The string broke and the sound broke, and a stone stirred up a thousand waves.
The guests and girls on the top floor of Yingyue Tower stood up one after another, and all of them backed away in fear.
The drunkard was in pain and retracted his hand. He looked at the blood on his hand and trembled slightly, as if he had sobered up a little.
When Miss Mingyue saw this, she didn't care about Broken String and shouted in panic: "Master Lu Yao."
Another look of concern greeted him, but he was grabbed by the madam on the side.
The old bustard stared at the man named Lu Yao with his eyes spitting fire.
What we are talking about now is a business worth thousands of taels of silver, and it was ruined by this piece of rat shit?
The old bustard yelled angrily: "Someone, beat this man out with a stick!"
"Mom, please be merciful."
Miss Mingyue begged for mercy, but it had no effect. Several thugs came in, held Lu Yao on his left and right, and quickly went downstairs. It seemed that he would not let him go just like that. He was probably going to be dragged to a deserted place and beaten hard.
.
"Mom...please, don't hit him."
Mingyue cried and knelt down. It was obvious that this girl had true feelings for Lu Yao.
The madam was furious, and Mingyue's plea now violated the taboo of a flower market girl. How could she plead with another man in front of the guests?
The madam thought it was over this time, so she gave Mingyue a loud slap in the face with her backhand, causing Mingyue to sit down on the ground and bloodshot eyes from the corners of her mouth.
Bai Song saw this and had no intention of staying here.
Even without Lu Yao's fuss, Bai Song still felt that this Miss Mingyue was not satisfactory, and planned to go to another house to have a look.
Seeing Bai Song getting up, the madam panicked and tried to persuade him to stay with her by saying nice things.
Bai Song decided to leave and quickly left Yingyue Tower with Qing'er.
The madam looked at the backs of Bai and Song at the door and had no choice but to stamp her feet and sigh.
On the street in front of Yingyue Tower, Qing'er whispered: "If the young master leaves like this, Miss Mingyue will probably be beaten severely."
"I'm not the one who runs a charity, so how can I control everyone?"
"Isn't it good for someone as beautiful as Miss Mingyue?"
While the two were talking, they suddenly saw the crowd disperse on the street, and a person was kicked to the ground like a gourd. Everyone was afraid of being provoked, so they unanimously left a large open space.
Bai Songzheng saw the person on the ground who was beaten to a bloody pulp. Who else could it be if it wasn't Lu Yao?!
Bai Song was a little frightened, thinking how long had Lu Yao been away for so long? How could he be beaten so badly in the blink of an eye?
Also, the thugs from Yingyue Tower were a little too bold, beating people on the street in broad daylight!
This is Chang'an, under the emperor's feet, haven't they thought about the king's law?
Just as he was thinking about it, the chaotic sound of horse hooves came from behind the crowd.
Several tall, dark-skinned people rode horses to Lu Yao. These people were not the big hands of Yingyue Tower at all. Looking at the weird pigtails on their faces, one could tell at a glance that they were all Turks.
Now the crowd dispersed wider, and the people all knew that they should not provoke the Turks recently. From the emperor's attitude towards the Turks, they knew that no matter who it was, there would definitely not be a good end for anyone who went against the Turks.
Several Turks appeared on horseback. Without saying a word, they whipped Lu Yao's body with a riding crop. They did not forget to whip Lu Yao while laughing wildly: "Hahaha, Li Tang's literati, I heard that you like to write poems to criticize Turks? Now I am
Just stand in front of you and scold me if you dare!"
Lu Yao was beaten to pieces, his body was covered in blood, and he couldn't even stand firmly. How could he think about talking?
Several Turks surrounded Lu Yao and beat him continuously. Just hearing the sound made people's scalp numb.
Among the countless Tang people around, no one came forward to speak. They all stayed away, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.
Bai Song couldn't stand it anymore and took a step forward. But before Bai Song could say anything, a strange vendor next to him grabbed Bai Song and kindly reminded him: "Boy, don't meddle in other people's business. These Turks can
He can't afford to offend him, and he brought it upon himself."
"You asked for it? What do you mean?"
The hawker sighed softly: "Hey, this Lu Yao is also a well-known talent in the capital. The phrase 'Go up to the middle floor of the Yingyue Tower, look at the river and worry about it?' was written by him, but
This person is too arrogant and speaks unabashedly. Who dares to openly discuss the imperial court renovating the Lotus Garden for the Turks? But this Lu Yao dared not only discuss it, but also wrote poems to scold the Turks. These Turks can't even talk about the prince and grandson.
Even if you don’t look down on it, let alone a civilian literati?”
Bai Song nodded after hearing this. No wonder Miss Mingyue had other feelings for this person.
Qing'er looked at Bai Song's expression and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to help him? There is no need for Master to come forward, I just need to send a message."
Before Bai Song could answer, a girl rushed out from Yingyue Tower and cried into the crowd: "Stop hitting him, stop hitting him! Please, stop hitting him!"
Miss Mingyue in the building cried so hard that she threw herself on Lu Yao desperately, using her delicate body to block the man below her from being whipped several times.
Miss Mingyue screamed in pain, but refused to retreat.
Several Turks wanted to fight again. When the leader saw Mingyue's graceful figure, his eyes immediately changed, and then he raised his hand to signal to stop.
The Turks stopped, and the men and women in the middle had a rare chance to breathe.
Lu Yao was confused and struggled to get up from the ground, hugging Mingyue with blood all over his body.
"Go quickly!"
"I won't leave!"
Mingyue cried and shook her head. Under the eyes of everyone, she opened her arms to protect Lu Yao behind her, crying and begging the Turks in front of her: "Please, spare Mr. Lu... He was unintentional, and he will never do it again."
I can compose poetry!”
"So what if he doesn't write poetry anymore? Even if he cuts off his tongue or chops off his hands, it won't be enough! But..."
The Turk held his chin and looked at the bright moon carefully.
"If this little girl is willing to follow me back to the underworld, it's not that I can't spare this kid once."
Several Turks exchanged glances, looking at Mingyue with more and more wild eyes, and they all laughed with evil intentions.
Mingyue felt that something was wrong and stepped back in fright, but a Turkic man had already dismounted and grabbed Mingyue's arm.
"Ah! What are you going to do?!" Mingyue screamed, and was suddenly pulled into the arms of the Turks.
Mingyue struggled with all her strength, but the Turks were able to hold it in the palm of their hand with only one hand, unable to move.
"Let her go!" Lu Yao shouted with difficulty, walking toward the Turks with unsteady steps.
After taking just one step, the Turkic man kicked Lu Yao in the chest. Lu Yao flew backwards, vomiting blood, and fell in front of Bai Song.
Bai Song looked at it and frowned.
No one paid attention to Bai Song's side. They just watched Mingyue being carried on a horse by the Turks. The shrill cries spread far and wide, but no one said a word.
The madam stood at the door with a pale face. Even though Mingyue was the best girl she had ever cultivated, she still did not dare to take the risk of offending the Turks.
Seeing that the Turks were about to take Mingyue away, a deep voice came: "Stop!"
Bai Song walked up to Lu Yao, stood next to a Turkic man, grabbed his reins with one hand, and stabilized the horse beneath him.
Seeing Bai Song like this, the man was furious: "You are looking for death!"
After saying that, the whip hit Bai Song's head.
Bai Song made a precise grab and instantly grabbed one end of the whip, remaining motionless on the spot.
The Turks had not expected this, and were slightly startled. Just as they were about to speak, suddenly a strong force came from the whip. Before the Turks could react, they fell down and were taken off their horses!
The Turk thrust his head upside down on the concrete floor of Chang'an Avenue and opened the gourd in an instant. Blood splashed out and the crowd dispersed in shock.
These are Turks!
They are different from the people of the Tang Dynasty!
Moreover, this is Quchifang, and most of the Turks living here are from the Turkic royal family, and ordinary people cannot provoke them.
This wild boy who appeared out of nowhere is going to be in trouble!
…
Quchifangli was studying percussion music with his concubine at home when his men broke into the house to report that someone had beaten Turks in his area.
Xiao Xiaoli was so frightened that she immediately shivered. She hurriedly put on her clothes without even vomiting out the water, and then rushed towards the scene of the crime.
Just a quarter of an hour passed, and the ground was covered with blood. Several Turks were beaten to the ground and swayed like dead fish.
Bai Song stepped on a Turkic leader, without saying a word, and his body was spotless.
The governor of Quchifang, Li Zheng, arrived at the scene. When he saw the scene, his legs went weak and he almost fainted.
Do you think this is okay?!
He beat the Turks so badly, and something happened in his own jurisdiction. Although the official position of Li Zheng is a big one, he is still an official, and he will lose it this time!
Li Zheng held his forehead and asked through gritted teeth: "Nana... who are those Turks?"
The policeman behind said: "I heard...I heard he was a prince of some tribe..."
"prince!"
When Li Zheng heard this, he shuddered, straightened up, and fainted.
The people had dispersed and no one dared to watch the excitement.
A cavalry team was mobilized from the Furong Garden. It was a team of the Turks themselves. They galloped all the way, bumping into each other and crashing into cars. I am afraid that no one except the current emperor would dare to be so reckless on the streets of Chang'an.
A group of nearly a hundred Turks entered Quchifang and immediately blocked the streets and dispersed pedestrians. Even the local officials of Quchifang were blocked from approaching the scene.
The imperial court has no control over this matter, and it will be of no benefit to anyone if it gets too big.
Whether it was the small yamen in Quchifang or the higher-level yamen, they all chose to remain silent after hearing the news. They felt that it was a very cost-effective thing to sacrifice one or two ordinary people to suppress the conflict between the imperial court and the Turks.
No one thinks that the kid who hit someone can survive, and it would be good if he can leave a whole body. It is estimated that there is a high probability that he will be thrown directly into Qujiang Pond to feed the fish.
But who could have imagined that when this menacing hundred-man cavalry arrived at the scene of the incident, hundreds of strong and fierce Turkic warriors dismounted immediately and stood respectfully on both sides of the long street, kneeling down in unison.
Shout: "Welcome to the clan leader!"
[The author has something to say]
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