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Chapter 152: The Most Difficult to Accept the Grace of Beauty (II)

It can only be said that although Fan Hongdao, a traverser, is very familiar with the general trend of history, the specific details of life expose the problem of lack of experience. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After all, in most history books, there will be no small things such as eating, drinking, living and traveling.

At this time, even if you regret it, it is useless, you can only face the reality and see the move. Fan Hongdao settled down and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man gritted his teeth and replied: "Let you also be a ghost, I am Zhang Taizheng of the Zhang family in Puzhou!"

Fan Hongdao was taken aback when he heard this, this is really a narrow road! When he rushed from Beijing to Yanchi in Hedong, he once bumped into Zhang Siwei's eldest son, Zhang Jiazheng, and this Zhang Taizheng was Zhang Siwei's second son.

This is really not to worship the gods when I went out, I met the boss of the Zhang family on the way here, and I met the second child of the Zhang family on the way back, how embarrassing!

If you think about it carefully, it is reasonable, the avenue is facing the sky, and the post station route is like this. Fan Hongdao returned to Beijing from south to north, and Zhang Taizheng went home from north to south to mourn, and the two must meet each other.

The difference is only whether you pass by on the road or bump head-on at the post node. Unfortunately, Fan Hongdao lacked some luck and met with Second Young Master Zhang at the post station.

Fan Hongdao remembered the rumor that he scolded Zhang Siwei to death, the second young master Zhang in front of him had obviously heard this kind of rumor, otherwise he would not have raised his eyebrows at himself, so in his eyes, wouldn't he be close to killing his father's enemy. As the saying goes, the hatred of killing one's father is not shared, and the situation he is facing now is a bit terrifying.

Fortunately, the location was in the post station, the time was broad daylight, and the other party was an official, so Fan Hongdao felt that he would not fall into death like a thief in a broken temple.

With this confidence, Fan Hongdao said against the guest: "It turned out that it was Lord Zhang in person, and Fan Hongdao was below, what did Lord Zhang want to stop the way?"

Of course, Zhang Taizheng hated to hack Fan Hongdao to death, but he knew that he couldn't do so, so he turned around and shouted: "Take it down for me!

Fan Hongdao immediately reprimanded: "Lord Zhang, you are also an official of the imperial court, kidnapping scholars in broad daylight, what kind of system is this!"

Zhang Taizheng shouted with red eyes: "It's a big deal not to be an official!"

Seeing that the other party had no bottom line like this, Fan Hongdao was very helpless. The slaves of the Zhang family were ordered, and one of them took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to grab Fan Hongdao.

At this time, a cold and shining blade suddenly entered the oblique thorn, and before everyone could react, they saw a short knife on the neck of the slave. Everyone looked again, but saw that the owner of the short knife was a bewitching little lady.

Fan Hongdao is okay, he has adapted to this style of painting. But if others want to associate the delicate little lady with the sharp blade, there must be a process of adaptation.

"Stand back, or I'll kill you!" Li Xiaoniang said coldly, her hand was very steady, and there was no tension at all, as if she was doing a very ordinary thing. And she also held the short knife in her other hand, ready to attack.

Zhang Taizheng looked at Li Xiaoniang in astonishment, although he was not calm and ordered to be rude to Fan Hongdao, but he still had a bottom line, and he did not use a knife or a gun. But where did this little lady come from, and how did she come up and show her blade?

The house slave was probably arrogant, and he was not angry about being controlled by such a little lady. He suddenly became shorter, dodged the formidable blade, and then was about to grab Li Xiaoniang's wrist.

Fan Hongdao knew that Li Xiaoniang was powerful, and he was afraid that Li Xiaoniang would really not care about the three seven twenty-one slashing people, so he hurriedly shouted: "Keep people under the knife!"

Li Xiaoniang may have an upper limit to her strength, but her agility is beyond ordinary people. I saw that she shook it twice and dodged the big hand of the house slave, and then flew up quickly and kicked the crotch of the house slave fiercely.

"Ahhhh

And Fan Hongdao thought of the mechanism on the little lady's toes, and couldn't help but gasp, feeling the chills all over his body, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to cover himself.

Another black-faced house slave was usually friendly with the house slave on the ground, and at this time he was furious, and without waiting for the master's order, he rushed out and hit Li Xiaoniang with his fist.

Li Xiaoniang still dodged easily, and then used a backhand knife to directly cut a hole in the back of the black-faced house slave. The cut stretched from the shoulders to the waist, and the flesh and skin of the clothes were torn together, and the bloody ones were three feet long, which looked very shocking.

Little Lady Li pointed at Zhang Taizheng with the tip of her knife and asked meaninglessly, "Who else?"

A demonic little woman, holding two short knives, is murderous, not to mention the onlookers, even Zhang Taizheng has not come back to his senses.

He commanded the slave to do it just now, and he didn't have the intention of bullying Fan Hongdao by force. But he didn't expect this little woman out of thin air to be so powerful, so lethal, and she was not afraid of seeing blood and dared to attack, which was a bit difficult to ride a tiger now.

Fan Hongdao accepted it when he saw it, and was afraid that things would continue to intensify, so he stopped in front of Li Xiaoniang and said to Zhang Taizheng: "Lord Zhang, let's go home quickly and go to mourn, don't waste time here!"

Zhang Taizheng glared at Fan Hongdao fiercely, only thinking that Fan Hongdao was deliberately pretending to be a good person, gritted his teeth and said: "Jun Zhihui is in my heart, and I will worship the gift of Jun in three years!"

Then Second Young Master Zhang turned around and left, ignoring even the two injured house slaves. Without these two wounded soldiers, there would naturally be no shortage of horses, so Zhang Taizheng turned over and continued to run on his horse.

Fan Hongdao saw Zhang Taizheng leave, wiped his sweat, and finally got through another difficulty. He turned his head sideways and said to Little Lady Li, "Thank you again this time." ”

If Li Xiaoniang didn't take the initiative, Fan Hongdao really didn't know if he could persuade Zhang Taizheng by "reasoning". If you can't "reason", who knows what will happen next?

Little Lady Li was quick to talk and replied: "You don't have to thank me, it was my father who asked me to make a move"

So that's the case, Fan Hongdao said: "Then thank Ling Zun!"

Little Lady Li replied again: "You don't need to thank my father, you just need to help us!"

Fan Hongdao immediately knew that this Daddy Li seemed to be an old Jianghu, and he was holding back his strength to make himself owe them favors, and the more he owed, the more he couldn't get rid of his face.

In other words, the more Li Xiaoniang helps herself, the more difficult it is for herself! It is the so-called most difficult to accept the grace of a beauty, but no matter how much she helps herself, she does not help her to kill people like a charlatan.

Fan Hongdao couldn't help but want to cry without tears, but he sighed that what he had said before was too full! It was equivalent to digging a big pit and jumping in by himself, but he had no clue how to get out.