[Nutrition Express]: Oh my God, the people who eat melons are surprised that they even drop the melons in their hands. I www.biquge.info watched the live broadcast room of the anchor for a few years, and it was the first time I saw a group fight of this scale, and the two sides of the group fight were still rich second generations with a very high status in ancient times, this feeling is indescribable.

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Tsk, to put it bluntly, they are all nouveau riche or local tyrants with no background. From this, it can also be seen how the tutors of the two sides are, if they are replaced by a truly well-educated scholar, even if they want to trample each other to death in their hearts, they will be polite in their faces.

[Linglong Secret Lock]: #托腮, compared to the fake lip and sword, I still like this kind of momentum of not being convinced.

[Warm baby sticker]: Hahaha, I also like to do it if I don't accept it. It's like what the anchor said before, what's the use of being sharp, people have two ears and one block, and no matter how loud the opponent turns on, it can't affect people. What's the use of only moving your mouth, that is, throwing the opponent two scrapers, but beating them back to show others? Therefore, if you can move your fists, you will never move your mouth.

Because of Jiang Pengji's influence, most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were contaminated with her temperament.

Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you can move your fists, and you will never beep.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to protect Xu Ke, so that this thin literati would not be swept into the melee.

She glanced at the expressions of the passers-by around her, and her heart moved slightly.

"Let them fight, and not find someone to separate them?"

Jiang Pengji lowered her eyelids and asked the previous little guy with a cold expression.

The little guy smiled bitterly, as if he had drunk a big bowl of bitter gourd juice, and his whole face was about to wrinkle.

"What the noble man said ......" is completely standing and talking without backache, the little guy added in his heart, and he didn't dare to say it, "Although the owner of the slave is the king of Changshou, but the prince has every opportunity, where can he have the kung fu to take care of these idle things? Whether it is the grandson of Huang Changshi, or the son of General Fang, it is a big Buddha who can't move, who dares to go up and pull the rack?"

It's nothing to pull the rack, I'm afraid that the two sides will dislike the third party and get in the way, so I beat the person who pulled the frame first.

When the time comes, it will be really dumb and can't say the bitterness.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Now we can only hope that they will finish the fight early, and the tea shop will close early.

As for the smashed and broken objects, make a list and send them directly to their mansion.

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, the owner behind the tea shop is King Changshou, and Huang Changshou and General Fang will also weigh the loss.

After Jiang Pengji heard this, she let out a cold sigh and was noncommittal.

"A bunch of little kids are making trouble, holding and scuffling on the ground, without the slightest bit of technology. Jiang Pengji clasped her hands around her chest, took a step back, avoided the delicate tea bowl that smashed on her toes, and turned her head to Xu Ke and complained, "Look, which side can win?"

Xu Ke glanced at his own Langjun slightly, and could only secretly pray that the other party would stop causing trouble.

Lowering his eyes and groaning, he said, "It should be Huang Chang's family, and now the official family is more dependent on eunuchs." ”

The eunuch group is powerful, and now it is also arrogant, like the sky.

But in essence, everything they have comes from the emperor's connivance, and the betrayal of official positions is also secretly allowed by the emperor, they are closely attached to the emperor, and life and death are decided by the emperor. If the emperor is still young, they can do a lot, but the problem is that although the emperor is faint, he is consumed by profit and attaches great importance to power, and the eunuch is just a dog in the emperor's hand to bite people.

The Wai Qi group is different.

Although they are also the emperor's dogs, they have their own roots and have more autonomy than the eunuchs, and the emperor handed over the Shangjing Praetorian Guard to the Fang family, which shows that the emperor values the Fang family, a group of relatives, and their status in the emperor's heart is also heavier.

Whether it is a group of relatives or a group of eunuchs, they were all promoted by the emperor to deal with the scholars, and now most of the Shangjing scholars have retreated, and there are not a few high-ranking officials in Zhishi, such as the Zhongshu Ling Fengren of the year, which made the emperor have a fatal illusion.

What delusion?

He mistakenly thought that he had taken back the power of the family, and felt that he was no longer a puppet emperor who was restrained by others!

In this case, the two dogs he fed with one hand, the eunuch group and the relatives group, were also a bit of an eyesore.

The eunuch group can only rely on the emperor, and in comparison, the foreign relatives group is more tricky.

Jiang Pengji also guessed that it was Huang Chang's family, but the reason was not what Xu Ke was worried about.

The contest between the relatives group and the eunuch group, that is also a real sword, put it in the court, where will it be placed on a few juniors?

"The child of General Fang's family is too fat, if you look at his figure, one person can block half of the door of the tea shop, and no matter how he moves, it is a huge target. Huang Changshou's grandson is clever, and he has been hiding behind the little guy and releasing cold arrows, which has made a lot of achievements. ”

A meat shield is more mobile than long-range, who gave him courage?

Xu Ke silently: "......"

Suddenly I felt that I had fed all the serious analysis I had made before.

Jiang Pengji said again, "But this kind of thing is a group fight, either by force, one husband is not allowed to be opened, or by the number of people, too much spit can drown people." Huang Chang's Xiao Langjun is not enough to fight, and if he continues to drag on, I'm afraid he will suffer. ”

Xu Ke listened and rolled his eyes secretly.

If you want to talk about group fights, he only serves his own Langjun.

As he was talking, the situation had become more and more clear.

General Fang's son was very favored at home, and he had to take twenty or thirty thugs with him when he went out, and only half of them had participated in the battle just now.

The other half received the news that Lang Jun had been beaten, and hurriedly rushed in from outside.

Originally, the two sides were evenly matched, but now the balance is tilted because of this number of people.

Seeing that Huang Changshi's grandson was about to be caught and beaten, the kid suddenly rolled backwards, regardless of the embarrassment, and shouted.

"Brother Jue, come and save my brother. ”

Juedi?

Jiang Pengji was already tired of watching, but she didn't expect Fang Fatzi to call a helper temporarily, and that Huang Changshi's grandson also wanted to call a helper.

She swept her eyes around, trying to find out who that Jue brother was.

Fang Fatzi's side has formed an overwhelming advantage, and the supertonnage body has formed a shadow to force Huang Changshi's grandson into a corner.

"Phew, you just call someone, see who you can call for your turtle grandson to help you!"

Huang Changshou's grandson's face has blossomed, and there are more bruises and purple spots, looking embarrassed, his eyes are still stubborn.

"Hmph, this little master will return this to you. Don't get scared of the farts later. ”

Fang Fatzi's heart was on fire, and he raised his huge fist to smash people, when a clear voice like a jade bead compass came from the crowd.

"Slow!"

"Who is messing with the little master's good deeds?" Fang Fat turned his head and looked viciously at the place where the voice came from.

Everyone also looked at it immediately, and saw a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old standing in a corner, dressed in a cyan Confucian shirt, lined with a long figure.

Even though the young man's face is still a little green, his demeanor has been completed.