"No need to be polite." Yang Xuan felt that he was the leader of the Caotai Troupe mentioned in the scroll, and there were two kittens in front of him.
Cao Ying stood up, stroked her beard and said, "Lang Jun, I'm afraid the word rebellion is a bit inappropriate."
Yi Niang nodded, frowning and covering her chest, "Mr. Lang is Zhengshuo, that old dog and his son are just crowned by monkeys!"
The two thought hard, Cao Ying twirled a few strands of beard, and Yi Niang held her heart in joy, regardless of the pain...
"or……"
"or……"
The two argued for a while, and Yi Niang became angry, "How dare you call yourself a wise man like this? How shameful!"
Cao Ying smiled and stroked her beard, "Back when I was filial to the emperor, I praised me very much."
Yang Xuan pressed his hands, and when the two of them looked over, he said: "Request rebellion!"
Seeing the two of them surprised, Yang Xuan got up and went to the toilet, when a faint voice came: "Only when the name is right, the word is right!"
"Wonderful!" Cao Ying said with an upright face: "The purpose of filial piety to the emperor was unclear. Li Yuan and his son were crowned as monkeys and stole the throne in the 9th Five-Year Plan... In this way, the man raised the army in the name of filial piety to the emperor's heirs.
Justified."
In the toilet, Yang Xuan sighed: "I still have many things here, such as the stone man with one eye, the sky is dead... something inexplicable. Zhuque, Zhuque..."
But what kind of soldiers are there now? Three people, plus one horse, and the entire property is 30% of the shares of Yuanzhou Ramen. The poorest rebel in history, Yang Xuan is ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first.
To lay the foundation!
Yang Xuan was squatting in a pit thinking.
During breakfast, Cao Ying and Yang Xuan were obviously more respectful.
Yang Xuan was eating, and Cao Ying stood beside him, holding Yang Lue's book to study.
"When I learned that Lang Jun had entered the Imperial Academy, I got very drunk."
That guy Yang Lue hasn't drank for fifteen years. Is he suffering from alcohol addiction?
Yang Xuan ate a piece of mutton and felt a little old.
"It's very appropriate to be an official. Now that our foundation is shallow, if we suddenly attack, we will be asking for trouble."
"In this way, you will serve your husband wholeheartedly in Chang'an City. If anyone has any dissent or is disrespectful to your husband, I, Yang Lue, swear here that I will kill his entire family for the rest of my life!"
Killing the whole family at every turn is indeed Yang Lue's style.
"Three directions." Yang Xuan also pondered for a long time, "Left Prime Minister, Wang Family, and Imperial College. But the most important thing is... to make iron, you have to be strong yourself."
Cao Ying praised: "Good advice, Sir. But today is a big day, do you want to celebrate?"
Yang Xuan was silent for a long time.
"Well, let's kill someone."
…
Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high.
"I have a poem."
In the pitch-black alley, Cao Ying held the wine bag, took a sip, and prepared to recite poetry with her hands behind her hands.
In the shadow behind, Yi Niang said in a conspiratorial tone: "Don't attract the evil ghosts."
Cao Ying's poetry was interrupted, and she was pondering that half sentence as if she was constipated.
But Yi Niang was looking at the sky silently.
Why does Mr. Lang want us to kill people?
And he was designated to kill the leader of the bodyguards of He Huan.
I don’t understand!
The clatter of horse hooves indicates that someone is coming.
Yi Niang disappeared into the darkness.
Cao Ying in front of her stretched out her hand to dig at her throat, holding on to the wall and vomiting wildly.
A horse came slowly.
On the horse was Yuan Qing, the leader of the He family's guard.
After He Huan was severely beaten by He Jincheng, the atmosphere at home was relatively low. He Huan did not go out, and Yuan Qing had fewer affairs. Today, he and several old friends gathered at Pingkangfang and drank a lot of drinks. At this moment, he
Come back slowly.
Ahead, a drunk man was vomiting.
The stench is overwhelming!
Yuan Qing frowned and cursed: "Bitch slave!"
No one would be happy to meet a drunkard. Yuan Qing burped and accelerated his horse, preparing to pass quickly.
When he was almost parallel to the drunkard, the drunkard put his hands on the wall and flew backwards with his fists in front. His eyes were faintly reflecting, how could he be half drunk?
Yuan Qing's reaction was not unpleasant. He kicked off his feet and flew into the air. His hands turned into claws and he grabbed it in the air.
Boom!
The two sides were separated at the first touch. Yuan Qing found out that his opponent's strength was not as good as his own, so he couldn't help but said with a smile: "Are you here to die?"
Like a big bird, he chased after the retreating drunkard.
On the side, a girl was sitting outside the house, holding her chin in her hands and thinking about something. After hearing the sound of clothes fluttering, she looked up and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Come out and see the gods!"
Yuan Qing glanced at the girl in mid-air, and the remaining drunkenness made his heart sway.
He kicked his right foot on the wall and accelerated forward.
Ahead is the drunkard's back.
die!
Yuan Qing took a deep breath and punched the drunkard's back with his right fist.
The drunkard flew suddenly to the left, with Yuan Qing hot on his heels.
The drunkard suddenly turned around and struck hard with his right fist.
Two fists meet.
In an instant, a light flashed in the shadows.
A soft thing suddenly bounced over, trembling, reminding Yuan Qing of the softness of the female prostitute before.
Soft sword!
Yuan Qing took a deep breath and his body fell sharply.
Boom!
At this moment, he and the drunkard just exchanged punches.
He sneered, and his expression suddenly changed.
He temporarily withdrew his strength from this punch and tried to use the drunkard's punch to retreat quickly, but what he didn't expect was that the drunkard took more punch than he did.
He almost showed no resistance.
This is calculated!
Yuan Qing's body rushed forward.
But the drunkard used his punch to do a backflip and kicked off his legs.
Yuan Qing subconsciously spread his legs and twisted his body in an impossible situation to avoid the soft sword.
Only then did the hand come out of the shadows. It was white and had cardamom on its nails.
The hand trembled violently, and the soft sword turned like a poisonous snake.
Blood flashed on Yuan Qing's neck.
Heads flew up.
He saw the girl excitedly turning around and shouting towards home.
Then he saw a woman walking out of the shadows.
The moonlight peeked out from the dark clouds. Under the moonlight, the woman smiled charmingly.
"My husband wants you to die tonight, and you won't live until dawn."
Yuan Qing's last thought...who is her husband?
After a while, a girl in the alley screamed, "He's dead!"
…
He Huan was sitting on a soft stool, and a doctor was changing the dressing on his calf.
"Please be careful, young man. This type of bone fracture may seem innocuous, but if it persists and is difficult to heal, you will suffer from rainy weather in the future."
He Huan's handsome face showed a little more impatience, "Hurry up."
The doctor speeds up the bandaging.
The footsteps came quickly.
"What's the matter?" He Huan raised his head, a bad premonition welling up in his heart.
A servant rushed in, his face pale, "Xiao Langjun, Yuan Qing is dead."
Boom!
He Huan kicked the doctor away and immediately felt severe pain in his calf.
"Who did it?"
…
Yang Xuan was studying and thinking in his room.
There were slight footsteps outside.
"Mr. Lang, you are lucky to have lived up to your destiny."
These two people still have some strength, and Yang Xuan feels that he has underestimated them. It was majestic to order them to kill people before, but now they need to be comforted.
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's take a rest early."
Outside, Yi Niang said in confusion: "How come after killing Yuan Qing, I feel that I am getting closer to Lang Jun."
Cao Ying nodded, obviously so too.
In the room, Yang Xuan entered four words.
——Vote for your name!
Lines of words appeared on the screen.
——Lin Chong said: "The villain has committed a capital crime, so he came to join the gang. Why should I be suspicious?" Wang Lun said: "In that case, if you really join the gang, give me a 'letter of surrender'." Lin Chong said: "The villain is quite
If you know a few words, just beg for paper and pen and write them down." Zhu Gui smiled and said: "Master, you are wrong. Whenever a hero joins a gang, he needs to receive a certificate of surrender. I teach you to go down the mountain and kill a person, and offer his head to him.
There is no doubt that this is called a pledge of fame.