Chapter 65 Finishing Work

The big man's heart sank, and he couldn't help but have the same idea as the old pimp: Who is this little prince? To be able to fight like this, the power behind him must be not small, and you have to deal with it carefully.

Yan Jin, who was sitting on the Taishi chair, accidentally slipped away. At this time, she was thinking about what Yan Ziqi was doing.

The master beside the Lord of Futai was directing the catchers to wave away the crowd and make way for the Lord Futai to enter the Qinghua Tower.

"Mom, let go of me quickly. Behind me is the little prince of the governor! The eldest daughter of the governor is the good daughter of the prince! Which of you dares to touch me?" The doveted madam fell to the ground and couldn't move, but the exit was still arrogant.

This sentence happened to fall into the ears of the Lord Futai who entered the lobby. Unexpectedly, the supporter of the Qinghua Building was an official son who was older than his own, and it seemed that there were in-laws involved in the harem, this...

He couldn't tolerate thinking too much. He hurried forward and said in an official tone, "I have received a report that someone is bothering the people again. What's going on?"

Yan Chan sat on the teacher's chair and turned around with his voice. Seeing that he was wearing an official uniform, Yan Chan quickly prepared to get up and salute.

But he didn't think about it. He was pressed on the shoulder by the big Taibao with one hand, and then he still sat firmly in the chair of the master. Yan didn't know why. He pointed to the master and pointed to himself: "Don't I salute him?"

"Your Excellency, you have to be the master of the people's women. This little prince is too bullying!" The dove, who was still arrogant just now, suddenly howled at the Lord of Futai.

Da Taibao stepped forward a little, bowed his hand, and said humbly to the Lord Futai, who was one step away, "Please take a step to talk."

Well, since they stretched out their hands to invite, it was not good for them not to go. The Lord of Futai reluctantly moved his feet to be obedient. Then, I don't know what the Taibao said. The face of the Lord of Futai was pale and changed awkwardly.

The lord of Futai looked at Yan Qian and the old man. How ugly his face was, but in the end, after Da Taibao finished speaking, he suddenly said, "Well, it's getting late. There are still cases to deal with in the government office. I will leave first." Faced at Yan Zhen on the Taishi's chair, he bent down and hurried away with someone, as if he had just arrived in a hurry, and there seemed to be a fierce beast chasing him.

Yan Chan was happy to see the Lord of Futai leave. He jumped directly from the teacher's chair and came to the old mother: "No one will help you now, Mom."

After saying that, one foot, cross. Sitting on the pimp, he patted the pimp's head with one hand and twisted the meat on the pimp's arm with the other hand, but the pimp's limbs could not move.

When everyone reacted and looked at the lobby, it was this scene. Yan Cen slapped his voice and said, "Let you hit me, let you bully me."

But the oldam screamed and didn't forget to say harshly: "The governor's son will not let you go. Let's see. I also asked him to make the decision!"

Who knows that Yan Chen rubbed his hands at this moment, raised his head, and asked with a little obscene expression, "Who knows where my mother's silver needle is?"

People outside the lobby look at me, I look at you, and I don't know what Yan Cen's words ask. But it was Ba Taibao holding a thug and came over with a wooden plate. What was on it was the silver needles of different sizes and thicknesses that Yan Chan had just asked.

It turned out that when Yan Qi was just asking, the thug wanted to wait for the crime and make contributions, so he took the eight Taibao to the old pimp's room to get it.

At that time, at that time, silver needles were inserted into the old pimp's body in Qinghualou, causing bursts of screams. Yan Zhen did not forget to insert the last one into the round buttocks of the pimp.

At first glance, the Qinghualou pimp instantly became a hedgehog full of thorns and collapsed on the ground. Yan Cheng clapped her hands and stood up, indicating that he was done and finished the work.

As he said last time, Yan Cen's eldest sister-in-law got the permission of Yan's father and mother, and sent someone to the Qinghua Tower to smash it. Now Yan Cen has done the old lady like this. Looking around the Qinghua Building, such a magnificent is indeed a little annoying.

"Cough, come on, someone, smash this Qinghua Tower for me!" Yan Chan stood up, looked around, pointed to Qinghua Tower, and suddenly said.

So Xiaowu and the Taibao cleaned the Qinghua Building. The broken doors and windows were crumbling, and the tables, chairs and sleeping couch were not much complete.

The madam was picked up with one hand. Looking at the seriously damaged Qinghua Tower, he said angrily to Yan, "I want to sue the official, sue the senior official, and kill you, a smelly little hairy child. Fight with me, you can wait to live in prison for the rest of your life!"

Yan Yi's body suddenly trembled, clenched his fists and put them on his mouth, looking frightened: "Oh, I'm so scared, I'm so scared!"

Then Yan Cen patted the dust from the robe, snorted coldly, and left. Only the big Taibao, when he left, pulled his face and said to the Qinghualou pup on the ground, "Don't be too entangled. If you want to sue the official, then sue. Kyoto Yan Valve is waiting."

When he heard the word Yan Valve, the old pimp trembled. The people who came to smash the store some time ago also said that they were the people of the Kyoto Yan Valve. Well, this, it is impossible for people who go into business to the sea not know the emperor, and it is impossible not to know the Kyoto Yan valve.

The old pimp of Qinghualou couldn't help but be disheartened. Could it be that the little prince he inadvertently offended was the young master of Yan Valve? I vaguely remembered that it seemed that I was the same to the little boy earlier, which can be said to be self-contained.

In fact, when Yan Yi asked the old woman if she still remembers her before, what he said surprised the Taibao. Then he guessed that there was such a thing in the middle, which was not difficult for them. There was any news after a little inquiry.

Then Da Taibao was very dedicated to sum up the news and went to Kyoto. This matter can be big or small. It all depends on what the Yan family thinks.

However, of course, the Yan family will not be lenient about this matter. Just after Zhu Miaomiao sent someone to smash it, now Yan Cen came to the door to treat the old man and the same as an adult, and smashed the Qinghua Building.

But not long after, the people sent by Mr. Yan from Kyoto also arrived, and then another lesson.

It was not easy for the old pupe of Qinghualou to stop. The people sent in the palace shoveled the Qinghualou flat and burned it completely. From then on, Qinghualou disappeared silently.

Only the dull old lady looked at the torch. The Qinghua Building, which had been painstakingly operated for many years, could not speak, and let people press the fingerprints, and the land of the Qinghua Building was officially sold to others. In this way, the unlucky pimp was nothing, nothing.

These have been going on for a long time, and it's too early to say this.

Yan Chen, the old woman, went back to the inn, took a hot bath, held her soft quilt and went to play chess with Zhou Gong.

A good night's dream, Yan Chen, who slept until dawn, was naturally refreshed, venting all the suffering that had been suffoed for two years, and naturally the whole body was comfortable.

After washing and going downstairs, while eating breakfast, Yan Chan laughed out loud. For a while, the guests of the inn were confused. Only those who had experienced the whole thing yesterday knew what Yan Chan was laughing at.

Yan Zhen couldn't help sighing that the old pupe of Qinghualou also said that I couldn't fight her. She didn't fight much. She had already abandoned her armor. If she really wanted to move her identity, she didn't want to bow three times. It's funny to think that the fat body is bowing to me.

Xiaowu and the Taibao looked at Yan Chan and shook their heads straight. I'm afraid that Yan Chan has gone crazy after finishing it.

On the street outside, people are talking about what happened last night. Everyone had the mentality of watching the play, especially when the old prey of Qinghualou was taught a lesson and could not resist, everyone was gloating.

"I heard that it was made by the Kyoto Yan Valve. Maybe the old girl won't want to bloom in the building in the future." The gossip on the street floated from downstairs to upstairs. Yan Cheng listened to it, and it was funny to think about it, but this sentence was indeed a proverb.

It's time to go on the road, otherwise you will stay for too long and return to Kyoto late, and you will be scolded by Yan's father.

After breakfast, as soon as they left the city, Yan Cheng and his party went to the official road from the path. All the way forward, they didn't see half of them. It was a bit like the store in front of them and the village behind them.

At noon, the weather began to get sultry, and the sun was scorching, burning the earth.

However, there are always some small businesses who set up stalls on the road and make some small money. There is a herbal tea shop in front of this, and the shed is temporarily supported with bamboo poles.

Only the smell of tea attracted everyone to stop, stop, take a sip of tea, take a cold, chat, and rest.

Yan Chen followed Xiaowu and others into the tea shop when he heard someone say, "The dancer, with one toe and a block, retreated. There was not a drop of blood splashed on his body."

"Dance, in the past two years, he has been really popular. He is the best in the martial arts. I don't know if he will attend the martial arts conference in two months?" Another person continued.

"Hey, hey, I heard that Miss Lufu, the show girl in last year's draft, actually failed herself and was determined to marry the dancer." Suddenly, someone in the crowd raised his voice and said.

Your words and my words are very lively, and we are all discussing the dancer. Yan Chen heard that everyone was talking about her father-in-law. Her ears couldn't help pulling sharper and her neck stretched longer. If it hadn't been for the 18 Taibao of her own family, I'm afraid she would have run to the crowd.

Picking up the cup and drinking a sip of herbal tea, Yan Cen said to the Taibao, "Is the martial arts conference fun? Otherwise, let's go too!"

Xiaowu looked at the big Taibao. Just as he was about to speak, he didn't think that Yan Chan would say, "Anyway, I have to go back sooner or later. Why don't you let me go and play first? I've never seen what the martial arts conference looks like."

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