Chapter 1239

Zhao er's slender waist was held.

This is to avoid the risk of being hit!

But she was scared, too.

His face turned white.

When she recovered, she found that someone caught her and put a pair of big hands around her waist.

She immediately looked back.

He saw Jingrong's heroic face fall impressively in front of him.

It seems that he can still feel the cold breath from his nose.

It was chilly on her small face.

This is not the first time I have been so close to him.

The first time we met, he saved himself. This time, he still saved himself.

It seems that there is a destiny!

The butterfly in her heart seemed to burst out of her throat.

"Elder brother Jing..." she became a little shy from the shock just now.

Jing Rong completely ignored her admiring eyes, pulled her up and immediately released her.

Kept a certain distance.

Zhao Er: "thank you."

Jingrong didn't speak, but immediately walked quickly between Li Cheng and miss Lian.

Just as Miss Lian was about to stab the gold hairpin in her hand, he held her hand in time.

The fighting finally stopped.

"Girl, this is a teahouse, not a stage. If you want to make trouble, wait until you leave here. Don't disturb the people here." His tone was cold.

It seems colder than the weather outside.

Miss Lian's hand was raised in the air and was tightly held by Jing Rong.

She could clearly feel the increasing force on her wrist.

It's like crushing your bones!

"You..." she looked at Jing Rong's cold eyes and trembled.

The only word that pops out of my mind is "cold"!

It's cold.

She was angry and afraid and said, "you... Loosen up!"

Jing Rong doesn't care about women. He loosens his fingers and shakes Miss Lian's red hand away.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also grabbed the gold hairpin in her hand and put his backhand into the table.

"Dong" sound!

A large part of the hairpin was inserted into the table.

It can be seen that the power is great.

Miss Lian trembled all over.

The man is a trainer.

No!

But I've always been a face loving Lord. Now I'm so humiliated in front of my good sisters. Although I'm afraid of the majesty of Jing Rong, my anger can't be contained.

Said, "Why are you nosy!"

Jingrong's eyebrows slightly picked: "I don't have time to mind your business, but I don't want to be disturbed when I wait here for tea. Girl, it's enough."

Although the language is cold, it is good advice.

"Not enough!" Miss Lian stared at Li Cheng, who had avoided to one side, pointed angrily and said, "I'm teaching this ungrateful man. It's not enough to peel his skin and take his tendons!"

Woman!

Li Cheng smiled bitterly. He was sweating!

In order not to fight with women, he had to dodge all the time when Miss Lian kept inserting her hairpin just now, resulting in sweat in this cool winter.

Then he looked at the fan with countless holes in his hand and felt lucky and distressed.

He said, "you woman is really terrible. If this fan hadn't blocked me, I'm afraid the holes in it would poke on me one by one."

"I just want to poke holes in your body."

"A gentleman doesn't do anything. If you keep fooling around, I'll really do it."

"Hehe, you are a heartless man. Where can you be called a gentleman? If you have the ability, you can show me."

"You..."

Miss Lian pulled another hairpin from her bun and was ready to stab Li Cheng.

Jing Rong caught in the middle is inevitably helpless.

He grabbed Miss Lian's hand again, threw her away and shouted, "enough!"

Fire!

I didn't want to meddle in this affair, and it's still a romantic affair.

But if it goes on like this, it will be endless and disturb his enjoyment of drinking.

Miss Lian was thrown back by him and staggered a few steps.

Just barely stand firm.

But still unwilling.

"You men don't have a good thing." be ablaze with anger.

Jing Rong glanced at her lightly and then told Li Cheng; "Cheng Shizi, let's go first. You can solve these things yourself."

"The tea hasn't finished yet!"

"If you drink any more, you'll really get into trouble."

"This..."

Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu said, "let's go."

Ji Yunshu nodded gently.

She doesn't want to get involved!

When Miss Lian saw him withdraw, she swallowed her breath, raised her hairpin and poked Li Cheng again.

Li Cheng took advantage of the situation and hid.

Perfect avoidance.

Also some impatient: "you are really endless."

"It's hard to calm my anger without this tone."

Stab it again.

Li Cheng inadvertently avoided Jingrong, and the hairpin came over.

Jing Rong, who was going to leave, didn't respond in time. He just made a backhand.

But unexpectedly——

The sharp hairpin head crossed a perfect arc in the air, and then cut a hole in Jingrong's palm.

Very deep!

Spilled blood.

"Er!" Jing Rong frowned with pain.

"Jing Rong?" Ji Yunshu was stunned and was about to check his injury.

I didn't know Zhao ER was one step ahead of her!

Zhao Er immediately raised Jing Rong's injured hand and took out his handkerchief to wrap him up, with tears in his eyes.

"... brother Jing, are you okay?"

The voice trembled.

Extremely worried.

Ji Yunshu stood still.

She is not the kind of woman who likes to fight by force, not to mention that she is still a man.

Lang Po almost rushed over at the first time, but instead of caring about his own prince's injury, he pulled out his long sword and aimed at the lotus girl.

When the sword was on her neck, Miss Lian was frightened!

The hairpin in his hand fell to the ground.

Her eyes widened with fear.

Lang Po looked murderous: "I never beat women, but today I'm going to make an exception."

"Er!"

Miss Lian was frightened.

Seeing this, Li Cheng immediately grabbed Lang Bo and persuaded him, "brother, show mercy."

"This kind of woman should be treated."

"But she is a woman after all."

“……”

Jing Rong also made a sound in time: "step back!"

"Childe..."

"Step back."

Langbo had to pack his anger, put away his Changchang sword and retreated to one side silently.

At the same time, Jing Rong also took back his hand held by Zhao ER and looked at Ji Yunshu.

Said, "wrap it for me."

Give her the injured hand.

Ji Yunshu immediately took out his handkerchief, held his hand, and took him to sit down.

Zhao Er stood still.

Look at your lost hand.

Some loss!

She didn't expect Jing Rong to push herself away. But the heartache still overshadowed the loss in my heart.