Chapter 70 Reverse scale

The lamp shadow was shaking, and the tea at the table was already cold. Xu Shaoyang bowed in front of him and wanted to change the water in the pot into something hot.

"Shaoyang, no need. It's late at night. You should go back early to have a rest."

"Teacher, is there anything on your mind?"

Xu Shaoyang asked softly. Whenever Zhang Hao came, his teacher was worried and his eyebrows were knotted.

His hand raised a wisp of hair, which turned out to be as white as snow. Geng Yuanfu sighed softly, "The great cause has not been achieved, and my head has turned white..."

Hearing this, there was a trace of sadness in Xu Shaoyang's heart, "Master, the world is still the world of the Zhao family. Is that really so serious?"

" Shaoyang, you don't understand. There are some things that can't be let go, and you can't linger."

It was still the original answer. Xu Shaoyang silently lowered his head and treated him like a son. Since he still has this choice, as a disciple, he should only follow his fate.

"These days, you should pay attention to the sixth son of the Yang family. When the time is ripe, you will see him as a teacher."

"Is the teacher also optimistic about this son?"

Geng Yuanfu stretched out his hand and stroked the 'handsome' on the chessboard. "Know the general trend and defeat the Han Dynasty. Understand the overall situation and abandon martial arts and literature. With his ingenuity and courage, I'm afraid it will be difficult not to get along, otherwise won't he fail Yang Ye's painstaking efforts?"

The last sentence was a little light, but Xu Shaoyang, who was beside him, still heard it clearly and immediately looked surprised, but Geng Yuanfu stopped talking, and he did not ask.

In the north of Fuzhou, in the crisscrossing deep alleys, the lights in a courtyard were also on. The four people in the room were staring at Yu Heze, who was full of tension. After he took out two pieces of gold leaves, the leader withdrew his terrible eyes. "I know, go back and tell Mr. Qi that I have taken over the business. "

When the work was completed, Yu Heze hurriedly left and was really tired to deal with these murderers. He secretly thought that he would never come here again in the future. Without even saying goodbye, he hurriedly went out.

"Brother, are you really going to kill for this money?"

After Yu Heze left, he sat on one side and asked the fierce-looking bald man. The deposit of two pieces of gold leaves was only five pieces after it was completed, which was a little insignificant for the Yulong Gang.

"Second brother, the eldest brother is just to sell face. The Qi family is the richest man in Fuzhou. If you make friends with him, you will always have some benefits in the future." Another thin yellow-faced man continued.

"Yes, I do think so, Lao Si, you will take someone to find out the origin of this person tomorrow. You must find out. If you are really just an outsider, it won't have much impact if you die."

Sitting at the bottom, wearing black clothes and a little gloomy face, the four heads of the Yulong Gang usually didn't say much. When they heard this order, they just nodded.

Squeak...

The door of the study was gently opened, the lights danced quickly because of the leaking wind, and the thin figure of the exhaust wind came out of the crack of the door.

The tender little face showed a trace of heartache that was not in line with his age. He walked up gently, slowly took off the pen still holding in Yang Yanzhao's hand, and put a black robe in his arms behind him.

Pressing the wick, and then the light dimmed a lot. He took a look at the sleeping Yang Yanzhao, and the exhaust wind tiptoed out again.

When I woke up, it was still the time I was used to. My neck was a little sore. When I reached out to pinch it, the black robe behind me slipped to the ground.

Picking it up, Yang Yanzhao smiled, but the little girl became more and more able to take care of people.

Putting his robe on the table, Yang Yanzhao went to the yard. The little figure of the exhaust wind had begun to be busy. When he saw him, he pointed to the basin on the table in the courtyard. "Son, the washing thing has been put there, and the exhaust wind is almost ready."

"It's not urgent. It's still early. You can get up later after exhausting the wind."

Yang Yanzhao brushed his teeth with salt and said to the exhaust. After all, she is just a child. How can she do the work of a servant every day?

"I'm used to exhausting the wind. Do you think this cloth bag is good?"

Put the porridge out and put it aside to cool. The exhaust wind took out a cyan cloth bag from the room. It looked similar to Zhang Qian's, but the fine part of the mending was more rough.

It seems that he mentioned it at dinner last night, and the little girl made it overnight.

He took it over happily. Yang Yanzhao stroked a few times on his body, "Yes, it's really good. The hand of exhausting the wind is getting more and more coincidental now."

Hearing Yang Yanzhao's happy voice, Paifeng lowered his head shyly. "As long as the prince doesn't dislike it, the exhaust wind will clean up the books for the prince."

The cloth bag was handed to the exhaust wind. After she packed up, Yang Yanzhao stood up in the courtyard according to the old rules. Today, he used a steel gun, and a long gun danced in his hand.

After a set of movements, there was already some sweat on his cheeks. He took the sweat towel handed by the exhaust wind. Yang Yanzhao handed her the long gun, "Exhaust, how much do you remember the tricks just now?"

The weight of the steel gun is a little heavy for the thin one of the exhaust, and it is a little difficult to carry it in your hand. "Son, you can write down the tricks, but I'm afraid it's not as strong as the prince."

"That's good. The exhaust is really smart."

After taking over the long gun, Yang Yanzhao smiled. The exhaust is still weak now. How can there be such a momentum as him? Maybe finding a suitable weapon for her can get twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of weapons, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but flash the word 'fire stick' in his mind, and then thought of the appearance of the wind dancing with the dark fire stick, and immediately smiled hoarsely.

Maybe the whip is better. This is the weapon that girls should use.

The breakfast is mung bean porridge, cooking cakes and salted vegetables, which are simpler, but for Yang Yanzhao, the breakfast is just a full stomach, two bowls of porridge, three pieces of cooking cakes, and Zhang Qian happened to arrive at the door.

After checking what was contained in the cloth bag, Yang Yanzhao went to school with his back on his back, and the exhaust air standing at the gate of the courtyard saw him leave.

The prince really doesn't want to deliver lunch by himself, so what does he have for lunch?

"Ye-huh, it's delicious. Today's dish is a little more delicious than yesterday."

On the grass, the breeze blows, which makes people happy, but if you are a person who eats happily regardless of the image, anyone will feel that the scenery has been lost.

Of course, Zhang Qian now has this idea.

"Brother Yanzhao, at least you and I read the sage book. Although you don't say anything, it's okay if you can't sleep or not speak, but can you be more graceful when eating? No one will grab it with you."

As soon as Zhang Qian opened his mouth, He Yu also nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Brother Yanzhao, eat slowly. There are still food boxes on the carriage that have not been taken down. I'm sure you can eat enough."

He stared at the two of them angrily. Yang Yanzhao answered without idleness, "Why don't you do it quickly if there is a free lunch?" What's more, this free lunch is still my appetite. Of course, I'm going to have a good time.

In a word, Zhang Qian shook his head repeatedly and wanted to walk aside and draw a line with him who had no etiquette beside him.

Yang Yanzhao's study life is so quiet. In the morning, he walked with Zhang Qian, ate delicious dishes from He Yu's home at noon, and took a ride home at sunset.

Of course, sometimes he will stay in the college to ask for advice from the teacher, but he is afraid of exhaust wind, so even if it is too late, he will return to the city before the gate is closed.

On this day, the three of them were going to the city in a carriage. Yang Yanzhao and Zhang Qian were talking about the strategy that the husband had said before, while He Yu was holding his chin on one side and inserting a sentence from time to time.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped and made the unprepared He Yu almost lean out. He Xiaopang immediately lifted the curtain, "What's wrong with He Qi?"

He Qi, who was driving the car, was a little panicked, but then pointed to the person in front of him, "Sir, this man rushed out and blocked the road."

He Yu followed He Qi's expectation. Sure enough, there was a teenager in a brown hemp cloth. He seemed to be a little familiar, sweaty, and his face was extremely anxious.

"Is Brother Zhang Qian in the car?"

Before He Yu could speak, the teenager came over in a few steps. Hearing his voice, Zhang Qian, who was sitting in the car, leaned out.

"Sun Ming, why are you here?"

At this moment, Yang Yanzhao also followed. He had seen this teenager. He was Zhang Qian's neighborhood. Because he didn't like reading, he helped his family make some pastry deals.

"Brother Zhang Qian, something happened to your mother!"

One sentence almost made Zhang Qian fall from the carriage. He finally stabilized his mind and rushed to Sun Ming, "What's wrong with my mother?"

"Your mother was knocked unconscious when she bought cooking cakes. At this moment, she was in a coma at home, but the little girl with her disappeared!"

"What!"

This is Yang Yanzhao's exclamation. Regardless of He Yu's surprise, he jumped to Sun Ming's side. "You mean the exhaust is gone?"

"Em, although Aunt Zhang is in a coma, she calls the name of the exhaust wind, and I also deliberately looked around and didn't see the exhaust, but I saw the words 'Tonight, Zhujie Lane' in a corner."

Hearing that Yang Yanzhao's face was a little cold, Zhang Qian and He Yu also knew a little. Qi Wenyan was silent for several days and finally there was a movement.

"Brother Yanzhao, this matter is related to human life. Let's go to the newspaper as soon as possible!"

He Yu said with some worry and guilt. After all, things happened because of him. Although he didn't know how important the maid was to Yang Yanzhao, his cold expression showed that it was unusual.

"No, let's go back first."

The voice was also a little cold. Yang Yanzhao turned around and walked to the carriage. He Yu and Zhang Qian did not feel a sense of pressure behind them, as if the person in front of them was no longer the easy-going person.

The carriage continued to move forward smoothly, but there was no leisure atmosphere in the car just now. Finally, He Yu couldn't help clenching his fist and said, "This despicable villain, I'm going to argue with him!"

Yang Yanzhao didn't say anything, and Zhang Qian just shook his head, which made him discouraged. He patted the carriage with some frustration and said lowly, "What should I do?"

What should I do? The murder flashed in Yang Yanzhao's eyes. He hasn't wanted to kill like this for a long time. It's because they have done something they shouldn't have done!

When he was expelled from his house, he was the only one who never gave up. In Yang Yanzhao's heart, no one could hurt this cute and simple girl.

The carriage bumped up inexplicably, and the driver tried his best to stabilize it. He Yu and others in the carriage felt a chill and immediately lost their voice, "Brother Yanzhao..."

"I'm fine."

It was still an emotionless voice. Yang Yanzhao, who came to his senses, restrained the murderous atmosphere in his heart, closed his eyes and leaned against the car wall, and stopped talking.