Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Wang Ming, it was my son who fell in love with this girl first, why are you arguing with me?" The young man in purple robe looked arrogant.

Wang Ming, who was beside Lin Han, looked gloomy: "Obviously, the young master gave the money, and she has agreed to enter the house with the young master, and she said that you fell in love first, Zhou Tao, can you be more shameless?"

The focus of the two people's quarrel is the girl in plain clothes kneeling on the ground, her eyebrows are frowning in Chunshan, her eyes are frowning in Qiushui, and there is a white plain flower pinned in her black hair.

Beside her was a middle-aged man lying upright, who was obviously prostituted to bury his father.

Seeing the woman's frail appearance that was still reluctant to speak, Zhou Tao became more and more distracted, wishing to hug her in his arms immediately and love her fiercely.

Zhou Tao thought so in his heart and really did it. He stepped forward and grabbed the woman's arm and put it in his arms, and then looked at Wang Ming provocatively: "Today, my son must take her back to the mansion. Don't blame me for being rude!"

"You are shameless!" Zhou Tao's arrogance made Wang Ming gnash his teeth in anger.

"This son is shameless, what can you do to this son?"

"you......"

After hearing the news, Zhao Hui, Jing Zhaoyin, who came over looked at the two parties who were at war, and complained incessantly. They were all dignitaries in Beijing, and he, a little Jing Zhaoyin, couldn't afford to offend him, so he bowed to Wang Ming and Zhou Tao, flattering him. : "My son, please calm down, Second Young Master Wang. Please take a step back and calm things down for the sake of the little things?"

"What are you, get the hell out of here!" Zhou Tao kicked Zhao Hui to the ground: "Why do you want my son to take a step back? If you want to retreat, it's him who retreats. It's hard to live if you dare to grab a woman from this son. Getting impatient."

Poor Zhao Hui, a frail scholar, how can she stand up to Zhou Tao, who has been practicing martial arts all year round?He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale instantly, and the place where Zhou Tao kicked was extremely painful.

"My lord, are you alright?" The accompanying officials hurried forward to help him up.

Zhao Hui stepped forward again regardless of the pain, and said tremblingly: "My son, Second Young Master Wang, this matter concerns the reputation of Marquis Pingyang and Marquis Wu'an, please think twice."

Wang Ming and Zhou Tao's expressions changed upon hearing this.

Lin Han, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Second Young Master Wang, what Mr. Zhao said is very true, why bother to hurt the harmony of the two families because of a woman? Besides, the Marquis of Pingyang has outstanding military achievements, and he is the son of Marquis of Pingyang. Forget it?"

"He has outstanding military exploits in the Marquis of Pingyang's Mansion, and my Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion is still a hero who supports the emperor's ascension to the throne. Are you afraid that he will fail in the Marquis of Pingyang's Mansion? Come and bring that woman to my young master!"

Following Wang Ming's order, the servants of the Marquis of Wu'an quickly rushed forward to snatch the woman in Zhou Tao's arms.

The servants of the Pingyang Hou Mansion naturally tried their best to protect their master, and the scene was suddenly in chaos.

Lin Han had already stepped aside, watching with his arms crossed and his chest cold.

No one knew who pushed Zhao Hui into the chaos. Soon his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his clothes were disheveled and he fell to the ground.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout, and Tian Dutong rushed over with Xiaoweiying. He looked at Wang Ming, Zhou Tao and their servants who were injured to varying degrees, although they stopped fighting, but still glared at them: "In broad daylight! Gathering crowds to fight, do you still have the king's law in your eyes?"

Then he ordered the sergeants to take them all back to the Yamen, Zhao Hui was also carried away by the Yamen servants, and the onlookers quickly dispersed.

Looking at the back of Lin Han who was gradually going away, and remembering the meaningful glance he cast before leaving, a thought quickly flashed in Qingyun's mind, could it be. . . . . .