After taking a hot bath, Huang stood in front of the window, looking at the street market outside. Businessmen are good at business, this is in their bones.
If the Central Plains were so prosperous everywhere, it would be an unprecedented prosperous era.
"Master, the dead men of Qingshuifang have arrived in Shangqiu. Do you want to see them?" Yang walked into the room and reported to Huang.
"No need, let them hide in the dark." With his fingers on the window, Huang thought for a moment and then ordered, "Let them focus on protecting Ji Linglong, Lan Xiang, and Old Man Feng."
"The storm is coming, and the Great Qin Dragon Bird will be stained with blood again."
Hearing this, Yang couldn't help being startled, and quickly turned to Huang and said, "Master, what news did you get?"
After glaring at Yang, Huang said angrily: "Fushui Fang didn't even get the news. What information I can get is just a hunch."
"It's so quiet along the way."
"Feng Yuheng can know the news about me. It must have been spread by Xuanqi and the two, so the Mo family must have got the news."
A flash of murderous intent flashed across Huang's eyes, and he turned toward Liyang with a cold tone: "Your Majesty, you can't control this woman Xuanqi."
"For Qin, for the world..."
"Let the people in Fushui Fang keep an eye on Xuanqi and Old Man Baili. Don't disturb each other, and don't let them leave Fushui Fang's sight."
"promise."
Nodding in agreement, Yang was a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions because Huang rarely showed murderous intent. Although he was puzzled, he also knew that there might be changes that he didn't know about.
Seeing that Yang was puzzled and full of confusion, Huang chuckled: "Old man Baili, you lied to me in Xinzheng. The meaning in the silk book is far from what it said."
"Although Old Man Feng is not one of our own, Old Man Feng is far more trustworthy than Old Man Baili."
In Shangqiu City, flowers are blooming.
The Huang group walked through the streets and alleys in search of local delicacies. The streets were crowded with pedestrians, with smiles on their faces, talking about the gossips they had been talking about these days.
"Qingpi, have you heard that in the Fengze Painted Boat, the Qin State Master wrote a famous article, suppressed all the princes and nobles, swept away the literati present, and ascended to the boudoir of Ji Linglong, the most stunning beauty in the world, until the next night come out."
"Don't talk nonsense. It is said that Master Qin is different from ordinary people, and Miss Ji Linglong is fascinated by him." A fellow traveler retorted: "I am really envious!"
"If I were allowed to enter Miss Ji's boudoir, I would be willing to lose ten years of my life."
…
As the person involved, Huang followed this group of people and listened to the other party's chat. He found it interesting until he heard a young man speak and his face instantly turned ugly.
"I got the latest news. Qin Guoshi is a romantic man. He spent a night in Ji Xiaoniang's boudoir, and the next day, he supported the wall and came out..."
God, he supported the wall and came out!
I haven't done anything at all. I have been Liu Xiahui for one night. When faced with the temptation of evildoers, I will never compromise and stay calm. I can be said to be a real gentleman.
Hearing the uncontrollable laughter from behind, Huang turned around and glared angrily: "Don't listen to these people's lies, I..."
"Yes, yes, Master Qin did not support the wall and come out..." Ji Linglong answered and smiled mischievously at Huang, leaving Huang unable to explain.
What he wants to explain is not to support the wall.
"The head of the family is well known in the Central Plains, with outstanding literary talent and unparalleled martial arts." Yang Jianhuang looked unkind and couldn't help but flatter him.
"Haha..." Huang accepted it calmly.
The painting boat became famous all over the world. With the help of caring people, today's Huang is no longer unknown and has begun to become famous.
All the countries in the world also know that the master of Qin travels around the world, taking Ji Linglong with him.
Drinking the mild and soft Song wine and tasting the unique snacks of the Song Dynasty, I lived a very nourishing life in the famine, squandering a lot of money and becoming a money-spreading boy along the way.
After staying in Shangqiu for a day, Huang set off with everyone. This time, he gave up taking the boat and went north along the official road.
Encountering an assassination on a ship can be said to be a dead end, especially for a landlubber like Huang.
Along the way, Feng Zheng drove, taking Lan Xiang, Ji Linglong and Huang with him, while Er Yang and Xiang Lidu rode to guard both sides.
Heading north from Shangqiu towards Qufu, the cars of this era were too bumpy. Even sitting quietly was a big problem, let alone drinking and having fun.
The bumps were too severe and his stomach was churning. Huang climbed out of the car. He still felt that riding a horse was better.
Staying with Feng Zheng and enjoying the wind made me feel much more comfortable.
"Master, the Jurong Mountains are just ahead of us. The official road runs through the mountains. The mountains and forests on both sides are lush. It is almost dark at this time, so it is not suitable to travel through it."
Yang came out and reported to Huang: "My intention is that we will spend the night here today. The terrain here is open..."
"Um."
Nodding slightly, Huang looked around and then warned, "Let the people in Qingshui House be more vigilant."
"promise."
After tying up the horses, Lan Xiang and Ji Linglong started preparing to eat. Xiang Lidu hunted hares and Yang picked up dry branches and lit a bonfire.
Xiang Lidu was on guard, Yang was roasting rabbit meat, Huang and Feng Zheng were chatting next to the fire, and the atmosphere became increasingly lively.
Because Huang suddenly mobilized ten dead men from Qingshuifang to arrive, neither Yang nor Xianglidu was drinking.
On this day, Huang did not drink at all.
Rabbit oil dripped on the bonfire, crackling, the flames rose, and the smoke filled the air. Just when Huang was about to warn Yang that it was getting burnt, he heard a sound coming from a distance.
"Head of the family, commander, the enemy is attacking!" A dead soldier came struggling with blood stains: "There are more than thirty people coming, brothers can't hold on for long."
"Lan Xiang, stop the bleeding and save people." With a loud shout, Huang grabbed Da Qin Longque and said, "Xiangli, you are responsible for protecting Old Man Feng and the others."
At this moment, the dead soldiers were retreating steadily, and only four of the ten were left, and the four of them were also scarred.
The Great Qin Dragon Bird unsheathed and charged into the enemy. He knew in his heart that if he didn't take action, the remaining dead soldiers would have to risk their lives here.
With the entry of Huang and Yang, the pressure on the dead soldiers was relieved, but there were too many opponents, and Yang was also in danger.
"Puff puff……"
At this moment, Huang Zhan's power was fully activated, and he was using the Tai Chi inner elixir breathing method. The Great Qin Dragon Bird in his hand was taking away lives one after another with strange arcs.
"As expected of someone who dares to shout about my Mo family. This strength is really impressive."
A middle-aged man in black walked out from behind the crowd, with a shiny bronze sword in his hand. He never made a move from beginning to end.
The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the long sword in his hand, and he said proudly: "This sword is named Shangxian. You should feel honored to see it off to you today!"
Pointing the long sword forward, Huang sneered: "This sword is called Da Qin Longque. If I kill you today, my country's master will use it to behead Mo Tutu in the future."
"kill!"
There were loud shouts at the same time, and the two of them charged at each other.
