Wei Potian was accompanied by a few noble ladies all the time, unless he was discussing serious matters with men, those young ladies would never let him be alone with a certain woman. Shi Dongqi wanted to invite Wei Potian to a dinner party in the name of celebration, and it was impossible to hide it from them.
So after a while, the situation was as Song Zining expected, and all those noble ladies were going to hold a celebration dinner. But there was only one Wei Shizi, so the situation changed. Everyone co-organized the dinner, but the guest of honor was Wei Potian himself.
Song Zining pulled Qianye to stand in the distance, watching the noble ladies chatting around Wei Potian, discussing what wine to drink, what dishes to serve, and what songs to choose for the celebration banquet.
Qianye suddenly thought of Wei Potian's talk about a house full of prostitutes and a girl, and felt that it came alive, and he couldn't help laughing, and his stomach started to hurt again.
Song Zining's trick of diverting disasters to the east was very effective. All the noble ladies lost interest in the military affairs of the aftermath of the battlefield, and all their attention was focused on tonight's main event, the dinner.
But in reality, everything doesn't go well. Qianye had just breathed a sigh of relief when another trouble came to his door immediately, and it was a bigger trouble than all the young ladies put together.
The tough girl who blasted Dong Qifeng's flagship suddenly appeared in front of Qianye and said that she wanted to have a private talk with him. Looking at this beauty up close, one can deeply appreciate the dizzying brilliance, which is as dazzling as the sun. Even before the facial features can be clearly seen, one is already fascinated.
It's just that the huge hand cannon she was playing with in her hand added an indescribable danger to the words "talk alone".
Under her sharp gaze, Song Zining turned around and left without any morale, without even saying a word about the situation. Qianye couldn't help but swear in his heart, and felt that Wei Potian's scolding of Song Zining was not completely unreasonable.
"I'll ask someone to clear the conference room." Qianye said bravely.
The big beauty said impatiently: "Just go to your room, where mother-in-law and mother have so many things!"
Qianye was stunned: "This...isn't that good?"
"Stop talking nonsense! My old lady doesn't care, what are you doing coyly, a little boy?"
Little...boy, Qianye felt beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he looked at this beautiful woman who was at most two or three years older than him. And while she was speaking, she was waving the astonishingly large hand cannon, the muzzle of which intentionally or unintentionally stayed close to Qianye.
The muzzle of the cannon near Chichi is so thick that it is no different from a wheeled heavy artillery. Can this thing really be held in the hand and fired? Even Qianye, who had a body as strong as a dark warrior, couldn't help being suspicious.
The scene where this guy exploded the airship was still vivid in his memory, and Qianye felt that if he got hit, the ending would not be any better than that airship.
Suddenly, an inconspicuous small mark passed Qianye's line of sight, causing him to focus slightly. It was the family crest of the Yanyun Zhao family. Although there were some differences in the details, it might be the mark of which branch.
Qianye thought about it, and took her back to his residence in the Dark Fire base.
When the beauty entered the door, she looked at Shiqi standing at the door from head to toe, and from foot to head several times. The two beauties, one big and one small, stared at each other with almond eyes.
Qianye felt that his head hurt even more.
As soon as he was in a daze, the beautiful woman walked into the room, directly into the bedroom, and then threw the Force hand cannon aside casually, and the floor was smashed into a hole with a "bang".
Qianye's eyelids involuntarily twitched a few times, not because he encountered an unwarranted disaster, but because he felt sorry for the seven-level hand cannon.
Level 7 force guns are a big step up compared to level 6 guns. The price of any level 7 gun is at least ten times that of level 6 guns, and there is often no market for it. If it is a custom-made model, because there are few craftsmen of this level, it is not uncommon for them to wait for several years or even ten years.
Before Qianye could speak, she threw herself onto Qianye's bed, bounced on it a few times, then sat up and said, "It's not uncomfortable at all!"
After leaving such a comment, she sat on the edge of the bed, with her two straight long legs crossed, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath, not caring about her image.
Qianye finally couldn't bear it and said, "That's my bed."
"I know it's yours, so what? Isn't it just a broken bed? Why, I want to sleep in your bed, how dare you not let me?"
Qianye was immediately defeated, smiled helplessly, and said, "Don't make such a joke, what's the matter with you?"
Seeing Qianye's embarrassment, she immediately laughed out loud, "Has anyone ever told you that it's funny when you look shy?"
A layer of black air flitted across Qianye's face, and his voice turned cold, "I can tell you, it's definitely not fun."
The flamboyant beauty curled her lips and said, "I can't take a joke at all, it's exactly the same as Xiao Si."
Qianye was slightly taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "Little Four? Which Little Four?"
She said impatiently: "Is there any other little four? There is only one person in the Zhao family who can be called Zhao Si, and that is Zhao Jundu."
The Zhao Clan has countless branches, so of course it is impossible for only Zhao Jundu to be ranked fourth, but now, as long as Zhao Si is mentioned, it is Zhao Jundu and no one else.
Qianye was silent, his eyes became icy cold, and he asked lightly, "What about you?"
She suddenly jumped in front of Qianye, stretched out her hand, and said, "Come on, little beauty, let's get acquainted! Yanyun Zhao, Zhao Yuying, You Guogong are my grandfathers."
The two hereditary dukes of Yanyun Zhao Clan are duke Yan and duke You. Over the past few hundred years, the lords have been in charge of these two branches in turn. It wasn't until the youngest brother of the current Duke You soared into the sky, was granted the title of Duke Xuanyuan after accumulating meritorious deeds, and begged for his eldest son Zhao Weihuang to marry Princess Gaoyi of the Empire. The position of the Patriarch of the Zhao Clan.
In other words, the current Duke of You, Zhao Xuanji, is Zhao Weihuang's uncle. But within the Zhao Clan, although the position of the lord fell to the side, the two lines of Duke Yan and Duke You were deeply rooted and flourishing, and they could not be easily shaken by one or two generations.
In addition to being awe-inspiring in Qianye's heart, he also felt a little strange.
Zhao Clan's younger generation, Zhao Weihuang's four sons and one daughter almost took away all the brilliance. In fact, the Zhao clan has never lacked talent, and Zhao Yuying is the best among the side branches.
But she was special, she was only heard of by name but not her person, such as Song Zining and Wei Potian, the eldest sons of high families, had never seen her, which meant that she almost never attended the social occasions of the upper echelons of the empire. In contrast, the limelight was completely overshadowed by the Fourth Young Master.
However, after seeing her, Qianye felt that the evaluation of her outside was not true. Zhao Yuying's strength is extremely strong, among other things, not everyone can use that seventh-level hand cannon, and the weaker generals may be forced to do it after firing a single shot. Even if she can't compare to Zhao Jundu and Zhao Ruoxi, she has no suspense over the other three young masters.
Seeing that Qianye didn't respond, Zhao Yuying shook her hand, almost reaching the tip of Qianye's nose.
Qianye didn't shake Zhao Yuying's hand, but asked, "Did Zhao Jundu ask you to come?"
"Him?" Zhao Yuying snorted and said, "It has nothing to do with that stupid guy. I just want to see how troublesome his disobedient brother is."
The last sentence made Qianye suddenly think of something, and his heart softened. He sighed silently in his heart, hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his hand slowly, holding Zhao Yuying together.
The smile on Zhao Yuying's face suddenly changed, full of complacency that the plot had succeeded.
Qianye suddenly felt a force coming from her hand, big enough to make fingerprints on the steel. Qianye had no doubts that if he was a little weaker, just this one blow would completely shatter the bones of his hand. With a deep shout, all his strength broke out unreservedly, and he shook it back fiercely.
A fight without any extra effort, for a moment no one could do anything to the other, and the stalemate ended.
Qianye was greatly surprised, this was the first time among people of similar age that he encountered someone whose pure strength could rival his own. Even ordinary warriors are far inferior to him in terms of physical strength. Zhao Yuying was still a woman, but she didn't expect to have a terrifying power comparable to that of Nerubians of the same level.
Zhao Yuying saw that the surprise attack didn't work, her ponytail suddenly fluttered, and then she fitted her body and slammed into Qianye. When she bumped her heavy shoulders, the sound of crackling thunder and lightning resounded in the air.
This sound was very familiar to Qianye, it was a sign that the surrounding force resonated. Qianye was already angry, his face sank like water, and he slammed his shoulder back, and when he moved, there was a thunder in the air.
The two crashed into each other, and all the cups, saucers and utensils in the room were suddenly cracked, and then everything that was not solid, including pillows and bedding, was shattered to pieces.
This fight between them, just overflowing original force, has destructive power.
This collision was evenly divided, and Zhao Yuying's body suddenly shook. Regardless of the timing and angle of this movement, the movement was extremely well grasped, shaking Qianye's balance in an instant. She pressed against Qianye, twisted her long legs, lifted Qianye's body up into the air, and then pressed heavily to the ground.
Qianye also reacted very quickly, twisting his waist and legs backwards, firmly sticking to Zhao Yuying, and then took her off the ground.
The two people's limbs were intertwined, they fell to the ground together, and then rolled around, their heads, shoulders, elbows, palms, and every part of their bodies could be turned into weapons to attack. But to put it bluntly, the two of them are now fighting like street gangsters, with no rules and routines, only relying on physical instinct, scratching and beating.
However, although the battle looks ugly, it is actually extremely dangerous. Their whole bodies are covered with murderous weapons, and every elbow and head hammer has the power to split stones.
In the blink of an eye, both of them didn't know how many attacks they had taken from each other. Qianye's body was strong enough to catch up with the blood warriors, but Zhao Yuying was a beautiful and dazzling woman, but her body was not weak. In terms of physique alone, she was even stronger than Wei Potian.
However, Zhao Yuying was already at the eleventh level after all. In terms of origin power, Qianye was far inferior. After a while, she was at a disadvantage and was overwhelmed by Zhao Yuying's strength. She reached out with her left hand and grabbed Qianye by the throat.
Qianye's chest heaved and he gasped violently. In a short period of fighting, all his original force was completely exhausted, and now he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
However, through this battle, Qianye also had the most intuitive understanding of Zhao Yuying's combat power. Among the generals he has fought against, Song Zian is also at the eleventh level, but compared with Zhao Yuying, it is no different from Yinghuo and Haoyue. If they really wanted to fight, in front of Zhao Yuying's original force hand cannon, Song Zian was a one-shot thing.
Zhao Yuying stared at Qianye for a moment, then suddenly she smiled, "You look like a pretty little thing, and you are really unambiguous when you fight. Very good! This is a bit of a look, and it suits my mother's appetite! No That idiot Zhao Si has offended so many people for you."
Zhao Yuying stood up as she spoke, pulling Qianye up as well.
At this moment, an autumn leaf suddenly drifted slowly between the two of them.
Qianye and Zhao Yuying's eyes were fixed on this autumn leaf at the same time, watching it slowly fall, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely strange.