Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

Su An knew that he was a rookie, so let alone helping Fu Jun, it was already good enough that he didn't cause trouble for him.

She retreated to a safe area and began to watch the battle nervously.

Seeing that He Cheng was in the air, the whip also separated from him. Fu Zhun moved his wrist slightly and whipped again. The long whip was like a flexible poisonous snake, winding towards He Cheng's head.

If He Cheng was hit by this whip, he would be either dead or crippled.

Su An also became excited and clenched her fists.

Beat him to death, beat him to death!

But unfortunately, He Cheng suddenly used the short sword in his hand to block the attack of the long whip, and then he got a chance to catch his breath and fell to the ground.

The long whip wrapped around the dagger and was about to be swept away.

At the critical moment, He Cheng's eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent. He retreated to advance, tapped the ground with his toes, and following the force of the whip, stabbed Fu Zhun in the face with the dagger in his hand.

"Since you insist on protecting her, then you should die first!"

Fu Zhun pulled the whip in his left hand and pulled out a section of the whip, which just happened to hit his dagger.

The sword blade flashed with cold light and looked extremely sharp, but at this moment it could not penetrate the whip even a little bit.

During the stalemate, the veins on He Cheng's neck bulged out.

Judging from the situation, Fu Zhun seems to be at a disadvantage.

After all, he suffers from a leg disease, so no matter how powerful his martial arts skills are, it is inevitable that he will be somewhat hindered when fighting.

Su An frowned and stared at them, his heart hanging in the air.

Fu Zhun, please don't get into any trouble!

Just as she finished praying, she saw Fu Zhun suddenly exert force, taking advantage of the momentum to slide a distance, then he adjusted the direction neatly and pressed the mechanism on the wheelchair.

A steel needle ejected instantly.

He Cheng widened his eyes and quickly rolled in the air, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

However, there was still a bloody scratch on his face.

He landed steadily on the ground, raised his hand and gently wiped the blood off his face with his fingertips, the madness in his eyes becoming more and more violent.

"Okay, very good!"

He Cheng stepped forward quickly, holding a short sword in his hand, as if he was determined to kill.

But when he was about to reach Fu Zhun, he turned the sword and tried to bypass him and assassinate Su An.

You can touch him, but you can’t touch Su An!

Su An is his Achilles' heel.

Fu Zhun was filled with anger and he pulled out a dagger from his side and threw it at He Cheng.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, He Cheng quickly took up his sword to resist.

It was at this moment that Fu Zhun swung another long whip on his wrist.

The long whip collided with the bones inside, making a crisp sound.

He Cheng's face was twisted in pain and he was forced to drop the dagger in his hand.

Taking advantage of his inability to defend himself, Fu Zhun whipped him, rolled him in front of him, and grabbed his neck.

"I said, don't touch her!"

"Since you don't understand what I'm saying, then die!"

"I knew you could beat him..."

A hint of joy appeared on Su An's face. Just as he gave a compliment, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if something was pressing against it.

"Uncle, wait a minute. Miss Su is in my hands now. If you don't want anything to happen to Miss Su, then let him go!"

At the same time, Chu Yi's unhurried voice sounded behind him.

Fu Zhun looked back and saw Chu Yi holding a dagger and holding Su An hostage.

"Fu Zhun was so kind as to save your life, and this is how you repay him? You are so shameless, you bastard!" Su An was so angry that his face turned red, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse.

But Chu Yi was not angry. Instead, he leaned over with a playful smile, leaned close to her ear, and said something with a smile.

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. He is useful to me and cannot die. Miss Su will surely understand me in the future."

Seeing him being so intimate with Su An, Fu Zhun's face turned pale and his hands couldn't help but tighten.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, save me!"

He Cheng pulled at his hand, looked at Chu Yi with a pleading look, and uttered a few fragmented notes.

"It's a pity that Miss Su, who was so beautiful, died like this. Uncle, please think twice!"

Chu Yi gestured at Su An's face and threatened him with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhun waved his sleeves and threw He Cheng out.

"Get lost! You'd better stay away from me from now on. Otherwise, if you fall into my hands again, I will definitely take your life!"

He Cheng fell to the ground in a mess and limped towards Chu Yi.

Chu Yi put away the dagger as promised, put it back into the scabbard at his waist, pushed Su An lightly, and let her go.

But when Su An and He Cheng passed by each other, murderous intent suddenly appeared in He Cheng's eyes.

At the critical moment, it was Chu Yi who shouted softly.

"He Cheng, stop being so presumptuous!"

Hearing this, He Cheng had no choice but to lower his head unwillingly and walk behind Chu Yi.

Chu Yi looked at Fu Zhun deeply, turned around and hurried away with He Cheng.

When Su An came up to her, the coldness in Fu Zhun's eyes melted away, and he looked her up and down worriedly.

"Are you hurt?"

Su An shook his head, still angry about what had just happened.

"I wasn't hurt. He was just trying to scare us and had no intention of actually killing me. But you just saved him, and he treated you like this for an insignificant person. I really feel sorry for you!"

The issues involved cannot be explained in a few words, and whether it is worth it or not is not that important.

Fu Zhun smiled bitterly and replied indifferently.

"As long as you're okay."

After returning to his residence, He Cheng knelt on the ground with his fists clasped and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

"Today, I lost my mind for a moment and nearly caused a mistake, ruining Your Majesty's plan. I beg Your Majesty to punish me."

"How's the investigation going on for you?"

Chu Yi sat in his seat, glanced at him coldly, and picked up the teacup on the table and lowered it lightly.

But the more calm he was, the more uneasy He Cheng became.

He did not dare to hide anything and reported the truth immediately.

"The assassination incident indeed had nothing to do with Miss Li. It was instigated by that Northern Hu spy using Miss Li's name. Miss Li was unaware of this."

What a Northern Hu spy!

Chu Yi tightened his grip suddenly, and with a bang, the teacup in his hand was crushed to pieces.

Tea splashed out, and porcelain fragments mixed with a little blood fell to the ground.

"Investigate, keep investigating! I want to see what this Northern Hu is planning to do!"

The cold voice squeezed out from between his teeth, making people feel chilled.

"Yes, my subordinates will go check it out now!"

He Cheng responded in panic and quickly retreated.

The scene changed, and the once glamorous Li Wanyue was locked up in jail for only half a day. She looked much more haggard, and the makeup on her face was washed away by tears.

She had fallen into the water and was thrown into jail before she had a chance to rest.

At the moment, she looked a little listless, crawling on the ground in a mess, dying.

Hearing the footsteps of the jailer passing by, she seemed to see hope. She suddenly looked up, pulled out the gold hairpin from her head, crawled to the edge of the cell using her hands and feet, and called out to the jailer.