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Seeing Cheng Chumo and others preparing to take action, the young steward was afraid that things would get serious, so he quickly demanded an apology from Ibe Fujisao. He was taking the Fuso envoy out for fun today, and of course he didn't want any accidents to happen.
Both sides are bosses, and he can't afford to offend either side. If a conflict breaks out and there are casualties, he will be the unlucky one in the end.
"Teng Sheng by the well?"
Yang Fan felt strange when he heard the title of the young steward. Damn it, the names of these Fuso Japs are really interesting. They are either Tiangami or Watanabe...
Anyway, no one's name is serious, which may be related to the fact that their relationship between men and women is too casual.
Do these people use the name of the place where they were conceived as their surname? Yang Fan made evil guesses.
There is really no other use for such a strange surname except Fuso Kingdom.
Yang Fan had heard of Fusang's envoy to the Tang Dynasty. After all, he had left a strong mark on historical records. To put it nicely, he was an envoy to the Tang Dynasty, but to put it worse, he was just a thief.
At this time, the Tang Dynasty was far ahead of other countries in the world in terms of politics, economy, culture and technology, and could be said to be unique.
Especially in terms of technology, the subordinate vassal states including Fuso Kingdom were completely crushing them.
The Fuso knives, silks, wooden clogs of later generations were all copied by the Tang envoys sent by Fuso to the Tang Dynasty. If they didn't meet them, they would not be able to learn the advanced technology of the Tang Dynasty so easily since they encountered them now.
Although I am very disdainful of the Fuso people, their cruelty cannot be ignored. It is indeed cruel to commit suicide at every turn. Most people really do not have the courage.
If they were allowed to easily learn the technology and use it against the Han people in the future, wouldn't they become sinners through the ages?
Thinking of this, Yang Fan said: "The Tang Dynasty was a wandering dynasty, so it should treat others with courtesy and convince others with reason. Since it was the envoys of Fusang Kingdom who made mistakes first, then they slapped themselves ten times as an apology. We
Let bygones be bygones."
Jingbian Tengsheng obviously understood what Yang Fan meant and his expression changed. Manager Yang was also stunned when he heard this. Who is the person in front of him? How dare he be so presumptuous.
Although he just asked Ibe Tengsheng to apologize, he just wanted to use words to deal with it. In his opinion, it was not a big deal at all, not to mention that he had already announced his family status.
Although I don't want to easily offend Cheng Chumo and the other two generations, it doesn't mean that anyone can ride on his head. You must know that the person standing behind him is Wei Wang Li Tai.
The young steward comforted Teng Sheng by the well, then turned to Yang Fan and the others and said righteously: "The coming of all nations to the DPRK is a symbol of the prosperity of our Tang Dynasty. Your Majesty has specially ordered His Highness the King of Wei to receive the Fusang envoy, which shows that he attaches great importance to you.
To treat an envoy like this over a trivial matter is really damaging to the mighty image of the Tang Dynasty."
"Besides, our Tang Dynasty is a kingdom of heaven and a state of etiquette. Doesn't it seem too petty for you to do this?"
Seeing that this guy actually used these big words to deceive him, Yang Fan laughed angrily. Is this kind of person out of his mind? Do the people of the Tang Dynasty have the pride of being superior to others?
Why are these people from wealthy families willing to be Fusang people's dogs, and they talk as if they are the embodiment of justice?
Seeing Yang Fan smiling, he thought he had given in. The young steward showed off to Teng Sheng by the well with an arrogant look and winks.
Teng Sheng, who was beside the well, was full of pride. He glanced at Yang Fan and the others with disdain and laughed: "Manager Yang, you are so outstanding. I will ask His Highness the King of Wei to take credit for you." After saying this, he also flirted with Cheng Yuzhu and the others.
He hooked his fingers with a playful look on his face.
Just when he was about to cause trouble, Yang Fan looked at Jingbian Tengsheng who looked like he wanted to be beaten. Of course, Yang Fan wouldn't take it easy.
"Ah, it hurts so much, it's broken."
Before he could continue to be arrogant, a scream erupted from Teng Sheng's mouth near the well. The arm he had just stretched out was already hanging down. It was obvious that the bones of the arm had been twisted.
Seeing Teng Sheng holding his arm in pain with a painful look on his face, the young steward was astonished as if he had seen a ghost. He had already announced his family status, but the young man in front of him actually dared to do something.
"You are looking for death. You dare to hit me. Go to me. I will be responsible for beating you to death. Take these little ladies away for me. I will make their lives worse than death..." Jingbian Tengsheng shouted while holding his arm in severe pain.
How could he have ever been so wronged since he was a young man? Even when he came to the Tang Dynasty to steal troops, he was officially the deputy envoy to the Tang Dynasty. Making money along the way had always been smooth sailing. He never thought that he would encounter a difficult situation today.
Fortunately, they brought a dozen guards with them before going out. These guards who were selected to protect them were all top-notch warriors in Fuso.
Yang Fan in front of him had a female family, and he didn't have as many men as he did. What's more, he was leaning against the big tree of King Wei, so Teng Sheng by the well was certainly not afraid.
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards beside him rushed forward and took action towards Yang Fan and the others.
As the little overlords of Chang'an, Cheng Chumo and others always spoke with their fists. Of course they were well prepared. When they saw the rushing Fusang guards showing no fear on their faces, they excitedly said to Yang Fan:
"Brother Yishan, leave these people to us. Protect Sister Yuzhu and the others..." As he said this, several people quickly retreated to Dongshi Street. After all, the space in the shop was too small to use.
Yang Fan nodded and guarded Wu Meiniang and others behind him. Seeing the skill of Fusang's guards, he couldn't help but frowned.
As the saying goes, an expert can tell if someone is there as soon as he takes action. If these Fusang guards fight alone, none of them can be Cheng Chumo's opponent, but several guards surrounded one and they were in a stalemate for a while.
Cheng Chumo and Li Jinghuan were born in martial arts families, so they were able to cope with it with ease. Although Fang Yiai and Du He were physically strong, they were at a disadvantage, probably because they often fought. Although they were hit from time to time, none of them had any vital injuries.
He looked at the two guards next to Teng Sheng at the well. What if he went to help and the remaining guards arrested Wu Meiniang and the others as a threat?
In the end, it was decided that the top priority was to ensure the safety of these little girls instead of helping. Besides, Cheng Chumo and the others were not in danger.
If a few little girls were coerced or injured, even if they knocked down all the Fusang guards who besieged Cheng Chumo and the others, it would still be a failure.
"Oh, if I had known better, I should have brought a few guards with me in case of emergencies."
When the young steward saw the guard and Cheng Chumo arguing, he rolled his eyes and then whispered something to Teng Sheng by the well.
Jingbian Tengsheng, who was still a little anxious at first, suddenly brightened up and started chattering. The two remaining guards around him approached Yang Fan.
Obviously they want to capture Yang Fan and Wu Meiniang as hostages.
Yang Fan felt happy in his heart, but he snorted coldly on his face. He actually dared to take the initiative, which was like hitting a stone with an egg.
Although these two guards had significantly better martial arts skills than the other guards, under Yang Fan's full attack, the two quickly flew away and vomited blood and fell to the ground unable to get up again.
Jingbian Tengsheng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. You must know that these two guards are the top warriors in Fuso. How could he not be surprised when they fell to the ground in just one round?
The crowd who were still watching the excitement got angry when they saw it, and immediately backed away to avoid harming Chiyu, and a large open space was instantly opened on the street.
However, the crowd did not disperse. On the contrary, it gathered more and more, and the small circle just now turned into a large circle. The Chinese people's love of watching the excitement is the same in ancient and modern times.
Seeing Yang Fan's bravery, Cheng Chumo and Li Jinghuan's adrenaline secretion accelerated, and their force value instantly increased by several levels, while the Fuso guards felt terrified in their hearts as they watched the two leaders live and die.
Comparing the two, after a while, the Fusang guards were beaten off one after another. Some of them were holding their stomachs, and some were holding their thighs and moaning. The people who were eating melons thought that there would be a fight between dragons and tigers, but they didn't expect that a moment later.
The winner will be determined in time.
Jingbian Tengsheng and the young steward who were watching the battle were so frightened that they backed away. Seeing Yang Fan approaching step by step, the young steward mustered up the courage and said nervously:
"What are you going to do? I am a member of His Royal Highness the King of Wei, and Mr. Jingbian is also a special envoy of an allied country. You must not do whatever you want..."
But Teng Sheng, who was beside the well, looked pale. He accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground. He may have crushed his arm and let out a scream.
However, he quickly stood up with the help of the young steward. He pointed at Yang Fan with a trembling finger and said sternly: "Wait, I must make you look good. If you treat this envoy like this, I will report it to His Majesty the Tang Dynasty and ask him to do it."
I am fair."
After saying that, his feet were trembling like chaff, causing the melon-eating crowd around to laugh. They are indeed lower-class people, with no backbone at all.
The little girl Wan'er was anxious when she heard Teng Sheng's words by the well, and said with some worry: "Master, I'm sorry for causing you trouble..."
On the other hand, Cheng Yuzhu and Xing'er looked at Yang Fan with eyes full of little stars, and at the same time they did not forget to comfort the little girl Wan'er.
And Wu Meiniang's two big eyes were shining with excitement, without any fear at all. Yang Fan secretly thought that she was worthy of the decisive and decisive generation of empress Wu Zetian. Even if she had not entered the palace, the factors in her body were innate, but there was no trace of fear in her house.
I need the help of such a capable woman to look after me.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Teng Sheng turning around and trying to run away from the well. How could Yang Fan let him run away so easily? He carried him to the middle of the street with a quick stride like an eagle catching a chicken.
As for the young steward, he is just a servant of the palace. He loves us as much as he likes. As long as it doesn't affect him, he doesn't bother to talk to him.
Glancing at Teng Sheng, who was thrown to the ground by Yang Fan like a dead dog, Fang Yiai, a simple-minded guy with a rough mind, asked angrily: "Brother Yishan, how should we deal with this guy? Why don't we kill him now?"
Kill the arithmetic ball, and it won’t be easy to do anything when the government officials arrive later.”
When Teng Sheng heard the sound of the well on the ground, he almost pulled away, but a pool of smelly yellow liquid flowed out from the ground.
Not caring about the mess he made on the ground, he hurriedly stood up and trembled, knelt on the urine and kowtowed to Yang Fan and others, begging for mercy.
There will be a good life in the future, but Jingbian Tengsheng doesn't want to die like this.