"This!" Pan Mei was speechless for a moment, but didn't know how to answer.
Pan Mei started to pay more attention to Yang Yanrong, who had previously acted like a scoundrel. It seemed that this person was much more difficult to deal with than his father! He first tried to trick me into saying "just and strict, and law enforcement is as strong as a mountain".
I have to give him a reason to take him out. You know, most people will be at a loss when faced with this kind of situation, but this young boy has stumped me. Yes, for what reason should I take him out?
Woolen cloth?
"How's it going? Can't you answer it? Then I'm leaving!" Yang Yanrong walked to Pan Mei's side with a smile and whispered: "Father-in-law, my son-in-law is being polite!"
"What?" Pan Mei shouted angrily, grabbed Yang Yanrong's shoulders, and said coldly: "Boy, do you think I don't dare to kill you?"
Huh? His voice was so low, for fear of being heard by others? Yang Yanrong sneered in his heart and said disdainfully: "I have made a lifelong commitment to your Xiangyun family, and I am preparing to go to your house to propose marriage tomorrow!"
"Bastard!" Pan Mei was completely irritated by him. She raised her right palm and wanted to slap this hateful and shameless villain to death.
"If you are not afraid of your daughter becoming a widow, just kill me!" Yang Yanrong showed no fear, looking at Pan Mei coldly, and said: "I can guarantee that within three days, everyone inside and outside the capital will know about you.
My daughter has an affair with Yang Yanrong. Humph! Don’t threaten me with death. I’ve already died once, why are you afraid of this?”
"You all, get back!" Pan Mei finally put down her raised hand and waved to the people around her. Finally, the soldiers and the people watching the excitement all retreated.
"Yang Ye, if you don't want your son to die quickly, just continue to stay here!" Pan Mei glanced at the indifferent Yang family and said in a cold voice: "I don't want the fourth person to appear here.
personal."
"Let's go!" Yang Ye finally felt relieved. Knowing that Yang Yanrong was no longer in danger, he couldn't help but be very satisfied with his son's wit.
Yuchu Keer and Yuchu Keer didn't want to leave at first, but Yang Paifeng pulled them away. For the sake of Yang Lang's life, they had to retreat obediently.
"Tell me your conditions and how you can leave my daughter!" Pan Mei gave Yang Yanrong a sinister look and said, "My daughter is not worthy of you at all."
"Dad, we are sincere, please let us do it!" Pan Xiangyun immediately knelt down, crying and hugging Pan Mei's legs tightly.
"Get out! I don't have a shameless daughter like you!" Pan Mei kicked Pan Xiangyun hard in the chest. You must know that Pan Mei was a military commander, and her kung fu was extraordinary. Even in the martial arts world, she was considered a first-class master. This
With one kick, Pan Xiangyun was kicked away.
"Wow!" In mid-air, Xiang Qu spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale as paper.
"Xiangyun!" Yang Yanrong was anxious and wanted to run forward to pick her up, but Pan Mei's kick was so powerful? How could Yang Yanrong catch up now? He hurriedly ran forward and picked her up.
He helped Jiang Xiangyun up and said pitifully: "How are you? I'll take you to see the doctor!"
With that said, he reached out and picked up Xiangyun and left.
"Stop!" Pan Mei shouted, dodged and stopped in front of Yang Yanrong.
"Go away! Otherwise, I don't mind letting you become a dead person!" Yang Yanrong looked at Pan Mei coldly, and the black gun muzzle in his hand was already pointed at Pan Mei's head.
"Yang Lang, no! He is my father!" Xiangyun had no strength to speak at this time. Although she didn't know why Yang Yanrong was able to kill her father, she just believed that Yang Lang must have a way to kill her father, and
, Daddy has no power to fight back at all.
Pan Mei was startled, and a gun was pointed at his head. Suddenly, a kind of death aura enveloped his head. This is an intuition and an instinct, which has been honed in countless battlefields.
A feeling of death.
This is the smell of death. Pan Mei was sure of this! Therefore, he had no doubt that Yang Yanrong could really kill him. Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead involuntarily.
It wasn't until Yang Yanrong put away his gun that Pan Mei came out of the shadow of death, and suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion. This feeling was so shocking! He didn't want to experience it a second time.
"Tell me your conditions, how can I get Xiangyun to marry me!" Yang Yanrong hugged Xiangyun with one hand and asked calmly.
"Impossible! I will never agree to this!" Pan Mei said firmly: "Unless I die! Otherwise, hum!"
"Haha! Nothing is impossible! In this world, as long as you have enough chips, you can even buy your life. Tell me, come up with your conditions, no matter how difficult it is, I can do it.
Yang Yanrong said nonchalantly: "Of course, if you want the moon in the sky, I can't pick it off!"
Humph! If that's the case, I'll let you back out! Seeing Yang Yanrong's determined expression, Pan Mei smiled coldly in her heart, nodded, and said, "Okay! If that's the case, I'll make a condition.
Come, today next year, if you can come to my house with ten million gu of silver to propose marriage, I will betroth Xiangyun to you!"
"Ten million guan?" My God, Yang Yanrong took a breath of cold air, you really know how to speak like a lion! Are you very short of money? How much income did you make in a year in the Song Dynasty? It was only 4,000 guan.
How many thousand dollars, right? If you want me to give you a quarter of the national tax in one year, you might as well ask me to rob a bank. No, even if you rob a bank, you can't rob so much money!
Looking at Yang Yanrong's astonished expression, Pan Mei sneered in her heart and said calmly: "If you can't do it, don't talk big words and brag here. Although I have been an official for many years and I am the acting Duke, even if you give me a hundred
You may not be able to collect these tens of millions of silver in a year. Huh, young man, go away and put Xiangyun down. For the sake of Yang Ye, I won’t kill you this time. But if you still
If you keep pestering Xiangyun, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
"Oh? Really?" Yang Yanrong smiled slightly, gave Pan Mei a middle finger, and said: "Pull the banner, pull the tiger's skin, Pan Mei, Mr. Pan, I promise you, young master. Also, next year I will not win a prize."
I came to your house to propose marriage with tens of millions of dollars, but I will take 50 million dollars to propose marriage to the emperor. Hahahaha..."
He was so arrogant that Pan Mei was so angry that she almost jumped. This guy didn't know how high the sky was. He asked for 50 million yuan. How much was that? It was more than the tax revenue of the entire Song Dynasty in a year.