Chapter 22: Sword, Light, Sword, Shadow, Song Wen's Escape
Lin Chong sent Song Wen to the intersection far away from the pond worriedly, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Song Wen gave a free and easy smile: "It's nothing. Didn't you get the miracle cure from the An family's little miracle doctor? Besides... A real man stands between heaven and earth. What's the big deal if he lives a few more years and a few less years? He is worthy of heaven and earth when he looks up, and he is worthy of standing upright.
For brothers…that’s enough!”
Lin Chong nodded, cupped his fists and said, "Brother is so kind and righteous, and so free and easy, I admire him in my heart!"
Song Wen was delighted, this is what he wanted!
As the sun set, the big drum on the Bianliang Drum Tower was about to beat. Song Wen quickened his pace and headed straight for the city gate. Unexpectedly, a fast horse rushed past Song Wen with the sound of bells and clanging...
Several crooked city gate guards immediately ran away when they saw the small flag behind the knight. A puff of smoke blew past, and the knight actually rode through the city gate and headed straight for the inner city.
Song Wen was a little curious, so he quietly approached a few soldiers who were still whispering and listened.
After listening for a long time, Song Wen shook his head, sighed, turned around and left... It turned out to be an urgent report from the imperial court! And it was an urgent victory memorial from a big shot, Tong Guan!
Song Wen didn't have the slightest fondness for this famous old eunuch, one of the Six Thieves of the Northern Song Dynasty.
At this time, it seemed that Tong Guan was struggling with the Western Army, but it was a waste of the last bit of energy of the most elite Western Army in the Song Dynasty... Since defeating the Xixia who was also struggling, until
The disgrace of Jingkang, the Western Army and the ethnic system showed their last glimmer of light, and then the national destiny of the Song Dynasty collapsed in an instant.
Song Wen shook his head and walked towards a few Wazi Streets east of Bianliang. There was the nightlife area of Bianliang in Tokyo, the gold-selling cave with feasting and entertainment, and the Taiping Night where singing and dancing flourished.
Zixuan Tower is located in several narrow streets. Song Wen was accustomed to walking back through a small alley and returning from the small door, and it is the same today.
A few idle men suddenly walked out of a corner. One of them had a head of guard hair and a crooked mouth that seemed familiar...
Song Wen frowned and walked along the eaves, not wanting to have anything to do with these rogues, but several rogues laughed ferociously at Song Wen!
"Hey, little chick...it's been a few days since you started shaking, huh?"
"My little face is white and tender. Did some sister moisturize it? Do you think this guy has ever touched Lady Chun's little hand?"
"A little turtle, he's nothing! Does he deserve it?"
Song Wen frowned, feeling that something was wrong with these guys, and then looked around... He saw a figure flashing around the corner behind him, and he immediately felt bad...
To say that I basically have no enemies, except for Hua Liuzi who was half-dead by me, the rest... I am afraid that the rest are the Hua Street neighbors who have been robbed of their limelight by Zixuan Tower!
Song Wen was startled, but a smile appeared on his face. He reached into his arms and took out a bunch of ten-dollar coins and said with a cheeky smile to the person opposite him: "You guys, since we know each other, it's fate. Please treat me a few times."
How about a drink with me, brother?"
The crooked man took out a sharp bone-picking knife and laughed: "The little thief is very smart, no wonder he has been living like a fish in the brothel these days... However, grandpa just doesn't like you today! Little thing, don't blame grandpa for doing this.
Ruthless...Today, your luck is coming! Catch him..."
The two scoundrels next to him rolled up their sleeves and walked over. Song Wen knew that these guys were probably coming after him... He couldn't help but feel angry and scared. He was so angry that the mastermind behind him actually wanted these scoundrels to deal with him, and he was scared.
I am a weakling in body, I am afraid that I will not be able to deal with even a rogue.
Several people gathered around Song Wen and slowly approached, but there were two people standing on the second floor of a teahouse to the west of Zixuan Tower. One was a middle-aged man with a deer-headed eyes in his forties, and the other was the old madam of Zixuan Tower.
Yan Baihua!
The old madam Yan Baihua glared at the man next to him and cursed: "Zhao Mengchang, how dare you do anything to my subordinates in Zixuan Tower? Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the official?"
The man named Zhao Mengchang said with a playful smile: "Hua Niang, stop pretending... you pretended to reveal the path that this young man usually walks inadvertently! People in the Ming Dynasty don't tell secrets, you are a hard-working person in Zixuanlou.
Madam, why would you be afraid of a fledgling little turtle?"
The old madam Yan Baihua glanced at this guy: "What nonsense are you talking about? Which of the brothels among you is not afraid of this little turtle man?"
Zhao Mengchang shook his head: "Where does this little bastard come from so many fantastic ideas? He is just a slave, even if his employer values him, how can he say that he can cover the sky with one hand? Those who break the rules will never end well..."
Yan Huaniang rolled up her sleeves and turned to leave. Her voice came out coldly... "Who in the master's family is not a slave now? They are just laughing at fifty steps and a hundred steps..."
Zhao Mengchang looked at the little turtle in the distance who was retreating to the corner step by step with nowhere to escape, and said with a smile: "Everyone in the world is looking for profit. The masters are all seeking wealth, so we have to act bravely and move forward.
, and we have to leave each other a way to survive...this is our rule."
Wazi Street is divided into three streets: south, south, north and south. There are four restaurants and seven brothels. There are always fights and disputes. But who knows the old madams in charge of several brothels... In fact, there has been a tacit understanding among the seven brothels.
Nian has already squeezed out countless newly opened buildings and dealt with countless newcomers who wanted to seize power!
Seven old bustards are in charge of affairs, and they are all under their control. There are hundreds of brothel girls and hundreds of servants in Wazi Street. Even if the owner wants to touch them, he has to think carefully.
Weigh...
In addition, the business of this brothel is not good for the reputation, and the high-status proprietors naturally disdain to break up with these low-status stewards... As long as they have similar profits, the two sides are in an extremely delicate balance.
However, the blockbuster Song Wen... suddenly broke this balance!
Several old madams and managers wanted to use the simplest, most straightforward and most brutal way to solve this minor trouble... beat him to death and cripple him.
For this reason, the remaining six brothels took the initiative and gritted their teeth to collect two hundred taels of red money and privately gave it to Yan Huaniang as compensation.
If Song Wen knew that the old madam had sold him for two hundred and fifty taels because he was afraid of her... I'm afraid he would curse. Is this a small amount of money for me? It must be worth two hundred and fifty taels anyway, right?
Song Wen in the corner looked panicked and cowered. Four scoundrels gathered around him with malicious intentions. Song Wen suddenly touched his hand in his arms, and then he threw out a large handful of copper coins!
The two scoundrels were stunned when they were hit by the copper coins, and then they hurriedly went to pick them up and snatch them away... The scoundrels ran towards Song Wen with curses and curses: "Little bastard, if you have the ability, just throw in a handful of money. I will let you go today."
Pass you!"
Song Wen reached into his arms again, and Waizui was startled when he saw this... Could it be that this little turtle is already rich enough to carry a lot of money with him?
A bunch of white stuff flew towards the faces of the remaining two rogues...but it wasn't snowflakes and silver, but a bunch of white ash!