The culprits, Han Jiang, the Clouded Leopard, and Qian Yu, the Golden Leopard, were even more frightened. They stayed in the palace to think for three months, not daring to go out easily. They were afraid that as soon as they stepped out, they would be beaten to pieces by these crazy women.
With their heads bruised and bleeding, they were torn apart and hung on the city tower in Beishan County.
What's even more frightening is that the ladies in their own family also rebelled. Some of them didn't dare to go back, and they didn't dare to leave. They were also afraid that someone would spread the word that they had tricked the prince into doing this, and even secretly reported it to the prince's house.
The maids, officials, and servants stuffed a lot of money into the seal.
They had no choice. Beishan Palace was almost bankrupt due to this prodigal thing.
In desperation, in the name of the young master still being young and needing more experience, the old prince made up his mind to let this scourge go to Manan Mountain for a run. Maybe he would come back a changed man.
The old madam secretly regretted that when Brother Beishan was here, she didn't get a few more oirans for him. Day and night, she counted the days when the God of Wealth, Brother Xiaosha, would return. She looked forward to the stars and the moon, these days
The more I calculated, the more panicked I became.
She was almost worried to death.
Prince Luo Yidao has been away for three years, and the gentlemen in Beishan Palace have also given up drinking wine. Even Jiang Shan, the most covetous leopard, has almost become a lady, hiding in the palace without opening the door.
He couldn't get out of the house. Even the man who sent him to the door was beaten with a stick. He was really a cruel person.
Qian Yu, the golden leopard who loves money the most, is even worse. He is no longer greedy for money, and becomes murderous when he sees people. He is far more hateful and hateful than before when he owed money to him.
Only the honest and loyal Clouded Leopard Han Jiang occasionally came to drink a glass or two of wine. He couldn't taste the delicacies of mountains and seas. He stopped listening to music and stopped talking with Qingguer. His face was gloomy and terrifying. Looking at his hatred and suffering
He looked so deep that he was more worried than if his parents had died. He only had one tael of silver, and he had to drag it out for several days, and it took several days to make up for it. He gave one meal, but often owed the next meal. The old bustard
If you dare not speak out in anger, you will have no choice but to swallow the bitter water in your stomach.
Many merchants in Beishan Town murmured privately that the days without the Great Demon King would be more miserable than the Turkic barbarians beating the grassy valley. The Great Demon King was the money-spreading boy of the palace and also their fortune-bringing man.
North Street, Long Street, Beishan Palace.
The middle door of Beishan Prince's Mansion is wide open. The slightly dilapidated palace has been decorated and restored to its former majesty.
The white-haired Beishan King Luo Cheng and the Beishan Guards stood in front of the middle door, facing the east, rubbing their hands and feet with impatient expressions on their faces, raising his one arm from time to time to cover his cloudy eyes, and forcefully
He twisted his neck and stared at Beishan Long Street without blinking. The long street connected to the official road at the other end, but there was no movement in the squint. He curled his lips angrily and scolded his mother, "Niang Xipi, what's wrong with this damn sun?"
Rising from the west.
Qian Yu, the golden leopard who stood aside and looked like a meat bun, immediately asked someone to find an umbrella and put it on him. He said happily, "My lord, it's covered now. It won't hurt your eyes, can you see clearly?"
Luo Cheng raised his sharp eyebrows and glared angrily. He kicked him hard and cursed bitterly, "You money bastard, do you want to kill me?"
Qian Yu suddenly broke out in sweat all over his body. He quickly removed his umbrella, patted the round and shiny head repeatedly, blushed and said, "My subordinate is wrong. Your Majesty, I hate to see you showing off your authority."
The generals of the King of Beishan and the maids of the royal family who were following him suppressed their smiles when they saw him flattering and slapping the horse's legs. But soon they felt a chill in their hearts, and secretly sighed, it was not easy to be clean for three years.
The evil is back.
Luo Cheng turned around and glanced at Leopard Jiang Shan.
Jiang Shan, a dark and skinny man, quickly stepped forward and whispered softly, "That little lady sent 500,000 taels this morning."
Luo Cheng snorted softly, really thinking that this king was a sick cat. He was taking advantage of her. Then he said to himself guiltily, it should be enough... to make money and waste the family for a while.
"How's the boy doing?"
Jiang Shan shook his head with a wry smile, his life experience was very innocent. He was from Chenqian Village, Beishan Town.
"Haha, it won't be that simple. How can Master Feng, who has made Golden Leopard and Black Panther miss him for many years and is willing to follow him, be so simple? How can the small Chen Qian Village accommodate such a character? Continue to investigate."
Jiang Shan cupped his hands and stepped back, his face fluctuating.
Seeing that the person was slow to come, Luo Cheng kicked Qian Yu aside and said, "What are you doing here? Go raise money quickly."
Qian Yu shuddered, grimaced, and said in a muffled voice, how about a deal?
"You still want me to teach you?"
Qian Yu ran away quickly, his round body rolling very fast like a ball being kicked out.
When the sun sets in the west, the west wind blows and the horses are thin, but the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The snowflakes bloomed and scattered, scattered and bloomed again. The "moths" thrown by the master on this day in the middle of winter have never left. On the long ancient road, one person, one horse and one old, stumbled and dragged their heavy steps feebly.
The leader was a young man with ragged clothes, fluffy and messy hair, and eight pockets hanging on his body. His face was stained with dirt, and a knife at his waist was covered with yellow rust.
The cheeks that should have been bright and handsome were turned pale with redness due to the cold, and the skin was chapped and covered with traces of blood. The melancholy eyes lacked a bit of the energy that a young man should have, but more.
A bit confused and disrespectful.
The tall black horse next to him had sparse mane and skinny bones. It was even more tired and panting than the old rich man's working mule. It had black teeth in its mouth, a mouthful of white foam spitting from the corner of its mouth, and a dark mess under its eye sockets.
The head was covered with white and yellow eye droppings. But on top of the white star on the head, a small red flower was stuck on it. It looked very sick, but it also brought a smile to the passers-by.
This is still a stallion who wants to eat tender grass.
The old man followed closely behind the horse. He had a hunched back and a head full of sparse white hair, not much more than the mane of the thin horse. There were also a lot of messy weeds in it. He lowered his head and chewed in his mouth.
A root of grass seems to have snatched away a lot of the skinny horse's ration. His eyes are always fixed on the ground, rarely raising his head, and it seems that the small package on his back weighs more than a hundred pounds, making every step he takes particularly strenuous.
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After walking more than half of the way, the young man was sweating. When he saw a dilapidated wine shop with a wine flag hanging on the roadside, he suddenly became energetic and started to cheat. He couldn't leave because he was exhausted.
Gotta take a break.
The old man saw the wine shop and smelled the aroma of the wine and meat. He secretly swallowed his saliva and said sadly, "Master, I have no money."
How could that young man control so much?
He was tired and hungry, and he could no longer bear the rebellion of the "Five Treasure Kings" in his stomach. When he saw these unoccupied seats beside the door of the wine shop, he fell down and sat down with a clang, weakly facing towards him.
He waved to the waiter in the wine shop and said, "Waiter, serve good wine and big meat!"
"Master, I want to drink a lot, eat a lot of meat, and flirt with girls!"
As he spoke, he started humming all the secret skills of flirting with girls.
"Reach out your hand and touch the edge of my sister's face, dark clouds have flown across half of the sky; reach out and touch the front of my sister's head, the heaven is full and addictive..."
After singing a song with a broken gong voice, I started crying.
I miss him, the dignified No. 1 brother from Beishan, who was kicked out by the old man at home for three whole years. "Don't use the knife when trouble comes. Don't retaliate when scolded or hit. Avoid beautiful women when you see them."
", a total of four clear rules and commandments, three chapters of the agreement at the risk of death, and an evil slave who lived half-dead beside him. He promised to be his lifelong favorite, but he turned against him and refused to recognize him.
In the past three years, I have endured humiliation and heavy burdens, and it was so miserable that my life was worse than that of a dog.
There was something delicious to eat and drink, and the evil slave and wild horse next to him could eat it faster than he could.
We agreed to ride on horseback and watch the world, travel around the world laughing and scolding, and almost didn't become the nine-pocket elder of the Beggar Clan. "Niang Xipi's bad old man of the Beggar Clan is very bad. When I saw the young master, my eyes flashed with gold, and I grabbed him
The young master touched his hand and said, "Young master, I will be an unprecedented person in the future. I will be the leader of the world for thousands of years. I will pull the young master to worship him as my teacher."
"Young master, I have been running away for three years. Every time I was caught, my good fellow, I have grown a lot in that gang of beggars. Even those dead ghosts who are about to fall into the trap, see me and scream.
Master! I thought that this majestic beggar gang in the world should have good wine and meat to eat. Damn it, my mother, it’s all leftovers and leftovers from begging for food. If it’s a little bit meaty, it’s still given to me by that bad old man.
He took it away first. This bad old man also called it a beautiful name, starving his body and skin, and working his muscles and bones... Bah, fuck his beautiful name. Young Master, I hate this word. More
It’s such a disgusting thing, just go up the seniority level, and you’re going to spit on me one after another. Damn it, you’re living a life like this.”
When he thought of these disgusting things, the aroma of the wine became more and more strong, and the alcohol bug in his heart became fierce. He simply gave up.
The waiter had always been an observant person and judged people by their appearance. Seeing that he was dressed in shabby linen clothes and wearing a pair of straw sandals made of woven grass on his feet, with small holes in the cuffs and trouser legs patched up with big holes, he mocked in a cold voice, "Little Er"
The store operates on a small budget, so give money first!
"Master, I have plenty of money! Serve me some wine!"
When the waiter saw the evil slave next to him, baring his yellow teeth, he grabbed a corner of a table with his old and withered hands, squeezed it hard and turned it into powder. Then his expression changed, knowing that this kick would
When we got to the iron plate, another freeloader came.
I had to obediently put out the good wine and meat.
Ten kilograms of fine liquor and twenty kilograms of snow-capped mountain beef entered the young man's stomach like a storm, causing the waiter to open his mouth wide in horror, thinking that this man must have been reincarnated as a starving ghost.
What made him even more angry and shocked was...
After eating and drinking enough, the young man fell down on the table and snored happily, while the evil slave also ordered ten kilograms of fine liquor and twenty kilograms of snow mountain beef. The skinny black-headed horse also stretched out his head unexpectedly.
The long neck competed with the evil slave, drinking wine and eating meat. The horse's face was filled with pleasure, and it even made a tut-tut sound.
"What a ghost! It turns out that this horse also eats meat and drinks wine? Could it be that this beast is the third-eyed horse prince?"