C9 (2/2)

Escaping was more important, why bother about chariots?

Qiao Liangjiao waved her hand: ”I'll give it to them, I'll make another one for them tomorrow.”

”Huh?” Ah Kuan and Bai both had bitter expressions on their faces.

After avoiding the crowd, Qiao Liang Jin let go of Xiao Rong.

”You …”

”So noisy!” Qiao Liangjiao shot a look at Xiao Rong, then raised her hand and hit the back of Xiao Rong's head.

That handsome face was twisted by the pain. He held onto the back of his head and asked, ”Why did you hit me?”

Eh? He didn't faint?

Qiao Liangjiao once again chopped out with her hand, and the strength in her hand was also increased. Seeing Zhang Junyan's eyes slowly close, she rubbed her own hand as she unhesitatingly walked forward.

”Miss, what should we do with him?” Pai Tai couldn't help but ask as she looked at Xiao Rong, who was already sprawled on the ground.

”If you want to strip, tear your clothes into many pieces.”

As she spoke, an idea flashed through Qiao Liangge's mind. She stepped back and fiercely pinched Xiao Rong's fair neck. Only after seeing the mark turn red and purple did she nod her head in satisfaction.

”Miss, what are you doing?” Ruo Lan came over and asked in confusion. The place where the young miss had pinched him was near the top. It was summer now, and the clothes could not cover up the mark at all.

”Planting strawberries.” Qiao Liangjiao's face was as if it was taken for granted, and she shot a look at A-Kuan and Bai.

”Planting strawberries?” What are strawberries? ” Ruo Lan tugged on Purple Smoke's sleeve and asked.

Zi Yan's expression was indifferent as she looked coldly at Xiao Rong's neck. Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably as she coughed dryly, ”I, I don't know. Cough, cough …”

”Strange.” Ruo Lan pouted and followed behind Qiao Liangjin. She didn't care what it was, as long as it was the little miss who did it, it would be the right thing to do!

In the pavilion in the city, a man dressed in an embroidered robe was smiling as his eyes glimmered. In his hand was a jade bone fan that was constantly being struck against his palm. He smiled and said to the girl in front of him, ”Princess Linglong, you have truly let me watch a good show.”

The woman's face was like frost, her eyes full of hatred, but her lips formed a coquettish smile. Her pure and charming face immediately became lively because of this smile. She put down the teacup in her hand and said in a small voice, ”I'm sorry that Young Master Ning doesn't mind. As long as you like it.”

Her voice was soft and gentle, just like a person's. However, her pair of small white hands were tightly clenched. Her fingernails were about to crush her palms!