After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Seeing Wang Zian coming out, Gu Qinghe was busy dealing with this trouble. She didn't even see the face of the person who saved her. She waved her hand and several silver needles flew towards the person.

The silver needles cannot kill people, they can only cause pain and temporarily restrict his movements.

After Gu Qinghe finished waving, she picked up her skirt and ran away. Even though she was outnumbered three at a time, she still had some self-awareness.

She didn't regret having caused so much unnecessary trouble just to vent her anger, but she also felt tired.

In this dynasty where the people dared not fight against the officials and life was worthless, people were nothing without money and rights. At this moment, Gu Qinghe experienced this deeply.

When Wei Yanshi just mentioned his name, countless people knelt down and surrendered.

The arrogant man in front of him could run rampant in the teahouse relying on his identity as the son of the county magistrate, and no one dared to stop him.

Wang Zian was furious at her stubborn resistance. Seeing her retreat, he shouted, "Stop her for me!"

The two servants chased after him tremblingly.

The other people in the teahouse still huddled together and dared not move.

Gu Qinghe had only run three steps when she heard screams behind her. She looked back and stopped immediately.

A few bloody fingers fell on the broken pieces of bowls on the floor of the teahouse. The arrogant official's son and two servants fell to the ground, holding their hands and wailing.

The man in black holding a bloody sword stood in a pool of blood, looking at them coldly: "I hate people who bully weak women the most in my life."

"My hand! My hand!" Wang Zian rolled on the ground in agony, spouting hateful words: "I'm going to go back and tell my father, he won't let you go!"

"Want to seek revenge? This Pavilion Master is waiting for you in Xunqing Pavilion." The man lowered his eyes and said without any emotion: "Remember not to find the wrong person."

After he finished speaking, he left with the sword in his arms, regardless of everyone's reactions.

When passing by Gu Qinghe, she still looked straight ahead, as if the person she had just rescued was not her.

Just because her savior didn't care about these things didn't mean that Gu Qinghe wouldn't care either. She followed him and wanted to apologize in person, but she didn't expect that man to just ignore her.

The man was too tall, and unlike Liu Bai, he would not lean forward to listen to her from time to time, so Gu Qinghe could only raise her voice and say, "Thank you just now! I haven't even asked your name yet!"

The wind blew gently, amplifying the little girl's soft voice and blowing it into the man's ears. He lowered his eyes to look at her and said nothing.

Finally showing some reaction, Gu Qinghe stretched out his hand and handed a bag of silver to him: "Thank you."

Man in black: “No need.”

Seeing that he didn't look like someone who was short of money, Gu Qinghe nodded, followed him for a while, and handed over a box of dragon beard cakes: "I made this myself, and everyone who has tasted it says it's good. Do you want to try it?"

Xie Fuyi stopped, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes: "It's just a small favor, there's no need to do this, young lady."

"Is that so?" Gu Qinghe took back his hand. "If the official's son comes to seek revenge on you——"

"I'll figure it out myself."

"That's right," Gu Qinghe said the opposite. "After all, your Xunqing Pavilion is so famous, and I am a weak woman. If he is afraid of you, I might just be the one to receive his anger..."

Xie Fuyi's patience ran out: "Miss, if you have something to say, just speak directly. This Pavilion Master does not like these beating around the bush."

Gu Qinghe got straight to the point: "Can you teach me martial arts?"

The person who could be praised by Liu Bai who had recovered his memory must be a capable person. Therefore, when Gu Qinghe learned of his identity, he had some thoughts.

The thanks were genuine, and the desire to become a disciple and learn skills was also genuine.