There were already people whispering on the side of the road. Pang Debao estimated that he had heard something, turned his head and looked over here, saw this scene, his face suddenly turned white, and didn't even bother to talk to the people in the carriage, ran over: "Bao Liang, what's going on?"

  The young Taoist in a white robe cried out: "Director Pang, this little girl has offended the people of the Zhen'an Wang Fu."

  Pang Debao looked at Shen Muqing, then looked at the group of men approaching them, and instead calmed down. His expression was solemn and serious as he asked Shen Muqing: "Miss, who is your master?"

  The young man in red sneered, "What does it matter whose family she belongs to... What's the point of asking these questions now? She's come looking for me... Let Bao Liang take this big foot and leave first..."

  Pang Debao was so angry he could have jumped up.

  Shen Muqing listened and was indeed afraid that the young man would lose but refuse to concede, leading to a homicide. She hastily said: "Director Pang, my family's master is Shen Jian, Duke of Jinshen, Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Chamber, and Minister of Revenue."

  The three boys in red were all taken aback.

  "Where is the courtyard of Xiaodajie's family? How did Xiaodajie run out alone? And where have all the maids, wives and mothers gone?"

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Before Shen Muqing could respond, the red-clothed youth was already impatient. "With your skills, you'd be better off trying to flag down a horse carriage so you can make a run for it when I'm beaten half to death..." As he spoke, his hands clenched into fists, cracking his knuckles with a series of loud pops. "But, there's no one in this world who can beat me..." His eyebrow arched up, the corner of his mouth curling down, his expression haughty and disdainful, as if he had transformed into someone else entirely, with a hint of evil energy flickering across his face.

  Shen Mu Qing looked stunned.

  Pang Debao's face turned black and purple, he couldn't say a word, covering his chest and kicking his feet.

  The boy in red didn't even glance at Pang De Bao, pinched his fingers and walked towards the group of men on his own initiative.

  Bao Liang hastily patted Pang De's back to comfort him: "Director Pang, don't worry... I still have 200 taels of silver in my fur coat... and 1,000 taels of silver notes... Old Master said that if we don't have enough silver, we can temporarily borrow from Hui Feng Money House... We'll just say we gave some to the doctor at Guo Zi Jian... Old Master will definitely not say anything, and it will be settled... Don't worry about not having enough money..."

  Pang Debo slapped a palm on Bao Liang's head: "You little rabbit, what are you still standing here for... Don't give me the fur coat and clothes... Go find Chen Da Zhuang, tell him about this, let him hurry up and send someone to ask Ye Daren for instructions, best if he can think of a way to send a message to Shen Daren's family..."

  Bao Liang exclaimed, hastily handing over the woolen package in his hand to Pang Debao. He glanced at Shen Muqing's skirt and said: "Little sister, your foot... is it all right? I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you later..."

  Pong De Bao said, "What's with all the nonsense! Just do what I tell you to do!" He then pulled out a silver ingot weighing about 30 taels from his sleeve and handed it to Bao Liang. "Don't worry about the cost, just try to stop a carriage... This matter can't be delayed for even a moment..." Then he grabbed Shen Mu Qing's arm again, his eyes gleaming sharply as he stared at her, "Little sister, you'd better stay with me!"

  Shen Mu Qing's heart was as clear as a mirror.

  This young man in red is fine when nothing's wrong, but if something happens, I'm afraid he won't have a good ending either...

  Bao Liang also understood. He glanced at Shen Muqing apologetically, patted the ingot in Pang De's hand, and ran towards the road back to the city.

  Shen Muqing's arm was tightly gripped by Pang Debao, watching as the red-clothed youth charged into the group of big men with lightning speed, then in an instant swung out seven or eight punches, knocking one of the burliest men to the ground.

  Pedestrians on the roadside exclaimed one after another.

  That group of men were caught off guard, momentarily stunned and speechless. After a moment, they let out a loud shout and surrounded the young man in red - yet no one made a move to engage him in combat.

  People on both sides of the road stood still, staring and pointing at this side, some with excited faces watching from a distance, while others hastily left in a hurry.

  The red-clothed youth's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he shouted: "Which son of a bitch was it that just pointed at me with his finger?"

  His tone was arrogant, his attitude overbearing, and for a moment he stunned the group of big men. You look at me, I look at you, and finally our eyes all fell on the leader. The red-clothed youth saw him, and his eyes shot out fierce and menacing glints, staring at the leader: "Is it you...the son of a prostitute...which fiefdom's little slave are you? Hmm, your guts are really not small..."

  The leading man was stunned.

  The young man in red sneered: "Is it from the Jin Wang Fu? The Fuyang Gong Fu? Or is it from the Dingyuan Hou Fu..."

  The leading man couldn't help but wipe his forehead with his sleeve, a tense expression appearing on his face.

  One of the men with a national character face saw him, but coldly "hmm" and said with a provocative expression: "We are from the Town An Wang Fu, what do you want to do?"

  The red-clothed youth's eyes stared fixedly at the Han man with a national character face, and he said fiercely: "Good, good, good... Zhen'an Wangfu... is really good... even I dare to hit... it's really arrogant..."

  These words made Shen Muqing and those big men all stunned.

  Pang Debao's eyes had a few points of triumphant smile.

  The big man hesitated, stepped forward and clasped his fists: "May I ask this young master, which family's mansion is this?"

  The red-clothed youth stood with his hands behind his back, let out a heavy "hmm" and slowly swept his gaze from the big man's head to his feet, then back up again, as if sizing him up. The big man actually retreated two steps under this silent stare. In this situation, the red-clothed youth took two steps forward, his mouth curling up slightly. Just when everyone thought he would introduce himself, he suddenly kicked out with lightning speed and struck the national-character-faced man's crotch - the man curled up on the ground like a shrimp, clutching at his lower body. The red-clothed youth still seemed unsatisfied, chasing after him to kick him several more times before finally stopping.

  If just a moment ago, Shen Muqing still had some doubts about the red-clothed youth's abilities, then at this moment, her feelings were completely different. It was as if she had picked up gold while walking on a night road, dug up an antique when giving flowers to the trees, or won the lottery when looking for change...

  She smiled and watched as the young man performed.

  "You insolent whelp, where did you come from... daring to ask about my family's door..." The red-clothed youth's face was flushed with indignation, "I'll tell you, I dare to hit you, and I'm not afraid of you being from the Town Peace King's Manor!"

  Five people, as soon as they met, one was knocked down, and now another has fallen. The remaining three are at a loss, their faces pale with fear, yet none of them dare to make a move.

  There were murmurs of discussion coming from the side of the road, sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

  "Must be a prince from which royal family... wearing 'Tian Shui Bi'..."

  "Look at those shoes, they're even embroidered with gold thread..."

  At this point, several big men were even more at a loss, their faces awkward.

  Shen Mu's arm tightened slightly.

  She turned around and saw Pang Debao staring intently at the young man in red, but quietly whispered to her: "Go, quickly hug Young Master's legs and cry, say: I am a member of Shen Zhen's family from Jing Shen Temple University, considering that our two families have been friends for generations, if our master asks, please help me out."

  Shen Muqing immediately understood Peng Debao's meaning and knew that this method was not bad, but she felt very awkward in her heart and did not want to "hug the young man's legs and cry". She was originally clever, and now her mind turned even faster. She said: "Why don't you just pretend to be his family member, crying and shouting to ask him not to fight? Say that the emperor is not in the palace, if it reaches the empress dowager's ears, I'm afraid no one can save... Isn't it more convenient?"

  Pang Debao's small eyes stared at her like a cone: "If I were an official, I wouldn't need you to show up..."

  Serene and calm, with a clear face.

  How could I not have thought of this... Ginger is still spicy after all these years... Although it's a bit embarrassing to cry and complain while hugging a young man's leg, back then, for the sake of promotion, I would run to the general manager's house every weekend to walk her dog... Not exactly noble either... Having an easy life for too long makes you forget... Just thought it was sucking up to the boss...

  Time waits for no man, Shen Mu Qing hastily nodded and rushed towards the red-clothed youth.

  Her sudden appearance drew everyone's attention to her, and the big man surrounding the red-clothed youth was even more surprised.

  Shen Muqing had already mentally prepared herself, so she naturally fell to her knees with a "thud" and hugged the red-clothed young man's legs, bursting into loud sobs: "Master, you must take responsibility for me..." She followed Pang Debao's train of thought and used her own cleverness to wail like a shrewish woman crying in the streets.

  Unintentionally, her eyes swept across the boy's face and caught a fleeting glimpse of his smugness.

  Shen Muqing looked stunned for a moment, and actually cried out in surprise. But in her heart, she thought: Is it too early to be triumphant at this time? Although these people were intimidated by you for the time being, there is still the Sixteenth Master in the temple. If you're not careful, he'll rush out... It's better to hurry up and get rid of these people first...

  Although I thought so, I didn't dare show a hint of it, and instead just hugged the red-clothed boy's leg and cried again.

  Suddenly a commotion spread through the crowd that had been whispering around them. All they heard was someone shouting at them, "Hurry up, hurry up, something's happened..."

  Shen Mu Qing listened to the familiar voice, looked up and saw that it was the same black-faced man who had been pulling the embroidered silk, now standing at the crossroads with a bruised nose and face, waving at them.

  Shen Muqing only felt his brain "boom" and suddenly exploded.

  Isn't this person holding onto silk?

  How did you come here again to spread rumors?

  What's wrong with Jin Yu?

  Something's happened, what's going on?

  A house full of rascals, and only two girls...

  What about Sixteen? Where did he go?

  (Sisters who are watching the show, XiXi is participating in this month's PK, and also thanks to the sisters who voted with pink tickets! Thanks everyone (*^__^*) Hehe......)