"Today, I will cut off your ears and tongue, and then pick out your hand tendons to see if you dare to do it!" The young master said domineeringly, and walked up to Song Ya with a long sword in hand.
Song Ya was beaten to exhaustion and gritted his teeth and said: "I am an officer of the imperial court. If you dare to hurt me in the downtown area, the national law will definitely punish you!"
When the young master heard this, he burst out laughing with the evil slaves. He was both surprised and amused by Song Ya's childishness. "Okay, I'll see if the national law can cure me. The prime minister asked me to come to Xudu this time. You, a small officer, are nothing!"
While he was talking, the young master raised his long sword high and chopped it down. Everyone screamed and the timid ones covered their eyes with their hands. At this time, an evil slave flew in the air and hit the young master. The two screamed and fell into the crowd of onlookers, bumping into a large number of people watching the fun.
"who!"
After the young man got up, he roared at the crowd. His eyes finally locked on Song Xin, who was walking over step by step.
"Who are you!?" The young master pointed his sword at Song Xin and shouted.
Song Xin glanced at Song Ya and Liu Ling, and his eyes shrank. Ignoring the young master whose face was crooked with anger, he walked straight to Song Ya. The two evil slaves who were holding Song Ya looked down upon Song Xin when they saw that he was young, but they forgot that the boy just threw someone away casually.
They screamed and punched, but only three muffled sounds were heard. The three evil slaves covered their stomachs and rolled to the ground, their faces were like gold paper, and they were foaming at the mouth.
Song Xin walked to Song Ya, took out two grapes and fed them to him, then walked to Liu Ling. The two evil slaves holding her arms turned pale with fright, quickly let go and hid a few steps back.
"Sister Ling, are you okay? Come and eat this." Song Xin gave her a grape. At this time, Song Xin turned his back to the young master, as if he didn't care about him at all.
A ferocious look flashed across the young man's face, he rushed over in two steps, and struck Song Xin's head with the sword in his hand.
When Fei Peng saw this scene, he was so frightened that he screamed, "Master, be careful!!!" But at this time, the sword was about to hit Song Xin's head.
The people watching also exclaimed in surprise. They did not expect that he was killing people in the street regardless of the law, and they closed their eyes one after another.
"Ding!" After a sound of gold and iron intersecting, everyone opened their eyes and were horrified to see that Song Xin's two fingers were firmly clamping the young master's long sword.
Fei Peng's eyes widened and he thought he had seen it wrong. As if time stopped all of a sudden, everyone onlookers opened their mouths and exclaimed in surprise.
The young master was also a little frightened by the person in front of him. He wanted to draw his sword back, but no matter how hard he tried, the long sword seemed to be stuck to Song Xin's fingers. The young master threatened in panic: "Who are you!? How dare you..."
Song Xin exerted a little force with his fingers, and "pop!" There was a crisp sound of metal breaking, causing his words to come to an abrupt end.
Everyone looked shocked. Two fingers could catch the sharp sword and break it. No matter how stupid you are, you can tell that the person in front of you is not an ordinary person.
Song Xin held a half-cut sword in his hand and placed it on the young master's neck.
The evil slaves brought by the young master were all frightened. They were at a loss for a while and didn't know whether they should come to help. If this boy wiped the young master's neck, they would be in big trouble.
When the time comes, the eldest son will definitely kill them to vent his anger, but they are also afraid that Song Xin will really wipe the young master's neck, so they just watch helplessly, and no one dares to step forward easily.
"Who are you, beating my brother in the street?" Song Xin stared at him and asked calmly.
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"I...this young master...Qian Shou, is...it is...Jizhou...Qian...Qian family...According to the order of the prime minister, I came with my brother to Xudu to send money and food to Jizhou Household registration roll... let go of it quickly, otherwise..."
His domestic slaves also hurriedly shouted, but they did not dare to shout loudly for fear of irritating Song Xin. At this time, there was a strange scene. A group of people were smiling and talking softly, but they said harsh words: "Yes , hurry up and let go of my young master, otherwise, the prime minister will definitely punish you."
Song Xin rolled his eyes at them and said: "Send the scrolls as soon as they are delivered. When I arrive, I will not go to the prime minister's house and beat my cousin in the street? Do you want to kill him?"
"This... this... is tiring from the journey..."
At this time, Song Ya said: "Cousin, don't hurt him... We can't afford to offend the Qian family..."
Seeing that Song Ya seemed to be giving in, Qian Shou puffed up his chest slightly and said, "He's right, if you kill me, the Qian family will definitely wipe out your whole family."
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?" Song Xin shook his finger, and a small wound immediately appeared on Qian Shou's neck. A trace of blood was like a small red snake crawling out of the broken eggshell. come out.
Qian Shou was so frightened that he trembled, "You... you... you dare..."
At this time, Song Ya grabbed Song Xin's wrist and said, "Cousin, don't be impulsive..." When Song Ya said this, his teeth also chattered.
Only by fighting the enemy desperately on the front lines can they become low-level officers. These dandy boys could easily ride on their heads and bully him.
He wished he could kill Qian Shou, but his reason told him that if Qian Shou died, his father Qian Zhao would probably wipe out the Song family.
Song Xin naturally understood Song Ya's difficulties. He wanted to scare Qian Shou, not take his life. Slowly take the broken sword away from Qian Shou's neck.
"You have to wait until tomorrow for such an important matter such as money, food and household registration." After saying that, he took out a waistband in front of Qian Shou.
"Are you from the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Qian Shou asked in surprise as he recognized the words on the waist badge. His eyes glanced back and forth between Song Xin and the waist card.
Song Xin was not in the mood to explain to him, so he slapped the broken sword on the ground and inserted it directly into the soil several inches deep.
Qian Shou was covered in cold sweat, feeling that he had just walked around the gate of hell, and two domestic slaves hurriedly supported him back.
His heart was beating like a running rabbit at this time, and he suddenly felt that his chest was stagnant, his throat was blocked, and his breath was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't come out. It felt like there was a lump in my throat. His bloodshot eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't breathe. In a few breaths, his face turned from red to white.
"Damn, I'm so scared." Song Xin was also a little stunned. He didn't expect that this guy was a master of external force.
"Quickly...come to the doctor! Young master, you have a throat infection!" A servant shouted loudly.
Song Xin's consciousness scanned Qian Shou's body and he already knew the symptoms. He walked towards Qian Shou.
Qian Shou was still conscious at this time. When he saw Song Xin coming over, he was so frightened that his throat became more clogged. He covered his neck, rolled his eyes and passed out.
"If you dare to harm the young master, we will fight with you!" the slave said.
"If you want him to live, get out of my way."
The house slaves looked at each other, but they didn't know whether they should get out of the way. At this time, Song Ya and Liu Ling came over. Liu Ling said loudly: "My young master has studied medicine with Dr. Zhang Zhongjing. If you don't get out of the way, this man will die!"
Song Xin shook his head. He was originally
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He didn't want to save this dude, but if he died on the street, those who hated him would probably make a fuss about it.
Thinking of this, regardless of the dazed house slaves, he walked to Qian Shou. At this time, there were two bloody pieces of flesh in his throat, which were extremely red and swollen, blocking the trachea.
"It seems the crux is here."
She pressed her fingers lightly on his throat, and two small needles made of sharp golden seals instantly pierced into the two pieces of bruised flesh.
Two dark brown blood lines flowed out from the hole pierced by the sharp golden seal.
"Why is it this color..." Song Xin felt strange. He put a little of the bruise on his finger and put it in front of his nose to smell it. It turned out to be fishy.
"How long have your young master been like this?" Song Xin asked.
A domestic slave said: "It happened two or three years ago. After seeing many doctors, he couldn't breathe. This time the prime minister asked him to come to Xudu with the eldest son, saying that he wanted to find a famous doctor to help him. Diagnosis and treatment.”
Song Xin watched as the black blood flowed out gradually diminished, and Qian Shou's complexion gradually returned to normal before he said, "Bring me some strong liquor, the strongest kind."
"I have it here." After a while, Fei Peng walked into the crowd. As soon as she entered, she attracted many eyes.
Song Xin smiled, took the flask and smelled it. It was not a strong drink at all, but it was better than nothing. He poured the wine gently on Qian Shou's neck wound to rinse it. After a while, Qian Shou opened his eyes slightly and woke up.
"Miracle doctor, miraculous doctor." The people watching and the family slaves who were waiting for their birthdays all exclaimed.
Feipeng looked at Song Xin and felt even more proud. Song Ya asked: "Cousin, is he okay?"
"Well, it's okay."
Suddenly, a roar came from outside the crowd, "Who hit my brother!" After saying this, Qianjia walked over. Seeing Song Xin squatting with his back to him and his brother Qian Shou lying on the ground with dirty blood around him, he thought his brother had been killed. He exclaimed and rushed over in a rage.
At the same time, he pulled out the sword from his waist and roared: "Kill my brother, you must die!"
"Young Master, no! He is saving people!"
Qian Jia was stunned. At this time, Song Xin turned around, smiled at him and said, "Brother Qian, you are fine."
Qianjia narrowed his eyes and stared at Song Xin's face for a long time. A vague face gradually became clear in his memory. Suddenly his eyes suddenly widened, "You...Song Xin!?"
"I'm the one here." Song Xin smiled. Fei Peng, Liu Ling and Song Ya were all stunned.
They actually knew each other.
"Your brother has a throat disease. I will help him drain some blood, otherwise he will die." Song Xin said. Qian Jia hurriedly came over to check and saw that his brother was fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't expect that he would fall ill before seeing a famous doctor..."
"Your brother just wanted to kidnap my sister Ling and beat my cousin."
Qianjia suddenly looked ashamed and apologized quickly.
Qian Shou woke up at this time and was shocked to see Song Xin talking to Qian Jia. Later, after hearing what happened from the slaves, he said with a look of shame on his face: "Thank you so much for saving my life..."
"Okay, you just insulted my brother, and I had no intention of saving you. It was just to avoid trouble. You haven't recovered from this disease, and I'm afraid it will relapse in the future."
Song Xin said to Qian Jia: "Master Qian, since my brother is fine, let's meet again another day."
Qian Jia said: "There was a misunderstanding today. Qian needs to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion first. He will definitely bring this incompetent person to the door to apologize someday."
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