"Nu Ai, you go first, I'll deal with him!" Shaokang shouted loudly.

"Brother Shaokang, be careful!" Nu Ai helped the woman into the carriage and drove away by herself...

The man who fell to the ground looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen years old, burly, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but his eyes were wide with anger. He got up and jumped in front of Shaokang, and hit him in the face. Shaokang greeted him with a punch. So, punches and kicks, rushes and bumps, and the fight will rise. Taking advantage of a gap, Shaokang kicked the man to the ground with a sweeping leg.

The man was even more angry, quickly got up from the ground, instantly pulled out the sword from his waist, and looked at Shaokang to slash his head. Shaokang hurriedly retreated, and in a flash, he slashed into the air. Shaokang saw him fierce and thought: It seems that he has met a real opponent. Shaokang then pulled out his sword from his waist.

The two swords hit each other, the edge was shining, one retreated and one advanced, coming and going, covering the front and back, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superior. It's true: the two families are brave, I don't know which one is strong and which is soft?

The two of them were in a state of might, sometimes hitting each other on the ground, sometimes leaping into the air. The swordsmanship is full of murderous spirits. The sword light is like a raindrop meteor, and there is no difference between victory and defeat.

Shaokang has a "three-element condensation": the essence of the yuan is like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing and drunk; The vitality is like a dandelion blown down, like a flying; The original god is like a small white flower rewarded by an angel, fluttering and leisurely. They gathered together in his dantian, dancing lightly in his sea of qi.

Shaokang silently recited: the pen is upright, and the mountain stream is deep; Stone phosphorus, wave quiet. The dragon on the left, zigzag into the advance; The tiger on the right, ups and downs. Reflect the sun, show your majesty.

When he landed, Shaokang's strength increased greatly, and he soared into the air and lowered his sword from the air. The sword light sounded, as if a dazzling and amazing flash of light in the sky broke through the darkness, cutting a silver snake-like crack in the sky.

The man rushed forward with his sword, but he could not resist the momentum of the wind and thunder. "Thunderbolt Thunder"! The man's sword was split in two, and the man fell to the ground.

Shao Kang stepped on his chest and stretched out his sword against his neck. With a slight flick of the sword, the man's blood seeped out of his neck, and after a while, blood also flowed from the corner of his mouth......

"Boss, wait!" As soon as Shao Kang looked up, he saw the "three brothers of the still family" coming on horseback, panting and shouting in unison. Shaokang was furious at this time, so he said:

"Such a wicked person, you have to be more ruthless!"

"Boss, let him go, let us talk to you in detail." Still Song said.

Seeing that still Yizheng and still Yuan also nodded to him, Shaokang put away his feet and sword. The man got up from the ground, gritted his teeth at Shaokang and said, "You—wait!" ”

When the man had finished speaking, he turned on his horse and galloped away. Looking at his back, Shaokang fell into deep thought: Who is this person? Why is it so vigorous?

The "three brothers of the still family" dismounted, walked in front of Shaokang, and only heard still Song say:

"He is the son of the prime minister, called Still Langtian, because of his strong martial arts and wolf nature, he is known as 'Little Wild Wolf'!"

"The son of the prime minister, this is all he does? Robbing people's daughters, he still has no king's law? Shaokang was extremely disgusted.

"Boss!" Still righteous and righteous,

"Do you know that this folk girl has an only daughter who is still a member of the country, called "Xiangzhi". This woman is handsome and is known as 'a flower in the country'. There are many noble sons vying for marriage, and there is an endless stream. Still Quan came up with a way to let the fragrant herb throw the hydrangea to recruit her son-in-law. The second son of Da Sima is still elegant and elegant, and is favored by Xiangzhi. The girl threw the hydrangea at him. Seeing that the hydrangea was in hand, I didn't want the 'little wolf' to be extraordinary, so I snatched the hydrangea into my hand when I took off, and then went to Xiulou to force my relatives, and chose to marry the fragrant herb home.

Still Yuan continued: "After entering the house, Miss Xiangzhi learned that the 'little wolf' already had a wife and a concubine. Xiangzhi didn't want to be a concubine, in fact, she just wanted to be with Ying Yingjie in her heart. She said that she would not have a round house with the 'little wolf', and was beaten by the 'little wolf'. Where did Miss Xiangzhi suffer such anger? He sent a maid to contact Ying Jie. Still Yingjie is a lover, so he naturally agreed. In the middle of the night last night, Miss Xiangzhi sneaked out of the back door. Still Yingjie drove to answer and took the herb back to his parents' house. Miss Xiangzhi wanted to take some clothes from home, say goodbye to her parents, and prepare to go away with Ying Jie. Unexpectedly, early in the morning, the 'little wolf' sent an errand officer to capture the girl with Xiangzhi. Isn't it? You've been caught up by the boss! ”

"What about Ying Jie?" Shaokang asked.

"Now, I have led Miss Xiangzhi away from home, followed by more than sixty guards." Nu Ai also drove over in a car, wanting to see what was going on, and told Shaokang the truth.

"Being able to make a lover eventually become a family member is also a merit for me." Shaokang said with relief.

"Actually, this is a contest between Prime Minister Still Xi and Da Sima Still Hong, I don't want to be mixed up by you, you are offending the Prime Minister!" Still loose reminders.

"He has no way to teach his son, so what's the matter if he offends?" Shaokang believes in the power of justice.

"Officialdom is not comparable to the battlefield, it's cloudy! Brother Shaokang, are you going to the Prime Minister's Mansion to do some work? Nu Ai was also worried.

"If that's the case, wouldn't there be no distinction between black and white? If the prime minister knows the general situation, he should know it in his heart. Shaokang said calmly, "Let's go to the pastoral office to handle affairs!" ”

Shaokang and his entourage hurriedly rushed to the pastoral office......

That night, Shaokang had a dream......

Looking in dreams, it is always the wishful thinking of dreamers. The hope that was once condensed in the bottom of my heart continued to rub against the moonlight, gradually ignited, swaying in the wind.

Under the faint and quiet moonlight, my father came in the clouds—black and vertical hair, slanted and straight sword eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, and a slender and tall but not rough figure, like an eagle in the night.

Shaokang seemed to smell his father's breath. In his heart, his father never left.

"The years are traceless, floating like a dream, and the past is just a void. The road of life comes in a hurry, and it is barren when it goes. I only sigh that heaven is ruthless and humanity is impermanent! There was a hint of sadness in my father's words.

"The flowers bloom and fall, and I think hard a few times - I only wish that the dark places will be filled with the hope of light; May the faces of the summer people be beautiful and laugh. The king is in the world, the beautiful bones are fragrant, and I wish to comfort my father and the soul of the king! Shaokang said affectionately.

"Life is like a journey, crying and singing. At the end of the song, when the people are scattered, it is just that the painful self-hurt, and the injured self-hurt. The road ahead is boundless, we must see the darkness of people's hearts and keep ourselves in order to take on the great responsibility! "Is Father worried?

"A dream, a prosperity, sitting on the world, the country is picturesque. I'll take care, Father, don't worry! Shaokang comforted his father. When he wanted to hear what his father had to say, he was gone.

"Father......" Shaokang was woken up by himself. He thought: Father's dream, is there something going to happen? Then, in a trance, Shaokang fell asleep again......

Thinking of this, the sharp pain in his left arm hit Shaokang again, causing him to lie restless on the bed. He allowed himself to lie flat for a while, and the pain was unbearable; He turned himself to the left again, but the pain was not relieved; He turned himself to the right again, and the pain seemed to stick to him, and he couldn't let him go.

In the constant flipping, Shaokang's thinking is also constantly running: Could it be that his father dreamed of him that night, was he reminding him to guard against still Langtian? You must know that Langtian is the son of the prime minister, and he is full of wolf nature, and he will not stop there if he receives a sword from him that day. So, could the whistleblower be still Langtian?

But how could Lang Tian know that he was the prince of the Xia Dynasty? There is only one reason, Prime Minister Yexi must know his life experience. I heard E-Niang say that my grandfather decided to let them live in seclusion in Phoenix Mountain after discussing with the ministers. Among the ministers who are discussed, there must be a prime minister who is still Xi.

What's more, Shaokang believes in his own life! Except for the day when he offended Langtian in order to save "Xiangzhi", he never offended anyone. He also mentioned the matter to his maternal grandfather, the king of the king, when he was summoned, and his grandfather said that he would definitely bring the father and son to justice after the war. I wonder what the situation is now?

So, as the prime minister of a country, for the sake of his son's little grievances, aren't you afraid to lead the war to the country? But the human heart is evil! Hatred will make them mentally miserable, so they will not look up to the sky and smile, so that the hatred will be relieved, so that they will return themselves a blue sky; On the contrary, the hatred in their hearts will make them lose their minds, and they will not even consider the interests of the country and the people.

And Shaokang is different from the father and son of Yixi! Although he has a bitter hatred for Han Xun, he has a special affection for his grandfather's country, Youzhongguo, and he feels that Youzhiguo is a world worth drinking. This place nurtured him and witnessed his growth. He has a grateful heart for it! He wants to make a difference and give something back.

Therefore, when Nu Ai fought against the still Langtian family Ding that day, he said to her, "Don't hurt their lives", but because they are all still from the country! Just do justice, teach them a lesson! Moreover, his sword to the heavens is just a warning to the wicked. However, the moment you relent, you have already planted the seeds of danger for yourself......

Shaokang tossed and turned on the bed, constantly conjecturing, so that the pain increased and penetrated into the bone marrow. In fact, Shaokang's guess was correct, and on that day, he still covered his wounds and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a rage......

The powder wall outside the Prime Minister's Mansion is surrounded by smoke, the green willows in the courtyard are smoky, the green pines are green, the pond water is clear, and the jade is moist. The "Langtian Pavilion" in the house is the place where the prime minister's son still lives in Langtian. Here the hanging flower gatehouse, the pearl curtain roll; The verandah winding path, the road is linked; Dotted with cypresses, the mirror lake is flooded.

At this moment, in the room of Still Langtian, the prime minister, his wife and his wife and concubine were sitting in front of the bed of Still Langtian, so anxious that they didn't know what to do. The doctor finished bandaging for the still Langtian, prescribed medicine, and said to the prime minister:

"Prime Minister, don't get in the way! It's just an out-of-skin injury, and it will be fine in a few days! I'll come back tomorrow to see. ”

The prime minister nodded. The physician retired.