At the mont the bottle cap opened, all the thugs, including Han Ling, retreated several steps in fear.
One of the younger thugs even exclaid in terror, "Boss, I’ve heard, I’ve heard that this little girl is Divine Doctor Zhen Xiuming’s closed-door disciple! Many people challenged her before, and they all ended up ssed up. We, we better be careful and let her go! Who knows, she might be holding a deadly poison!"
With a loud smack, Han Ling’s stick rcilessly struck the man’s butt.
"Get lost! Don’t inflate others’ morale while diminishing our own! Even if she’s the doctor’s disciple, she’s just a little girl! I refuse to believe that we, as grown n, can’t handle her!"
With a twinkle in his eye, Han Ling raised the stick in his hand and threw it fiercely at Lin Shuang and others: "Since we can’t get close, let’s use the sticks to hit them! Once the sticks are used up, use stones, knock them out first and then talk!"
Using sticks to hit? That’s a great idea!
The thugs imdiately followed suit, throwing the sticks in their hands.
But they hadn’t realized that what they thought was a clever move actually ard the opposition with weapons.
Lin Shuang and the others calmly took two steps back, while the two servant girls quickly stepped forward, catching the sticks that were thrown first, then dodging left and right, knocking away the sticks with a series of thuds.
With various chaotic sounds, the sticks scattered everywhere.
The thugs were utterly dumbfounded, and now without sticks, they were truly at the end of their wits.
Han Ling swallowed hard and waved, shouting, "Go get stones! Anything that can be thrown, throw it hard at them! Don’t go easy!"
The boss had spoken, so the thugs naturally complied imdiately.
So went to the courtyard to find stones, so returned to the rooms carrying boxes used to store fake costics, and so even brought cold buns from the kitchen that had been there for who knows how many days.
Seeing the motley assortnt of "weapons" in everyone’s hands, Lin Shuang couldn’t help but laugh with amusent.
Xiao i and Xiao Li crossed their arms, smiling as they watched. After all, they had already sent a ssage to the Sixth Prince; these thugs weren’t a match for them. Now they might as well just play around with this bunch.
"Throw it! Throw it hard! Anyone who hits the maid will be rewarded fifty taels of silver, but hit Lin Shuang, and I’ll give a thousand taels of silver!"
A large reward inspires courage; everyone shouted as they began throwing their weapons.
At first, it was stones and spatulas, later transforming into slly shoes and socks, eventually cold buns and potatoes.
Xiao i and Xiao Li, both skilled fighters, swung their sticks, using just one hand to fend off the rain of weapons, occasionally even saving so goodies for Lin Shuang.
"Xiao i, that box is so pretty, save it for !"
Xiao i nodded, continuing to swing her stick with one hand and quickly stretching out and retracting the other, a finely crafted small box landing in Lin Shuang’s hand.
"Wow, though Ling Frost Pavilion made lots of fakes, you must admit, they certainly spent a lot on packaging! Look at this craftsmanship, it’s even better than our Frost Pavilion’s boxes!"
Lian Qiao nodded in agreent, "It’s just a pity that soone who makes such boxes is a bad guy!"
It’s not the ill-intentioned you should fear, but those who are ill-intentioned and cultured!
Lin Shuang regrettably sighed and stuffed the small box into Du Ruo’s hand: "Take it for your daughter to use with her dolls!"
With that, Lin Shuang asked Xiao Li to throw over a small wooden figurine she’d spotted.
The little wooden figurine was beautifully carved, a freshly completed small tiger, lifelike and fierce.
She marveled at it for a mont, then pushed it into Lian Qiao’s hand: "Take it ho for your son to play with!"
Du Ruo had a daughter and Lian Qiao had a son. Lin Shuang adored these little ones, often gifting them small playthings.
Just as Lian Qiao put away the small tiger, her eyes sparkled as she exclaid, "Wow, Miss, there’s actually silver!"
Indeed there was silver!
Who knows which fool, once out of throwable items, ran to grab the money chest from Han Ling’s stash.
Amidst their yells, he began throwing silver like stones; his loyal and earnest appearance was quite affable!
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