"This lady, please be sure to speak well when you are out." Duan Yi's face sank, and Lang Xing's eyes shot out two shocking lights.

Qiao Dieche's pair of almond eyes met Duan Yi's sharp beam, and she pursed her lips and was angry. I don't know if it was because she had not found an enemy for the original body for a long time and could not get rid of the original body's fate trajectory, or the depression that was depressed by someone today and was depressed and stuck in her heart. In short, she now threw all her anger on the so-called little marquis who was so embarrassed that she wanted to beat her up.

Beiyi, Banxia, ​​Zirong and others next to him couldn't stop him. Qiao Dieche opened his mouth and turned his anger down: "I think it's you who should speak well. You are a big man, you have no shame and insist on competing with me as a girl. Dingbei Hou fought on the battlefield all his life, and it's not easy to earn such military achievements. You unfilial descendants who don't know how to restrain themselves, only know how to show your wealth. This is the capital, do you think it's a border city? The emperor doesn't know how to restrain himself, who will have a short life? You must have seen that my status is extraordinary, but you underestimate me as a lady in the boudoir. If you don't ask about your identity, you will have a conflict with me. If you offend someone recklessly, you won't take it seriously. Maybe one day you will kill the enemy on the battlefield, and lick blood on the knife and sacrifice your life in vain. I'll call you a short life ghost or give you my face..."

Qiao Dieche, who was ignorant of life and death, cursing Duan Yi's anger. With a spear dancing, his finger pointed at the tip of the gun, Qiao Dieche felt that her back was snatched like a chandelier and hung it in the air. When she saw the cold-faced young man opposite, she felt even more angry.

Isn’t it just a matter of fighting for his father? She doesn’t believe that Dingbei Hou dares to offend her, the number one civil servant and prime minister of the dynasty?

"Mr. Duan, please spare me! My lady didn't mean it-" Banxia Zirong hurriedly stepped forward and begged for mercy.

Bei Yi's eyes were blurred, and the lady was actually hung in the air. How could this be? Bei Yi and the Prime Minister's Guards behind immediately took action to save Qiao Dieche. Just the Prime Minister's Guards, how could they compare to Duan Xiaohou's group of blood-snow generals who had seen on the battlefield? Therefore, Duan Yi's gun body just shook, and countless minions behind him rushed up and took the Prime Minister's Guards.

Duan Yi then looked back at the little girl who was hung up by him, and smiled thoughtfully, "Your father? By the way, I didn't know which lady you are after talking for a long time? I don't know when there was an arrogant and arrogant lady in this capital who had not entered the capital for many years, and there was a rude lady with a sharp teeth and a stingy mouth, and no ladylike style!"

Qiao Dieche, who was hung in the air, felt really uncomfortable. When he heard the other party ask about the lintel, he immediately prepared to fight for his father: "Listen, I am the daughter of the prime minister's family, the head of the civil servant in the capital. If you offend me, you will definitely not have any good results."

"Oh——" Unexpectedly, Duan Yi nodded meaningfully: "So you are the sick girl from the prime minister's family who is famous in the capital, who is still frail and sick, and can't marry yet?"

Qiao Dieche said angrily with a tiger face: "No one dares to marry you. Just because you are not afraid of causing trouble, you may be on the battlefield one day. Which lady is so confused that she is willing to be a widow?"

He cursed him for a short life? This daughter, who doesn't know how to be rich, just hopes that he will die on the battlefield. He is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and it's still early to die on the battlefield!

Just as he was thinking about how to teach Qiao Dieche a lesson, but the daughter of the Prime Minister's family had suffered from asthma again. She was hung in the air with a gun, but she still covered her chest and coughed constantly. The two maids below were so anxious that they begged for mercy: "Little Marquis, spare our lady! Our lady is weak and sick and can't stand the tossing!"

"I'm weak and sick? Whose patient is as thriving as her? I've never seen him before. Couldn't he pretend?"

Duan Yi felt a little embarrassed when she looked so angry that her face was flushed. But she always felt that this girl was sharp-tongued and sharp-mouthed, so she looked like a patient?

"Let me down, you short-lived ghost. I'll kill you with a shot. If I frown, I'll be a good man..." Qiao Dieche, who was so coughing that she was already speechless.

Hero? Is this Miss Qiao San's gender misaligned? This time Duan Yi smiled with a cold face and put her down very generously. After all, this Miss Qiao San's appearance is very good. When she was sick, she can remind people of the ancient disease Xi Shi. In this way, he is a young hero, so he should naturally pity the beauty.

"Who is short of life? You are obviously jealous of the general's mighty and powerful, so you curse me for a short life? You are so psychopath!" Duan Yi's big red embroidered golden cloak flew behind him. His spear hit the ground, his eyes shining brightly, but his tone had a certain revenge: "It just happened that I don't know what rewards to reward for military achievements this time. I'll just go to the emperor to ask you to be a wife at the celebration banquet tomorrow. Don't you like to be a widow? Then we will compare and see if you die of illness on the bed first, or I die on the battlefield first!"

"You..." After stroking your chest for a long time, Qiao Dieche finally got better, but she heard such bad news. Damn short-lived ghost, she was only sick for a while, but he was definitely the life of a young talent. Why did he have to take a cushion before he died?

She was about to talk back, but Duan Yi had already asked someone to throw a few taels of silver on the ground, asking them to take the black father and daughter away, and it seemed to be leaving. However, an unexpected scene appeared. The tall black slave who was pulled away by Duan Yi did not follow Duan Yi's team, and ran towards Qiao Dieche. He bent his legs and knelt on the ground, clearly expressing his position.

Qiao Dieche saw this and covered her chest and laughed: "Hahahaha...how is it? Sorry, Mr. Duan, this lady is more popular than you. People would rather choose me, a promising lady, than you, a promising general. Hahahaha..."

Duan Yi had already chosen some powerful Kunlun slaves with a group of minions to get on the horse and prepare to leave, but he was so surprised and angry for a moment. He was so brave. The Kunlun slave had a little bit of vision? Would you rather have a sick lady than a genius major general?

"When will it be his turn to choose his master for a mere slave?"

Duan Yi's men were indeed going to come and capture the pair of black slaves. Qiao Dieche hurriedly said, "Duan Yi, are you all under your command a bunch of dogs who bully others and bully the weak?"

Duan Yi's cold face shone with a cold light. He stared at Qiao Dieche on the ground with anger, who looked like a green lotus in the wind, and turned around and slashed at the subordinate who was about to tie the slave back, and regained his cold face again. After glanced at the entire sloppy slave market, he turned around and wanted to leave: "Miss Qiao San, I, Duan Yi, remember you!"

Today is really unlucky. I finally took a look at a Kunlun slave in a slave market. It would be fine if there was a rude lady robbing him. How dare this damn Kunlun slave not choose him? Slaves in the slave market naturally have no right to choose a master, but if a noble person still insists on him after the slave chooses a master, he loses the noble demeanor, which will only make people laugh.

Therefore, the little marquis could only ride a horse and whip away, and Miss Qiao San naturally won a great victory!

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Dear friends, is the writing very bad? How can I collect so little? I want to collect the two lines of Qingshe...
Chapter completed!