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Although Zhao Chengxu was a bit unscrupulous, he still relied on his status and didn't think about doing it himself.

He snapped his fingers back, and several servants dressed as domestic servants squeezed over, one dragged a chair to help him sit down, one brought back the folding fan he had slapped on the table earlier, and two others One of them stood in front of him left and right, posing full of prestige.

"Little white face, now kneel down to apologize to the young master, and slap your mouth a few times, the young master will not be as knowledgeable as you." Zhao Chengxu sat on the chair, raised Erlang's legs, and pointed at Jiang Zhao with a folding fan.

After clicking Jiang Zhao, he looked at Xie Jin at the side again, with a smile on his face, and said ambiguously: "Otherwise, if something happens to you, no one will take care of this beautiful little lady, why not die of loneliness? "

After he finished speaking, he laughed again. He couldn't laugh enough, so he tapped the boy next to him with his fan to make them laugh together.

The spectators around were not smiling, but no one dared to stick their heads out. For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole teahouse hall was strange, only the laughter of Zhao Chengxu and his servants could be heard.

Jiang Zhao's face sank like water, and Xie Jin couldn't hold her back anymore.

If Zhao Chengxu just taunted Jiang Zhao with a few words to play some prestige, then Jiang Zhao didn't bother to talk about right and wrong with him.

But he was bold, and his words were full of humiliation to Xie Jin. Even if Xie Jin could bear it, how could Jiang Zhao be able to bear it when he heard those words in his ears?

She grabbed the teapot in her hand and threw it at Zhao Chengxu with her hands, startling the whole room into an uproar.

The servant of the Zhao family reacted quickly and reached out to block the teapot, but Zhao Chengxu was still so frightened that he ran away, tripped over a chair and hid behind the servant, his face pale with fright.

"You...you are courting death!" Zhao Chengxu roared angrily.

He stretched out his feet and kicked the young servant, and shouted: "Beat me, beat me to death, if you don't beat him, he will kneel down and beg for mercy and don't stop! After beating, tie his wife to me and sell her into Baihua Go upstairs!"

Several young servants responded in unison, and rushed up with fists clenched.

Jiang Zhao rolled up his sleeves again, pushed Xie Jin back into the crowd, and was about to make a move when he suddenly heard a violent shout: "Stop!"

This sound made people's ears ring with the power of the dantian, and only heard a clang, a young man with a sword descended from the sky, the sword was out of its sheath, and it was shining coldly at Zhao Chengxu.

Zhao Chengxu's legs went limp, and he took a few steps back. The boy who was blocked hurried over to help him.

The person who descended from the sky was naturally He Yuansheng. He stood in front of Jiang Zhao, pointing his sword at Zhao Chengxu. He was so frightened that he dared not move. He looked back at Jiang Zhao and respectfully said, "I'm late, please forgive me, master."

The crowd was squeezed out of the way, and Yuan Xiang trotted over, followed by Chang Dongling with a big knife at his waist.

"Master, are you alright?" Yuan Xiang's legs were limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead, and his speech trembled.

Jiang Zhao glanced at him and said lightly, "I'm fine, you stand up first."

Yuan Xiang responded, his legs were limp and he wanted to stand up, but he was so frightened that he was finally picked up by Chang Dongling with one hand, and he stood up by holding on to the edge of the table beside him.

After all, Jiang Zhao failed to vent her anger on Xie Jin herself, and she was still a little dissatisfied in her heart, so she gave Zhao Chengxu a hard look.

Zhao Chengxu was pointed at by He Yuansheng's sword, and when he moved, the sword moved too. He was so frightened that he could only be supported by the servant to maintain his original state, swallowed his saliva, and said bravely: "Do you know who I am, how dare... ...how dare you point a sword at me?"

He Yuansheng had no expression on his face, just looked at him coldly, without any intention of opening his mouth.

Chang Dongling walked over, spat at Zhao Chengxu, and said in a rough voice: "I don't care what kind of bastard you are, if you dare to speak wild words, you will stick your head out and sharpen the knife for Master Chang!"

He patted the big knife on his waist hard, and pulled out the blade to show Zhao Chengxu, so scared that he immediately closed his mouth tightly.

Chang Dongling turned his head to look at Jiang Zhao, calmed down a bit, cupped his hands and said, "Master, tell me, what should we do with him?"

Jiang Zhao walked over, flicked the blade of He Yuansheng's sword with his fingers, He Yuansheng understood, took two steps back and put the long sword back into the sheath, but kept staring at Zhao Chengxu, fearing that he would suddenly attack him.

But Zhao Chengxu has never been pointed at with a sword in his life, and He Yuansheng has kung fu, and he is not a showman.

Yuan Xiang stretched his legs and pulled a chair over. Jiang Zhao sat down and raised his legs like Zhao Chengxu did just now.

She was very vivid in imitating a playboy, but Xie Jin couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over and pressed her on her shoulder, and she immediately put down her legs and sat upright, and even raised her head to show Xie Jin a flattering smile.

Xie Jin wanted to put on a straight face, but seeing her laughing a little foolishly, he couldn't help laughing too.

Zhao Chengxu was frightened at first, and he didn't dare to show his prestige any more, but seeing that they were still flirting with each other in such a situation, he couldn't help but become a little annoyed and said, "Who are you, please tell me your names quickly!"

He Yuansheng reached out to touch the sword grid, and said coldly: "What are you, you deserve to know my master's name?"

Zhao Chengxu was afraid of him, so he shrank his neck and dared not answer, and even pulled a boy to block him.

He didn't speak, Jiang Zhao slowly opened his mouth, and said with sarcasm: "Yuan Sheng, pay attention to your attitude. This is the grandson of the left minister of the dynasty, the son of the official minister, the nephew of Zhao Taifei in the harem, and the noble daughter of the Zhao family." Master."

He Yuansheng lowered his eyebrows and replied, "Yes."

Seeing that he really let go of his hand on the sword grid and stepped back half a step in response, Zhao Chengxu gritted his teeth and said, "Since you already know my identity, how dare...you dare to humiliate me like this, so you are not afraid of harming the whole family." !"

"Cause the whole family?" Jiang Zhao asked back, couldn't help laughing and said: "Master Zhao, your grandfather and your father didn't teach you, what does it mean to bring disaster out of your mouth?"

Seeing her calm and unafraid look, Zhao Chengxu finally couldn't help beating his heart.

Originally thought that she was just a wealthy young man with little vision, but now that he knew his identity, he dared to act so boldly, without any regard for the possible revenge he might suffer later.

Is it true that ignorant people are fearless, or do they rely on something behind them, and they are not even afraid of the identity of the left minister?

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, Zhao Chengxu broke out in a cold sweat, completely put away his contempt, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you, and what kind of backer do you have behind you?"

"I want to know who I am and what kind of backing do I have?" Jiang Zhao said in a soft voice, and his attitude was very loose. He found a dirty copper ingot from nowhere and threw it into his arms.

Zhao Chengxu took the thing in a panic, held it up and looked at it in a circle, and confirmed that it was indeed just a very ordinary piece of dirty brass, and there was no mystery or ingenuity at all.

He thought he had been fooled, but he heard Jiang Zhao say: "Take this back and show it to your father. If your father doesn't understand it, then show it to your grandfather. If your grandfather still doesn't understand it, then let him take it to the palace. Show it to the emperor."

As soon as these words came out, somehow the palace and the emperor were involved again, regardless of whether she was playing tricks or not, Zhao Chengxu was almost frightened, and could hardly hold the copper ingot with trembling hands.

Jiang Zhao was too lazy to watch his reaction, got up and stretched out his hand to Yuan Xiang, Yuan Xiang scratched the back of his head, received Xie Jin's look at him, and then slowly handed the money bag to her.

Jiang Zhao fumbled inside, took out a random piece of silver, and found the waiter who served them tea among the crowd.

She beckoned, Xiao Er came running over smartly, Jiang Zhao gave him the money, and said with a smile: "Please trouble brother, this money is a thank you gift for you besides tea money."

Xiaoer took the money, bent down, and thanked him repeatedly.

"Jinniang." Jiang Zhao looked back at Xie Jin, with a deeper smile on his face, and said softly, "Let's go."

Xie Jin nodded, and glanced at Zhao Chengxu from the corner of his eye, seeing that he was also looking over, he intentionally took Jiang Zhao's hand, a bit to show off and demonstrate.

She was a little narrow-minded, but she still remembered Zhao Chengxu's hatred for mocking her.

Jiang Zhao didn't know that she was doing it on purpose for others to see, so he shook her hand happily, and walked out of the teahouse with his fingers interlocked.

After leaving the teahouse and not walking a few steps, Xie Jin broke free from Jiang Zhao's hand again. Although Jiang Zhao was reluctant, he let her go, and asked again: "It's rare to come out, don't be fooled The people who are here have stirred up your interest, is there anything else you want to go?"

Xie Jin lowered his wide sleeves and covered his fingertips. Hearing this, he stopped and looked around, and then said: "Some stores still exist, but things have changed, and there is nowhere to go."

Jiang Zhao also stopped, with some hesitation on his face, but he still asked: "Would you like...to visit the Xie Mansion?"

"Xie's Mansion?" Xie Jin's face froze, and he was in a daze.

Jiang Zhao nodded and said in a low voice: "Xie's Mansion is in Wanshunfang, not far from here. If you want, we'll stop by and have a look. If you don't want to, then..."

"Then let's go." Xie Jin interrupted her and walked ahead.

She couldn't see the shame and aggrieved expression on Jiang Zhao's face, so she left her behind and strode forward.

Jiang Zhao quickly led others to follow, but she was very measured, and kept half a step behind Xie Jin, following her footsteps.

Xie Jin walked this road for more than ten years, and even though he hadn't seen him for eight years, he still remembered it very clearly.

She not only remembers the road, but even remembers which stone at the corner of the alley has scratches, and which willow tree by the roadside has imprints engraved naughty when she was a child.

Although Xie Yuzhe did not come from an aristocratic family, he is still considered a scholarly family. He was the number one scholar in high school, and he was an official to the Minister of the Ministry of Officials. .

But the house has long since been abandoned, the plaque has been removed without a trace, and there are still marks left by the old seal on the door. In the early years, people passed by sighing, but now they are used to such desolation, and few people stop to look at it.

Xie Jin remembered that there used to be two stone lions at the gate. After the Xie mansion was sealed, it was unknown whether it was taken away by ransacking or later stolen, but now there are no traces of it.

She didn't look closely, but stood there for a while, her face was neither excited nor saddened by memories, she remained calm from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Zhao stood with her, the expression on his face was much richer than that of Xie Jin.

In fact, there was nothing to look at. After standing there for a while, Xie Jin turned his head and saw that Jiang Zhao was thinking about something with lowered eyebrows, so he took the initiative to say: "Look, let's go."

Jiang Zhao avoided her gaze, didn't dare to look at her, took only two steps, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Xie Jin stopped and tilted his head to look at her, seemingly puzzled.

Jiang Zhaodao: "This sound is not only an apology to the Xie family on behalf of the late emperor, but also an apology from me to you."

She took a breath, looked up at Xie Jin, her eyes were soft, with some kind of unresolved affection, she whispered: "I don't ask you to forgive me, I just hope...it's not too late."

Yuan Xiang had consciously pulled Chang He and the others aside, this place was not a busy city, and there were few passers-by, so Xie Jin didn't have anything to hide, walked over and held Jiang Zhao's face with his hands.

"What the late emperor did, whether right or wrong, you don't have to bear it."

Xie Jin's fingertips were slightly cool, and he touched the skin on Jiang Zhao's face without hesitation, listening to her soft and warm voice, for a moment, Jiang Zhao returned to the past when she had not revealed her identity.

"About the case of the Xie family, I never blamed the present Majesty from the beginning to the end. I didn't before, and I still haven't after knowing your identity.

Maybe I had a little bit of resentment towards your identity, but you must know that I was only annoyed at your deception, not to blame, and neither Your Majesty nor Ah Zhao have ever owed me anything. "

Looking at each other, Xie Jin spoke decisively without any hesitation.

After she finished speaking, she let go of her hand, took two steps back, turned her head uncomfortably and said, "It's getting late, don't linger here, let's go."

Jiang Zhao was still in a trance, subconsciously responded, and followed Xie Jin with steps.

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One more chapter today, after changing the time to save the manuscript, it will be updated at [-]:[-] am every day, and the review in the early morning is too slow~