Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren heard the reputation and looked at him. He was about 50 years old, with a [-]-hu, wearing a colonel-style uniform, with medals on his shoulders, and a circle of sable fur around his barrel-shaped high hat.

At first glance, he looked like someone of some status, but Jing Jiaren hadn't noticed him just now...

"Second Highness," the man said with a smile on his lips, "Why are you here?"

Gong Zihua's face was very cold: "Get lost."

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but your temper is still so big...I think you are too angry, you should take more Chinese medicine for recuperation. Your Yintang is dark, and your luck is not very good these days. Do you want me..."

In the middle of speaking, Gong Zihua suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the other party by the collar: "Will you fart again?"

The middle-aged man originally had a smile on his face, but suddenly withdrew it sternly, pushed Gong Zihua aside and said, "Do you really think you are the Second Highness? You are already a lost dog."

Gong Zihua's fist was about to hit, the man reached out to stop his fist, and all the soldiers behind him raised their guns.

"You have been deprived of your title now, but you are just a commoner. Your Highness thought that you were a brother and sister before, and that's why you were spared." The man put down Gong Zihua's hand, "What do you want, beat the officials?" ? This is not a small crime."

Gong Zihua's fist landed hard on the man's head, and he fell to the soldier behind him because of the punch.

Gong Zihua raised her foot and kicked——

The man was kicked a few times and shouted loudly: "Catch him, beat him, beat him to death!"

The guards all retracted their pistols, and Hulala surrounded them.

Before Jing Jiaren expected what was going on, she was pushed out of the encirclement by Gong Zihua's hand.She staggered a bit before standing still, and saw Gong Zihua clenched her fists, flexed her fists, and fought with the guards.

The man stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took a sip.

"Hit, just hold your breath and hit hard."

Gong Zihua was originally wounded, but the opponent had a lot of people, so he was soon outnumbered.

Punching and kicking, the man didn't think it was enough, he drew the sword from his waist, and drew the knife on Gong Zihua's body...

Jing Jiaren frowned, fell silent for a while and shouted loudly, "Donggong Ziche!"

The man was startled, and all the guards knelt on the ground in fright when they heard the name.

Gong Zihua's face was covered with paint, and his body was cut several times with a sword. He reached out to touch his nose, and a fistful of blood stained the palm of his hand.

The man turned around and saw the shadow of Donggong Ziche, staring at Jing Jiaren coldly: "Bold, you dare to call His Highness by his name and lie about the military situation..."

Jing Jiaren raised her phone: "I've already taken the picture just now and posted it on my Weibo. If something happened to Gong Zihua and I here today, do you know what the consequences will be if His Highness pursues it?"

The man's face became fierce and terrifying.

"You know His Highness didn't kill Gong Zihua, and it's useful to keep him. We came to Wangcheng to see His Highness now... Now, you beat him like this, what do you think His Highness will say when he sees it?" Jing Jia The man curled his lips.

The man was stunned for a moment, and when he heard that Gong Zihua was going to see Donggong Ziche, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face.

"Hmph, that's why he beat the officials first, just to give him a small punishment! Your Highness is sensible, and of course he wouldn't argue with me for a commoner. Let's go!"