Chapter 21 Brothel Teaching 2 The two of them raised their heads in surprise, Jing Yirong raised her eyebrows, "Don't want to go? You just ate more than ten copper coins."
"I have money." Nalan Zhenqi stood up suddenly.
Jing Yirong sneered, "You have money? Where did it come from? From the palace? From Nalan Zhenhai? Are you the most useless man?"
Nalan Zhenqi's mouth was pursed tightly together, and his fists were clenched unconsciously. He was asked to put aside his status as a prince and ask prostitutes for money, but he couldn't do it.
"Bad master! When I rescue my mother, I won't have to listen to you anymore." Nalan Zhijin also stood up in anger. Originally, his opinion of this witch master had become much better in the past two days, but he didn't expect her today
But he came to humiliate them again.
"Don't you want to go?" Jing Yirong's tone was stern, "It's okay if you don't go. From now on, when you move out of the palace, don't think about me teaching you any moves. Go back and continue to be your noble prince."
After hearing this, Nalan Zhenqi reluctantly picked up the bowl on the table and walked down, pausing for a few seconds every time he took a step. Nalan Zhijin caught up with Nalan Zhenqi, "Seventh brother, if he doesn't teach us, he won't teach.
We don’t want to go down.”
"Tenth brother, if we move out of the palace, the other brothers will know that we are no longer the master's people, and they will come back to bully us." Nalan Zhenqi understands the things in the palace better than Nalan Zhijin.
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Looking at the humiliating figures of the two people, Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong, "Why do you want them to do this? They also have the arrogance of being princes."
"What kind of man is he if he can't bear this humiliation?" Jing Yirong looked at the two of them alone in the mocking crowd with an expressionless face. She, Jing Yirong, did not want to teach the noble prince.
What Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin didn't expect was that women were more willing to give them money, while only the men with lustful faces laughed at them. Nalan Zhenqi looked at the three copper plates in the bowl and looked at
Looking at the woman half-wrapped in gauze in front of her, an inexplicable feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
Nalan Zhijin's situation was better than that of Nalan Zhenqi. As long as he was willing to speak, the woman would look at him, smile lightly, and give him one or two tung slabs, without him needing to make any fuss.
Jing Yirong looked at everything downstairs. Sure enough, the women from Xiuxiang Pavilion were of high quality. At most, they only laughed at them a few times. How could such a smooth situation let those two boys know what real despicableness was?
Just as he was frowning, he heard an impatient roar from downstairs, Jing Yi's lips slowly raised, and the show began.
It turned out that it was Nalan Zhijin who pulled the arm of a woman who was drinking for a man, "Can you give me a copper?"
As soon as the woman's hand shook, the wine spilled all over the man. The man immediately stood up and raised his hand, "Damn, you stinky cousin."
The woman's body fell to the ground, her cheeks red and swollen. Nalan Zhijin realized that he had gotten into trouble and immediately stepped forward, "How are you?"
"Go away, it was you who touched me." The woman pushed Nalan Zhijin away angrily.
Nalan Zhijin stood there guiltily, "I'm sorry, I, I..."
The woman looked at Nalan Zhijin's hesitant look and waved her hand, "Forget it, forget it, I'm in trouble."
"What are you doing standing there, why don't you quickly pour me some wine?" the man yelled again. With a rough look on his face, you could tell that he didn't know how much money he spent just to visit Xiuxiang Pavilion. It usually lasts for half a year to visit an ordinary brothel.
If you exchange money for a Xiuxiang Pavilion, of course you have to get the money back. Naturally, you are not polite to women. Damn they are all prostitutes, why are they so expensive?
The woman immediately stood up, picked up the wine bottle again and put on a flattering smile, "Sir, please calm down, it was my fault that I was clumsy, I apologize to you."
Nalan Zhijin looked at the woman blankly. The scars on his face were still there but he still had a smile on his face. Wasn't she in pain?
The man's searching eyes fell on Nalan Zhijin's face, "Where did you come from? Could it be someone's little bastard in Xiuxiang Pavilion."
Nalan Zhijin immediately became angry, "I'm not a little bastard, you are."
"You dare to scold me." The man's face was gloomy, and he immediately slapped the table and stood up, "You little bastard, I will let you know how powerful I am today."
Seeing this, the woman hurriedly caressed the man's chest, "Hey, uncle, you really care about this guy. Today you came to see the slave family. It's getting dark now. A spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The slave family is still waiting to serve you.
Come on, don't waste your time on this kid." The woman blinked at Nalan Zhijin, lowered her voice and said, "You're not leaving yet."
"You can leave, but I choose to apologize." Nalan Zhenqi stood beside Nalan Zhijin at some point.
"Apologise?" The man seemed to have heard a joke, "Where did you come from and dared to ask me to apologize?"
"You are a piece of shit," Nalan Zhijin pointed angrily at the man, "We are the emperor..."
Before Nalan Zhijin finished speaking, Nalan Zhenqi covered his mouth. Nalan Zhenqi whispered in Nalan Zhijin's ear: "Master is still up there, he won't be happy if we reveal our identity."
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Nalan Zhijin glanced towards the second floor and closed his mouth helplessly.
The man pushed the woman away, stepped forward, grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar and lifted him up, "What are you? Tell me?"
"Let him go." Nalan Zhenqi immediately stepped forward and grabbed the man's hand. With a slight twist, the man let go of his hand in pain. Nalan Zhenqi fell on Nalan Zhenqi's body and both of them fell down.
land.
The woman immediately stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm, "Uncle, don't argue with them. Go back to the servant's room and let the servant rub it for you. Don't spoil your fun."
"Get the fuck away." The man threw the woman away hard, and the woman's weak body fell out and hit the table hard, and some blood immediately poured out of her forehead.
Nalan Zhenqi helped Nalan Zhijin stand up and looked at the man angrily, "You actually bully a woman." After saying that, he went up to him and started fighting with the man using the martial arts he had just learned. However, the man didn't seem to be a good person either.
The person he was dealing with, Nalan Zhenqi, who had only been in martial arts for half a month, how could he be as powerful as a man? Furthermore, with his thin body of 13 years old, he was no match for a man, so he gradually fell behind.
Upon seeing this, Nalan Zhijin immediately went up to him and joined the fight. Nalan Zhijin pestered the man, and Nalan Zhenqi found every opportunity to kick the man in the chest several times. However, the man immediately raised his leg and pushed Nalan Zhijin away.
He kicked him out, then turned around and kicked Nalan Zhenqi again. The two of them landed on the ground one after another, and the table was broken up.
On the second floor, Nalan Qingyi was extremely worried, "Yirong, they are injured."
"I didn't expect to have a practical opportunity so soon," Jing Yirong was a little excited, "Xiao Yan, how do you think they are studying these days?"
"Although the two princes have only studied for half a month, they have basically used all the moves they learned in the past half month. It seems that in time, the two princes must be first-class masters." Xiao Yan also looked a little bit.
For martial arts practitioners, a real fight with a real sword is the real thing.
The man was even more excited when he saw both of them falling to the ground. Then he lifted a table and threw it at Nalan Zhijin who was close to him.
"Seventh brother, be careful." Nalan Zhenqi hurriedly stepped forward to protect Nalan Zhijin's body in his arms. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain of the table hitting his body. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes without waiting for the pain.
Opening his eyes, he turned his head and found Jing Yirong standing behind them, holding the man's arm with one hand. The table was only one centimeter away from them, but no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't bring it down.
Jing Yirong had a calm expression on her face. With a gentle push, the man staggered back a few steps and let go of the table in his hand. Seeing the situation, the table was about to fall on the woman who fell to the ground, but at the same time,
Two people appeared and stabilized the table.
One of them is Xiao Yan wearing male makeup, and the other is a man who suddenly appeared.
Xiao Yan looked at the man opposite her, wearing a blue shirt, with a flawless jade pendant on his waist, and holding a sword in his other hand. His tall body was nearly a head taller than her own, with a black head tied behind his back, under his sword eyebrows.
A pair of upright eyes are bright and bright, and his whole body exudes a sense of righteousness.
Realizing that someone had taken action at the same time as him, Yang Feng also raised his eyes. After coming into contact with Xiao Yan's crescent-like eyes, he couldn't help but smile and nodded slightly to say hello.
Xiao Yan smiled in return, and the two of them let go of their hands in tacit understanding, and the table fell steadily to the ground.
Xiao Yan walked back to Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong looked at the man with a cold face, "If you even dare to touch my apprentice, you will risk your life."
"Where did you come from?" The man's voice was obviously weaker. From the way Jing Yirong spoke just now, he knew that he couldn't beat him.
Jing Yirong sneered, "You don't deserve to know that Xiao Yan asked him to kneel down."
"Yes," Xiao Yan followed the order and attacked the man. The man punched back, but his three or two blows were okay against Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, but not enough against Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan didn't have to suffer.
The power of gray subdued the man and kicked him hard on both knees. The man's legs softened and he knelt in front of Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong sat down on a bench and looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, whose faces were covered with wounds and disgraced faces, "How do you think we should deal with it?"
"Put him in jail." Nalan Zhijin said angrily.
Jing Yirong nodded lightly and turned to Nalan Zhenqi, "What do you think?"
"It's too easy for him to be put in jail. He didn't even spare a child today and he doesn't know what bad things he did in the past. Master, I think that by destroying his martial arts, he will never be able to harm others." Nalan Zhenqi wiped away the child.
He said while showing the injury on his face.
Jing Yirong still nodded and looked at Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yan, what do you think?"
"I think what the Seventh Emperor...the Seventh Young Master is doing is feasible." Xiao Yan changed her tune in due course.
Jing Yirong glanced at Nalan Qingyi. Without asking, she knew that this man had the same idea as Nalan Zhijin. Then she looked at the man kneeling on the ground, "Looking at your face is really disgusting."
"You bitch, how dare you even touch me, uncle? You know that I am from the Tiger and Leopard Gang." The man stared at Jing Yirong fiercely. Although he was scared, he still tried his best to punish her.