Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

As reckless as Ji Xiaotao is, she has no idea who is talking nonsense on the other end of the phone, but that doesn't stop our Miss Ji from fighting with swords and sabers, and fighting to the death.

What Xiukou can tell is basically half of the Jiang family tree.

To be honest, Ji Xiaotao was indeed two or three years younger than Jiang Xifeng. In addition, she was sharp-tongued, witty, and usually unyielding, which made Jiang Xifeng so upset that she took a long time to recover.

You know, our eldest daughter of the Jiang family, although she has a carefree personality, coupled with her heroic and resolute style of doing things, always makes people feel a sense of security and assurance that she can do everything.

But what he usually reads are some elegant things, unlike Ji Xiaotao. Due to her young age and the influence of Western ideas, most of the oil painters have very trendy and fashionable ideas. When they curse, they have no psychological burden or baggage, and their main focus is to follow their heart.

Unlike Jiang Xifeng, who was full of worries and had to think for a long time before scolding someone, so she was naturally at a disadvantage.

But even though it was just the first attempt at tit-for-tat, Ji Xiaotao, who had been accustomed to a life of luxury, still felt very angry.

Ji Xiaotao's heart was pounding. She had never encountered such a direct and intense verbal confrontation.

Although the voice on the other end of the phone was indistinct, every word pierced her self-esteem like a needle tip. Jiang Xifeng's words were like ice arrows, piercing through the telephone line and piercing Ji Xiaotao's most sensitive part. She felt an unprecedented anger and shame - anger at being accused like this, and shame for her past being exposed like this.

Her eyes widened as if she wanted to see through the receiver to see who dared to speak to her like that. Her breathing became rapid, and she almost crushed the receiver in her hand. She wanted to fight back, to hit back with more sharp words, but she knew that in this situation, calmness was the best weapon.

The surroundings seemed to sense Ji Xiaotao's emotions, and the originally noisy duty room became unusually quiet. Everyone was watching this scene, and some of them even stepped back unconsciously, fearing that they would be dragged into this invisible war. There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if a taut string could break at any time.

Ji Xiaotao took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that she couldn't continue the conversation in such a mood, otherwise she would only fall into a deeper predicament. She needed to calm down, think, and find a breakthrough to turn this passive battle into an active one.

She turned her eyes to Li Weijun, who stood there, looking somewhat helpless and embarrassed. Ji Xiaotao knew that he was the only clue, the only person who could help her figure out who was on the other end of the phone. Her eyes revealed a kind of determination, as if she had already made some kind of decision.

"Li Weijun, give me the receiver." Ji Xiaotao's voice suddenly became calm and firm, and there was an unquestionable light flashing in her eyes.

Li Weijun hesitated for a moment, but under Ji Xiaotao's resolute gaze, he finally chose not to hand over the phone. He knew that this storm was inevitable, and all he could do now was to try to control the situation and prevent it from getting worse.

Ji Xiaotao took the phone, and her heartbeat became stronger at this moment. She knew that every step she took would determine the direction of this battle.

She took a deep breath, ready to face this unknown opponent with all her courage and wisdom.

Ji Xiaotao's heartbeat was beating rapidly in her chest, as if she wanted to escape from this awkward and tense situation. The receiver in her hand seemed to become heavy, just like her mood at the moment. Her eyes scanned the room and finally fell on Li Weijun. He stood there with a complicated expression on his face, with both helplessness and anxiety.

"Do you know who is on the other end?" Ji Xiaotao's voice trembled slightly. She tried to remain calm, but she could not hide the anger and confusion in her tone.

Li Weijun spread his hands, looking innocent: "Ms. Ji, I...I really don't know. This call came out of the blue, and I'm also confused."

Li Weijun is feeling very troubled by the current situation in Shura Field. He never expected that things would develop to the point where they are out of control.

If I had known this would happen, I would never have called Jiang Xifeng.

The surroundings seemed to be responding to Ji Xiaotao's emotions, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere. The lights in the duty room were particularly dazzling, casting everyone's shadow on the wall. The long shadows were distorted, just like their feelings being pulled at the moment. The pendulum in the corner of the wall ticked, and every tick seemed to be a countdown, counting down to the storm that was about to erupt.

Ji Xiaotao took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that she couldn't continue the conversation in such a mood, otherwise she would only fall into a deeper predicament. She needed to calm down, think, and find a breakthrough to turn this passive battle into an active one.

At this moment, Jiang Xifeng's voice came from the receiver again. That voice was like an icy blade, piercing through the telephone line and piercing Ji Xiaotao's heart: "Ji Xiaotao, you are really an ignorant guy. What do you think you are doing? Do you know that you are annoying people by doing this?"

Ji Xiaotao felt her cheeks burning with shame and anger. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She wanted to refute and explain, but she knew that it would be useless. She had to find a way to shut Jiang Xifeng up.

Her eyes became firm again. She looked directly at Li Weijun, her voice filled with unquestionable determination: "Give me the phone. I want to talk to her in person."

Li Weijun hesitated for a moment, but under Ji Xiaotao's firm gaze, he finally handed over the receiver.

Jiang Xifeng, who was on the other side of the phone in Shanghai, gnashed her silver teeth and clenched her slender fingers together, cursing with an indescribable anger: "You are sharp-tongued and can only show off your power with words for a while. You are already quite old, but you are still engaged in Chinese painting creation, and you have not finished your course. Not only have you not made a name for yourself in these years, but you are also stealing men from others and have no family education. Aren't you ashamed?"

Ji Xiaotao, who was feeling complacent and self-satisfied, saw her true colors revealed in public. She felt ashamed and annoyed, and at the same time she began to doubt the identity of the person on the other end of the phone.

If she had known earlier, few people would have known that she was a top student at the National Academy of Fine Arts, not to mention that because she was unorthodox and did not paint oil paintings according to school regulations, she had not been able to obtain a graduation certificate for many years.

This dark history of the past was only known to a small group of people in the Shanghai circle. Could it be that the old witch on the other end of the phone was an old friend of mine?

Ji Xiaotao was suspicious. She looked at Li Weijun, who was caught in the middle and felt like he was on a thorn in the side. She shouted coldly, "Give me the receiver. I want to see which monster is on the other end of the line. Let me use a magic mirror to look at it."

Li Weijun knew that there was a drama between two women, not to mention that the two women were already on the verge of a fight, so he could only wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and said helplessly: "Miss Ji, are you kidding me? We are just casual acquaintances. Why did you chase me from Shanghai to Beijing? This will have an impact..."

"Influence? What kind of influence? Comrades, if you have nothing else to do, let's go home for now, okay?"

Ji Xiaotao glanced at the people around her who were watching the show with a threatening look, her eyes were burning. Director Yang and Zhang Yunzhen, who were originally enjoying the show, shuddered immediately, pretended to look around nonchalantly, and then quickly dispersed.

Although everyone has a burning gossipy soul, when it comes to major issues, how could someone who has climbed to this point not have the ability to judge?

What words can be spread?

What must be kept secret, the considerations and calculations involved, many old foxes knew it very well, so after hearing Ji Xiaotao's words, they hurriedly dispersed.

Even Zhang Yunzhen, who liked to hear things through walls, quickly left the duty room.

He was terrified of the Ji family's temper, fearing that if he wasn't careful he might offend Ji Guochun's beloved daughter Ji Xiaotao. By then, it would probably be too late to even complain.

Seeing that there were no bystanders to interrupt the quarrel, Ji Xiaotao rolled up her sleeves and prepared to have a big fight with Jiang Xifeng seriously. However, she did not expect that the violent words she said would not come out of her mouth.

Jiang Xifeng seemed to have sensed something was wrong in advance. After a moment's silence, she quickly hung up the phone. At the same time, she secretly made up her mind that since she couldn't gain the upper hand over the lawless little goblin Ji Xiaotao verbally, she must have a physical fight with her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xifeng gritted her teeth and went upstairs to prepare her luggage and clothes. She was going to come back suddenly early and catch Ji Xiaotao off guard when she let her guard down, so that this little girl could see what it meant that old people are still wise.

Jiang Xifeng has been in power for so many years, how could she be afraid of Ji Xiaotao, a young girl who is just starting out? You know, when she was reciting the classics, this girl was probably still in diapers.

Now she is so ignorant and overestimating her own abilities that she is competing with me for a man. It is really hateful.

When Jiang Xifeng thought of this, she suddenly realized something and hurriedly asked her nurse Aunt Zhao for advice: "Aunt Zhao, how can I gain the upper hand in a fight with a woman? It would be best if I could teach her a lesson so that she would remember it for a long time."

"Ah? Xifeng, why are you asking this? Besides, you just came home a few days ago, why are you in such a hurry to pack your luggage?"

Aunt Zhao looked at Jiang Xifeng with some surprise as she gritted her teeth. She felt a little confused. After all, wasn't the eldest lady just there calmly eating fruit and reading a book?

Why is he suddenly so angry?

I have been taking care of Jiang Xifeng for so many years, and I have never seen her lose her composure like this. She even asked me for advice on how women in the market fight. What is going on?

Jiang Xifeng was so angry at this moment that she was confused. She was thinking about rushing to the capital as soon as possible to settle the matter with Ji Xiaotao who had taken advantage of her verbally.

So she hurriedly hugged Aunt Zhao's arm and acted coquettishly: "Just tell me, Aunt Zhao, I just want to learn more self-defense skills so that I don't have to use them when I need them. Besides, if I can protect myself, you won't have to worry about me all the time."

What Jiang Xifeng said made sense, so after hearing it, Aunt Zhao pondered for a moment, but couldn't stand Jiang Xifeng's nagging and could only say it with a doting look on her face.

"When women fight in the market, they always pull and tug. If the other person has long hair, you must quickly grab it. Even if a woman has a bad temper, she will grimace in pain if her hair is pulled. You must grab the roots of the hair to prevent it from slipping. If you accidentally lose it, you must pull and tug."

As the daughter-in-law of a juren, Aunt Zhao was naturally a lady from a noble family with dignified manners when she was young.

Although I have not experienced these things personally, I have seen many rural women throwing tantrums, swearing and fighting in the streets because of their family's decline.

These things were all very familiar and easy to understand, especially when they were popularized by Jiang Xifeng, they were described in a vivid and emotional way.

When he got excited, he even demonstrated the hand and foot exercises with interest.

He was so itchy when he saw Jiang Xifeng that he wished that bitch Ji Xiaotao would appear in front of him right now so that he could teach her a lesson.

Aunt Zhao coughed and then taught the second trick in all seriousness: "In a fight, in addition to pulling hair, you should also protect your hair. It's best to tie it up, or put some pig pancreas soap on it if it hasn't been washed for a few days. This way, it will be slippery and the other party won't be able to pull your hair. Then, take advantage of the other party's confusion and grab them quickly, grab them like crazy!"

Aunt Zhao became so excited that she waved her hands in the air with interest. Jiang Xifeng followed suit, repeating the mechanical movements step by step. If you didn't know, you would think this was some kind of live teaching.

"Well, in addition to scratching, there are also tickling and kicking. Although scratching and scratching look similar, the strength and location of the tickling still have to be particular. It must be fast, accurate and ruthless. After scratching, quickly kick the person in the heart while they are in pain, quickly knock them to the ground, and then you can ride on them and scratch and scratch like crazy."

Aunt Zhao described herself as beaming with joy and enthusiasm, which obviously did not mean that she had only heard and seen it. Without many years of practical experience, she could not make such experienced remarks.

Jiang Xifeng's eyes sparkled as she listened. She felt that the art of fighting was extremely subtle, especially when it came to women fighting. There were so many things to pay attention to.