The emperor wants to flip my brand every day

Chapter 157
But at this time, the three of them appeared at the same time, and Yin Xueyan was suddenly struck by a thunderbolt, and finally recovered a few traces of blood on her little face, which suddenly turned ashes.

Qing'er behind her showed joy, "It's saved, miss, we can get away now!"

Zhang Siqun didn't understand why Qing'er said that, and was about to ask about the situation, when he was suddenly whipped and then kicked heavily.

Following the appearance of Young Master Tuesday, Master Xiao Liu, and Third Young Master Wu, the crowd surrounding Zhang Siqun and Yin Xueyan moved out of the way.

All three of them came with weapons in their hands, including whips, knives, and swords, and behind them, there were government soldiers.

People don't fight with officials, and when they saw such a battle, passers-by stepped aside one after another.

"Xue'er, are you hurt?" Young Master Tuesday greeted Yin Xueyan with tears on her face and Zhang Siqun who was closest to him with a whip and kick.

Zhang Siqun got up in pain, and saw Mr. Tuesday holding Yin Xueyan into his arms.

Zhang Siqun spit out a mouthful of blood, his veins popped out, and he was about to reach out his hand towards Yin Xueyan, wanting to snatch her away.

However, before he could touch Yin Xueyan, he was slashed from behind.

Although he missed the point, Zhang Siqun fell down again in pain.

The person who made the move was Master Xiao Liu. He looked down at the man who looked like an ant on the ground, "You are the one who wants to bully Xue'er? You are beyond your control!"

Young Master Tuesday, who was holding Yin Xueyan in his arms, heard Master Xiao Liu calling Xue Er affectionately, his face suddenly darkened, and he swept towards Master Xiao Liu sharply, "You called Xue Er too?"

Master Xiao Liu was stimulated by his words, and was about to draw his sword at Young Master Tuesday, when a sword flew over and cut Young Master Tuesday's sleeve with a loud sound, forcing Young Master Tuesday to loosen Yin Xueyan's waist.

"Xue'er, tell me, how many of them are going on!" The person who spoke this time was the third son of Wu, and his swordsmanship was the most powerful among the three.

As soon as the sword energy came out, the surrounding tables and chairs were overturned.

Yin Xueyan's face was pale, and she has always balanced the relationship between the few people very well, so there will be no accidents.

But she never expected that today, on such an occasion, these people would meet together at the same time.

"I...I..." Even though she was usually eloquent, it was difficult for her to think of words to excuse herself at this time.

Especially Zhang Siqun and her made such a big commotion just now, now there are three more, and there are many onlookers around, today she might not be able to explain it.

Why did it happen, why did it become like this...

In Mingming's plan, it was the princess who was completely ruined by rumors.

Why is the princess safe and sound now, but all the disadvantages are coming towards her?
Master Tuesday: "Xue'er! Talk to me!"

Lord Liu: "Xue'er, tell them who I am!"

Third Young Master Wu: "I also want to know, except me, what is their relationship with you!"

These three people argued endlessly with each other.

Yin Xueyan felt her head was about to explode.

The three of them continued to argue.

Son on Tuesday: "Xue'er is embarrassed to say, let me tell! On the Qiqiao Festival, Xue'er has already made a lifelong decision with me!"

Master Xiao Liu: "Surnamed Zhou, don't talk nonsense, on the day of the Qiqiao Festival, Xue'er was clearly with me!"

Third Young Master Wu: "Joke, she is with you on Qiqiao Festival, so who is the one who spends the night with me?"

These three people actually brought up the matter of spending a good night together during the Qiqiao Festival in broad daylight.

Yin Xueyan was completely desperate.

Zhang Siqun, who was injured in many places, listened to the argument of these people, and looked at Yin Xueyan in disbelief. When he opened his mouth, because he was emotionally involved in the wound, he spurted blood, "They are talking nonsense, what they said is not true Yes, isn't it? No one has touched your body except me, has it?"

(End of this chapter)