Crossing the Passenger Sacrifice

Li Huoyue confirmed his guess. He didn't expect that even if he avoided the princes and nobles, he would still encounter such a thing.

A former third place scholar, now just a seventh-rank supervisor, what was so good about him that was worth a number one scholar saying those words in the hall for him?

Li Huoyue couldn't figure it out, and the thought that the money she spent might go down the drain made her already irritable mood even worse. She sighed and said, "This kind of person actually wasted an item card on my mother. It's such a loss."

"You yourself said that Sang Fuqing is good-looking."

Li Huoyue felt even more disgusted when he heard this and retorted, "I've said there are so many beautiful people. I also said the eldest princess is beautiful. Why don't you choose the eldest princess for me?"

"Then I'll have someone bring the eldest princess to you?" The fourth brother said slowly, as if he was talking about sending someone to the street to buy snacks.

After the brother and sister made a few serious jokes, they sighed at the same time.

"It seems that Sang Fuqing is determined to cancel this marriage. Your father is useless and your mother is not around. What are you going to do..."

Before the fourth brother finished speaking, Li Huoyue interrupted and asked, "Still no news about mother?"

The fourth one shook his head.

"The engagement is definitely cancelled, but it has nothing to do with whether Sang Fuqing is determined or not. Even if he wants to continue, it's impossible. It's just that I'm not sure what Sang Fuqing's mother is like. I came here just to ask you, this..."

As he was speaking, he heard a maid's wailing in the yard outside. After carefully distinguishing the words, he seemed to hear someone from his eldest sister-in-law's yard coming to find Li Huoyue, saying that their master had ridden out of the house on horseback.

Li Huoyue felt a little strange. Although her mother was not at home recently and she was in charge of all matters, the people in her sister-in-law's courtyard were brought by her sister-in-law herself. It didn't make sense for her to deal with any problems, right?

What's more, the master was riding a horse out of the house.

"Sister-in-law, just let her go out. With her skills, few people can do anything to her." The fourth brother was a little impatient.

They just felt that the maid's behavior was inappropriate. They were discussing important matters and had no time to deal with such trivial matters. They opened the study door and wanted to chase her away.

But the maid shook her head and continued crying for a long time. It took Li Huoyue a long time to hear a word clearly.

"My wife went to the Sang Mansion to beat Lord Sang for you to vent her anger. What if she hits me too hard and something goes wrong?"

Li Huoyue was so frightened that he stood up and almost spilled his tea.

She knew too well the destructive power of her sister-in-law.

"Quick! Prepare your horse!"

Li Huoyue picked up the cloak that the fourth brother had hung on the rack and gave orders hurriedly, not daring to delay for a moment.

"I'll go too." The fourth brother followed.

Li Huoyue said as he walked, "No, they are all women. At most, Sang Fuqing is a rookie there. You'd better not get involved. It's a different situation."

The fourth brother thought it made sense and turned back to the study without hesitation.

Before leaving, Li Huoyue thought of something and ordered, "Tell the person who usually takes care of the neighborhood relations in the Sang Mansion to go to the Sang Mansion."

After saying this, she mounted her sleek chestnut horse and galloped away from the Li Mansion, heading straight for the Sang Mansion where she was originally going to get married in a month.

Sang Fuqing on this side didn't know what was about to happen. He walked slowly on the road, occasionally stopping to ponder Xu Jiaoer's poem again. Thinking of Xu Jiaoer's face, his heart was filled with sweetness.

Because of Sang Fuqing's procrastination, Li Huoyue's sister-in-law and her people arrived at Sang Mansion before him.

The Sang Mansion is very small, so small that as long as the door is opened, anyone can see everything inside the mansion.

The eldest sister-in-law found her childhood friend in anger and told him what had happened. She became angrier and angrier as she spoke. When the three of them arrived at the Sang Mansion, they almost kicked the door open and rushed in.

There were a few people standing in the yard in twos and threes, with a shorter man at the center, laughing and talking about something funny. They all looked like weak scholars.

Seeing several women rushing in aggressively, the laughter and talking stopped abruptly, and they stared towards the door blankly, not reacting at all.

The eldest sister-in-law and the others had never seen Sang Fuqing before, and they were stunned for a moment.

It was the only childhood friend who didn't hold any weapon who spoke first: "Who among you is Sang Fuqing?"

When several scholars heard the question, they all looked at the short man in the center. The man did not shirk or deny it. He puffed out his chest and took a few steps forward, looking like the one in charge.

He asked, "What brings you to my Sang Mansion?"

The man's facial features were soft and his voice was a little rough, but his tone and speed still sounded delicate.

The sister-in-law nodded secretly.

This is consistent with her opinion of Sang Fuqing as a "gigolo".

She didn't even say "I'm looking for you", she just wanted to swing the sledgehammer in her hand quickly without any hesitation.

The purple-clothed childhood friend standing by was afraid that the weak scholar would not be able to resist the beating, so he quickly stopped him and said, "He is a scholar, he can't be compared to those who can take a beating!"

Even though the sister-in-law's sledgehammer was snatched away, she did not change her original intention. She took two steps forward and punched the other person directly in the face.

The "pretty boy" who had no fighting experience could not withstand such a punch. Even if he dodged slightly after noticing it, it was of no avail.

By the time everyone reacted, the "pretty boy" was already lying on the ground, without any movement for a long time.

"Oh my god, he's not dead, is he?" The yellow-clothed kid who spoke first turned pale and asked in surprise.

The eldest sister-in-law was also stunned: "I'm holding back, how can I die so easily?"

"Then go and have a look."

The other scholars then woke up from their dreams and wondered how they could go to check on the person on the ground.

Fortunately, the "pretty boy" lying on the ground was just knocked unconscious and was not dead yet.

After being helped up by everyone, his face was already red and swollen, his hair was slightly loose, and he looked even more frail.

"Who are you?" A scholar was so angry at this scene, "How dare you beat up the number one scholar... the number one woman... the number one woman who was personally appointed by the emperor for no reason!"

The three people who came to seek explanation were stunned by this, and obviously realized that they had found the wrong person.

The childhood friend in yellow was the first to come to his senses and asked back, "We said from the beginning that we were going to find Sang Fuqing, so who let her jump out of this without knowing why?!"

The eldest sister-in-law nodded: "Yes, yes, she herself... Wait a minute, a female champion?! What's your surname, Xu?!"

Xu Jiaoer turned her back, spat out the blood in her mouth, and after cleaning herself up, she replied, "It is me."

Now that Xu Jiao'er is the top scholar, the other scholars admire her literary talent very much. Seeing that she remained calm even after being beaten for no reason, they feel that such a wonderful person should not suffer such injustice, and they all speak out to condemn the visitor's barbaric behavior.

Xu Jiao'er was caught off guard just now, but when she came to her senses, she immediately guessed the other party's purpose and identity.

She was angry at being beaten at first, but she was more grateful that the other party came at her in a good way.

I thought with disdain in my heart that the women in the deep houses of ancient times were really simple-minded. They couldn't keep their cool.

Now, as long as she behaves more knowledgeable and well-mannered, the young lady of the Li family will be criticized by everyone as a jealous and shrewd woman. From then on, this reputation will be nailed to her and spread among the people in the southern capital.