Chapter 108 Qun Fang Ji

Guo Huai's appearance made several big men with fleshy faces laugh loudly. Looking at those who were shorter than them, they were obviously stunned to take care of right and wrong, and their eyes were contempt.

Without saying much, the two people walking in front of them rushed up, with a bloodthirsty insidiousness at the corners of their mouths. They haven't killed people on the street for a long time. Thinking of the blood that was about to splash, and the sound of kneeling and begging for mercy, it was itchy.

But before the fists hit the stunned body, the two men in black felt a virtual shadow in front of them, followed by the sound of a crisp bone breaking, and the outstretched fist seemed to have been hit by a rock.

The smile on his face condensed in an instant, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the two flew to one side.

The three men in black who were still watching the bustle behind them were also shocked. They looked at each other a few times and rushed up together. However, the seemingly stunned young man gave them another stunned scene.

"Good!"

I don't know when such a sentence broke out among the passers-by onlookers-by, and then the rest of them also shouted one after another. The thieves of the Rouge Hall had resentment, but there was nothing they could do. They could only lie on the ground holding the broken arm and moan in pain.

"Get out of here!"

After losing a ingot of silver, Yang Yanzhao, who rushed over, said angrily. Hearing this, the man in black was like an amnesty. He immediately got up from the ground and ran away.

"Are you all right?"

He stepped forward and picked up the blue moon. Yang Yanzhao asked softly. The latter may have been too frightened and had no words, but just grasped his sleeve tightly with his hands stained with brown soil.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in his heart.

If it hadn't been for him, Liu Jiyuan would have been the emperor for a few more years, and Biyue would not have fallen into today's bullied field.

Although people do not destroy heaven and earth for themselves, from ancient times to the present, only a generation of heroes will be the great cause of the emperor, willing to have the seven-point love and six-point desire, and Yang Yanzhao is an ordinary person with an unfinished heart.

What's more, in the matter of Languizhai, I also calculated this scheming blue moon many times.

Anyway, at present, she is just a helpless and miserable person. Perhaps in order to repay some of the apologies in her heart, Yang Yanzhao did not shake off the sleeves grabbed by Biyue, smiled gently on her face, and kindly comforted the girl who was still panicked in her eyes.

Let Guo Huai lose a piece of silver to the previous shopkeeper and ordered him to send a few tables and chairs to the small yard. Yang Yanzhao took Biyue to the shop on one side, ate something, and bought some clothes for her later.

With the company of everyone, Biyue's mood is much better, and she doesn't seem to remember seeing Yang Yanzhao. No wonder that the latter has been saying that she can't be sick at the beginning, and she is favored. How can she care about this attention?

He took Biyue back to the small courtyard and arranged it in the last room. Along the way, Wen Zhongshu, who was a little hesitant, pulled him aside and whispered, "Brother Yanzhao, although this woman escaped from the place of fireworks, she must not be from a small family, and this rouge hall usually did a lot of conscienceful things, but It can still be so arrogant. I'm afraid there is someone behind it..."

Speaking of this, Wen Zhongshu suppressed his voice, "So, Brother Yanzhao, why don't you send this little lady home? Maybe there are relatives at home."

Wen Zhongshu's words were very implicit, but Yang Yanzhao understood what he meant. From the subtle points, he saw the difference of the blue moon, which was indeed extraordinary.

Send her home?

Yang Yanzhao agreed with Wen Zhongshu's persuasion to live outside the disaster, but he couldn't do it, because Biyue had been homeless for a long time.

However, this matter can't be made clear to Wen Zhongshu, so he answered with a smile, "Brother Bingyang, I have asked in private just now. She is no one in her family, and she doesn't even have a place to settle down. Alas, this is a miserable woman. Leave me for the time being and find a good family for her in the future."

Hearing that the family was broken and dead, Wen Zhongshu didn't say much. He nodded and sighed, "Brother Yan Zhao is really kind-hearted."

In the alley, the girl in a green Confucian skirt coldly looked at the five black men kneeling in the corner of the wall begging for mercy. The long sword in her hand had come out of its sheath, with a piercing chill.

"The heroine spares her life! My brothers were hurt by a dull person, but there was no woman around him.

"Woman, my eldest brother is right. I haven't seen the little ones, but there are several scholars around the people who hurt us. These sentences are true. Please forgive me!"

Looking at the dog's leg begging for mercy, which was obviously not a good thing in front of him, Jingyu couldn't help but feel angry. She learned from the news from the fact that the prodigal who humiliated him that day was no longer with Geng Yuanfu, and Guo Huai, a disciple of Taoist walkers, disappeared with him.

Hearing the news, Jingyu inquired all the way from Fuzhou to the south, just to tear up the disgusting yellow face.

Today, it was not easy to meet these ruffians who were injured by the Taoist 'Kuiyanjing'. After a question, he understood that Guo Huai was in disguise and his face could not be recognized.

What's more hateful is that the yellow-faced slut has no trace.

Biting the shell teeth tightly, Jingyu's big eyes seemed to be angry. Suddenly, the thieves who begged for mercy of the Rouge Hall were shocked like a cicada, trembling and did not dare to say anything more.

"Do you have a portrait of that woman?"

"Yes, there is, every girl in our Rouge Museum has a portrait..."

The boss of the man in black quickly took out the portrait of the chasing woman from his arms and carefully handed it up. Jingyu took a look. His red lips opened gently and rolled coldly.

In the small courtyard, Yang Yanzhao was reading a book under the lamp. Zhang Qian sorted out the things he brought with him. Guo Huai was full of joy and moved the new alchemy furnace to the yard, while Biyue stood on one side, a little curious, but did not dare to approach.

"It's a little dangerous. Don't be scared. You'd better go into the study and read the books with Yan Zhao's younger brother."

Guo Huai said softly and took the opportunity to light the fire, because something had been put in the elixir furnace, and then the crackling sound was immediately thought of.

In this situation, Biyue nodded quickly and walked silently to Yang Yanzhao's study.

Yang Yanzhao, who was struggling to write, heard the sound of the door opening, so he raised his head and saw Biyue uneasy behind the door.

Seeing her, Yang Yanzhao put down his pen with a smile, asked Biyue to sit down, and pointed to the scroll on the desk and let the latter read it at will.

Still silent, Biyue's big eyes swept through the Analects and other books, and it didn't seem to have much interest.

Seeing her like this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but say that as the most favored princess in the Northern Han Dynasty, of course, these books have long been familiar with them.

Take out dozens of rice paper full of words and unbinding from the bottom of the scroll. "These are some idle things. If you think it's boring, read it first."

This is Liang Zhu, who wrote when he was tired of reading the book. The story has also been written seven or eight points. He only waits for a few days to end it and send it back.

Biyue took it and looked at it a few times, and soon looked down without blinking. Obviously, she was attracted by Liang Zhu's story.

Looking at her face, which is much more mature than a year ago, and her delicate and beautiful facial features, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help sighing. She was originally a beauty and enjoyed the prosperity of the world, but now she can only be an ordinary woman.

In this way, Biyue lived in the small courtyard and fled for more than a year, which also made her no longer a noble lady in beautiful clothes and food, and did a good job of housework.

In this way, Yang Yanzhao and others, who are not good at cleaning up, no longer have a headache to tidy up the house. At noon and at night, they can also have delicious dishes and no longer go out to find a place to eat.

The wind is colder and colder.

Yang Yanzhao is still studying hard in the library. He has been reading it for more than two months, and the bottom scrolls have probably been read all the time.

So, on a warm morning in the winter sun, he climbed to the second floor of the library with a pen and inkstone in his arms, as if with his footsteps, Korean Hua also reached the second floor, looking at the masterpieces from the pre-Qin Dynasty to the previous dynasty.

Zhang Qian is close to Wen Zhongshu. Today's theory and lectures on Korean Hua and Yang Yanzhao will not appear. The two quoted the scriptures and soon became popular figures in Suiyang College.

"Brother Yanzhao, can you go to the yard for a light meal tomorrow night?"

Looking forward to Sima Xiangru's poetry, to be precise, since he went to these two layers, Yang Yanzhao has been thinking about his works most of the time.

I have to say that Sima Xiangru is indeed a talented person. The poetry is gorgeous, but it contains a deep meaning. Although Yang Yanzhao remembers many peerless masterpieces, he still has a feeling of heartbeat and even obsession in the face of real masterpieces.

Therefore, when he heard the invitation from South Korea, he was obviously stunned for a moment. He did not come back from the poem for a while, and he did not expect that the other party would invite him to his home.

Since the last discussion on Yuwentang, the two have rarely talked. After meeting, they just nodded. At this moment, South Korea Hua handed over the invitation, and of course Yang Yanzhao was distracted.

Seeing Yang Yanzhao's appearance, Han Guo Hua's face was a little embarrassed. When he was about to turn around and leave, there was laughter behind him, "Brother Guangbi's life, does Yang Yanzhao dare to have it?"

Hearing the words, his lost face showed joy, "Brother Yanzhao, are you serious?"

"Do you dare to be serious?"

"That's good. Brother Lao Yanzhao will also invite Wen Bingyang and Zhang Qiubai together." Han Guohua seemed to be a little difficult to speak, and his voice was a little lower. "The two of them are also quite talented, and Han Guangbi also wants to make friends."

"Okay, that's it."

After Yang Yanzhao agreed, Han Guo Hua packed up and left with a smile. Probably these days, he was also suffocated and finally couldn't help it. Then he gave up his last reservedness.

When he came out of the college in South Korea, it turned out that Yang Yanzhao was not difficult to socialize. It was just that he couldn't open his face. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed. The steps under his feet also accelerated a little. He had to rush back to the courtyard and ordered several servants sent from his family to prepare tomorrow night's dishes.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard someone shouting at him, "That scholar, do you know my Mr. Yang Jing?"

He was really shocked by the sound. When he looked up again, he saw that he was a tough rider, and dozens of people behind him were also burly and strong.

Where did the reckless man come from?

There was a trace of disgust in his heart. South Korea didn't hear the person he was looking for. He just glanced at him and walked aside indifferently.

"Haha... Team Xiao, you are also a coward..."

The rest of the men laughed loudly, and the leading man immediately stared back at them with dissatisfaction. Suddenly, they were silent, and the people behind them were all laughing.

"Wu Na scholar, you are so rude. Someone just inquires about things with you. Why are you so unreasonable?"

Maybe I heard the noise. A corner of the carriage was lifted, and a beautiful girl poked out her head, "Brother Xiao, what happened?"

I haven't received an answer yet. I happened to see Korean Hua on one side. A trace of surprise flashed in my eyes and jumped out of the carriage in a few steps. "Are you a student of Suiyang Academy?"

The girl is nine or ten years old, wearing a goose-yellow jacket and looks extremely cute. Of course, there is no reason to hate her, so she nodded.

"Great, do you know my sixth brother, Yang Yanzhao?"