Yang Fan threw the plaque away and rode into the front yard of the Duke's Mansion.
Cheng Chumo's eyes flashed with excitement, he lifted the reins and stepped in immediately.
Perhaps Cheng Yaojin didn't expect that he originally asked Cheng Chumo to follow him just to persuade Yang Fan not to make the matter too big and end badly.
But he didn't want to think about what kind of thing his son was.
Cheng Chumo is a guy who is not afraid of anything, so asking him to advise Yang Fan is not adding fuel to the fire, which will only make it worse.
In Duke Ying's mansion, the servants had just finished lunch and could have taken a short break to relieve the fatigue of the morning. But as soon as they sat down, they were disturbed by a roar of people and horse hooves.
Everyone was quite surprised. When can people enter the mansion on horseback?
You know, unless there are special circumstances, riding horses is not allowed in Chang'an City.
They all looked around and saw a few horses heading straight to the main hall.
What happened, the servants whispered and discussed.
"How come there are horses going straight to the main hall?"
"Does anyone know who this is?"
"It seems that it will be Young Master Cheng soon..."
"How did the family get into trouble with Little Demon King Cheng? Could it be that the second young master is causing trouble again?
…
The servants were whispering, making various speculations, and became confused.
On the contrary, Chen Guangfu, the director of foreign affairs, rolled his eyes and secretly ran from the side path to the backyard.
Arriving in front of the main hall, Yang Fan jumped off the horse.
"Xianglishi, you old woman, get out of here..."
The anger was sinking in the Dantian, and the loud voice shook the eardrums and spread throughout the entire Duke's Mansion in an instant.
In the Duke's Mansion, everyone changed their colors and called the eldest lady by her name. This was going to cause a big fuss!
After all, with the seniority of the eldest lady, even the current prince has to be addressed as madam in the palace.
Not long after, a group of people hurried out of the backyard.
The leader is wearing brocade clothes and a jade belt, with a slim figure and a face that looks like white jade and is slightly feminine.
From the perspective of future generations, she is simply a sissy.
Putting aside that feminine aura, Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he's so damn handsome!
The leader was stunned when he saw that the person shouting was actually a young man.
Being stared at blankly, Yang Fan frowned, a little unhappy.
"Which of you is the talker in the mansion?"
Hearing Yang Fan's question, the man in brocade clothes raised his head, as proud as a little peacock, and replied:
"I am the Duke of Ying, Wu Yuanqing. Who are you? Why did you forcefully break into the Duke's mansion? Do you know your crime?"
It turned out to be my uncle, his face darkened, and he said with a smile:
"It turns out he is the Duke of the country. I have admired him for a long time. Mei Niang was beaten in the mansion two days ago. Did you know?"
Before Wu Yuanqing could answer, a middle-aged woman next to him replied with an unkind look:
"This is a matter within the Duke's palace. Why do you need to meddle in your own business? Besides, the second lady's hands and feet are dirty. I just followed the instructions of the eldest lady and taught her a lesson."
It turned out that this was the real owner, so he glanced at the middle-aged woman like an idiot and said:
"His Majesty just gave Mei Niang to a certain person, do you think it's none of my business? Why is a servant barking like a dog without his master saying a word?"
Wu Yuanqing looked surprised and lost his voice: "Are you Yang Fan, the county boss of Wannian County?"
At this time, the middle-aged woman was a little scared and felt a chill in her heart. She didn't expect trouble to come to her door so quickly!
But then I thought that I was in the Duke's Mansion, even if the other party was a county official, I didn't dare to act recklessly, so I called Qi:
"That little bitch with unclean hands and feet is the one to blame."
Before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman felt her eyes blur and her body flew out as if hit by a galloping horse.
Holding his tongue, Yang Fan hated these guys who took advantage of others' power the most.
Looking at the middle-aged woman lying on the ground a few meters away, spitting out blood blisters, Wu Yuanqing gritted his teeth and said:
"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me? No matter who you are, you have just insulted my family, and now you have injured the wet nurse and bullied no one in my family? Come here, come to me. I will be responsible for beating you to death."
Twenty or so sturdy servants picked up wooden sticks and surrounded Yang Fan and the others.
He looked at Cheng Chumo and raised his fist as big as a sandbag, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. In an instant, the ground was filled with wailing servants.
Wu Yuanqing was also shocked when he saw that Yang Fan and the others had put down all the strong servants to the ground with almost no effort.
But he was not afraid, because he was sure that Yang Fan would not dare to touch him. After all, he was a prince.
It's a pity that Wu Yuanqing made the wrong calculation. Modern people don't have so many worries in their thinking.
It was too late to say that, but soon, Yang Fan raised his hand and slapped him.
Suddenly, Wu Yuanqing's head was buzzing, and he covered his loose teeth with a look of disbelief on his face, and said inarticulately:
"How dare you hit me?"
This sudden situation not only confused Wu Yuanqing, but also Cheng Chumo, who was fearless.
The admiration for Yang Fan is like an endless river.
The other party is a prince. If it were him, he would not dare to attack.
But he immediately showed an excited look, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"As expected of my brother Cheng Chumo, he is really fierce."
Yang Fan smiled coldly, looked at Wu Yuanqing and said:
"As Mei Niang's brother, I allowed her to be bullied by my servants. I am just acting as a warrior to teach you, an unfilial son, a lesson."
Wu Yuanqing's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on Yang Fan, his eyes full of hatred.
He quickly took a few steps back and made a gesture. In an instant, a group of men in black emerged with only their eyes exposed.
A dark and bloody aura hit his face, making Yang Fan frown slightly.
These men in black are not simple.
Sure enough, the man was ruthless and didn't talk much. The men in black formed a group of more than a dozen people and took action directly against Yang Fan and the others.
Yang Fan and Cheng Chumo were separated instantly.
Completely different from the sturdy servants just now, there were only a dozen or so men in black surrounding Yang Wei.
The pressure was more than ten times greater than before. Although he could still cope with it, he was no longer able to protect the servants he brought with him. Several of them were beaten to the ground in an instant.
Glancing at Cheng Chumo, he saw that he was already exhausted under the siege of the men in black. He was punched or kicked several times from time to time.
If he hadn't been strong, he might have collapsed long ago.
Obviously, this group of men in black are well-trained and have mastered the art of combined attack, which is far better than those fighting alone.
Yang Fan knew that he could not delay it any longer. If Cheng Chumo fell again, even if he could break out, he would not be able to take them away easily.
Then all his strength was released without any reservation, and the man in black who surrounded him flew out in an instant, vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The formed formation couldn't help but stagnate, but soon there were men in black to make up for it.
These people are the dead soldiers raised by the Duke of Guo, and they are not afraid of death at all.
He knocked several men in black away again and quickly approached Cheng Chumo while taking advantage of the flaw in the formation.
At this time, Cheng Chumo's face was already covered in blood, which was stuck to his beard, making him look a little scary.
He helped him up and asked anxiously while dealing with the man in black:
"Brother Chumo, are you okay?"
Cheng Chumo showed no fear and instead laughed:
"Brother Yishan, it's so damn refreshing. I haven't fought like this with all my strength for a long time. I just didn't expect your skills to be so good."
Ahem
After vomiting blood, Cheng Chumo continued:
"These are all dead warriors who have seen blood. I didn't expect that warrior Xun left a hand after his death."
If you have a chance, break out quickly and leave me alone. They don't dare do anything to me!
Yang Fan glanced at these dead soldiers with a gloomy expression. In addition to the ones he had injured just now, there were more than twenty men in black. He knew that he was indeed a little careless today.
I always thought that after I exchanged my martial arts skills, I would be invincible.
However, it is difficult for two fists to beat four hands, and these dead soldiers who are proficient in the art of combined attacks can even exert an effect of 1+1 greater than two.
Although the men in black can't hurt themselves, what about Cheng Chumo and the others?
You can't just look out for yourself when you're in danger!
Fortunately, these men in black did not carry any weapons.
Obviously, Wu Yuanqing just wanted to teach them a lesson, otherwise Cheng Chumo and the others would not just be injured by a few punches.
I couldn't help but be secretly shocked. As expected, no one who can come out of troubled times can be underestimated.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg exposed by the declining government.
Isn’t it scary to think about those families that are more powerful than the imperial power?
No wonder Li Er did not dare to go head-to-head with these thousand-year-old families in history.
Now I have to think carefully about how to bring a few people back safely.
Although he should be able to lead them out with all his strength, he really didn't want to get to that point.
This is why neither side used weapons.
When I was in a dilemma, a high-pitched voice came:
"When the imperial edict arrives, Duke Wu Yuanqing comes out to receive the edict..."
Wu Yuanqing stared at Yang Fan and the others with hatred, showing complicated expressions in his eyes.
Finally, he waved his hand, and the man in black quickly disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Not long after, a burly middle-aged man with a square face, wearing silver general armor and a red tassel helmet led a group of soldiers into the main hall. When he passed by Yang Fan, he gave him a special look.
Outside the main hall, Yang Fan supported Cheng Chu and sat silently on the floor. He did not leave immediately. You didn't need to think about it. It was probably Cheng Yaojin who brought in reinforcements. After all, it was such a coincidence!
Someone outside the hall vaguely heard:
"The Duke Wu Yuanqing was not strict with his subordinates and had a lack of moral integrity. As a result, the beauty who was kicked by your majesty to the hero committed suicide in humiliation. Although the rescue was timely and her life was saved, the royal family's face was damaged...
Anyone related to this matter will be severely punished...
A special amnesty was granted to Duke Wu Yuanqing and he was banned for one month to cultivate his virtue...
The Fang family, the general manager of the internal affairs, was arrogant and vicious, and committed crimes below. Within the three clans, the males were sent to Lingnan, and the females were sent to the Jiaofang Division.
When the burly middle-aged man finished reading the imperial edict, a pitiful cry came from the middle-aged woman's mouth, and she fainted instantly.