Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 17
The girl was stunned, and everyone present was stunned.

It wasn't until Xiao Tao softly called "Miss" as if she had lost her soul, that the girl came back to her senses.

Her face turned red and she was angry.

Pushing Murong Chen away hard, he shouted: "Here comes someone!"

A dozen secret guards who were proficient in martial arts and armed with swords quickly came from all directions and surrounded Murong Chen and the others.

The girl wiped her lips in disgust while glaring at him hatefully.

He said ruthlessly: "Hit me hard, especially on this face. Don't let him confuse women again!"

"Yes!"

The secret guard immediately drew his sword and headed towards King Chen.

Murong Chen saw that the girl had walked lightly downstairs, and that he would be trapped for a while, so he quickly approached Fei Shi and said, "Follow her!"

"Don't worry, son!"

Fei Shi took advantage of the secret guards to attack King Chen and immediately dodged away.

Although the guards who can secretly protect the girl are carefully selected, their skills are not enough to fight against the world-famous King of War, let alone King Chen who has a strong general who is good at fighting.

In less than half a stick of incense, the two men knocked all the secret guards to the ground without any injuries.

Murong Chen grabbed one of them by the neck and lifted him up: "Whose girl is the person you are protecting?"

The man suffered internal injuries, his face was pale, and he was breathing intermittently, but he looked at death as if he were dead: "She is not a woman you can covet!"

King Chen thought that if such a skilled guard could secretly protect her all the way, she must not be the daughter of a merchant, but could she be a relative of the emperor?

As he was thinking, he put more force on his hand: "Whose girl is this?"

When the secret guard saw that the other party was intent on questioning him, but he could not betray his master, he became heartbroken and prepared to commit suicide by biting the poison hidden in his back teeth.

Murong Chen was used to fighting and killing scenes, and he knew what the other party was going to do at a glance.

He hurriedly threw him to the ground: "That's it, get out of here!"

He didn't want to cause the girl to lose a guard before he even visited her home.It takes effort and money to train a dead warrior like this. If the other person's family members get angry because of this, it will be even harder to take her away.

And take it away secretly...

The mountains are high and the road is far away, will she cooperate?
He thoughtfully picked up the windmill that the girl had thrown away.

One of the fan blades has been deformed, and the colorful silk cloth has a big tear.

Thinking of the way she smiled sweetly at him while spinning the windmill when they first met, he felt as if he was lost again.

Tie Jia looked forward carefully, feeling even more angry.

"The young master can't eat well or get enough for this thing every day, but the prodigal woman throws it away after just one look.

When Fei Shi finds out where her home is, the younger one will go and beat her up, and then grab a better-looking one for the young master! "

Murong Chen glanced at him coldly: "Don't touch her!"

Tie Jia immediately surrendered: "Yes, I'm just saying angry words. The girl is the future mistress of the house, how dare I touch her."

Murong Chen carefully took the broken windmill back to the inn.

Half an hour later, Fei Shi still didn't come back. He was bored and began to look at the colorful windmill.

The image of the girl pouting and saying in despair, "There are still thirty rounds of bad luck to end" gradually appeared in my mind.

Yes, there are still thirty laps left, so unlucky.

He wanted to ask the iron armor to be repaired again, but he had no choice but to have no extra silver in his hand.

He simply moved his hands and corrected the deformed position bit by bit according to the appearance of other fan blades.

As for the large hole in the colorful silk cloth, I really couldn't find any good material around me, so I simply pulled off a piece of my sleeve and wrapped it up.

The small windmill just turned reluctantly.

(End of this chapter)