"Cousin, what do you think?"
On the left side of the long street, in an elegant interior of a tall building, Ji Cunxiao flapped his folding fan with a smile on his face.
Sitting not far behind him was a young man in black clothes with dark skin, slightly thick lips, a pair of strange pale gray eyes, thick hands, and an equally rough tone: "Boring!"
Ji Cunxiao put away the folding fan and said in surprise: "You are the second among the top ten young masters and have been obsessed with martial arts for twenty years. Don't you be interested in Jiang Yuqing, who is also a genius?"
Ji Ligu said: "Lu Jiu is no match for me. I can defeat him with one move! Besides, the top ten young masters are not really powerful. There are so many young masters in the capital! What kind of genius are you talking about!"
Lu Jiu was no match for him, and naturally he wouldn't take Jiang Yuqing seriously either.
Ji Cunxiao chuckled: "He is a true spirit of the Shinto. He broke through the seventh peak of Jiuluan Mountain and is now a half-step master."
Ji Ligu took a sip of tea: "He is not a real Shinto Qi. The kind of Qi rolled together is doubtful. The seventh peak of Jiuluan Mountain uses the experience of his ancestors! In short, the Jiang family is building momentum!"
"Do you believe in the imperial court's fly-camping dog dog?"
Ji Cunxiao sat aside helplessly. Anyway, he believed in Xin Zhuo's ability. How could someone who could write "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "Tao Te Ching" be mediocre?
Ji Ligu looked at him: "Then who should I believe?"
Ji Cunxiao couldn't help but feel bored for a while, and thought for a moment: "Okay, is the next thing really boring?"
Ji Ligu held the back of his head with both hands, stretched out a pair of long legs, and put them on the two singing girls at the side: "It's just a conspiracy!"
…
On the long street, Lingyi took a deep breath and walked towards the group of luxurious cars.
When it was close to ten feet away, the ten guards beside the car were already alert, and they lined up to surround him, swooping down with a fierce momentum.
"Miss Ling."
Zhang Guangpu shouted in fear, not knowing whether to enter or retreat. The reason why he caught up with Lingyi was just to enter Qiufeng Academy. At this time, Lingyi ignored him and simply looked at the Northern Xinjiang warrior Miao Xiaoliu who met him by chance behind him, " Brother Miao..."
But he saw Miao Xiaoliu shrinking his head and his body trembling.
He could not help but curse in a low voice: "Coward!"
Seeing that the dozens of riders on the street were about to rush towards him, Lingyi suddenly stopped, his eyes were red, and he clasped his fists and said loudly: "Lingyi begs the crown prince to let go of my mother, Mr. Ling! My mother has nothing to do with you. The matter between Qin Yuliu and others, It has nothing to do with my mother!"
More than a dozen horsemen surrounded her with clattering hooves, and cold murderous aura swept out.
But the luxury car was still driving, and it slowly stopped when it got close. Dozens of guards on both sides stared coldly, without saying a word, and there was no sound in the car.
An icy pressure spread in all directions.
Lingyi couldn't help but tremble, but still gritted his teeth and persisted, his eyes full of perseverance and stubbornness.
The surrounding streets were gradually filled with people watching.
"sieve……"
The first drizzle of the autumnal equinox finally fell, and soon the world became cold.
Among the crowd watching dozens of feet away behind the motorcade, Xiong Zhao was about to open the oil-paper umbrella, but Xin Zhuo held him down: "No, it will easily block your view when watching the excitement."
He held a bunch of candied haws in his hand and bit into it, leaving a piece of brown sugar coating on the corner of his mouth.
Next to them, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui and other six people also held a candied haws in their hands and looked at the car in front with wide eyes.
At this time, Xin Zhuo seemed to be caught, and handed the remaining four candied haws to Xiong Zhao. The latter didn't mind it, so he took it and ate it as a matter of course, earning strange looks from Huang Dagui and others.
This is the first time Xin Zhuo has gone out in the past twenty days. My mother, Ji Jiuwei, has been staying with him at home. According to my mother's wishes, she let him go out to cause trouble and commit crimes. Her hands were itchy and she wanted to kill a few dishonest people.
It’s just that Xin Zhuo feels...
I still treat him as a child who doesn't understand the world. It's not that he can't do things like getting into trouble, but it's fun to bully people everywhere, but it's not in line with his style of acting. Who does things that are not beneficial? Aren't you talking nonsense? So it was replaced by Jiang Yugyu.
Jiang Yugui was like a tiger coming out of the cage. He immediately beat up a group of petty officials, beat up a few college students, and robbed someone's daughter. However, they came to apologize to him. There is nothing more ridiculous in the world. This kid Combat power is too low.
He spent eight of the past twenty days studying the puppet at home. Yes, he opened his mouth. The old lady agreed. However, the puppet could not sacrifice spirits, and it was not worth researching. It would take several years to complete it. The training was successful.
Therefore, in the remaining time, he was pulled by his mother to practice archery. It is said that my mother's archery skills came from his biological father Jiang Wen. Jiang Wen's archery skills were the best in Beijing at that time. Three arrows determined the three countries in the Western Regions. It was not false.
The archery talent in his genes is quite good, at least the grumpy old lady didn't lose her temper.
It wasn't until today that I remembered that Murong Yi and Yan Kuzong, who were imprisoned in the Prison of the Thirteenth City Soldiers and Horses Division, came here specifically to ask them what they wanted to do with them, and also took Cui Ying'er and the others out to relax.
"Master!" Han Qiniang was dressed as a maid. She had eaten and drank enough these days, and her skin was much fairer. She quietly pointed at the bear's paw: "You have an affair with her, right? You two kissed indirectly."
The words were too direct, and the tone was weird. Bear Claw had never experienced this before. He blinked his beautiful blue eyes and simply continued to bite the candied haws.
"Qiniang, you don't understand." Bai Jian gained some weight and smiled, "This girl is as beautiful as a fairy, and she is just right for us to be... Young Master, who among our young masters doesn't have a concubine? No. People understand Young Master better than I do!”
"You know how to be beautiful." Huang Dagui stroked his long beard, "This is called a gentleman's love for beauty in a proper way!"
"Everything you fucking say makes sense!" Murong Xiu snapped his fingers and pointed at the driver, "But I don't understand why the young master doesn't want to ride in a carriage but wants to walk?"
Xin Zhuo said with a smile: "My butt hurts from sitting in the car too much, and now I understand that there is no free lunch in this world. Wherever you stand, you have to bear certain responsibilities.
When we were bandits, we were afraid, afraid of being suppressed by the government, and afraid of being destroyed by other bandits; when we entered the rivers and lakes, we had to bear the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes; when we entered the mansion of this wealthy family, we naturally had to bear the scornful behavior of the court. Even the emperor had to take care of himself from time to time. He is always worried about being destroyed by his ministers.
No one in the world can be truly invincible. The so-called all living beings suffer, this is the true meaning of the world!
I felt like my eyelids were twitching early in the morning, and something bad happened on the designated road! This damn place is a good place to ambush and see what these birdmen want to do. "
Only in front of the old bandits could he really let go of all his burdens.
Wearing a white satin robe, Cui Ying'er, whose complexion became fairer and more delicate, and who became much more beautiful, rolled her eyes at him: "Then you can't let the eighth leader take over, right?"
"Hahaha……"
Everyone burst into laughter, and Han Jiulang said: "I think the eighth leader is pretty good, and he can control the scene!"
Then he pointed to Lingyi in front of the car: "Huh? The little girl is pretty. This is the 863rd girl I want to take care of since I came to the capital at the age when I was most powerless."
Xin Zhuo looked at him: "Where did you learn this Diao Si quotation?"
"I learned it from Lao Bai."
"Ah, I learned it from Dagui."
"Haha, I learned it from Murong."
"I learned it from Commander Zhang Laoqiu of the mansion, and he said he learned it from the Crown Prince." Murong Xiu sighed.
Xin Zhuo also sighed: "Very good!"
Cui Ying'er glanced at Xin Zhuo's face at this time and whispered: "If you are tired, let's just become bandits?"
Murong Xiu and others immediately became energetic: "I think it will work!"
Xiongpao clapped her cheeks, and her hair was on fire. She was the only one who accompanied the Crown Prince out today. How did she encounter such a tiger and wolf thing? Is the eldest son of the Jiang family going out to become a bandit again?
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "We can discuss it, but not now. I have to take advantage of the opportunity to practice and eat fatter."
He said and pointed forward: "Danger is coming!"
In the drizzle, the luxury car still made no sound.
"I also ask the prince to let my mother go. Lingyi is willing to work as a cow or a horse to repay your kindness!"
Lingyi had shouted more than ten times, and his voice was hoarse.
Zhang Guangpu stood aside silently, sighed three times, and looked at Miao Xiaoliu behind him again. He was the only one who was one of his own, so he should at least help him. Then, his eyes shrank,
I saw that the timidity and fear in Miao Xiaoliu suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to have changed from a wandering warrior into a ferocious beast that chose people to eat. He raised his head slightly, and under his long wet hair, his eyes exuded a ghostly light. A cold, bloodthirsty light.
