2160 Came Picking a Fight
General Jia's face was swollen black and blue, and he looked highly displeased.
He was flaring his nostrils as he glared at Qiao Mu. He was so angry that he could not speak.
"General Jia is angry."
"Will the little stoic lose out?"
"Lose out? Are you kidding me!"
"Did you see the little stoic lose out this whole time?"
Everyone: …
That was indeed the case!
They only saw this stoic face very amazingly throw someone out of the room. They really didn't see her lose out!
Young Sir Songfeng gazed speechlessly at General Jia and cleared his throat. "General Jia, what are you doing right now?"
General Jia glared angrily and yelled while pointing at Qiao Mu, "She, she, this little lass, why can she be entertained by my Fanmeng and Fanyou? Wuah! This general is so angry!"
He, the august general of Shuntian Prefecture's Hupeng Battalion, had come here for wine, yet he was still not important enough for the stars of the parlor to wait on him!
How come a little lass who was still wet behind the ears could have the two beauties escort her?
Qiao Mu: !
Everybody's eyelids jerked when they looked at the green wood spiritual energy that probed out from her sleeve.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" The red-clothed man hastily stopped her from exerting power. "Don't throw him anymore. This building will not be able to take another one of your throws."
After finally being able to strike up a conversation with Qiao Mu, Fanmeng hastily went up to mediate. "General Jia, these are our young sir's arrangements. Why don't you come another day?"
"Why should I?"
"So fussy." Qiao Mu eyed that middle-aged general in irritation, with spiritual energy surging in her hand. She was already extremely angry.
Just as she was about to throw this general down the second floor, she caught sight of Ye Lingmin dressed in male attire standing at the edge of the crowd.
"Ye Lingmin! Stand right there!" Qiao Mu hollered. She ditched the crowd and flew after Ye Lingmin in hot pursuit.
"Ah? Little Miss!" Fanmeng called out in surprise.
However, the little lady disappeared from their view like a thread of smoke.
Young Sir Songfeng creased his brow. Just as he was about to follow, two swollen-faced bouncers scrambled up the stairs and wailed pitifully, "Young Sir, Young Sir, it's awful, it's awful! There are two hoodoos outside! They've been barging their way inside."
The red-clothed man rolled his eyes speechlessly. "What is going on today? How come everybody has come knocking."
As he spoke, everybody's eyes lit up as two slender figures swiftly appeared before them.
When the great crown prince saw so many pretty boys of all types gathered on the second floor, his face turned even blacker…
Feng Chen couldn't resist chortling, and he swept his gaze around. "Where is your person in charge?"
"Aiyah, these two young sirs, are you planning to join Spring Abounding Parlor?" A young married woman couldn't resist teasing.
Mo Lian swept a sharp look over, which immediately made the woman suppress her shrill giggles in her throat.
The place immediately turned absolutely silent.
Young Sir Songfeng strode out from the crowd and spoke to the two of them with a smile, "You would be looking for me. Is there something these two young sirs require?"
Feng Chen sized up this white-clothed young sir with an elegant demeanor, and then he glanced silently at the sullen-faced Crown Prince Mo. "That, hand over the little stoic face."
So they had come to find the stoic-faced little lady. Everybody was enlightened.
