Chapter 130: The Power of the Queen

Chapter 130: The Power of the Queen

It had not been long since Xiao Si and Da Liu left, and the sound of small leather shoes knocking on the ground outside the fast food restaurant continued to come. As the hall door was pushed open, a graceful figure walked in.

A beautiful face, a long flowing hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. Zhao Jianhui felt his eyes light up, and the owner of that delicate face also noticed Zhao Jianhui at the first time, and a face that was happy and angry came into view.

The woman was wearing a black snow-white gauze dress, with dark eyebrows of appropriate thickness, big eyes like autumn water, and fine and slightly curled eyelashes that set off the pair of black eyes incomparably charming, her eyes were extremely agile, her straight nose was as delicate as a fine carving, and her wet and soft red lips exuded a faint luster. This natural beauty, without any makeup, was really extremely delicate and beautiful!

Seeing her swaying and radiantly walking into the restaurant, at this moment, everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: Beauty, absolutely beauty! A great beauty with a transcendent temperament! Moreover, she is still very young, at most in her early twenties, right?

Zhao Jianhui's mind was a little confused, and his eyes were a little straight. He never expected that this face would appear here, but that face was dazzlingly beautiful and heart-throbbing. However, Zhao Jianhui watched her slowly approaching him, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Zhao Jianhui asked with a dry throat: "Why... why are you here?"

Long Lingyun smiled: "Why can't I come?"

When Fang Ping saw Long Lingyun coming in, he was happy at first, and then he said with a bitter face: "Xiaoyun, it's a good thing you came, I... my mother didn't come?"

"Humph, how old are you, and you still know how to cause trouble all day long? I was shopping nearby, and I got a call from my aunt and came here first. I guess my aunt will be here soon. Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why don't you make your family worry at all?"

As they talked, Zhao Jianhui almost fainted. He never thought that he would meet Long Lingyun in this place, and he never thought that Fang Ping could be related to him.

Long Lingyun and Fang Ping are cousins? Why does Fang Ping seem like a child in front of Long Lingyun and dare not even say a big word?

After talking about Fang Ping, Long Lingyun turned around and looked at Zhou Wanyi, then at Zhao Jianhui, with a strange expression on his face: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Zhou's sister. I wonder if my sister is big enough to take my cousin away?"

Zhou Wanyi suddenly laughed: "You know me? It's just a joke between children. How can sister take it seriously? If Master Fang really wants to leave, I can't stop him."

Long Lingyun nodded: "Thank you, cousin, let's go." As she spoke, she took small steps and slowly walked towards the door of the hall. Zhao Jianhui stood behind her, not knowing whether he should follow or stay to accompany Zhou Wanyi.

Zhou Wanyi's face was a little uncertain. Her pair of charming big eyes were not worth looking at Zhao Jianhui. She gently pouted and nodded to him.

Zhao Jianhui thought that the women he knew were all smart people. Could it be that these two women knew everything about the relationship just by looking at it?

Thinking about the text message that Long Lingyun left for him when he left, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but feel panic in his heart. Long Lingyun said that if he did anything to let her down, he would cut off his penis the next time they met. It was over. What should he do?

Long Lingyun, who was about to reach the door, suddenly turned around, stared at Zhao Jianhui with his eyes fixed, and said softly: "Aren't you leaving? Or do you want me to wait for you outside?"

Zhao Jianhui scratched his scalp, stood up and followed Long Lingyun out.

As soon as he went out, he heard Zhou Wanyi yelling in a slightly changed tone: "Asshole,...shoot all of them on the spot." Zhao Jianhui paused for a moment, lowered his head, quickened his pace and followed Long Lingyun downstairs. Zhou Laohu was showing his power, so it was better to walk faster at this time.

Fang Ping heard Zhou Wanyi's voice in the room, and sweat broke out on his head. He was the first to run out: "Sister, I'm leaving first. My mother will ask about it later, so please cover for me."

By the Huangpu River, two figures were getting longer and longer under the shade of street lights. The breeze from the river brought a cool breeze from time to time, and the sound of the flowing river water became clearer and clearer. Going further, it was already vaguely hidden in the night, and everything in front of me was so blurry and unrealistic.

"Don't you want to say something to me?" Long Lingyun stopped and slowly turned around, with two crystal tears on his face.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it..." Zhao Jianhui felt that at this moment, any of his words were so pale and powerless, and they were all justifying his shameful behavior, so he decided to tell the truth and express his apology with a word of sorry.

"You bastard, what's the point of doing this on purpose?" Long Lingyun's high-heeled feet kicked Zhao Jianhui's thigh bone hard. Although he didn't really use much force, Zhao Jianhui still felt the pain.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry, that's all. I... what did I say to you?" Long Lingyun said, and raised his left foot again, kicking half of his foot forward, but then stopped abruptly. On his face, two lines of tears fell to the ground like pearls that had broken off the string.

Zhao Jianhui hugged her soft and delicate body and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault. If you want to hit me, just hit me a few times to vent your anger..."

Long Lingyun hugged Zhao Jianhui's neck and hammered Zhao Jianhui's back with his other hand: "What's the point of hitting you? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I..." Zhao Jianhui was about to say that he didn't know what to do, but suddenly heard two sharp whistles from his ears. He leaned over while holding Long Lingyun, and felt that there were two figures in the air, leaving only a phantom, flashing in front of his eyes.

Then, his eyes blurred, and two sturdy and expressionless men with machetes in their hands chopped at him and Long Lingyun again.

Seeing that the two men were very experienced in using knives, and their moves were also very exquisite, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be secretly surprised. The moves used by these people were obviously the Tang family swordsmanship of the ancient martial arts school Zhongchuanzhong.

Most people think that in this era of high-tech modernization, those ancient martial arts schools have long been lost in the long river of history with the advent of the era of hot weapons.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding of most people, and the mysteriousness of such schools creates an illusion for outsiders. Zhao Jianhui's master is a descendant of the ancient martial arts school, and he knows some secrets of the martial arts world, and he once mentioned it to Zhao Jianhui.

The descendants of the Tang family are an ancient school that still exists today, but they are completely different from the Tang family in Liang Daxia's novels. The most earth-shaking appearance of the descendants of the Tang family in the martial arts world was during the reign of Emperor Chengzu in the early Ming Dynasty, when a woman named Tang Sai'er from the Tang family led a peasant uprising in eastern Shandong.

According to historical records: In February of the 18th year of Yongle (1420), Tang Sai'er organized thousands of peasants in the name of the White Lotus Sect and revolted in Binzhou. Later, they moved to Qingzhou and occupied Xiashipengzhai as their base. They defeated the Ming army many times and conquered Qingzhou, Zhucheng and Juxian. Wherever the rebels went, they killed officials, opened warehouses to release grain, and provided relief to the people. Their momentum shook the whole province. Later, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty sent heavy troops to suppress the uprising, and Tang Sai'er disappeared.

The Tang Clan in Sichuan was a branch of Tang Sai'er who moved from Shandong to Sichuan to avoid the court's pursuit at that time. For hundreds of years, the descendants of the Tang Clan have been the embodiment of justice. Who would have thought that someone would come to assassinate him today?

Zhao Jianhui hugged Long Lingyun and spun around, avoiding the knife shadows of the two people. He let go of Long Lingyun and pulled out the belt from his waist. With a single hand shake, the belt actually made a dragon roar.

"Hunyuan Sword?" One of the opponents roared in surprise, his body did not stop, and the Tang sword in his hand rolled up a blade light. Only a series of "ding-ding-dang-dang" sounds of metal clashing were heard. In the blink of an eye, he had exchanged more than ten moves with Zhao Jianhui.

If there was only one opponent, Zhao Jianhui might have won at this time, but two men with equal skills attacked Zhao Jianhui at the same time, which made him a little tired to deal with.

Zhao Jianhui groaned when he was unable to dodge, and a shallow knife mark was left on his shoulder. Although the wound was not deep, blood still flowed out immediately.

This was the first time that Zhao Jianhui was injured by the opponent in public when fighting against someone, which showed that the opponent's kung fu was not given for nothing.

All this happened in just a moment. Zhao Jianhui took a look at the wound on his shoulder, suddenly jumped up and kicked a man away with a fierce whip kick. His body paused, and he appeared in the opposite direction beside Long Lingyun. At the same time, he stretched out his hand, hugged Long Lingyun's slender waist, and ran into the dark night in the distance.

It was a very embarrassing thing, but there was no way, because with Long Lingyun by his side, Zhao Jianhui could not fight with the other party for the sake of face.

"Who is the other party? Why did they attack us?" After being hugged by Zhao Jianhui, Long Lingyun felt that his body seemed to be flying forward like a cloud, and his body was soft and he could not use any strength.

"I don't know, don't talk, they are catching up." Long Lingyun adjusted his posture in Zhao Jianhui's arms, and asked with a little fear: "What should I do? Otherwise, you leave me behind and go first?"

Zhao Jianhui groaned: "What nonsense, hold me tight..."

Long Lingyun cheered, and her little hand was shaking as she pulled out the pistol that Zhao Jianhui had pinned under his armpit: "You idiot, you have a gun, why don't you use it?"

As she spoke, she had already opened the safety and fired a shot at the black shadow behind.