But I heard the footsteps outside and instantly increased, and the sound of fighting was everywhere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, a strong smell of blood seeped through the crack in the door.

Worst!

Xia Yejin secretly said in her heart that it was not good, could this be that one group was diverted and another group came to be more fierce, right?

As soon as the thought flashed, he heard a "bang" The wooden door was instantly broken from the outside, and then several people rushed in like a whirlwind, Xia Yejin picked up the basket and was about to smash it forward, but saw one of them crashing directly into Qian Yi beside him like a hungry tiger pounced.

Qian Yi was already trapped in a rickety basket, where could he withstand such an impact, one was unstable, and the two of them rolled to the ground with the basket.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and a long, thick rag fluttered and covered the two men's bodies.

"Young Master, it's so good that you're okay, it scares me to death!"

"Oh, Liu Er, take your head away! Saliva splashed my face......"

It was dark and dreary, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

In the damp and damp alley, a figure walked with his hands hunched up, and he walked in such a hurry that he didn't even care about the moss on the stone wall from the hem of his robe.

The king was filled with indignation.

But now there was apparently no time for him to sigh and express his feelings.

Inconstancy.

Laughing at poverty and not laughing at prostitutes.

Now the weaving of the entire Jiangnan is controlled by the Qian family, and who knows that their Wang family was also a big weaver in Shaoxing Mansion? If it weren't for the Qian family's secret moves, why wouldn't their raw silk and brocade be sold? It's all high-quality goods, so why not sell them at a higher price?

He couldn't get angry.

Especially when I learned that the money full of straw bags also made a lot of money from the sea.

I wanted to work hard to make a name for myself to suppress the Qian family, who would have thought that this year's Spring Festival would be canceled if it was canceled, and more than ten years of hard work in the cold window turned into nothing under a fluttering holy decree.

How does this make him endure it?!

He didn't know the way of businessmen, and he didn't know how to turn the tide when the Wang Mansion fell.

Just getting ahead?

What's so hard about that?

So he reconnected with Huangya, who had been rejected many times before, and designed to attack Shaoxing Mansion and destroy the Qian family.

Taking Shaoxing Mansion, the central place in the south of the Yangtze River, is a thousand taels of gold, and there is no problem with the brilliant Tengda, and using this as a bait, it was quickly recognized by Huangya.

According to the original plan, Yellow Fang came forward to provoke, and he secretly helped. One of the benefits of this plan is that if it doesn't work out, he can get away with it. Who would have thought that the upright and resolute Wuzhong genius Wang Zhong was already a meticulous work? Even if you say it, it will only be treated as a joke.

It's a pity that the plan that I thought was meticulous once again failed in the hands of the Qian family!

Now although he escaped by luck, he has become a rebellious minister and thief, and he wanted to sing a song and reed as a middleman and reap both profits, but he didn't expect that this plan would cut off his back road - he really only has one way left now, go to Baoding Mansion and throw himself under the command of King Chuang.

If you don't succeed, you will succeed.

Wang Zhong had already walked briskly, stopped in front of a small courtyard deep in the narrow alley, shook the dew from his shirt, and reached out to knock on the door.

The wooden door opened after a while, and he was about to take a step and walk in, when he saw several big men jumping out of the door, each with a fierce look on his face, and his heart was secretly bad for a moment, and he turned around to run, but the back of his neck was buckled.

There was a sudden change, and Wang Zhong's face was pale. When he saw the man who had walked out of the door, his already pale face was suddenly covered with a layer of dust. But Rao is like this, and the work on his lips is still unabated.

"What? I haven't seen you for a few days, and Young Master Qian has reached the point where he can cover the lives of people with one hand? ”

Qian Yi sneered, didn't answer, tilted his head and glanced left and right.

Several men immediately understood, and rushed up to directly tie Wang Zhong, drag him into the small courtyard, and throw him on the wooden bed made of a wide bench.

"What are you going to do?"

The king was frightened and angry.

"What not to do?" Qian Yi grinned with a sneer, "I have always admired Brother Wang's literary talents, but the younger brother suddenly had occasional poetry today, and I want to fight with Brother Wang's poetry, and I hope Brother Wang will not refuse." ”

To the poem?

Wang Zhong was covered in cold sweat when he heard this, he glanced at the wicked men next to him, and then caught a glimpse of the big wooden box in the corner, his lips trembled, but he could not speak.

Qian Yi naturally didn't wait for him to answer, and with a slight wave of his hand, someone moved a large stack of books, one by one, directly on Wang Zhongji's chest, "Little brother is afraid that Brother Wang will not have a good memory, these are for your reference." Qian Yi's face was light and light, and as soon as the words fell, a guard stepped forward, and his fist landed on those books, punch after punch, shocking Wang Zhong's facial features, and his internal organs seemed to be about to be exploded.

"You, Qianyi, you can't die well! ――”

Wang Zhong gritted his teeth in pain and looked at him with round eyes.

"Who doesn't want to die?" Qian Yi motioned for the guards to stop first, squinting his eyes and leaning over to look at him, "When Brother Wang was mocking and insulting others in the proud building, did you ever think that you would not die well?" When he colluded with the rebel army to invade Shaoxing Mansion, trapped the safety of the people in the city, and wanted to exterminate the Qian family, did he ever think that he would not die well? ”

Wang Zhong was already in a cold sweat.

The evil words in his mouth did not stop, "Beast, you dare to be careless......"

Boom!

Another punch fell.

Qian Yi looked back at his tall nursing home, didn't he say to pause first?

The five big and three rough men scratched their heads and grinned, this person was so indebted, he couldn't control his hands. "The young master is fine, the little one used to be a servant before, and if he fights like this, his skin hurts, and he can't hurt his bones."

“……”

The courtyard door was closed, and there was another crackling sound. Through the sound, it seems that someone is reciting poetry aloud?

After a while, a young man in brocade clothes walked out of it, followed by several nursing homes with wooden boxes, all of them were books at a glance, and when they walked to the alley, passers-by finally couldn't help but sigh.

When Qian Yi came in, Xia Yejin was squatting on the ground and being surrounded by a large group of little dolls in the alley to tell stories, and when he looked up and saw someone with a sweaty face and dirt ash on the corners of his clothes, he couldn't help but be surprised, and couldn't help laughing, "Young Master Qian, you just came back from planting rice in the field?" ”

The other party glanced at her, and said that the injury on your body is not healed, why don't you stay in the house and run out to do these little dolls?

Xia Yejin was speechless, "I've been here for a few days, and if I stay any longer, I'm going to get moldy." ”

"It's also better to get moldy than a wound to recur."

"......" (To be continued.) )