Jiaohua

Chapter 1613: Couples Fighting Each Other
"Snapped!"

Tian Wu just raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

Pei Huirao staggered, and the silver needle in her hand fell to the ground.

When Tian Wu saw the silver needle, he became even angrier: "You really want to attack me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Huirao slapped him in the face.

Tian Wu took a step back, and Pei Huirao followed with another fist, hitting him hard in the stomach.

When Tian Wu took half a step back, Pei Huirao bent down to pick up the silver needle. Tian Wu reached out to grab her hair. Pei Huirao didn't have time to pick up the silver needle, so she grabbed his clothes. The two of them pulled hard and fell to the ground together.

Tian Wu gnashed his teeth and was so angry that he fainted: "You bitch, you really deserve to die!"

Pei Huirao could no longer laugh and said angrily, "Your Excellency is really kind-hearted to fight with a 70-year-old woman in the street!"

"Do you believe that if I shout now, you will die without a burial place?"

"What a coincidence! I made some arrangements before I left this morning, so I will have a grave and a decent funeral! I also specifically told you to be buried with me. I will be the main person, and you will be my human sacrifice!"

"I was so blind at the time. I should have let you rot in that brothel!"

"Oh, you have also made some progress! If it weren't for my assistance along the way, you might not be able to sit in the position you are in today!"

Three figures quickly ran over from behind.

Seeing the situation on the ground, the three of them were shocked: "Sir!"

The three men wanted to separate the two of them, but Pei Huirao inserted her fingers into Tian Wu's hair and entangled them many times, so Tian Wu couldn't even lift his head.

"Cut off her hand!" Tian Wu shouted.

One of his men immediately drew his sword and slashed at Pei Huirao's left hand. As the blade just touched her arm, a dagger shot out from a distance, with a flash of cold light, and pierced through the throat of the man who drew the sword.

Blood spurted out, splashing on Tian Wu's pale face.

At the same time, Pei Huirao also screamed and reached out to hold the cut flesh, blood instantly seeping between her fingers.

Seeing his men dead, Tian Wu broke out in a cold sweat and grabbed Pei Huirao's wrist and pushed her away.

The other two men also quickly drew their swords, and one of them continued to chop Pei Huirao, but this time the sword was knocked down by a stone before it touched her.

Immediately afterwards, the next stone hit his left eye, and his subordinate screamed and covered his eyes.

The sound of wind suddenly came, and the clear voice of a young girl suddenly rang in Pei Huirao's ears: "Let's go!"

The girl looked thin and light as the wind, but she was extremely strong. She grabbed Pei Huirao's wrist and pulled her up.

Tian Wu subconsciously raised his hand to grab them, but the girl raised her hand and gave him a crisp slap, swinging her slender arm and slapping him hard in the face.

Torches were flickering in the distance, and the troops originally at the gate of Duke Dingguo's mansion were approaching the alley entrance, with noisy footsteps and shouts approaching quickly.

The girl didn't delay any longer, she grabbed Pei Huirao and ran wildly, soon disappearing into the night at the alley.

Almost as soon as they left, Yan Qinglin's men rushed into the alley.

Everyone looked around and saw a mess on the ground, blood everywhere, and a corpse with a dagger pierced through the throat.

The torch illuminated half of Tian Wu's face. His clothes were stained with blood, his hair was disheveled, and his hands were shaking violently.

"Hurry up and chase them!" Tian Wu pointed in the direction they disappeared, his eyes dark and cold, "Pei Huirao is injured, her arm is covered in blood, there will be traces on the ground, hurry up and chase them!!"

Yan Qinglin's men immediately responded and quickly caught up.

"We must catch her!" Tian Wu murmured, gritting his teeth and shouting, "We must catch her!"

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Pei Huirao was lying on the wooden bed, shaking with pain. Her left forearm was covered in blood, and her fingers were almost numb. She was so cold that it felt like she had put her five fingers into an ice cellar. A sturdy and strong woman came over, handed her a few folded clean handkerchiefs, and said to her, "Bite it, or you won't be able to bear it later."

Pei Huirao didn't open her mouth immediately. She turned her head to look at the slender figure not far away. A name was on the tip of her throat, but she was not sure if it was it.

The girl has a slender back, with her hair all tied up. She has a lot of hair and simply tied it at the back of her head. The skin behind her ears and neck is a light wheat color.
She was wearing a simple, low-key gray cloth dress with no decoration. The rough style with wide waist and sleeves still couldn't cover her flexible waist.

And this back, as straight as a pine tree, makes her whole body exude an irrepressible sense of majestic and extraordinary bearing, with the purity and grace engraved in her bones.

She was mixing an ointment, working very quickly.

The men next to him were helping, and they also moved skillfully, passing all the knives and needles over the candlelight.

"Ali...?" Pei Huirao finally called out hoarsely.

Xia Zhaoyi turned to look at her, his clear and bright eyes seemed to look into hers: "Hmm?"

"It's really you!" Pei Huirao was so excited that she wanted to get up, "You, why are you in Yong'an? Shouldn't you be outside the Great Wall?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled faintly: "Well, I'll check something."

Pei Huirao suddenly cried: "What a coincidence, I met you at my darkest moment."

"It's not a coincidence," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "That's my home."

Pei Huirao paused, then nodded slowly: "Yes, Duke Dingguo's Mansion... Then, do you know who I am?"

"I didn't know at first, but I knew after you and Tian Wu had such a fight." Xia Zhaoyi came over with a tray and sat down. "Zhao Ning mentioned you in the letter he wrote to me. Your name is Pei Huirao, and your sister Zhu Xiaohui is in my War Leopard Camp."

Pei Huirao immediately asked anxiously: "General A Li, have you seen my sister? Have you seen her?"

Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "The battle is very intense and the front is vast. I have never seen the War Leopard Battalion. They defended and I attacked. Okay, don't say anything. I will sew up your wound first."

The woman standing beside the wooden bed heard this and didn't even say hello to Pei Huirao. She pinched Pei Huirao's cheek with her left hand, forced her to open her mouth, and stuffed several handkerchiefs into her mouth at once. Her movements were a bit rough and her voice was even rougher: "Bite it! It hurts!"

Pei Huirao mustered up her courage, nodded to Xia Zhaoyi, and then closed her eyes.

The severe pain caused by the wound cleaning, along with the medicine poured by the girl, was stimulated to the extreme.

Pei Huirao tried hard to endure it, but when the needle and thread pierced her flesh, she screamed in pain and raised her head, and then was pressed back by the two women.

Xia Zhaoyi was not affected by her at all and just lowered his head to concentrate on stitching.

When it was almost over, there was a gentle knock on the door.

A girl about twenty-five years old went over to open the door.

Lu Ningjin came in with a basin of warm water, and the waiter following behind him brought a basin of cold water.

"Ali," Lu Ningjin put down the basin and whispered beside Xia Zhaoyi, "The streets have started to conduct strict inspections. People are searching every household on the street."

Xia Zhaoyi looked up at her, his eyes dark and bright, waiting for her to continue.

Lu Ningjin laughed: "Just focus on your business. I have sent people to find an official's house nearby and set it on fire. I also sent people to dress up as patrol soldiers and say there was a fire and we were short of manpower. I led them all away."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled brightly at her, said nothing, and lowered his head to continue sewing.

Lu Ningjin did not leave. He looked down at Xia Zhaoyi's needle and thread moving through the bloody flesh.

After so many years in Qingque Pavilion, Lu Ningjin has grown rapidly and is now able to work on her own. So two months ago, she was secretly sent to Yong'an to assist Mr. Yan Hui in managing the three Qingque Pavilions in Yong'an.

There was another knock on the door.

Lu Ningjin said: "I'll go."

She went over and opened the door. A subordinate handed her a letter and whispered, "It's for Miss Ali again."