In the west of the city, Nanzheng market, tile shop.

"Third son, this is the third day that we have come out, and Xiahou Yu and the others still haven't made a move, aren't they aware of it, so they withdrew?"

Leading Meng Qiu and seven or eight guards from the Taishou Mansion through the crowded market, Zhang Yong did not see the slightest seriousness or heaviness on his face, and some were just curious and joyful about all the miscellaneous things and all kinds of entertainment in front of him.

Because Zhang's family education is very strict, there are similar fragments in Zhang Yong's previous memories, so everything in front of him is completely new to Zhang Yong.

However, unlike Zhang Yong, Meng Qiu and the guards around him were not so relaxed, looking at the crowd of people one by one, unspeakably nervous.

"Xiahou Yu, as the leader of the Dark Pavilion, made such an easy move, so much so that I underestimated him.

Okay, that's all for today, that's it! ”

Looking at the leader of the guards beside him with a solemn face, Zhang Yong chuckled lightly and led everyone towards the direction of Taishou Mansion.

It's just that at the moment of turning around, a pair of sword eyes stayed on an inconspicuous old man who was selling pastries on the left for a moment.

"Whew!

Escort Childe home! ”

Seeing Zhang Yong turn around, the surrounding guards were obviously relieved.

Although this time it is to catch Xiahou Yu and others to take the bait, but in case... In case something really happens to Zhang Yong, it is definitely something that a few of them can't afford to bear.

"Find someone to spread out the matter of me following my uncle to Brazil County, be secretive and natural, don't make Xiahou Yu and others suspicious..."

"No"

Seeing Zhang Yong walking into the gate of the Taishou Mansion, several guards subconsciously wiped the sweat stains on their foreheads.

The level of tension in their hearts in the past few days is definitely the first time since they entered the Taishou Mansion.

"Brother Meng, I'm afraid it's going to rain tomorrow..."

Looking at the thickening clouds above his head, Zhang Yong's calm expression was a little more inexplicable.

If he survives tomorrow's death, then tomorrow will be a more exciting life for him Zhang Yong.

……

"Commander Xiahou, I just got the information from the dark line, in two days Zhang Yong will follow Zhang Wei to Brazil County to crusade against Pang Xi, if we don't do it again, once Zhang Yong enters Zhang Wei's camp, we will never have a chance again!"

Seven miles south of Nanzheng City, in a village in the direction of Nanshan.

I saw the candles swaying in the courtyard of one side, and more than a dozen leaders of the dark pavilion were discussing Zhang Yong's affairs in a low voice around Xiahou Yu.

"Heading to Brazil County? Are the sources reliable?

Will Zhang Lu be willing to let his precious sons join the army? ”

Hearing the report, a dark pavilion leader who was familiar with the situation in Hanzhong suddenly stepped forward and asked.

The seventh son of the Zhang family, as far as he knows, has been reciting Confucianism or Taoism since he was a child, and now there is really an outlier who learns martial arts and joins the army?

"The news came from the Nanzheng Yang clan, and there can never be a mistake!"

"If it's really news from the Yang family, it seems that this matter is true!"

Hearing the name of Nan Zheng Yang's clan, the leader who asked the question suddenly lost his voice.

Nan Zheng Yang's family, the dark pavilion has its own eyeliner in Hanzhong, and Nan Zheng Yang's is one of them. Although this relationship is limited to the extent of taking money to do things, Yang's credibility in transmitting information is quite reliable.

"Commander, make a decision! Mrs. Bian's birthday is imminent, and she won't make a move... I'm afraid there won't be a chance!

When the time comes... On the eldest son's side, I'm afraid it's hard for us to explain! ”

"Have you ever detected the movements of Zhang Wei, Yang Ren, Yang Bai and others?"

After three days of observation, Xia Houyu has let go of the doubts in his heart, but for some reason, he always feels that there is a shadow swirling in his heart, which makes people feel uneasy.

Zhang Wei has gone to the army camp to rectify the soldiers and horses, and several Lian Gang generals such as Yang Ren and Yang Bai have not returned to Nanzheng.

Commander, don't miss the opportunity, lose it again! ”

The leader of the dark pavilion, who had already found out the location of Zhang Wei and the others, said excitedly.

Zhang Wei and Yang are not in Nanzheng, and with only one of Meng Qiu's refining powerhouses, how can they stop the attack and killing of the four of them and a group of Qi cultivators, great merit, the favor of the eldest prince Cao Pi... It's at your fingertips!

"Go ahead and do it! Let my brothers rest their spirits, and after killing Meng Qiu and Zhang Yong tomorrow, I will definitely ask the eldest prince for credit! ”

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Xiahou Yu solemnly hugged the people around him.

Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu have no way out, so how can they have a way out......

The next day, early in the morning.

The dark clouds in the sky of Nanzheng became a little thicker, and from time to time there was a rolling thunder sound from the depths of the clouds.

There are far fewer pedestrians in the markets and streets than the day before.

"Childe, slow down!"

Ahead, Zhang Yong carried a long sword at his waist, carried an oil umbrella and walked in front with Meng Qiu, followed by seven or eight guards of the Taishou Mansion who stepped on broken steps.

"Brother Meng, the food has been a little greasy these days, it's better to buy some pastries and go back!"

Looking at the figures coming and going, Zhang Yong stopped next to a pastry in the market.

"Since Childe wants to eat it, let's buy some by the way!

Childe later, Meng Qiu will go! ”

Looking at the stalls selling pastries, Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration.

"It's better for you and me to go together, after all, it's not to my taste, and I'm left to judge for myself..."

With a chuckle, Zhang Yong handed the oil umbrella to Meng Qiu, turned around and walked towards the pastry stall.

"The goal has appeared, and it can be executed as planned!"

At the corner of the market, several woodcutters dressed in sackcloth whispered when they saw Zhang Yong, Meng Qiu and others appear.

After a while, I saw a burly man come to the pastry stall and beat the old man selling pastries, and in an instant the pastry stall was a mess.

In this world, there will always be people who watch the excitement, only to count the time, the pastry stall is densely surrounded by a group of pedestrians watching the excitement, pointing at the big man and the old man pointing and discussing.

"Third son, beware!"

Seeing that there were more and more people around, a group of guards who didn't know the details naturally protected Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu firmly, and a face that no one could enter was revealed in front of the horizontal knife.

"It's fine, it's just an ordinary quarrel, no need to make a fuss!"

Pushing away the guards in front of him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yong's mouth, but he did not step forward to dissuade him, but watched the play with interest.

These days, in order to catch Xiahou Yu and others to take the bait, Zhang Yongke has spent a lot of time.

Since the other party likes acting, let them act for a while.

Seeing Zhang Yong and the others gathered around him indifferently, the big man and the old man who were fighting couldn't help but be stunned, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.

As a child of the Zhang family in Hanzhong, a handsome son who has read the book of sages since he was a child, shouldn't he respect the old and love the young, and have a chivalrous heart?

Seeing this situation like this, I also rushed up with righteous indignation to dissuade it, didn't it?

It's good that you're watching a monkey show with great interest on the sidelines, how lonely are you? Have you not seen a brawl in the market for more than ten years?

But since the plan has been implemented, it can't be stopped, although it hurts a little, you still have to endure it at the critical moment, at least at this moment, it attracts Zhang Yong and the others, isn't it...

"Eh, it hurts me! Who will save the old man! ”

"Okay, you old thief, you're still complaining here, my child ate your pastries yesterday, and he still has diarrhea, why are you here to complain?

See if I don't kill you! ”

After that, the big man played by the members of the Dark Pavilion naturally punched and kicked the old man who also belonged to the Dark Pavilion.

"Boom"

Bursts of thunder, mixed with real wails, echoed above the market, and seemed to make Nanzheng City under the dark clouds... It's a little lively.

"That's it! Stop it! ”

As the slightest drizzle fell from the sky, Zhang Yong felt that the heat was almost over, and immediately stood up and scolded.

I saw that the two guards beside him rushed to Zhang Yong's body, and the horizontal knife controlled the big man and the old man.

"Your Excellency is murdering in the street, bullying the weak, bullying an old man who is powerless, it's too much!

Today's behavior, where is the law in my Hanzhong? ”

Between the words, Zhang Yong seemed to have a touch of majesty, which was the momentum that only the powerful and noble people could cultivate since childhood.

"It's the third son, the third son is here!"

Although Zhang Yong rarely appeared, someone had seen it after all, and after a closer look, someone suddenly recognized Zhang Yong's identity and exclaimed.

"The third son?"

"There is also the third son in this Hanzhong and this Nanzheng City, of course, it is the son of Lord Taishou, Zhang Yonggongzi."

……

"I've seen the third son..."

Although they were curious about why this prince of the Taishou Mansion appeared in this market, the people around him still resisted the curiosity in their hearts, took a few steps back and saluted Zhang Yong.

"You villagers don't have to be like this!"

Looking at the crowd of people around him waiting to bow and salute, Zhang Yong couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, this kind of scene was really the first time in decades in his previous life and this life.

Zhang Yong stepped forward to help the two older men, and the others stood up again.

"Folks, let's all disperse!

Today's matter, since Zhang Yong has encountered it, he will naturally not be familiar with it, and he will explain this matter! ”

Or worried about what unexpected changes will happen next, Zhang Yong dispersed the surrounding melon-eating crowd after some greetings.

"Since the third prince is here, he will naturally break up Qingming, and we will all disperse!"

Some people leave, some people leave, and naturally there are those who are more curious, although they have left... But he still stood and watched from afar.

"Please also ask the third prince to be the master of Lao'er! This is the livelihood of the old family, and it was all ruined by this fool...

Please ask the third son to be the master of Lao'er! ”

As Zhang Yong came to the front, the acting skills of the people in the dark pavilion soared, and the old man had a handful of snot and tears, mixed with blood stains between the corners of his mouth, so miserable!

If it weren't for the clear details, Zhang Yong would have already given birth to compassion.

"Please also ask the third son to atone for his sins, the little one is also angry, because the children in the family have diarrhea and lose their proportions, and please atone for the sins of the third son, and the third son forgives the sins, don't throw me into the cell..."