"There are such interesting people in the world," Yang Muyun glanced at Ning Zuer, "I can't help but go and take a look." ”

......

In the lobby of Guangjuxuan stood a group of Mongolians with braided hair, narrow sleeves and collared robes, and large shoulders and round waists. I saw them roll up their sleeves one by one, pick up the half-person-high wine jar in the hotel, and load it into the carriage parked outside the store.

Among them was a strong Mongolian man in a blue silk satin robe and riding boots, who was unusually tall, a head taller than the others, as if he were the leader of these people, and he stood there and shouted, as if urging the others to hurry up and fill the wine.

He reached out and grabbed a jar of wine, and his thick palm slapped it at the mouth of the altar, and the mud seal fell in response. Then he lifted the jar high, raised his neck, opened his mouth and poured it in......

Watching a large stream of clear wine bubbling into his big mouthed like spring water, without even taking a breath, Yang Muyun couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"I don't think it's like a cow, it's more like a whale." Yang Muyun muttered.

"Don't you think that's more manly?" Ning Zuer glanced at Yang Muyun and said.

"I almost forgot that he admired men more." The goosebumps on Yang Muyun's body fell to the ground.

......

"Good wine" The blue-robed Mongolian strong man drank not a drop in the jar, his face was not red, his belly was only slightly raised, he stretched out his sleeve to wipe the wine stains on the side of his mouth, and threw the empty jar to one of his subordinates, "Load it into the car too." ”

The subordinate answered, picked up the empty jar and hurried out.

"What are they doing with this empty jar?" Yang Muyun asked the bartender strangely.

"Milk or wine!" The bartender sneered and shook his head, "They can't make anything but graze cattle, sheep and horses." Our Daming things are like treasures in their eyes. ”

"It's still delicious in Dadu," the blue-robed Mongolian man sighed, "unlike the mare's milk wine on our grassland, it has a sour taste." ”

Yang Muyun's face changed when he heard this, the Mongols have been driven out of the Central Plains for 80 years, and they still call the capital of the Ming Dynasty the capital of the Yuan Dynasty at every turn, and they simply don't take the Ming Dynasty seriously.

"Dadu's wine is not only delicious," one of his subordinates joked beside him: "Even people are born of water spirits, and they can pinch out the water with their hands," and glanced at Ning Zu'er, who was standing on the side, "This man is more handsome than the women on our grassland." ”

The eyes of the blue-robed Mongolian strong man swept over Ning Zuer, and he laughed obscenely.

Ning Zuer's sword eyebrows were raised, and she was about to attack, but she was stopped by Yang Muyun reaching out.

"Young Master Ning," Yang Muyun smiled at him, "I suddenly remembered a good article and invited you to enjoy it, can you?" ”

"Is it He Jiawen?" Ning Zuer held back the anger in his chest and asked.

"My Emperor Taizu's Fengtian Essay on the Northern Expedition of the Yuan, have you ever heard of it?" Yang Muyun squeezed his eyes at him.

"I heard a little," Ning Zu'er glanced at the group of Mongols, "It's just that I can't remember the content clearly, can Brother Yang tell me about it?" ”

"This article is from the hands of the Song scholars, the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and its writing is gorgeous, and it is rare to see it in a hundred years," Yang Muyun said loudly: "Since ancient times, the emperors have ruled the world, and they have all been in China from the inside to control Yidi, and Yidi has lived outside to serve China, and finally heard that Yidi has lived in China and ruled the world. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Ning Zuer's brows stretched, and the corners of her lips hooked and asked.

"This sentence is said that since ancient times, my Central Plains emperors have commanded the world, and the surrounding Yidi have all regarded my Central Plains emperor as the co-lord of the world, and paid tribute to my Central Plains emperor, and I have never heard of Yidi occupying the Central Plains and ruling the world."

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“...... The courtiers of the Yuan, do not follow the ancestral teachings, abolish the bad program, such as the great virtue of abolishing the long and young, Taiding to the minister to kill the king, Tianli to the younger brother, as for the younger brother to accept the brother's wife, the son to recruit the father and the concubine, up and down to get used to each other, Tian is not strange, it is in the father and son, the husband and wife of the elder and young, the profanity is very chaotic. Speaking of this, Yang Muyun's eyes drifted to the group of Mongolians.

"What does that mean?" Ning Zuer couldn't help but smile and asked.

"The puppet emperor and courtiers of the former Yuan did not follow the instructions of their ancestors, which destroyed the ethical guidelines, such as the former Yuan Dade period, the puppet emperor Temur abolished the eldest son and established the younger son as the crown prince; During the Taiding period, the courtiers killed the puppet emperor and the grandson Temur; During the Tianli period, the younger brother Yi Zhiban poisoned his brother and the world. As for the younger brother snatching the elder brother's wife, the son snatching and seizing it

The father's concubine was learned by the low-status people from the high-status people, and they were all accustomed to it. Those officials of the former Yuan court, they blasphemed the ethical code between father and son, monarch and minister, husband and wife, and the elder and young, and the desecration was even more serious. Yang Muyun rolled his eyelids with a smile, "So these barbarians who have not been educated since ancient times, what are the words of a rooster and a dog barking, why should they spoil their mood." ”

"Well said," said some of the scribes who were drinking in the hotel, high-fived.

"What did you say, Urnahan dog?" The blue-robed Mongolian strong man shouted, like thunder, he clenched his fists, his eyes were like copper bells, and he walked towards Yang Muyun and Ning Zuer. When the other Mongols saw this, they also put down the jar in their hands and followed closely behind the leader.

"What, are you also interested in our Ming Dynasty's Fengtian Northern Expedition?" Yang Muyun was fearless and smiled at them, "Do you want me to explain it to you sentence by sentence?" ”

"You Han people can only play tricks," the blue-robed Mongolian strong man looked at the two of them contemptuously, and sneered: "One of our Mongolian warriors can beat ten of you Han people, and it won't be long before our Great Khan will wave his troops south, recover the capital, and restore the glory of my Great Yuan." ”

"Our Emperor Taizu has a famous saying, called plough court sweep the hole, drive away the Mobei ......" Yang Muyun was not to be outdone,-for-tat, "My Ming Dynasty's million-strong master will wait for the day, and he will go north in the near future, and at that time, you won't even be able to dig the pit by gnawing sand......"

"Poof," one of the diners squirted out the wine he had just drunk.

"Hahaha," some laughed.

......

"You" The muscles on the face of the blue-robed Mongolian strong man trembled, and he raised his fist with a vinegar bowl and waved it at Yang Muyun. He was tall, a head taller than Yang Muyun, and this punch was like Mount Tai pressing down.

When the fist touched Yang Muyun's face, Yang Muyun's whole person disappeared like air.

The blue-robed Mongolian strong man was stunned for a moment, and before he came back to his senses, he felt his shoulders sink......

"Lord Polo," his men shouted, "your shoulders...... He's sitting on your head. ”

Polo's face sank, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hands and grabbed his shoulders violently, and with a "click", two thick palms tightly clasped Yang Muyun's legs.

"Ah" Everyone except Ning Zuer exclaimed in surprise.

Polo lifted Yang Muyun's legs and tore him off his shoulders, grabbed his ankles with all his strength, slammed his feet in the air twice, and then threw him out.

"Okay," his subordinates swallowed their voices as soon as they spit out half of them, and their eyes almost popped out.

It turned out that Yang Muyun's whole person circled in the air and flew back to Polo's shoulder.

Polo just clapped his hands, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink again...... His face tensed, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Muyun's legs, and "clicked" and buckled the other party's legs firmly.

"I'm going to kill you this time." The muscles on Polo's face trembled, and his arms moved up with full strength, but this time Yang Muyun sat on his shoulder without moving.

Polo's face turned red, the green tendons on his hands were bulging, and his two thick arms were thickened, only to see him grit his teeth and shout: "Ah" It seems that he has even used the strength to breastfeed, but Yang Muyun seems to have taken root on his shoulder, and he still hasn't moved a bit.

Polo was extremely angry, raised his fist and swung it upward, before the fist hit anyone, he felt that his arm was bent and numb, and the fist fell to the top of his head as if he did not obey the call, and he knocked heavily on the door of his head with a "bang", he felt dizzy, and his feet were almost unstable and he sat down.

"Quick, rip this kid off for me." Polo said angrily.

His subordinates didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly rushed up, grabbing Yang Muyun with all hands and feet. Who knew that Yang Muyun's whole body was as slippery as if he had been smeared with oil, and he couldn't stop it at all. was so anxious that Polo turned around, and he couldn't stop scolding.

One of his subordinates was in a hurry, and he smashed his fist at Yang Muyun's back, but the fist landed on the back of Polo's head.

"Ouch," Yang Muyun, who was sitting on Polo's head, shouted, "You minions are very rude, how can you beat your Lord Polo?" "The right foot kicked Polo's elbow, and Polo's right arm was like a spring

Rushing forward, Tom's right fist slammed into the chest of one of his men, and the man flew out and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Look at you, you've your Lord Polo!" The tip of his left foot kicked Polo's elbow, and Polo's fan-like left palm was thrown out, and the other man was slapped in the face with a "snap", and the man immediately fainted......

Polo was like a marionette under Yang Muyun's body, and his fist involuntarily struck his subordinates, and the "crackling" person quickly fell to the ground.

One of his subordinates was in a hurry, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slashed at Yang Muyun, "Ahh Another kick hit him in the side of the neck, and the man fell to the ground, unknown to him.

The rest of the people were shocked, and with a "choking" sound, they all pulled out the scimitar on their waists, and slashed towards Yang Muyun in several directions. Yang Muyun's legs were hooked around Polo's waist, his waist was twisted vigorously, Polo raised his right leg and spun around in a circle, and swept towards those people with a whirlwind kick, "Pengpeng", "Bang Dang", "Ouch" Several people were kicked out in unison, and the blade was thrown to the ground, and the sound of pain was endless.

The eyes of the hotel people all widened in astonishment, and they forgot to applaud for a moment.

"Admire and admire," Yang Muyun praised: "Lord Polo's martial arts are so strong that he actually knocked so many of his subordinates to the ground," his eyes swept over the guys and diners in the hotel, "Don't you cheer for Lord Polo?" ”

"Whoa" applause rang out like raindrops, but not for this poor Polo, but for Yang Muyun.

"See, Lord Polo," Yang Muyun teased him: "You didn't brag, sure enough, you knocked down more than a dozen of them alone, if you come to my Central Plains with such skills, I believe that our people in the Ming Dynasty will still cheer for you." ”

The crowd laughed.

Polo was so angry that he almost fainted, "You...... You ......"

At this time, I heard a rush of footsteps, and a team of officers and soldiers broke in and surrounded everyone in the hotel.

The noisy hotel suddenly fell silent, and Yang Muyun also jumped off Polo's shoulder and stood aside.

At this time, the queue of officers and soldiers was divided, and a general wearing a hat-shaped helmet and a suit of armor strode in, standing in the hall, like Yuanyuezhi, and the red tassels on the helmet trembled uncontrollably.

"This official is the deputy commander of the Midtown Terracotta Division," his majestic gaze swept over the lobby of the store, and finally landed on Yang Muyun and Polo, "What's the matter?" ”

"Lord Deputy Commander," Yang Muyun stepped forward and bowed his hand to him slightly, "This official is Yang Muyun, the head of the Arsenal Clearance Division of the Ministry of War," pointing at Ning Zuer on the side, "This is Ning Zuer, Deputy Qianhu of the Jinyi Weibei Division......"

The general's face was a little moved when he heard this, "Why did the people from the military department get together with the Jinyi Guard?" He said to himself.

I only heard Yang Muyun continue: "Lord Ning and I were drinking upstairs, and suddenly we heard the sound of fighting downstairs, so I came down to watch......" glanced at Polo, "This Mongolian envoy didn't know what was crazy, and beat his men crazy," pointing at the Mongolian man who fell to the ground, "No, he knocked them all down." As soon as the words fell, there was an immediate burst of laughter.

"Silence," the general shouted majestically.

"My lord," said one of the diners, clasping his fists, "the villain will testify that it was indeed this messenger who knocked down all his men." ”

"Yes, I can prove ......," another diner said, standing up.

"I can ...... too"

"I ......"

The people in the hotel came forward to testify for Yang Muyun.

The general squinted his eyes and was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard the sound of horse boots behind him, and his face couldn't help but change.

Behind him, a few men dressed in Mongolian costumes walked in.

The first one was about forty years old, wearing a domed stand-up hat with a red knot hanging down his head, two whiskers slightly upturned, and a pair of sharp eyes.