Chapter 47 Why do you have to be beaten?
But Yang Guang's anger has not subsided, and he gave her a fierce look. "Women, you know a bird. If I don't beat these six unclean monks today, they will live in vain without even knowing my mother!" Damn, I asked him to use the tortoise shell to calculate a trigram. He refused to live or die. He said that the right time, place and people could do it, and if he said that he acted rashly, there would be no disaster. But in a blink of an eye, he took it out to please the woman. Do you think he should fight or not!"
Du Meiyue couldn't help laughing when she heard it. She looked at the dying monk on the ground and turned into a pig's head, "Ha ha, it's really time to fight, and it's too light. If the second young master is tired of fighting, how about letting the slave family do it for him? The slave family also suffocated their anger and had nowhere to vent!"
The beauty is attractive, and the monk likes it, but the monk absolutely doesn't like to fall into the well and see that he only has to take half a breath and have a few more feet.
He knew very well how to choose between the beautiful woman and the little life. He quickly ignored the bones that were about to fall out immediately, and got up in a panic to explain the grievance.
"Second young master, you are too grumpy. The little monk used three turtle shells for this female benefactor for fortune-telling. She is at this level. There are more than three yuan, but unfortunately, less than three yuan can't be counted at all. But for the second young master, you will get at least five yuan. The little monk heard that there is a six-god algorithm under the whole world, that is, six thousand-year-old tortoise shell. When the little monk finds the sixth tortoise shell, you must first give the second young master a fortune first!"
The monk was beaten into a pig, but his mouth was still extremely sharp and his thinking was very clear. Yang Guang was very disdainful of his behavior of being greedy and afraid of death, but he felt very comfortable as a party. So he repeated his tricks and pretended to hand over a dirty face towel.
"Alas, it's a mess. You should have said it earlier. Why did you have to be beaten by this meal? It's really not worth it. Remember, if you have something to say in the future..."
If you don't quit, you are thinking in your heart, go to hell, you pervert, where do you have a chance to explain to me a little bit when you rush up? Damn it, this perverted violent maniac pretends to be a good person after fighting every time!
You must learn a long lesson next time, but you can't suffer this kind of boring loss. Now his relationship with the violent and shameless prince is very delicate. Even if he has great ability, he can't fight back. What a coward!
But he ignored another very serious problem in order to save his life, that is, don't offend women, especially women like Du Meiyue, who also have a strong tendency to violence!
So when he was wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with a dark face towel, Du Meiyue gritted her teeth and asked, "Hey, dead monk, did you just say that two yuan for aunt is enough? Humph, my aunt will let you know the tragic end of dogs looking down on people today!"
Du Meiyue has already swept the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and completely solved the battle with just one foot, as if nothing had happened at all.
It's just that the poor living fairy monk has squatted in the corner of the wall and covered his little monk. It's better to die!
Yang Guang suddenly lost his mood, because he was still very worried about what was going on in the palace. Although he just played well with the monk in Yang Jian's face, he knew that if Yu Wenyun did not die tonight, not to mention that the monk was unlucky, he could not escape the blame. At least from now on, Yang Jian will take strict precautions against him, which is by no means a good thing!
At this critical moment, he always subconsciously wants to smoke, but there is no smoke. As for not quitting the monk, he is absolutely fine. Although he still doesn't know his real details, his skills are by no means weak, and Du Meiyue will not leave any room for his feet.
He suddenly wanted to go out for a horse ride, but why didn't they come back for dinner when it was dark? He became irritable for a moment, but he didn't want to show it to Du Meiyue, especially in front of him.
But he squatted in the corner of the wall and covered the little monk who was about to die, but he gritted his teeth and persuaded him, like a roundworm in his stomach. "Second young master, don't worry, what should come will always come... Ouch... This female benefactor is also a little fierce... Ouch... Now the monk has become an eunuch..."
Yang Guang didn't laugh this time. On the contrary, the sense of urgency in his heart was more urgent. Why is he so nervous now? Because he has no bullshit strength at all now, and almost everything he does now is just to save his life.
But now he is Yang Guang, Yang Guang, the Duke of Yanmen County. He will soon become Yang Guang, the king of Jin. Will he die if he is not an emperor?
Originally, he believed that he would never die when he crossed, but when he personally experienced a face-to-face confrontation with Yu Wenyun, he soon found that his life was always in his own hands, which had nothing to do with crossing.
If he can't establish his direct power as quickly as possible and can't rise quickly, then he may be killed one day, and the person who killed him is likely to be his eldest brother Yang Guang.
Or those bird characters that he doesn't know at all before they appear!
There is a reason between ancient and modern times. To put it bluntly, the best way to attack is to defend and save the best life is to be so strong that no one dares not to hit his idea!
Thinking of this, he personally stretched out his hand to help the sore grinning monk and sit on the stool, and then waved to Du Meiyue, "Madam, go and prepare the meal. It's getting late. Call all the little blacks back!"
Du Meiyue saw that the master was more serious than ever before. She found that the longer she contacted him, the more afraid she was of the handsome little master in front of her. She didn't know why. Anyway, this feeling became stronger and stronger.
Yang Guang wiped off the cold sweat from the monk's bald head with his own hands. He went to the kitchen and brought a jar of osmanthus fragrance. He played with the monk and drank in a big bowl. For the first time in his life, he found that there was really nothing more comfortable and easier to forget than drinking.
"Ha ha, monk, come on, do it, there is wine today and you are drunk today, don't wait for the golden bottle to be empty to the moon!"
The monk is also strange. Obviously, it really hurts, but a bowl of fragrant osmanthus wine immediately goes everywhere. Does it hurt? Damn it, hurt the ball, drink, drink the flower wine brewed by beautiful women, hahaha!
"Second young master, you are really a literary star down to the earth. This exit is a good sentence from thousands of years. I admire you, admire you, little monk, give you a drink!"
Yang Guang grinned, "Forget it, don't play nonsense. Tell the truth, monk, how do you think I should run this horse farm?"
The monk was stunned and looked around. Then he whispered, "Of course, it is hidden from the sky and the sea. On the surface, he is stuffy to raise horses. In fact, he recruits troops to establish his own direct line! As for money and grain, you can rest assured that Baoguang Temple has 800 mu of temple property, and all the rent collected every year will be taken out to support you!"
Yang Guang was also stunned and reacted for a long time. Yes, what he was most worried about was money. If he had money, it was difficult to walk around the world without money. How could he forget that the ancient temples themselves were big landlords, and the hundreds of mu of fertile land rewarded by the court were their own private property. And the inheritance cycle goes back and forth from generation to generation.
But there is no free lunch in the world, especially Yuan Tianhang, the first demon in the ages. Grandma, he had to be careful about this monk who could not be positioned.
"You? Don't brag. You don't have any qualifications to use temple property. Besides, if people know that the second young master of the Duke of Sui actually accepted a donation from a bald monk in private, wouldn't it make people laugh? No, no!"