The wind spirit turned sideways, slid into the center of the dispute like a loach, and the sturdy Zhao Lang picked up a bench that was still intact and was about to smash it out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Feng Ling hit him lightly on his raised arm, Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, and then taught Feng Ling to take advantage of the situation to remove the bench.

Zhao Lang saw that someone was stirring up the situation, but it was a woman in a bearded suit who was still sitting by the door and eating soup cakes irlevantly. When I entered the door, I didn't see her appearance clearly, but when I got close, the anger I was full of at first sight instantly suppressed most of it, and my slippery gaze turned on her face, and she laughed: "The little lady is ...... born."

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp "snap" on his face, and a hot slap fell. His eyes widened in anger as he glared at the Wind Spirit, and an arm that was ready to fight back was raised.

Feng Ling turned around and avoided him, went around behind him, raised his elbow and stabbed him several times on both sides of his spine, that Zhao Lang was defenseless, his upper body was sore, and he was powerless to fight back.

In front of everyone's eyes, how could he be willing to suffer such humiliation, and when he turned around and saw Feng Ling smiling at him coquettishly, his heart became more and more angry. I already knew in my heart that the little lady who was weak was by no means a bully, and I was afraid that she had been trained, so she mentioned caution and concentrated on it.

Feng Ling didn't care, as if playfully, shuttling between the entourages who were fighting and pinching each other, and dissolved them one by one lightly, and those attendants were all beaten by her a few times.

The thin Sun Lang was more interesting than the reckless and good-looking Zhao Lang, and saw that Zhao Lang suffered a loss in the hands of a delicate little lady, so he quietly stepped aside, looked at the table of Fu Yanyan, and secretly thought: That Hu man looks like a military attaché, I can't say that this good little lady is an official, this is close to Chang'an, there is no shortage of powerful dignitaries who are private and hidden, such as Zhao Lang, who is usually recognized and does not deal with it, but it is easy to do, provoke it, it doesn't hurt to fight, what I am afraid of is those who have a face......

It's a pity that Zhao Lang is used to showing off his martial arts on weekdays, and he can't bear the slightest loss, and he folds it in the woman's hands, and he only feels hot on his face, even more than the slap he was thrown just now, and he is chasing the wind spirit more and more to fight.

Feng Ling didn't want to make more trouble, and wanted to break up those who were fighting, but Zhao Lang was tightly entangled, and there was no move at all, so he grabbed and kicked her around, and every time he hit her front chest and back buttocks, Feng Ling avoided it again and again, and his heart became irritable.

Fu Tanyan and Han Shilang, who were sitting at the table, couldn't stand it anymore, Han Shilang stood up and was about to help, but when he saw that Feng Ling had found a gap, he turned his head and asked Tan Yan, "Can this person beat?" ”

Fu Yanyan frowned and nodded without hesitation.

Almost instantly, the wind spirit no longer avoided it, and ran straight towards his wrist that grabbed her chest, wiping and dragging, only to hear the sound of "Kala", the miserable howl sounded at the same time, and several cries of pain one after another, and saw Zhao Lang kneeling on the ground, holding one of his arms and screaming, and the listeners felt pain. Those who followed him did not dare to come forward.

Feng Ling stood aside, slapped his palms a few times firmly, pointed at the sturdy Zhao Lang on the ground and scolded: "The claws are so slippery and cheap, they deserve to be broken." It's also that you are quite lucky, today is the New Year's Day, Auntie, I am kind, and spare you this time, there will be no next time. ”

Zhao Lang was in pain, he didn't dare to reply, he only hung his head and grinded his teeth secretly, and he didn't have the courage to do it again.

"Yicheng." The wind spirit called Yi Cheng and pointed to Zhao Lang underground: "Is there really no warehouse to stack his Yuejin anymore?" ”

Yi Cheng hesitated for a few breaths, and carefully looked at Feng Ling's face: "The warehouse is already full of silver charcoal, even if half of the land is given to him, he doesn't dare to put something as rare as Yue Jin into it." When moving and hoarding, it is inevitable that the charcoal will be dirty, or the charcoal gas will be ruined. ”

As soon as he heard this, Sun Lang hurriedly stepped forward to talk, and nodded again and again saying yes, it was always good to move out in the rain without teaching him Tan Jing.

"If this happened in the past, how should I deal with it?" The Wind Spirit asked.

Yi Cheng's voice lowered a few points again: "Yes, stacked in the guest room." It's just a coincidence today, the post house is full, there are a few rooms, Du Wei and the two officials occupy four, Zhao Lang and Sun Lang occupy a few more, and there is really no room to vacate to place Yuejin. ”

"But it's not that hard." Feng Ling pursed his lips and glared at Zhao Lang, who was still crying out in pain: "He has a broken wrist and needs to be taken care of, it is inconvenient for him to live alone tonight, he must share a room with his entourage, and the one he vacated can be used to stack Yuejin." ”

Yi Cheng thought about it for a while, felt that it was reasonable, and leaned over to ask Zhao Lang: "What does Zhao Alang think?" ”

Zhao Lang had a bitter face, and shook his head helplessly: "Do as you do...... A car of brocade is still drenched in the rain, and people are not going to move it soon? ”

Feng Ling sneered half-sarcastically, and sneered: "You are picky when you eat tea, just when you are a habitual good use, it is just a full pretend." Thanks to you transporting Yue Jin for Liufu, let me ask you, have you ever looked at it carefully and touched it with your own hands? Don't you know that the more brocade is solid, this idea of light rain is drenched for most of the day, and there is no reason for decolorization to spoil the quality. ”

When Sun Lang heard this, he looked up at Feng Ling, and couldn't help but rejoice in his heart: Yue Jin, which is more expensive than gold, is rare for ordinary people to see, and this little lady actually knows everything about it, so it can be seen that it is really not the family of ordinary officials, and it is a loss that Fang has not offended.

He had the heart to strike up a few words, but the people at the table didn't give him a chance. When the dispute was over, the three men rose from their tables and walked straight through the hall.

Fu Yan walked to Feng Ling's side, and suddenly remembered that she had only eaten half a bowl of soup cakes just now, so she stepped forward to persuade Yicheng to fight, but she was afraid that she was still hungry, so she asked, "Have you eaten enough?" What else do you want to eat? ”

Feng Ling glanced at the messy hall, the submissive postman, and the handyman who was cowering in the corner, thinking that even if she still asked for something to eat, in this situation, I am afraid that they would not have time to do it, and the hunger on the left and right sides was satisfied, so they would give up.

"I'm full, I don't have to look for trouble, but I'm tired and want to rest early." She half-tilted her face to Fu Yanyan, curled the corners of her lips and eyebrows, her smile was as bright as a summer flower, and she was half shy. Everyone in the hall unconsciously glanced at her, she was a beautiful little lady at the moment, but the fierceness and agility of a moment ago were still flashing in front of her.

The wind spirit eye swept towards those who looked at it, and everyone's eyes shrank and hurriedly looked aside.

"Since they live in the post house, they will keep to themselves, and they will rest and stop making trouble." The sound of the delay was not loud, but it was not angry and self-threatening, and it was more than enough to deter these house slaves and their entourage.

No one was noisy for a while, and Feng Ling also lowered his eyebrows and followed behind Fu Yanyan, walked to the backyard, and went back to his room to rest. (To be continued.) )