Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 66
In the backyard of the private school, in a living room.

"Master, this Zhao Ming is so stubborn, he just refuses to tell Yang's whereabouts!"

A servant took a look at Zhao Ming whose face was covered with blood, lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, moaning in pain, came up to Chen Zhi who was drinking tea above, and whispered.

"Oh? Stubborn and refusing to say?"

Chen Zhi arrogantly glanced at Zhao Ming who was on the ground, got up and came to the side of Mr. Zhao who was unconscious on the ground.

He looked at Zhao Ming who was spitting blood with a smirk on his face, and said coldly: "Zhao Ming, Zhao Ming, you want to fight this young master to the end, then you old father will suffer along with you!"

Turning to the servant beside him, he said: "Come here, wake up this old guy with cold water, and then break a leg!"

Zhao Mingqiang supported his body and climbed to his father's side, blocking the servant's drag, looked at Chen Zhi angrily, and angrily said: "Chen Zhi, you dare to hurt my father, my father taught me a master, a master of talent, You are not afraid of me going..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chen Zhi couldn't stop laughing, and then looked at Chen Zhi with a sneer on his face.

"Zhao Ming, do you mean Ding Wen, the young master of the Ding family? Do you know how his master Juren came to be? You think it's your father's credit, it's a dream! As for the master scholar you're talking about, it's the one who has lost his reputation in Wenjia Village. What is Nian Wen doing?"

Although Wen Gan is the person Chu Shizi wants to find, but his father has already taken out the invitation card as the No. 2 rewarder of today's poetry meeting. Wen Gan, who lives in Wenjia Village, has long since stopped attending the poetry meeting. There is nothing to worry about.

It appeared in his eyes again that day when he saw Yang's enchanting and slender figure and charming face in Mipu, Chen Zhi suppressed the fear in his heart, and spoke eloquently: "I'm not afraid of Wen Qian, he just came, I can't miss it either!"

"Really? Chen Zhi, the only son of Chen Yuan's family!"

Wen Qian walked in with heavy steps, seeing the injured Zhao Ming and Mr. Zhao who was unconscious.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the arrogant and domineering Chen Zhi, his brows furrowed and then slowly relaxed, and he asked lightly, "When? You are a white man, can you despise me, a scholar?"

When Chen Zhi saw Wen Qian, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard his indifferent and cold reprimand, and said angrily: "So you are Wen Qian, good boy, I won't look for you, you came here on your own initiative I'm looking for you. So what if I'm Bai Ding, my father is Yuanwailang, today, this young master wants to settle the old and new debts together!"

When Wen Qian heard this, she immediately realized that this was the man in brocade clothes who had lost money in the Mong Kok gambling house and spoke harshly to him.

Wen Qianmo's face was wide open, with a faint joy in his eyes, and he slowly said, "So, the sky is bright and the sky is bright, and you are going to whip me, a scholar?"

Chen Zhi blinked, a little confused, what did he mean by that?
Could it be that I didn't speak clearly enough?
This young master has already said that he has to settle accounts, why whipping and not whipping, just talk to the master!
"That's right! Today I just want to whip you openly, to let you know how powerful I am."

Wen Qian smiled: "Chen Zhi, this is what you said personally that you want to whip this scholar. I hope that when you go home, you will face your father. Don't deny it!"

Chen Zhi looked at Wen Qian in a daze, not understanding the meaning of his words, and angrily ordered the servant beside him: "Come here, call him and the Zhao family for me, and the rest of you will go to other rooms to find him. Find me..."

"Who are you looking for?" Wen Qian came to Chen Zhi in an instant, grabbed his neck with his right hand, there was a faint smile on Jun's face, but his eyes were full of killing intent.

"You, you dare to...do anything to me?" Chen Zhi looked at Wen Qian in horror, with a stuttering sound in his mouth.

"Why don't you dare!"

The warm, harsh and cold voice reached Chen Zhi's ears.

Then, she chopped Chen Zhi's left shoulder with her left hand.

In the next second, there was a "cracking" sound of a broken bone, accompanied by a miserable wail.

"what……"

The moment Chen Zhi shouted, Wen Qian let go of his right hand.

"Boom" sound.

Chen Zhi fell to the ground, screaming with a pale face.

The sudden change stunned the servants and Zhao Ming. They didn't recover until Chen Zhi fell to the ground.

"Bold, how dare you hurt the young master, I will fight with you." Seeing this, a servant immediately rushed towards Wen Qian.

The rest of the servants rushed over immediately.

"Wen Xiucai, be careful." Zhao Ming shouted eagerly, trying to get up from the ground while supporting his injured body.

Wen Qian looked at the seven or eight servants rushing forward with a slight smile in her eyes.

"Bang, bang! Bang bang!"

One kick at a time, every kick hit their heart.

Not only did it make them suffer severe pain, but it also kicked off a venous blood connecting the body to the heart.

Ordinary doctors can't diagnose the root cause of their physical illness. Within a month, these servants who help the tyrants will definitely vomit blood and die.

Zhao Ming, who had just stood up, looked at everything in front of him, was extremely shocked, and stammered: "Wen...Wen Xiucai, you, you...you know martial arts!"

Wen Qian raised her eyes and saw Zhao Ming's expression changed. There was a look of murder on his face, and a trace of planning flashed across his black eyes.

"Yes, I know martial arts, I don't want anyone to know this secret!"

When Zhao Ming heard this, his baby face, which was already pale, became a little paler, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.

Looking at the indifferent and fierce Wen Qian, the alienation and coldness in his eyes made people feel terrified.

On the contrary, Zhao Ming calmed down, the fear in his eyes became a little sad, and he begged: "Wen Xiucai, I know that the dead are the people who can keep secrets best, give me one day, I will arrange everything, and this life will be given to you !"

Wen Qian was not surprised by what he said, her black eyes were stained with a smile: "I'm joking, but the less people know about it, the better."

Zhao Ming looked at Wen Qian in surprise, his Qingming eyes sank, he pointed at the family servant and Chen Zhi who fell to the ground and screamed, and said with a livid face: "Then what should they do?"

Wen Qian stared at Chen Zhi and the others with a stern look in her eyes, "Don't worry, I have my own way to deal with it."

With that said, Wen Qian came to Chen Zhi, intending to secretly use the hypnotic technique to make them forget what happened today, and worried that they would come to the private school again.

Now that there are no outsiders in the private school, Wen Qian didn't hide his clumsiness, and directly branded them mentally. Seeing Chen Zhi and others who fell into a coma after being attacked by the mental brand, he twisted the two of them with one hand, and threw them out of the private school one after another. the door.

Those who have been branded mentally will suddenly stutter and become speechless as soon as they mention their martial arts skills.

At the same time, Wen Qian discovered that she can now use her spiritual power on people with just one thought, and she doesn't need to let others look into her eyes. Everything goes smoothly.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that Zhao Ming had already supported Mr. Zhao on the recliner and sat down, and was pinching him with his hands.

Just as she was about to reach out to help, she saw that Mr. Zhao had already woken up.

I had no choice but to withdraw my hand resentfully, and said politely: "Sir, are you okay? I'm coming down to see you at the private school!"

Mr. Zhao stared at Wen Qian for a while, with a doubtful but affirmative tone: "Wen Xiucai, you saved us."

"It doesn't count as saving, then Chen Zhi wanted to trouble me too, and I just..."

"Hmph! If you're saved, you're saved. Why talk so much nonsense." Mr. Zhao snorted coldly, interrupting Wen Qian's mother-in-law, with the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe on his staid face.

Turning to his son, he said, "Zhao Ming, you give Wen Xiucai nine bangs to express your gratitude. As for the life-saving grace..."

"No, if Mr. Zhao really wants to repay this life-saving grace, I have a good idea here, but I don't know if you are willing?"

Wen Qian grabbed Zhao Ming who was about to salute, and looked at Mr. Zhao with bright eyes.

"Oh? What can I help you with?" Mr. Zhao looked at Wen Qian suspiciously.

"I would like to invite Mr. Zhao to go to Wenjia Village to be a teacher for the children in the village. It will be fine for one year. If the one-year period expires, Mr. Zhao is still willing to stay in Wenjia Village. I also warmly welcome you."

This idea was decided by Wen Qian on the spur of the moment. After all, she did not expect such a change in the private school before she came.

According to Mr. Zhao's temperament, being able to insist on fighting against injustice once is enough for him to change the mind of a literati.

(End of this chapter)