Feng Ling cultivated in the mansion for only a few days, and then received the news that His Majesty had asked the princes to return to Beijing during the Dragon Boat Festival. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although His Majesty the Emperor did not force all princes to return to Beijing, and Feng Ling could stay in Yongning for a while more on the grounds of his injury, he still ordered his subordinates to prepare a carriage for him.

In the past, some of the calligraphy and paintings placed in the palace were not brought because there were too many things, and they often forgot about it when they traveled abroad to study over the years, and this happened to be an opportunity.

Although the subordinates talked badly, they persuaded: "Daoist Ye said that His Royal Highness the Sixth Highness's injuries have to be recuperated for a while. But Feng Ling was still very stubborn, he was afraid that sending a few people back to Beijing to get them for him would not only not be able to bring back the calligraphy and paintings he wanted, but also destroy some precious items.

So, Feng Ling, who had been cultivating for less than five days, took a carriage and embarked on the road back to Beijing.

It was a scorching day, and although it was the end of April, the sun was extremely hot. Anyway, there are still a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, Yunyang is not far from Yongning, Feng Ling is not in a hurry, seeing that the coachman is tired, he lifted the sedan curtain and said: "Take a break here, I see a tea shed not far away, you go there with them to drink tea and moisten your throat before leaving." With that, Feng Ling looked at the two little guys standing under the scorching sun.

He is used to wandering outside, and he always only takes a coachman and two servants with him when he goes out, and this return to Beijing is no exception.

The coachman took a few pieces of broken silver handed over by Feng Ling, and nodded busily and thanked, "Thank you, Your Highness Six." ”

Before the figures of the three of them walked away and the sedan curtain opened by Feng Ling was lowered, they heard a sound of rustling in the grass, and three or four big men suddenly burst out in the middle of the originally remote road, all holding bright big knives in their hands, and they were looking at Feng Ling in the sedan chair in front of them viciously.

Feng Ling's raised arm was silent for a moment.

The coachman and the two little guys turned back from the middle of the road again, protecting Feng Ling's body, not knowing what these big men wanted to do.

The big man at the head shook the knife in his hand, the blade emitted a dazzling glare in the sun, and as soon as he spoke, he was angry: "If you want to cross this road and leave the money to buy the road, you must abide by the rules here when you come here!"

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, untied the money bag around his waist and handed it to the little guy, who trembled and handed it to the leading man.

The big man who thought that there would be a lot of money in the money bag was angry when he opened the money bag, and shook the big knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Feng Ling, "I see that your kid is so brightly dressed, but there are only a few pieces of broken silver in the money bag, you are a beggar when we are our brothers!"

Although he said this, the big man threw away the money bag and took all the broken silver in it into his arms.

Feng Ling didn't have the habit of carrying a lot of silver taels, and he wouldn't spend much money on the road, a few pieces of broken silver were enough for him to eat a meal.

Looking at the rude appearance of the group of people opposite, Feng Ling was not annoyed, and said patiently: "I was in a hurry to go out, and I really didn't bring any silver taels ......."

"Get up!" The big man grabbed the little guy's collar and drove them away, seeing that the knife was about to be put on Feng Ling's neck, but he only pushed Feng Ling to the side, and he didn't know what he was rummaging in the sedan chair.

"Phew, you literati are so sour, you don't bring silver taels when you go out, but you bring a lot of calligraphy and paintings. The big man pulled the painting in his hand, and an ink painting with a great artistic conception was destroyed by him in an instant.

Thinking that there was also a painting with Yun Cining inscription there, Feng Ling hurriedly said: "The heroes are merciful, these paintings are clumsy works, and they can't be sold for much money, but for the next ones, they are treasures of a thousand gold, and I ask the heroes to return them to the next ......."

"Then you take two silver taels in exchange, a thousand taels each, if you can't take out I'll tear one, you see, which one should I tear first?" Dahan unfolded a few paintings in his hand, and when he saw Yun Chenning's handwriting, his two thick eyebrows shook obviously, "Grandma's, your literati's aesthetics are really peculiar enough, you can still collect this fucking dog crawling words like a baby, Lao Tzu doesn't even bother to tear it." With that, the picture scroll in his hand was ruthlessly thrown to the ground by him.

Feng Ling, who had just raised his heart to his throat, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's still good to be ugly.

Sensing that Feng Ling, who was still very nervous, instantly became indifferent, the big man thought that he had broken the jar, so he simply threw away the other scrolls in his hand, and didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he shouted with a knife: "Brothers, give it to me!"

The knife in the hand of the big man in front of him slashed straight towards Feng Ling, the injury on Feng Ling's body had not fully recovered, seeing that the sharp knife was about to cut himself, a silver light flashed in time, "dang", and when he opened his eyes again, the big knife held by the big man in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was another silver light, and the hidden weapon hit a person in the chest, and the little minion who was still standing and laughing at Feng Ling fell to the ground with a "bang".

"The morality of the rivers and lakes, robbing wealth and not killing, you have been here for so long, don't you understand?" A clear voice came, and behind the grass, the young Taoist priest wearing a hat slowly walked out, glancing at the hidden weapon between his fingers.

The remaining big men looked at the hidden weapon inserted in the body of the fallen companion in surprise, it turned out to be a thin and small knife, I couldn't tell what material it was made of, but it was extremely sharp, and I saw blood sealing the throat.

"Boss...... This...... What kind of knife is this?" asked a big man, swallowing his saliva and pointing to the knife stuck in his companion's body.

". The leader gave him a punch, "The enemy is fucking in front of you, you are still in the mood to care about what kind of knife it is!"

Ye someone, who was pretending to be like the wind, saw that he was being ignored gorgeously, and raised his voice and said: "Ye's stainless steel scalpel, this is the only one, there is no copy." ”

"Who the fuck are you!" a knife solved one of his own, and stabbed in the heart so accurately, the big man waved the knife and asked unceremoniously.

Ye Ye shook his robe, hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Under the ...... People love flowers, see flowers, drive cars, burst tires, punish evil, promote goodness, high eight buckets, handsome and chic, Yushu is in the wind, graceful, and extraordinary, and people in the rivers and lakes are called wonderful doctors, Ye Ye is also. ”

"Master...... Father. The Han collectively looked at the sky, they had never heard such an opening remark, and after he said it, they only remembered the word "Ye Ye".

The opening scene is like an old lady's footcloth, smelly and long, where did the pheasant come from, he likes to add drama to himself so much.

"Hmm. Ye Ye was very satisfied with the reaction of the big men, "Good grandson, greet your uncle with sincere respect for me." Before the words fell, the scalpel in his hand came out again, like a falling leaf in autumn, like a rolling wave, a small scalpel, flying in the air.

Ye Ye picked up a sword flower, completely using the scalpel as a sword envoy, in fact, there was no need to deal with these big men who only had some brute strength.

But Feng Ling glanced at Ye Ye, who was happily fighting, and decided to shut up.