"Tsk——!" Suddenly, she keenly felt something was wrong.
But when she reacted, she saw a sharp dagger stabbed into her waist, and the other end of the dagger was held in Ming Yuanlang's hand.
"You..." Her red lips trembled and she tightened her grip on his collar.
Where did he get the dagger?
He expressionlessly thrust the sharp dagger in his hand deep into her body: "I hate it when people threaten me with Ruoruo!"
How could he allow others to insult the apple of his eye?
"Ming Yuanlang...you actually...killed me?" Gu Bijun was so angry that she hit Ming Yuanlang hard on the chest with a palm.
Ming Yuanlang turned aside and avoided her palm, and even pushed her away with a flick of his backhand!
Although the palm wind was not strong enough, Gu Bijun was caught off guard and was slapped by his palm, causing him to stagger back a few steps before leaning against the wall.
Gu Bijun opened her eyes slightly, covered the wound with the dagger still stuck in it and looked at him in disbelief: "You... can actually do martial arts?!"
Ming Yuanlang stood up and said with an indifferent expression: "Well, I'm not good at academics."
"But you never showed it!" Gu Bijun felt that she had been deceived and stared at him angrily.
No one had ever known that the gentle and elegant Duke of Ming, the head of the civil service, and a great scholar of the Ming Dynasty, were capable of martial arts!
Ming Yuanlang looked at her coldly like an idiot: "How can I kill you now if I show it to you?"
He practiced martial arts back then in order to keep fit and have more energy to read.
When he fell into the hands of these gangsters, none of the military guards and dead soldiers around him were more powerful than him in martial arts, so he would not overestimate his ability to resist.
It's better to lie down and prepare for the funeral.
An official must assess the situation and be patient before taking action. Without this ability, how could he insist on preserving the daughter of the Xiao family in the hands of Emperor Ming who believed in cutting off the grass and rooting it out!
"Hahaha, you are really tolerant. Everyone thinks that you are a scholar and want to die...I think I am smart, but in the end I fell into the hands of the cunning Master Ming."
Gu Bijun sneered at himself.
Ming Yuanlang said calmly: "My daughter is still young, and her child is only a few years old. If I am willing to die and leave her to find my wife, do I have to wait until today? As for the moral integrity of a scholar, that thing can be decorated when necessary.
It looks like it’s still very useful.”
Gu Bijun stared at him and narrowed her eyes: "So this is the real Ming University scholar. The world and the emperor really underestimate you. Your daughter does look like you."
But such a sinister Ming Yuen Long is really charming.
She pressed the dagger on the wound, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her beautiful face, and smiled charmingly
"But this is not bad, Ming Yuanlang, your thing penetrated my body for the first time, it was really hard and sharp, I was very happy to call you, next time something else penetrates your body, call me
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a daughter like you?”
Ming Yuanlang casually wiped the blood on his hands with a silk handkerchief and said expressionlessly: "Are you worthy?"
"Here comes someone!" Gu Bijun became angry and suddenly retreated to the door, shouting sternly.
Suddenly a group of fully armed guards appeared, led by Wei Ye.
Wei Ye saw the injury on Gu Bijun's waist and frowned: "Miss Gu, your injury..."
"Don't worry about my injuries, I won't die! He is a scholar, so he doesn't strike hard. Wei Ye, I order you to capture Ming Yuanlang immediately!" Gu Bijun ordered coldly.
"As long as we capture him, we can threaten Ming Lanruo and King Qin, and we can avenge my father and my brother!"
Wei Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at Ming Yuanlang: "Xiao Qiao said that you are a good hand, sir, so I should keep an eye on it. It seems that you are a real hand, but this sword went down. She still has so much strength to talk nonsense."
Ming Yuanlang coughed solemnly, as if he was a little embarrassed: "I haven't killed many people in these years, so I am getting used to it."
