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

Xie Fuyi refused without even thinking: "No."

"Why?" Gu Qinghe was puzzled: "Don't you want women to be bullied?"

Xie Fuyi asked: "What does this have to do with your desire to learn martial arts?"

Gu Qinghe said: "If I learn Kung Fu and have the ability to protect myself, I won't be bullied."

Xie Fuyi looked her up and down, and said without any emotion: "Your aptitude is not good, and your bone age is too old."

"..."

The autumn wind at the end of October brought a hint of chill, which made Gu Qinghe's heart feel cold. It was the first time that she was ridiculed in person for being useless, but she couldn't fight back.

Her face under the veil was numb, and she said in a wooden voice: "Thank you for making me lose a goal in life."

Xie Fuyi said, "You're welcome."

Gu Qinghe: “…”

They walked to the town entrance in silence. Gu Qinghe stuffed the dragon beard cake into his arms and said goodbye solemnly, "Please accept this small thank you gift. We will say goodbye now."

The tone of Jianghu accent almost made Xie Fuyi's face frosty. He took the wooden box and said, "Don't pass by."

The two walked towards the town entrance, one on the left and one on the right, and finally went to the direction of Chui Liu Village together.

"..."

"..."

Gu Qinghe raised his eyes to look at the man in black, and seeing that he was also surprised, he immediately calmed down: "Are you going to Chui Liu Village too?"

Xie Fuyi suppressed his outward emotions and nodded, "Yeah."

"What a coincidence," Gu Qinghe said as he began to think: "I am from Chui Liu Village."

The little girl's eyes were filled with joy as she came to me for help, and they were lively and energetic.

Xie Fuyi's heart, which had been silent for more than ten years, slowly began to beat. As she wished, she asked, "Miss, do you know if there is a little girl in the village who is not from this village?"

Gu Qinghe really didn’t know this.

The original owner never left the house and her memory was incomplete. Gu Qinghe could not give an answer and only said, "I can ask my aunt for you when I go back."

"Yes." Xie Fuyi did not refuse: "Thank you, young lady."

"So... about learning martial arts?"

Xie Fuyi said: "People with dull talents can still struggle through acquired efforts."

Gu Qinghe: “…”

On this side, the two of them were having a pleasant conversation.

In the teahouse, the people whose fingers were chopped off did not feel so well. At first, Wang Zian still wanted to take revenge on the man in black, but when he heard that the other party was the leader of the most famous assassin's pavilion in the world, he suddenly lost all ideas.

But the pain of the severed finger had to be avenged, and as Gu Qinghe had thought, he put all his hatred on the masked woman.

The first thing he did when he got back home was to beat and scold the two useless servants. The other servants were trembling with fear when they knelt down. He was covered in blood, which made Mrs. Wang, who was teaching a lesson to the seductress in the backyard, rush out in a hurry.

"What happened, my son?" The plump woman saw that two of his five fingers were broken, and her eyes were bloodshot as she yelled, "Who dares to bully our family?! Do you really think that our county magistrate's office should be bullied just because he has just taken office?"

Wang Zian threw himself into her arms like a baby who had not yet been weaned, and cried angrily, "Mother, you have to let father decide for me! That bitch is so vicious! I just wanted to ask a few questions, but she actually ordered a man in black to cut off my fingers! I want her to pay with her life for my hand!"

He cried half-truthfully, and Mrs. Wang, who loved her son dearly, stared at his wound and burst into tears. She said hatefully, "Anyone who dares to hurt my son should die! I will take you to your father and let him make the decision for you!"