Zhiying stood up and said a word of justice for the poor man who had sold himself to bury his father, and immediately attracted all the artillery fire.

Those young sons and brothers look at it like they are panicking because they have a lot of money in the family, they don't study or practice martial arts, they come out to bully men and women when they have nothing to do, and they make trouble and disturb the people.

"Yo, the beauty is so chivalrous!"

"It's spicy enough, I like it!"

When several people saw that they had a new object of teasing, they immediately abandoned the original ones, and all of them surrounded Zhiying, all of them with oily faces and hippie smiles, and one of them even dared to stretch out his hand to hook Zhiying's chin, and was slapped away by Zhiying.

Instead of getting angry, the beaten man smiled even more happily, rubbed the back of his hand and continued to move forward: "Beauty, are you deliberately trying to attract the attention of our brothers?" Brother, I like your enthusiasm and initiative the most, come and incense one? As he spoke, he put his arms together, and he had to take Zhiying into his arms.

"Stop!" The man who knelt on the ground in a filial piety suit stood up suddenly, and he was the same size as those gentlemen, vaguely taller, the face exposed under the white linen turban was clearly contoured, the cheeks were thin, the jaw was full of stubble, and the eyes were full of momentum.

Hey, why is it a man? Zhiying's eyes widened unexpectedly.

The man coldly glanced at the seven or eight gentlemen present, and his voice was low: "Whoever dares to touch her, don't blame me for being polite." ”

His clothes and pants were torn and patched, but his face and hands were clean, and he had a terrifying momentum when he spoke.

“…… A stinky Hanako still wants to be a hero in front of the master to save the beauty? I don't weigh how many catties I have. A green-clad gentleman was the first to react, shouting that he was about to come forward and beat him.

Who knew that the young man with filial piety gave up half a step with his left foot, staggered to avoid his embroidery fist, and raised his leg is a kick, and the boy in green suddenly screamed, was kicked and rolled in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Several fox friends next to him were stunned by this scene, the five fingers of the young man's right hand were flexed, and the bone joints made a clicking sound when he clenched them, which was full of threat.

"Let's get on it!" I don't know which one shouted first, and six or seven gentlemen and the little guys they brought rushed up, trying to take advantage of the numerical advantage to beat the other party to the ground.

The young man snorted coldly.

After a few breaths, several corpses lay on the street sideways...... No, the body, the moans came and went, and no one could get up. A group of embroidered pillows, no one was able to walk a single move under the young man, and when he rushed up, he was directly knocked to the ground, and he fell to cry and called his mother.

One of the red-clothed gentlemen, who was slightly injured, lay on the ground unconvinced and shouted: "Stinky food, don't be complacent, my father is a member of the court, when I go back and tell my father, you will wait to eat prison food for the rest of your life!" ”

The young man's expression was indifferent: "The great husband walks in the world, he is not afraid of power, even if you can imprison me, you can't make me bow my head." ”

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers suddenly shouted to separate to both sides, and several guards lined up the road with steel guns in their hands, giving way to the big man who came later, the crown prince Cui Jie.

Zhiying suddenly remembered, in the previous life, he had followed Cui Jie to pass by by car, and met someone who sold himself to bury his father halfway, Cui Jie generously gave the other party a considerable amount of funeral expenses, and half a month later, the other party came to the door to thank him, saying that he was willing to be driven under Cui Jie's account, Cui Jie loved talent, so he took him in.

This person turned out to be Yang Qiong, the later Sipin Donggong Guard, and after Cui Jie ascended the throne, he became the commander of the Shenwu Army in the Twelve Guards of the Forbidden Army in the capital, and was highly favored.

Zhiying couldn't help but be surprised by his luck, and at the same time realized that since he had caught up in front of Cui Jie, Yang Qiong would never let him fall into Cui Jie's palm.

Cui Jie looked like he had just come back from outside the city, dressed in civilian clothes, and glanced at the gentlemen lying all over the ground, and then stared at Yang Qiong carefully for a while, and finally turned his gaze to Zhiying.

Zhiying knelt down: "Knock to see His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

The onlookers were in an uproar, and they all knelt down, and when the people on the ground heard that it was the prince, they also hurriedly struggled to turn over and kneel.

"What's going on?" Cui Jie is so smart, he has already guessed the reason at a glance across the scene, and he is just waiting for the person concerned to state in person.

Unexpectedly, Zhiying grabbed in front of Yang Qiong and spoke: "Back to His Royal Highness, this Yang Gongzi's father passed away, and there was no money to bury him, and the slave maid happened to pass by, so he wanted to bury his father at the expense, who knew that these people suddenly ran out to obstruct him, and wanted to be a light slave, Yang Gongzi couldn't look past it, so he shot and knocked them to the ground." ”

Yang Qiong's expression was obviously stunned, and she was surprised that she would know her surname.

Cui Jie nodded, and Zhiying's answer was basically the same as he guessed.

"Is that what she said?"

How dare a few gentlemen admit that they have been bullying others here for a long time, so they have to admit it according to Zhiying's words: "Yes, yes......"

Cui Jie waved his hand: "Self-inflicted, it's not going to disperse!" Then he turned and went back to the carriage.

The crowd stepped aside, the prince's car drove slowly, and the eldest grandson Lingfang opened the curtains in the carriage, looked at her sister worriedly, and shook her head at her with a smile.

"This girl."

Zhiying turned around, and Yang Qiong clasped her fists and saluted: "Thank you girl for clearing the siege below, but how can the girl know my name?" ”

"Yang Gongzi doesn't have to be polite, I'm already a woman, and I don't dare to be a girl," Zhiying said with a smile, took the money bag handed by Xiaoqiu, and handed it over with both hands, "I'm not used to bringing too much money when I go out, here's ten taels of silver, Yang Gongzi take it, go and bury Ling Zun!" ”

Yang Qiong hurriedly pushed back: "This-too much!" A pair of coffin boards only costs three taels of silver......"

Zhiying was about to say a few words such as the pricelessness of talents, but the previous gentlemen were unwilling to lose face like this, and when they saw Cui Jie's car going away, they surrounded him again. The one in red had a voice in his mouth: "Ten taels of silver is embarrassed to take out his hand, the maid is the maid, and when he saw the little white face, he even took out the private money." The others chimed in and laughed.

Yang Qiong said angrily: "You guys! couldn't help but want to beat people again, Zhiying waved his hand, turned his head and smiled at the red-clothed man: "Why don't you take this to the prince and talk about it?" ”

The man in red didn't take her words seriously at all: "Lord Wang? Hahahaha, which prince? ”

Zhiying smiled so much that she didn't mention how gentle she was: "King Wu, Cui Yi." ”

Cui Yi was short-tempered and infamous, as soon as the man in red heard his name, he immediately gasped, took three steps back, and pointed at his hand trembling: "You, you, you ......"

The one in green hurriedly came up to cheer him up: "What are you afraid of, it's not promising, the martial king will turn his face against your father for a maid." ”

Zhiying smiled again: "Maid? I'm so sorry, I'm Princess Wu. ”

This is the first time she has called herself Princess Wu in front of people, in the past, no matter before or after, she always regarded herself as a concubine, but after talking to Cheng Fengyi, Zhiying changed her mind, since Cui Yi's favor is the foundation of her own actions, then she must continue to keep this favor no matter what.

Cui Yi said that she is Princess Wu, then she is Princess Wu!

The Boy in Green: "......"

Yang Qiong: "......"

The man in red screamed: "My life is over!" His limbs convulsed and fell. Several gentlemen, including the boy in green, were all stunned by Zhiying's identity, and I don't know who shouted "I'll go first" first, and all of them ran away in the blink of an eye.

"Where did you just go?" Zhiying only planned to scare and scare them, so he didn't care about it, but looked at Yang Qiong again.

Yang Qiong was shocked: "You...... The grass people meet the princess! He quickly knelt down.

Zhiying bent down and made a gesture of support: "Young Master Yang, please get up quickly." If I guessed correctly, Yang Gongzi's ancestor was Yang Hai, the general of Zhenbei during the period of Emperor Wen of Dongjing? ”

Yang Qiong nodded and asked very suspiciously: "Yes, how did the princess see it?" ”

Zhiying casually pointed to a silver-white spear next to the broken straw mat wrapped in the corpse where he knelt just now: "That gun told me." Of course, it was impossible to tell him that he had heard him tell the history of the Yang family in person.

Yang Qiong was relieved and sighed: "It is the silver moon gun handed down by the ancestors, it is not a secret, when my father was seriously ill, I also thought about using the gun as a gun to treat my father, but my father resolutely refused, saying that it was the backbone of the Yang family, and even death could not be ......."

Zhiying also sighed: "I understand, this money, please Yang Gongzi don't shirk anymore, go and bury the old man, the descendants of a generation of famous generals have ended up selling themselves on the street to bury their father, how can people not be heartbroken." ”

Yang Qiong's eyes were red, and she lowered her head in shame: "It's me who is not filial...... The princess's great kindness, Joan doesn't know how to repay it. ”

"Gongzi should live up to Ling Zun's high expectations, continue to pass on the Yang family gun, and follow General Yang Hai to contribute to the Jiangshan Society, even if he repays my kindness." Zhi Yingwan said with a smile.

Yang Qiong's expression was complicated, she hugged her fists and bowed deeply, and said again: "If there are any difficulties in the future, you can come to the Wuwang Mansion to find me, as long as you can help, you will not refuse." ”

Although he knew that with Yang Qiong's character of knowing kindness and repaying his kindness, he would definitely defect to the Wuwang Mansion next, but he didn't say anything, so that he could go back and think about it again, which could be regarded as giving enough face. Yang Qiong agreed, and Zhiying did not delay any longer, took Xiaoqiu into the carriage, and returned to the palace.

As soon as he got in the car, Xiaoqiu began to ask impatiently: "That Yang Gongzi, after Mrs. recognized him as a famous general just by looking at that gun?" Yang's gun or something, is it very powerful? How powerful is that, what kind of Zhenbei general, who is more powerful than the prince? ”

Zhiying said funny: "You ask me this kind of question, who do I ask?" Could it be that a Taoist priest summoned General Yang Hai's soul and fought with the prince? ”

Xiaoqiu stuck out his tongue and changed his words: "Then Yang Gongzi or Wang Ye, who is more powerful?" ”

"It's hard to say," Zhiying leaned against the wall of the car, lazily said, "The Yang family gun has been passed down for more than a thousand years from Dongjing to the present, if you talk about marksmanship alone, the prince may not be Yang Gongzi's opponent, but the prince has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he is far superior to Yang Gongzi in terms of skills and experience against the enemy, and he may not lose in a real fight." You must know that when you really go to the battlefield, it is not enough to rely on martial arts alone, and sometimes the things that sound very empty such as marching formations and strategy and tactics are decisive for winning or losing a war. ”

Xiaoqiu looked at her with admiration: "It turns out that the young lady still knows the art of war, why didn't the slave know it before." ”

Zhiying smiled, didn't explain, only said: "Your young lady still knows a lot, you will know later." ”