in front of my Highness, and disturb His Highness's peace?"
Yan Mingzhu looked up and saw a carved carriage stopped, and a big hand with sharp knuckles lifted the curtain.
Qi Jue is wearing a purple court dress today. He should be coming back from the palace.
His eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like stars, revealing a layer of unbreakable white snow, his temperament is like pine wind, and his face is like a crown of jade. He can only be seen from a distance but not close.
With one hand clasped behind his back, his voice was as deep as broken jade: "At the foot of the imperial city, there was a bold man. Since he was restless and barking, his tongue was cut off and he was taken to Dali Temple for disposal."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
When these servants heard this, they were frightened to death. They didn't expect that even when they went out to do something, they would bump into His Highness King Dingbei, the giant Buddha. Fortunately, they didn't offend him to death!
"Your Highness, King Dingbei, have mercy on me! Your Highness, please have mercy on me! I know I was wrong, Your Highness, please have mercy on me!"
However, Feiyun didn't give them this chance. He raised his sword and lowered it. Only a shadow of blood flashed in his eyes, and he had already cut off several people's tongues.
Yan Mingzhu interrupted at the right time: "Your Highness, let's keep this man here and let him go back so that he can communicate with my father."
The person named by Yan Mingzhu was the servant who took the lead just now.
The servant was so moved that he burst into tears and said, "Thank you so much for not killing me. Thank you so much for not killing me. Thank you so much... ah!"
Before she finished her words of gratitude, Yan Mingzhu took out the sword from Feiyu's waist with her backhand, said to borrow it, and then swung the sword neatly.
The long sword, as sharp as iron, cut off one of the servant's fingers in an instant.
Yan Mingzhu looked down at the person lying on the ground, "This finger is your apology for being rude to my mother."
The servant just let out a scream, and before he could even recover from the severe pain, Yan Mingzhu swung his sword again, without blinking, and cut off a finger again.
"This is because you are disrespectful to me. Let me say it again for the last time. It was me who divorced that good-for-nothing Pei Zhuoran. Pei Zhuoran is the concubine. He is not even qualified to carry my Yan Mingzhu's shoes. Do you understand? If so.
If you remember wrong again, the next time I am cut off will be the head on your neck."
The servant dared not say a word. He never dreamed that the third girl, who was once submissive, could bully anyone in the Earl's Mansion, and had almost no sense of existence, would become so ruthless!
Holding his bleeding hand, the servant dared to reply tremblingly: "Remember...I remember, even the little ones!"
Yan Mingzhu fluttered her sleeves and put the sword back into the sheath with her backhand, saying in a cold tone: "Get out of here."
The servant rolled around, fearing that if he was too late, the sword would cut off his head!
Feiyun handed the remaining four servants, who were speechless, to the guards and asked them to escort them to Dali Temple.
Feiyu happily greeted Yan Mingzhu: "Miss Yan, what a coincidence, but I remember that Yongyihou's mansion is in the opposite direction. How could Miss Yan appear near the palace? Could it be that she came to our home?
Your Highness?"
Looking at his art of speaking, he brought a matter to a very ambiguous level with just three strokes, five divisions and two strokes. I really admire his wit!
Yan Mingzhu nodded, her eyes falling on Qi Jue, "I'm here to deliver something to His Highness."
With that said, Yan Mingzhu lowered his head and untied the purse from his waist.
Qi Jue's eyes fell on the purse in Yan Mingzhu's hand, and he was slightly startled.
Is she going to give him her purse?
Although there is no woman around him to serve him, he is not unaware that since ancient times, women have expressed their admiration by giving a man a purse.
Wait, Yan Mingzhu fell in love with him? When did this start?
The lonely and arrogant His Highness King Dingbei was completely unaware that when he saw the purse and thought that Yan Mingzhu admired him, he only thought about when Yan Mingzhu started to admire him, and never thought about what would happen if she really gave him the purse.
, should he refuse?
But soon, Qi Jue no longer had to worry about this problem, because right after, Yan Mingzhu opened her purse and took out an egg.
That's right, it was a round, white egg handed to him.
"This egg is for Your Highness."
Qi Jue's eyes were startled, and he seemed to be a little unwilling, and then glanced at the purse in Yan Mingzhu's hand.
After a long while, Qi Jue said: "You want to give me eggs?"
Yan Mingzhu nodded, raised her face, her eyes were clear and bright, "Your Highness, don't underestimate this little egg. This is when Your Highness lent me one hundred taels of silver before, I bought some chickens and ducks.
And this egg was just laid by the old hen today. She only laid two eggs. One was given to my grandmother, and the other one was given to His Highness without me even giving it to my cousin. It was a little bit small.
It’s up to you.”
Qi Jue's eyes fell on Yan Mingzhu's palm. Her palm was as white as snow, but this little egg was a bit dazzling in Qi Jue's eyes at this moment.
Therefore, he was overthinking it just now. This girl didn't come to send any token of love, but to send a thank you gift, just to express her gratitude.
At this moment, Qi Jue felt an inexplicable breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.
Saying that, Yan Mingzhu gave Liu Xiang a look, and Liu Xiang immediately took out a package.
Yan Mingzhu took it and handed it over, "Your Highness, here are one hundred and ten taels, one hundred taels is the principal, and ten taels is the profit. Because the shop is not profitable yet, the interest is relatively small. I hope Your Highness will not dislike it.
.”
Seeing the principal and interest of one hundred and ten taels, Qi Jue almost laughed out loud.
Yan Mingzhu saw Qi Jue not moving for a long time, and she was still thinking, His Highness King Dingbei, doesn't he dislike the fact that the interest is too low?
Just when she was about to say something more, her long, jade-like hand stretched out, but only took away the egg. The man's slightly cold fingertips seemed to have slipped across her palm accidentally.
The itchy coolness seemed to pass through the palm of my hand and quickly reached my heart.
Before Yan Mingzhu could think about it, Qi Jue's jade-like voice sounded: "Thank you for accepting the gift. As for the principal and interest, I will leave it with you temporarily. It is regarded as my investment. When the shop becomes profitable in the future,
It’s never too late to pay it back.”
Yan Mingzhu immediately understood that this man was afraid that if she paid back the money, she would have no money to open a shop.
She couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, so she did not reject the other party's kindness, "In that case, I would like to thank Your Highness. If the shop makes a profit in the future, I will definitely give you dividends as soon as possible, and I will never let Your Highness suffer."