"Uh..." A painful groan came from Yang Bing's mouth. Looking at the gun in his hand, there was no bullets left. Yang Bing smiled calmly: "I really got rid of it this time."
"Bang!" A blazing bullet accurately hit Yang Bing's heart. Yang Bing felt no pain, but felt his body tremble. He looked hard at the sea in the distance and saw that his comrades had successfully evacuated. He wanted to wave to them. But his hands seemed to be filled with lead, as heavy as a thousand pounds. He tried to lift them up, but they didn't move at all. As the eyelids of his eyes slowly closed, Yang Bing lost consciousness. "Master Yang? Oh, my Master Yang!" Yang Bing, who was in a daze, felt someone shaking his body and slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, Master Yang, you're finally awake!" Yang Bing opened his eyes, and what he saw was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup on her face, but she was dressed like an ancient person, and she exuded a A pungent aroma.
As his consciousness gradually awakened, Yang Bing sat up suddenly: "What's going on! Didn't I sacrifice myself?"
Looking at the surrounding environment, it looks like an ancient room with luxurious decorations and a strong fragrance filling the room.
Looking down at himself again, Yang Bing was surprised to find that his hair had turned into long hair and he was also wearing a blue robe.
Just as he was about to speak, his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a bunch of messy memories poured into Yang Bing's brain.
Yang Bing, the eldest son of Yang Xiyuan, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, was spoiled as a child because he was the only son in the family. By the time Yang Xiyuan found out that his son had become a dandy, it was already too late.
This Yang Bing is a well-known useless young master in Kyoto. It is rumored that this young master is extremely lustful. When he was eight years old, he needed three maids to sleep with him, and the brothel girls in Kyoto were also played by him. , and spent all day living in debauchery.
After briefly digesting the memory in his mind, Yang Bing finally understood: "Am I traveling through time?"
Without waiting for Yang Bing to ask, the middle-aged woman just pulled Yang Bing up: "Hey, my Mr. Yang, don't be in a daze. Your old man is here. You can run away from the back door. If you let Mr. Yang I found out that you came to my Zuihua Building again, so you must not tear down my roof!"
Yang Bing was pulled outside by the middle-aged woman, and followed the corridor outside to the kitchen of Zuihua Building. Yang Bing looked at the middle-aged woman, and the name 'Mama Sun' emerged in his mind.
Mother Sun anxiously ordered someone to open the back door. Seeing that it was Yang Bing, a waiter immediately ran over and skillfully opened the secret door hidden behind the wall. He had obviously done it many times.
"Master Yang, when you return to the prime minister's house, you must not tell Master Yang that you came to my place. This is my thank you!" Sun's mother said as she pushed Yang Bing out of the door.
This Zuihua House was originally the largest brothel in Kyoto, and as the old bustard here, Mother Sun has experienced everything over the years, but she has never seen anything like Yang Bing. As the son of the current prime minister, But he frequently visited Fenghua places, which made Yang Xiyuan very angry. As a military general, Yang Xiyuan had a bad temper. After learning about Yang Bing's disgusting behavior, he always came to Zuihua Tower to look for someone.
As for the grandson mother of the old bustard of Zuihualou, she naturally loves and hates Yang Bing. What she loves is that Yang Bing is the son of the prime minister. This powerful person in Kyoto naturally hates Yang Bing because of his actions. The business of her Zuihualou is getting worse and worse.
Just last month, Yang Xiyuan brought people to her Zuihua Building and smashed it three times. During this period, many of Sun's mother's guests were accidentally injured. However, Sun's mother dared not speak out. After all, she was the prime minister of the dynasty. I am just a romantic woman, and Master Yang can take my head off with just one word.
As soon as Yang Bing was pushed out of the door, several soldiers with swords rushed in from behind, each of them exuding murderous intent.
The soldiers rushed into the kitchen, kicked the others out, and then lined up respectfully in two rows at the door.
Mother Sun looked at the kitchen door and saw a man walking in. He was wearing a black robe and walking with a graceful pace. Although he was nearly fifty years old, he was even taller than the servants.
"Yang, Mr. Yang, why do you have time to come to my place?" Sun's mother was already in a panic, and standing in front of Yang Xiyuan, she felt even less confident to speak.
"Hmph! You know what you're asking!" The man was Yang Bing's father, Yang Xiyuan, the prime minister of the current dynasty. Yang Xiyuan, who was a military general, stood there without any expression on his face and looked calm and confident.
Mother Sun smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, this little girl is stupid. I wonder what you mean?"
Yang Xiyuan glanced at the wall behind Mama Sun, and then glanced at Mama Sun. His eyes seemed to be saying: "Are you going to confess on your own, or should I do it myself?"
Mother Sun's eyes were so sharp. When she saw Yang Xiyuan looking behind her, she took a deep breath and kept saying in her heart: "You must leave, Master Yang, you must!"
Mother Sun turned around and opened the secret door. When she saw that there was no one in the backyard, Mother Sun breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Yang, don't you know what you mean?"
When Yang Xiyuan saw that the backyard was empty, he naturally knew that his good-for-nothing son had run away a long time ago: "If I know that you dare to let Yang Bing come to your place again, I will definitely demolish your drunken flower building." Yang Xiyuan said. With harsh words, he turned around and left without looking back, and the soldiers followed neatly behind.
Seeing them walking away, Sun's mother instantly collapsed on the ground: "Master Yang, Master Yang, you really make me love and hate you at the same time!"
At this moment, Yang Bing was walking alone on the streets of the Ming Dynasty. Now he had fully accepted the fact that he had traveled through time, but he was still a little uncomfortable with the fact that he had died once.
Arriving at a tea stall on the roadside, Yang Bing sat down and asked for a bowl of tea, digesting the memory of this body in his brain.
It has to be said that the previous owner of this body really made Yang Bing feel scornful. He was simply a pervert born in a big family. In his memory, when he was eight years old, he had already hugged three fair-skinned and beautiful maids. Go to sleep.
So much so that over the years, his body has been drained by alcohol and sex, and his face looks even more frightening than those of drug addicts. But fortunately, the most basic male functions are still there, which makes Yang Bing breathe a sigh of relief. He doesn't want to After a new life, he became an incompetent man.
However, when he thought that his Ming Dynasty father was Yang Xiyuan, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, Yang Bing still felt some comfort in his heart: "Fortunately, I didn't travel to a poor family, otherwise it would be uncomfortable."
He picked up the tea bowl and drank it all. After touching for a long time, he pulled out a copper plate. Yang Bing sighed: "Hey, big brother, how much money did you throw at Zuihualou? Why do you only have a copper plate on you?" Got it." Throw the copper coin to the shopkeeper.
"God, since you have given me this opportunity, then I will try my best to achieve dominance!!!" Yang Bing yelled at the sky, and then ignored the surprised looks of passers-by and walked toward home according to the memory in his mind. direction.
