Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 241 Fundraising
There was heavy snow outside the pavilion, and the footprints on the road were quickly covered by the snow.

Madam Wu followed behind the old man, her eyes fixed on the Miao Dao at his waist.

She felt her hair and a silver hairpin fell into her hand. She quickened her pace and came in front of the old man. Her speed was so fast that it seemed like it happened in just a moment.

Madam Wu's hand paused at the old man's neck for a moment, then she suddenly withdrew her hand. Her whole body was as light as a rabbit, and she ran away more than ten feet in an instant.

The male and female disciples behind the old Miao man seemed to have not figured out what was going on. Even the old man himself was not clear about what was going on. They didn't know why this woman, who was considered a village woman, had such beautiful footwork.

But soon, the old man straightened his body, he subconsciously reached out to touch his neck, and then his whole body fell to his knees in the snow.

There was a horrifying snow hole on the neck, from which blood kept flowing, dyeing the white snow under his feet red.

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked indignantly at Madam Wu, who was standing ten feet away with her hands behind her back, like a hawk looking for food.

He intended to stand up and draw his sword, but he felt too weak. He covered his neck with both hands, stared with wide eyes at Madam Wu who was standing about ten feet away, staring at the three of them.

Madam Wu said calmly, "If you want to kill him, I will kill you first. This is fair."

The middle-aged man and woman from Miaojiang suddenly reacted at this moment and yelled, "Little bitch! Give me your life!"

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, drew their Miao Daos and ran towards Madam Wu on the snow.

The two men had strong footwork skills. After they took steps, the footprints on the snow became three points lighter. One was soft and the other was hard. Before they arrived, the Miao Dao had already flown in front of Madam Wu.

Madam Wu dodged sideways, and then two Miao assassins punched her.

Madam Wu tiptoed to avoid the fatal attack from the two men. The two men grabbed the flying Miao Dao, turned back, and began to chop Madam Wu fiercely.

Without weapons, Madam Wu's fighting power was greatly reduced. She didn't have the confidence to deal with three people, so she chose to launch a sneak attack and kill the old man first.

However, the martial arts of these two Miao people are obviously not weak. Despite this, Madam Wu can still deal with them with ease.

Madam Wu snatched the Miao Dao from the man's hand and chopped it with the knife, leaving a long groove on the man's neck.

Upon seeing this, the Miao woman sprinkled a handful of powder at Madam Wu, and Madam Wu immediately felt a black screen before her eyes.

The Miao people are good at using poison.

"Little bitch, you've been poisoned by my Gu, let me see how you survive!"

Madam Wu was not afraid. She was alert when she heard the rustling sounds all around her. The footsteps were getting more and more frequent. Madam Wu didn't know who was approaching, but she could tell that more and more people were coming.

Before she had time to think, she felt a black screen in front of her eyes and fell heavily into the snow.

"Caught alive!"

Li Zhen opened his mouth and pointed at the Miao woman. Immediately, the guards from the inner factory rushed forward. Li Zhen did not hide and joined the battlefield.

……

This fundraising event in Meiyuan was initiated by Ning Zhijun, the daughter of Ning Cheng, the left doctor of the Ministry of Rites, and several other women. The purpose was to raise funds to help the victims.

Many young men and women came to Meiyuan today. It was supposed to be a fundraising event, but now it’s more like a blind date meeting.

Shen Ling's father opened a spice shop in Shuntian Prefecture and had some assets. He planned to donate ten taels of silver today.

In his opinion, ten taels of silver were enough to cause a sensation. After he arrived here, he took a fancy to Ning Zhijun and had long wanted to attract Ning Zhijun's attention.

In addition, Ning Zhijun often came to the donation site to inquire about the donation situation, so Shen Ling became interested.

He had observed that few people would donate more than ten taels of silver.

Just when he was about to take the money, Zhu Houzhao and Chen Ce paused. They didn't know how much to donate.

Shen Ling said with an unhappy look on his face: "You two guys, are you going to donate or not? Why are you hesitating? If you don't want to donate, can I go first?"

Zhu Houzhao looked at him and said, "Okay, then you donate first."

Shen Ling was about to take the money, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Hurry up! I am a well-mannered person and I won't cut in line!" Zhu Houzhao glanced at Chen Ce hesitantly, blinked, and asked, "Little brother, how much should we donate?"

Shen Ling said impatiently: "It all depends on your heart whether you donate more or less, and you should donate according to your ability."

Zhu Houzhao said with a sigh, and asked tentatively: "How about we donate ten taels?"

Shen Ling: “???”

You are crazy. I told you to do things within your ability. Do you know what it means to do things within your ability?

Seeing Shen Ling's expression, Chen Ce said to Zhu Houzhao, "It seems to be missing. I think this young master's face is not right."

Zhu Houzhao asked, "Then twenty taels?"

Shen Ling took a deep breath and silently put the ten taels of silver he had just taken out back into his pocket.

Chen Ce asked, "Sir, is this a little less?"

Shen Ling said he didn't want to talk and turned his head away.

I wanted to be in the spotlight today, but two rich show-offs appeared out of nowhere and asked in a sarcastic tone if twenty taels was a little too little.
I know you have money, okay?

"If that's the case, then donate thirty taels?" Chen Ce looked at Shen Ling again.

"Brother! Why are you always looking at me? Just donate yours."

Chen Ce asked: "I just want to ask you how much you donated, so we can learn from each other."

"I'll donate 100 taels! Will you donate?"

Chen Ce shook his head and said, "No, I don't have the ability."

"Forget it, just donate five taels of silver."

Chen Ce and Zhu Houzhao threw five taels of silver each and said, "Brother, come on."

Shen Ling: “?”

Damn, where did these two bitches come from?
Ning Zhijun also came over after hearing this. Hearing that someone wanted to donate 100 taels, he could not help but say gratefully, "Thank you very much, sir. Your action will be remembered."

Shen Ling smiled awkwardly and said to Ning Zhijun: "It's nothing, I just want to do my best."

Ning Zhijun thanks you again.

After pretending to be cool, Shen Ling's heart was trembling. His family ran a spice shop, and although it made money, was it worth it to donate so much money just to show off?
But the beauty is watching here, and my pussy has been blown out. How can I still have the face to live if I don’t donate?
So he said with tears in his eyes: "Give me ten taels first, and the rest will be on account!"

……

"Little brother, you are really a talent. You played that guy around."

Zhu Houzhao laughed out loud.

Chen Ce rolled his eyes at him and said, "Didn't you ask me to vent your anger for you?"

Zhu Houzhao: "Ah? I didn't."

Chen Ce said: "But your eyes clearly told me to dampen his enthusiasm."

"I didn't expect that guy to actually bite the bullet and donate a hundred taels. Isn't he a fool?"

The two were chattering aside, and Shen Ling, who was not far away, heard them and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Good! You two bad guys!
What a pair of bitches! Why don't you just die!

Chen Ce and Zhu Houzhao seemed to feel a resentful look directed at them.

(End of this chapter)