Xue Huaiyi sighed: "Actually, I don't need you to say it, I also know what kind of thing I am, why Su Liangsi beat me back then, but the empress refused to defend me, because she knew that she had to rely on this group of people to govern the country."
Why did Lai Junchen do nonsense, but I didn't dare to really make a fuss, because she had to rely on people like Lai Junchen to maintain her authority.
What am I?"
Xue Huaiyi laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I'm just a plaything between the old woman's bed."
Yang Fan said uneasily: "Master" Xue Huaiyi raised his hand again and stopped his words: "I know what people in the world think of me, and I also know how you used to think of me, but what if you don't, you told me to leave this power and wealth, and go back to the streets to sell martial arts and fake medicines, I can't do it, I don't know if I mix these things, it's really not good for me, but I get involved, I know that I'm useful, otherwise I, Xue Huaiyi, have lived a life of grievances, and now a group of princes are groveling to me, hahaha, happy, do you say it?"
Yang Fan was silent, and Xue Huaiyi laughed wildly: "What is my Xue Huaiyi, it's just a splash of skin on the street, and a person can step on me, but now I am sleeping with the woman that everyone in the world wants to worship, everyone respects her and fears her like a god, but she is just an ugly old woman under my crotch."
Yang Fan said: "Master, you drank too much, don't talk nonsense" Xue Huaiyi said nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of, you respect her like a god, because what you see is always her like a god, do you know what it looks like when she takes off her makeup, do you know that she sleeps and snores, and sometimes talks in her dreams, do you know how old she is when she wakes up at night and asks me to hold her, how old she looks, do you know how old she is kneeling in front of me like a dog, cloaked in her hair and exuding nonsense" Yang Fan said in a deep voice: "Master" Xue Huaiyi sighed and said, "Don't say it, don't say it."
Seventeen, you are different from me, you are a really capable person, you should rely on your own ability to eat, let me tell you, these women in the royal family, there is no good thing, you can't touch it, you can't touch it."
Yang Fan couldn't laugh when he heard it: "I originally persuaded him, how did he persuade me?"
"Why hasn't it come out yet?"
Wu Youji looked at the door of "Jin Hai Drunk" and said anxiously.
Wu Youxu said: "Don't worry, can he still stay drunk in Jinchai for a lifetime?"
After Wu Youxu finished speaking, he beckoned a general and instructed: "Remember, as soon as people come out, follow them."
He came today to thank Master Xue and King Liang, and he would definitely not follow Master Xue back to the White Horse Temple.
Be patient and wait until the great monk is gone."
The member of the family will wear an indigo shirt, his figure is as majestic as a mountain, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, and he is majestic, and he only responds respectfully when he hears it.
Wu Youxu said again: "Remember, you will kill him on the spot without mercy, and you can't leave him alive."
Dahan is also known as a snort.
In "Jin Hai Drunk", Xue Huaiyi rarely confided in people, these words have been held in his heart for I don't know how many years, today I finally said it, I only felt very happy, and after another heavy drink, I finally fell asleep on the table.
Yang Fan held him up and called, "Master, Master" Xue Huaiyi waved his hand, and said with his tongue open: "You go to the house and wake up, and go back to the White Horse Temple" Before he could say a word, the snoring sound sounded like a tsunami.
Yang Fan smiled bitterly, so he had to go downstairs first and call the two little monks who were waiting there.
The two little monks recognized Yang Fan, and when they saw him, they said respectfully: "Seventeenth Senior Brother." ” Yang Fan said: "The abbot is drunk, you go up and take care of it, in case the abbot wants to drink water or is convenient, it is good to wait."
It's inconvenient to rest here, so wait for the abbot to wake up and go back to the White Horse Temple. ” The two little monks agreed: "Seventeenth Senior Brother, don't worry, Master has us waiting." ” Yang Fan nodded, said goodbye to them and walked out the door, and the two little monks ran upstairs on their feet.
"Here it is, here it is" Wu Youxu saw Yang Fan at a glance and immediately said excitedly.
Wu Youji's hand clenched suddenly, stared at Yang Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Give me to kill him alive, gouge out his eyes, cut off his mouth and nose, and smash his head, the bigger the movement, the better."
Wu Youxu hurriedly said: "Slow down, wait for Master Xue to leave." ” The two of them watched from the top of the building, only to see Yang Fan get out of the "golden hairpin drunk", untie his horse, turn over on the horse, and gallop towards the long street, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Wu Youxu suddenly said: "It must be Master Xue who is drunk, and God really helps me catch up."
The two of them hurriedly went downstairs, and when they arrived downstairs, a group of generals had already chased Yang Fan, and the two hurriedly turned over and got on their horses, and chased after them from afar under the support of several generals.
Yang Fan stepped on the long street, galloping lightly, and the gentle wind brought a hint of coolness.
Drinking with Xue Huaiyi today, Yang Fan was also a little drunk, he tore his shirt, let the wind pour in from the neckline, and Yang Ma was another whip.
The horse galloped lightly, turned a road in front of it, and entered a long street in the middle of the street, and after passing through this long street, you could reach Nanshi.
Yang Fan came out from here, it was past noon, thinking that Xiaoman had already gone to Nanshi, since he had passed by, he might as well go to see her first, and then go home.
With Xiaoman's first love, Yang Fan is also very fond of this little wife, not to mention that since she learned that she is a niuniu, Yang Fan and his wife have a kind of care, as if she is still the little girl who needs to take care of herself everywhere.
On both sides of this long street there are many vendors selling all kinds of snacks such as steamed cakes, noodle soup, noodles and haggis.
There are many people doing business, and there are many people eating, and the place of "Jin Hai Drunk" is not consumed by the small people in Shengdou, and the food stalls in this market are their paradise for enjoying deliciousness.
Yang Fan slowed down his horse's speed, looking at the freshly baked steamed cakes, the smell of meat came to his nose, and his heart suddenly moved, thinking that it would be good to buy a few meat cakes and taste them with Xiaoman, so he took out a few pennies from his arms and said to the shopkeeper: "Shop, buy a few steamed cakes." ” Bent down and handed the money to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper quickly picked out a few steamed cakes, wrapped them in oiled paper, tied the paper rope, and handed them to Yang Fan, Yang Fan took it in his hand and said thank you, looked up and just lifted the horse, and suddenly was stunned.
In front, four horses came side by side, and the long street was originally wide, but the four horses walked side by side, and the distance between them was even, occupying the whole street.
There were knights on all four horses, swords at their waists, and several rows of knights behind them.
The pedestrians on the street saw that these people were behaving strangely, and although they saw that the road was occupied by them, they did not dare to shout and scold, and they all ran away, and some clever vendors looked bad, and they also moved their stalls to the side of the road as much as possible.
Yang Fan turned his head and saw that the situation was the same behind him, four columns horizontally, and six or seven rows of knights in the longitudinal direction were galloping forward at an even horse speed, and the knights on the horses were slowly drawing their knives out of their sheaths.
Yang Fan tied the oil-paper bag to the saddle bridge, and calmly looked at the knights approaching step by step, they were wearing all the same arrow sleeves, wearing cross-horned black gauze heads, waist leather belts, neat queues, straight necks, and even the action of drawing knives was generally neat, Yang Fan's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.
Obviously, these people are either officers and soldiers or private soldiers raised by wealthy families, and these private soldiers raised by wealthy families are originally some soldiers who have retired from the army, and they are well-trained, and like the real army, they are by no means comparable to a group of rabble.
The target of these people is obviously themselves, who else can they intend to deal with themselves in this way, and with such forces Yang Fan almost immediately thought of the identity of the other party.
The shopkeeper who sold steamed cakes was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with two big beards and a sturdy figure, because he was busy with business, and the upper part of his body was soaked with sweat.
At this moment, the sweat on his face seemed to be more, and he looked at the Tsing Yi knights approaching from both ends of the long street with some trepidation, and he was at a loss.
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Yang Fan smiled at him and said, "Shopkeeper, there's nothing to do with you here, go back to the house and hide." ” "Oooh oh" The shopkeeper woke up from a dream and hurriedly fled into the house.
Yang Fan smiled: "Shopkeeper, borrow your pole for use" The shopkeeper didn't look back, but ran back to the house with a puff of smoke.
Yang Fan stretched out his hand and pulled out one of the wooden poles that were supporting the shed.
The steamed cake stall was originally supported by four wooden poles, and one corner was lowered without one, but it did not collapse.
Yang Fan held the pole in his hand, swiped the weight, his arms competed, and he trembled violently, and the pole "buzzed", shaking out a stick flower, the toughness was insufficient, the thickness was also appropriate, and it was very strong.
Yang Fan changed to hold the pole with one hand, the small half was hidden under the elbow, pointed diagonally upward, held the reins of the horse with the other hand, and suddenly kicked the horse hard.
Almost at the same time as his movements, the knights at both ends of the long street also suddenly accelerated the speed of the horse, the blade was raised, and the killing sound pounced on Yang Fan to move forward, all relying on his legs to control the horse, shaving and rolling on a stick in his hand, beating and rushing, the strength was continuous, and the operation was as good as expected, the stick seemed to be alive in his hands, although the other party was also a master, but it was more than a step worse than that.
Open and close, to force down ten will, that is not the best stick method, the clever stick method is also to win by skill, Yang Fan has a stick in his hand, the defensive range is only seven feet, the offensive range is less than one zhang, all the way down, the hand is only in the upper and lower left and right seven inches between the unfolded, a stick will be tiger and tiger, advance and retreat, protect the body, suddenly attack, it will be like Changhong drinking stream, there will be a person who should fall off the horse.
As the saying goes, a gun pierces a little, a stick sweeps a piece, in such a melee with outnumbered enemies, a stick in hand, is indeed an excellent weapon.
Yang Fan charged down, there were already more than a dozen empty horses behind him, and the knights were either swept down or picked off, the seriously injured ones lay on the ground crying out in pain, and the lightly injured ones limped, struggling to climb onto the horses.
But at the same time, more warriors rushed up with a roar, the light of the sword flashed, like the scales of the dragon shining in the sun, and suddenly there was a "click" sound, and the long stick in Yang Fan's hand was cut off with a knife, and the knights pounced on it like wolves To be continued: