After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

"Boom!"

Outside Zuixianju, a torrential downpour had brought almost no pedestrians; only a few carriages passed by in haste.

"How is it?" The person wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat asked Yunyi in a low voice.

Yunyi remained alluring, "Don't worry, that kid surnamed Qin has already come in, there's absolutely no reason for him to leave."

The man in the straw raincoat asked, "What about the other one?"

Yunyi said, "They're having drinks in a private room upstairs. We can start anytime."

"Good, do it quickly, don't disappoint the master." After saying this, the man in the straw raincoat mounted his horse and disappeared into the rain.

Yunyi went up to the second floor and exchanged a glance with Miaojin through the beaded curtain in an inconspicuous spot.

Miao Jin understood immediately and smiled as she looked at Qin Lang, asking, "Does Young Master have any more questions for Miao Jin?"

Qin Lang propped his legs up on the railing, sat casually in a chair with his arms crossed, turned his head to look at Miao Jin, and made no attempt to hide his scrutiny in his eyes, which made Miao Jin blush and smile shyly, lowering her eyes.

Having heard that Miao Jin's nickname was "Master of a Hundred Knowledges," Qin Lang asked her many tricky questions.

Miao Jin answered fluently.

Qin Lang stared intently at Miao Jin, asking with a probing look, "With your intelligence, you must have earned a lot of money. Why are you wasting your youth in a place like this?"

Miao Jin poured herself a glass of wine, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

“It’s not easy for women to survive in this world. I’m just a weak woman with no family background. Even if I go out, I won’t be able to keep the money.” As she said this, there was endless desolation in her eyes. “I can still earn some clean money here. When I meet a good man in the future, I will redeem myself and leave.”

She picked up the wine pot, filled her own cup, and raised it to Qin Lang, saying, "Young master, you have yet to taste the Qionghua wine from Zuixianju."

Qin Lang picked up his wine cup, leaned closer to Miao Jin, and asked with interest, "I wonder what kind of good man you are looking for, young lady? I have traveled far and wide and know many people. Perhaps I can introduce you to some."

The boy's gaze was direct and intense. His wheat-colored skin was unlike that of the gentle and refined young men of the capital; he was like an untamed wild horse.

Miao Jin covered her lips with her fan and chuckled, "Young master is joking. How could I presume to be your friend? I'll offer you a toast."

After saying that, he raised his wine glass and looked at Qin Lang with a smile in his eyes.

Qin Lang flashed an incredibly enthusiastic smile, revealing teeth as white as jade. "My mother won't let me drink alcohol, otherwise, I'll lose this leg when I get back!"

He put the wine cup on the table, threw out a silver ingot, stood up and walked off the stage.

As soon as he stood up, Qin Lang felt a wave of dizziness.

He leaned against the wall and turned to look at Miao Jin, his eyes full of doubt.

He clearly didn't drink.

Miao Jin chuckled, "The wine is no problem. I am a natural aphrodisiac. Does Young Master Qin find me very fragrant?"

"I see."

Boom!

Qin Lang collapsed to the ground.

Miao Jin said to the waiters outside, "Young Master Qin is not a good drinker. Quickly carry him to a private room!"

The three men rushed forward, helped the unconscious Qin Lang to a private room on the third floor, pushed open a door, and carried Qin Lang inside.

However, they did not put Qin Lang on the bed, but placed him beside the bed.

There was a person lying on the bed.

One of the men pulled a dagger from his pocket, stuffed it into Qin Lang's hand, and then grabbed his hand to stab the man on the bed in the chest.

"Pfft!"

The dagger pierced the waiter's arm.

The man took a step back in disbelief. "You... how come you're still awake?"

Qin Lang rubbed his still slightly dizzy head, stood up while leaning against the window, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I was dizzy, but I fell down and hit the wall, which woke me up in pain. If you had caught me sooner, I could have succeeded."

The three men's gazes gradually hardened.

The master instructed that this matter must be completed, and Qin Lang must be kept here.

The other two men pulled out daggers from their pockets. The injured man had the dagger in Qin Lang's hand, so he could only fight with his fists.

"Three against one, the advantage is on our side."

"on!"

At his command, the three men charged forward, their fists and daggers aimed at Qin Lang.

Normally, let alone three, Qin Lang wouldn't even care about three hundred.

But the drug was too potent; his legs were still weak, and he could only try his best to dodge.

With a swift movement, Qin Lang kicked aside the guy on the far side who was holding a dagger and dodged past him.

He retreated behind them, leaning against the round table for support.

The teapot in the room is right next to me.

The person on the bed was unconscious. Perhaps the tea contained a sleeping potion, but in his current state, he couldn't care less. He picked up the teapot and poured it over his head.

Fortunately, the tea was chilled in the summer, and the coolness that seeped into his head instantly jolted Qin Lang awake, making him more alert.

The three realized that Qin Lang was trying to save himself, and if they didn't deal with him quickly, things would probably get even more complicated.

They attacked again, their moves even more ferocious than before.

Qin Lang regained some of his senses, raised his foot and kicked the shop assistant who was charging at the front, sending him flying into the cabinet with a dull thud.

The other two stopped attacking and looked at Qin Lang in surprise.

What incredible leg strength!

Even while under the influence of sedatives, he was still able to kick someone a meter away.

Seeing that the other two didn't attack, Qin Lang glanced around the room and started planning his escape.

And that young master on the bed, I wonder whose he is.

But in his current state, he certainly can't take that person with him; he can only escape first and then report to the authorities.

"Shhhhhh!"

Three soft sounds echoed inside the room.

Qin Lang felt a sharp pain in his knees, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

The door opened, and a man in black wearing a straw hat walked in.

This person actually shot the hidden weapon directly through the crack in the door.

"You're here."

The three men respectfully withdrew.

The man in black seemed not to hear what the three were saying. He walked directly to Qin Lang's side and kicked him in the face, sending him flying.

Qin Lang let out a muffled groan.

This kick was many times harder than the one he had just kicked that guy.

The man in black extended his hand, and the waiter handed him the dagger. He then slowly walked to Qin Lang's side.

Just as Qin Lang was struggling to stand up, the man in black plunged a dagger into Qin Lang's arm.

Qin Lang groaned and collapsed weakly again.

The hand holding the dagger twisted, and Qin Lang finally cried out in pain, "Ah!"

You dare to hurt my men!

With the dagger drawn, the man in black ordered the waiter inside, "Continue!"

The injured men, ignoring their wounds, helped Qin Lang to the bedside.

Just at this critical moment, Junyi's voice rang out from outside.

"Lord Lin! Where are you going?!"

Before the others could react, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Minister of War Lin Ju stood prominently at the door.

There were still traces of rain on the shoulders of his crimson official robes.

Several people looked at each other.

The man in black reacted quickly.

"Shhhhhh!"

After throwing silver needles at his three subordinates, he quickly jumped out of the window.

The three men fell to the ground, silver needles stuck in their foreheads, their eyes wide open in death.

Lin Ju's gaze fell on Qin Lang in front of the bed. He was about to ask him how he was doing when he saw the person on the bed. His eyes narrowed suddenly.

"Qi'er!"

The person in the bed was his son, Lin Qi.

Lin Ju disregarded everything else and ran to the bedside to check on his son. He felt that Lin Qi was still breathing and had a pulse, and his pale face eased a little.

Yun Ting stepped forward and checked Lin Ju's neck, saying, "His pulse is normal; he should just be unconscious. Don't worry, sir."

Lin Ju stood up and bowed deeply to Yun Ting, saying, "Thank you very much, Guardian Jiang. I am deeply grateful."

After Yunting discovered Qin Lang's whereabouts, he sent men to follow him from Liu Yu'er's house to Zuixianju. When his men noticed something unusual about Zuixianju, they immediately notified Yunting.

Yun Ting came under the guise of Jiang Ting, a guard of the Jiang family, saying that he was buying pastries for his young lady. He happened to encounter Young Master Qin in trouble, and because of his status, he had no choice but to stop the carriage of Lin Ju, the Minister of War.

They originally intended for him to be a witness, but unexpectedly, things turned out differently, and the Duke of England's mansion ended up owing him an enormous favor.

"These are all things I should do," Yun Ting replied respectfully.

"You...look at me," Qin Lang said weakly, lying on the ground.

His arm was still bleeding profusely, and although the two men were being polite, neither of them paid any attention to him.

Lin Ju smiled apologetically and half-squatted down to check Qin Lang's injuries. "Nephew, how are you?"

Qin Lang's tense expression completely relaxed, and he smiled weakly, saying, "Uncle Lin, if you don't take me to see a doctor soon, I'm afraid my arm will be ruined!"

Yun Ting squatted down and said to Lin Ju, "Lord Lin, let me carry Young Master Qin to the clinic!"

With Lin Ju's help, Yun Ting carried Qin Lang on his back, while Lin Ju himself carried his son Lin Qi on his back, and together they went to the nearest clinic.