famous eldest daughter

Chapter 902
But when the door was closed, through the crack in the door, I saw the figure of the drunken young man being completely blocked by the strong deputy commander of the Xishan Camp. I glanced at the iron-like fists of the deputy commander again. I couldn't help but feel a sore throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

With a heavy sigh in his heart, he closed the door.

He could only imagine what would happen to that drunken young man... He had obviously closed the door with determination, but the store owner shook his finger, drew strength from nowhere, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door open again.

Bazhen Pavilion cannot do such a ruthless thing. If this spreads out, what will everyone say about Bazhen Pavilion... A century-old store in Kyoto must be responsible!
Which restaurant doesn't have a drunk person? What can a drunk person know...

"that……"

The store owner mustered up the courage to push open the door and go in. He was about to take the drunk young man away with a smile on his face, when he was shocked by the scene in front of him and his mouth opened wide.

The deputy commander of the Xishan Camp was tall and thick. One of his arms could almost reach the thigh of the drunk young man. But at this moment, he was kneeling on one knee in front of the young man with a grin on his face. His forehead was as big as a soybean. Beads of sweat fell down his cheeks, and the expression on his face made it painful to look at him.

This...what's going on...the store owner was immediately confused.

As for the young master, he was still holding the girl's face with one hand. His originally fair face had already become swollen.

"You wild boar, how dare you disrespect me? Where did you come from, huh?" The drunken young man said vaguely as he kicked the deputy commander of the Xishan Camp in the chest.

The shopkeeper's eyelids twitched, and he saw clearly that the young master's other hand was holding a silver hairpin, which was pressed against the temple of the young master who was sitting on the throne.

No wonder...no wonder the people in the room are so honest. Four or five military masters, but no one dared to move. I see.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and was about to lift his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat on his head when he suddenly felt startled... No, if this young man treats these people in the house like this, then after he leaves, these old men will still The Bazhen Pavilion must not be demolished...

His eyelids twitched, and the shopkeeper's heart immediately began to beat wildly, "Well, you went to the wrong door!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step back and closed the door with a "snap".

As long as this door is closed and no one in the room calls for help, no matter what happens in this room, it has nothing to do with Bazhen Pavilion.

It doesn't matter!It doesn't matter!It doesn't matter... I thought silently in my mind like a hypnosis, and left all the way. When I passed by Gu Yuqing's private room, I saw the door was open, and I couldn't help but glance inside. There was no one in the room, and I couldn't help but mutter: Why did you leave before the dishes were all served?
Could it be that he was frightened by the sudden intrusion of the drunken young man just now?

His thoughts froze, adding another chill to the shopkeeper's spine.

The shopkeeper in this wing shrank his neck all the way out of the second floor, thinking that he had to tell his boss about this, as long as nothing happened. If something happened, he couldn't bear it!

In that room, in the Han Mo Pavilion, the handsome young man was so drunk that no matter what he did or said, he never let go of the hand holding Gu Yuhe's face, and the strength in his hand remained extremely strong.

Gu Yuhe's face was almost torn off by him.

After kicking the deputy commander of the Xishan Camp a few times and drawing circles on the young master's temple with the silver hairpin, for some reason, his eyes suddenly kept looking like a ghost. He turned and rushed towards the big window facing the street, jumped out, broke through the window and jumped out.

The forward and backward movements were smooth and fluid, and they were only as fast as the blink of an eye.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Others, especially Gu Yuhe and the deputy commander of the Xishan Camp, had been tortured by him for a long time and were already in agony. Now that he left, the color finally started to show on their faces.

"I have heard that the Xishan Camp of your dynasty is responsible for defending the imperial city. As the deputy commander, you can't even fight against a yellow-haired boy? Your dynasty's generals are really drunk!" The drunken young man forced a silver hairpin to his temple. After a while, the young master said coolly with a cold look on his face.

His slender fingers held a blue and white porcelain cup in front of him. The amber liquid in the cup trembled up and down with his movements. The water surface reflected his delicate face, with a mockery in his eyes.

The deputy commander of Xishan Camp was holding the table with one hand and being supported by his brothers with the other. When asked what he said, he immediately made a "poof" sound and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the left side.

"We have heard that the Eighth Prince of the Miao Territory has extraordinary martial arts skills. How come his son is so useless? He had a silver hairpin pressed to his temple and he didn't even dare to move! How can he really be a coward?" As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Gu Yuhe, who was holding his face and standing behind the young master, was grinning in pain. Hearing his words, his eyebrows suddenly stood up, "Please be careful in your words. How can we, Your Highness, allow you to say anything!"

But when she spoke, her cheeks twitched, causing her to break out in sweat, and her momentum weakened.

The deputy commander of the Xishan Camp did not even look at her, let alone answer her words. However, a maid dared to bark in front of her master.

With a snort, the deputy commander of Xishan Camp said: "I have to thank that little brother today. If he hadn't come out of nowhere to make such a fuss, I wouldn't have known that the person who came to negotiate with me was such a weakling. !”

"Go back and tell me that if you want to discuss business, ask him to invite someone with weight to come. If he doesn't have one, ask him to come in person. Not everyone, not just cats and dogs, can come and talk to me!"

After saying that, the deputy commander of Xishan Camp stood up.

When he stood up, new and old wounds on his body were pulled together. The pain made him shake his lips, his face became more and more ugly, he glared at the young master, and said to the people following him: "Let's go!"

Seeing that there was nothing to talk about, the other party was about to leave. The young master didn't respond yet, but Gu Yuhe couldn't bear it any longer. He immediately stepped forward to stop him, "You're leaving now? Where's the money you agreed on?"

It was enough to be scolded for a long time by a brat who was still young, but such a lowly Miao servant who was almost exterminated dared to block his way. The deputy commander of the Xishan Camp was furious, but Gu Yuhe could not finish his words and raised his hand. He slapped the uninjured half of her face.

A man who practiced martial arts on the march had big hands that were already rough and covered with calluses. Adding to his anger, his strength was several times greater than usual. How could Gu Yuhe withstand his blows? He couldn't stand immediately and was thrown sideways. go out.

The young master who had been sitting there silently, saw this, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "An Sui!" He stood up quickly and ran towards Gu Yuhe, whom he called An Sui.

In a hurry, he kicked over the stool at his feet.

(End of this chapter)