Ouyang Rong quickly walked into the crowded private room and immediately understood who this "Qiniang" was.

"Third brother, calm down and don't hurt him!"

A female voice that was vaguely familiar to him sounded, a little anxious compared to the softness before.

The furious Wei Shaoqi was stopped.

Ouyang Rong, whose view was blocked from the side, turned his head and saw that a familiar fair-skinned woman's palm was blocking Wei Shaoqi.

It was the Princess Anhui. This female hand once handed the porridge bowl to him and Huang Feihong at the porridge shed in Xingzifang.

"Qiniang, get out of the way. This little beast dares to taint the innocence of Wei's daughter. He must die today. Even if I don't kill him, your father will cut him into pieces! I'm really angry..."

Wei Shaoqi said angrily, and violently pushed down Li Dalang, who was wearing a white undershirt.

The latter was resting with his head on Wei Anhui's lap.

Wei Shaoqi angrily picked up a small kitchen knife for cutting and peeling fruit from the fruit plate on the table, held the knife in his backhand, and stabbed Li Dalang in the eye.

The next moment, he felt resistance like a wall.

Ouyang Rong, who was wearing a sleeve, appeared between Wei who was standing and Wei who was lying on his back.

One of his hands that was originally in his sleeve took it out at some point and covered Wei Shaoqi's fist holding the knife.

Hold it with one hand.

"Get out of my way!" Wei Shaoqi roared unruly: "Ouyang Lianghan, I will kill you too!"

Ouyang Rong looked calm and did not look at him. He turned to look at Wei Anhui.

At this moment, I finally saw the face of this little white flower of the Wei family who was regarded as the apple of Liang Wang's palm.

Wei Anhui's appearance is not beautiful, she can even be said to be ordinary, but she is relatively petite and thin, so her face is not ugly at all.

He has a round face and quite big eyes. Ouyang Rong guessed that his eyes should be crooked when he smiles.

Realizing that his harsh words were of no use, Ouyang Rong even ignored him.

Wei Shaoqi roared angrily, holding the knife in both hands, and stabbed forward with all his strength with the small kitchen knife in his hand.

But...the slender and handsome young man in front of him did not move at all.

Wei Shaoqi seemed to have been greatly insulted, his face turned red.

"Young Master, Princess!"

"Escort! Protect the princess!"

The vigilant Xianbei guards went upstairs to check, found something unusual, and immediately shouted for someone.

Thump thump thump thump—!

The floor of the corridor, which was covered with Persian carpets to reduce the sound of footsteps, was shaking due to being trampled on. Guests who were drinking tea in the private rooms on both sides of the corridor hurriedly opened the door and poked their heads out, and some disheveled people jumped out of the window in a panic.

Run away...

A group of Xianbei guards in black clothes and crotch swords poured into the private room like a tide, blocking Wei Shaoqi and Wei Anhui.

And they surrounded Ouyang Rong and Li Dalang.

There was a series of "clear and clear" sounds of drawing swords, followed by the cold light of the weapon, which pierced the eyes of the two of them.

Li Dalang subconsciously covered his eyes.

Ouyang Rong did not blink his eyes.

"He was chopped with knives!"

Wei Shaoqi, who was holding his fist with one hand by Ouyang Rong, roared and ordered, and after speaking, he pulled his hand away.

But the next moment, with the sound of ping-pong, Wei Shaoqi felt the world spin for a while, and then his jaw was shaken, and the pain was extremely numb. At the same time, he felt that his shoulders were being held down, and half of his body was so stiff that he could not move.

"you--!"

He raised his head and stared.

I don’t know when he changed places with Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong put one hand on his left shoulder, and the other hand still grasped his right fist holding the small kitchen knife.

However, what was different from just now was that at this moment, he actually used the small kitchen knife in his hand to directly block the short blade of a cold-faced Xianbei guard who emerged from the crowd of guards next to him.

The three of them remained motionless.

There was some silence in the private room, only the sound of water drops hitting the table and the porcelain tea cup.

I saw that Ouyang Rong's vise-like right hand was fine, but the jaw of Wei Shaoqi's right hand was shattered, and bright red blood flowed out, dripping on the snow-white porcelain of the coffee table below, staining the white mist of hot tea red.

"Your mother and maidservant! The dog doesn't have eyes? Didn't you see my hand there?!"

Wei Shaoqi turned around and scolded the cold-faced Xianbei guards angrily.

The cold-faced Xianbei guard was frowning as he stared at the frail-looking Crown Chief Shi in front of him. After being scolded by his master, he slightly lowered his eyes to avoid looking at him.

Ouyang Rong nodded towards the military qigong practitioner hidden among the guards:

"Wei warriors or Qin Rui soldiers? They are still far from being a sixth-grade weapon expert."

After saying that, he turned around and gently patted Wei Shaoqi's sore and swollen shoulder.

Under his angry eyes, Ouyang Rong looked around the audience and spoke calmly:

"Is there anyone else hiding like a mouse? Within seven steps, I can take seven of them down before I die, one step at a time. Counting Mr. Wei who is reluctant to stay with me and will definitely stay with me, and the person who queues up and grabs the front one who is the most popular.

Except for this fellow military cultivator, there are five positions left. Which of you goes first and who comes last, please line up."

While speaking, Ouyang Rong held Wei Shaoqi's blade-holding fist's right hand and tilted it slightly to the right, so that the blood from the tiger's mouth of Wei Shaoqi's right hand, which was constantly struggling, could not splash onto his plain white Confucian shirt.

superior.

And the way he spoke the whole time was like chatting with passers-by while basking in the sun on a bamboo chair, simply describing one thing.

There was dead silence in the whole place.

No one answered.

Wei Anhui couldn't help but look at the calm expression on this brave young man's face.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on his smiling face.

"Why are you all so polite and humble? Didn't everyone rush in before?

"Are you sure you can't come to accompany your dear master? What a great opportunity to show your loyalty. Like this dear friend, my master was moved to tears."

The cold-faced Xianbei guard next to him looked extremely ugly.

Wei Shaoqi's eyes were red and filled with tears because of the pain in his mouth. He turned his head towards Ouyang Rong who was behind him and restrained him, and said word by word:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you are the governor of Jiangzhou, how dare you commit murder!"

"Young master Wei, don't you want to hack me to death? It turns out that I know that I am the governor of Jiangzhou, but you are still so lawless, unruly and arrogant. I'm sorry, this is not Luoyang. It's a bit far away from your eldest and second father."

Ouyang Rong said calmly.

Wei Shaoqi suddenly calmed down his expression and stared at Ouyang Rong coldly for a while.

He forced a smile on his face and said very sincerely:

"If you can't protect him, if you touch the daughter of the Wei family, he will die."

"Okay." Ouyang Rong nodded: "If he dies, you will die too."

"you--!"

"Mr. Wei, Ouyang Changshi, don't be impulsive."

At this moment, a rather urgent voice sounded from the door of the box.

The guards blocking the view stepped aside to get out of the way, revealing a familiar figure behind them.

"Lin Cheng?" Wei Shaoqi frowned.

Lin Cheng stood at the door and took stock of the situation for a moment.

Then he stepped forward and walked into the box. The Xianbei guards who had drawn most of their white swords spontaneously moved out of the way. When Lin Cheng passed by, he reached out and pushed their waist knives back into their sheaths one by one.

"I am Sitianjian Xia Guanlingtailang. Can you please give me some face and take the knife back? What happened today must be a misunderstanding. Everyone, calm down."

Ouyang Rong's expression did not change and he did not let go. The small kitchen knife he indirectly controlled in his hand did not put away.

He tilted his head slightly and watched the sudden actions of Xia Guan Lingtai Lang.

Lin Cheng was the first to walk up to Li Dalang and pulled him up with a concerned look on his face. At the same time, he stood in front of Li Dalang to protect him.

"Your Highness, are you not injured?" he asked with concern.

"Prince? Your Highness?"

Wei Shaoqi, Wei Anhui and all the guards looked at him sideways.

Wei Shaoqi suddenly asked: "Is your surname Li? Su Fu? Is your name...Li Fusu?"

Without waiting for Dalang to respond, Lin Cheng bowed his hands to everyone and introduced:
To be continued...