"Compensation...... Indemnify? Yan Biao's face was a little whiter than the singing girl who pounced on white powder, and the blood-spattered face of Changsun Hong, just a step away, looked at himself and sneered, a chill that had never been felt before was cold from the top of his head to his heels, and he was born through his bones, and his body trembled.

He felt that as long as he had the slightest movement, this person in a green official robe would definitely not care about his identity and would kill people when he raised his hand.

On the huge ground floor of Chunfeng Building, there are moaning people everywhere, many people can't get up, I don't know if they are dead, that group of strangers, are treating each other's wounds, their expressions are relaxed, and they don't care.

These people are stubble, outlaws.

His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand on his feet, and he was trembling.

Rampant Lin'an bullying goodness, unstoppable arrogance, is just a cover under the illustrious identity, without this identity, Yan Biao is just a good-looking gangster.

He really wanted to carry his sister out, and shouted loudly: "Yan Guifei's younger brother is here, who dares to mess around?" Don't kneel down and prostrate yet! ”

But this very imposing sentence turned around in his throat a few times, and when he rushed out of the other party's indifferent gaze and threatening approach, it became a stammering two words.

"That's right, compensation." Eldest Sun Hong said, nodded, and reached out to wipe his face.

This action seemed inadvertent, but it caused Yan Biao to have a big misunderstanding.

He was going to beat him because of the eldest grandson.

The trembling legs could no longer support his body, and as soon as his knees weakened, he knelt down, his mouth trembled, and he shouted one after another: "Don't, don't, don't!" ”

Changsun Hong was stunned for a moment, his hand wiping his face paused, thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile, revealing a mouthful of white Sensen's teeth.

He also squatted down, keeping his gaze parallel to Yan Biao's eyes.

"Today's incident is actually a misunderstanding, we are here for dinner, and your subordinates will beat people when they come up, it is wrong for him." Changsun Hong said patiently, as if he was a big brother who taught his younger brother.

"Look, so many people have been injured, and if you continue to make trouble, it will be difficult to clean up, so let's talk about it and see if there is any way to end this matter, your name is Yan Gongzi, right? What's the backstage? ”

Yan Biao looked at Changsun Hong, frightened, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"This man doesn't know me?" He thought, is it a foreign official?

It must be like this, otherwise how dare you treat yourself like this, on the ground of Lin'an, as long as you are an official, who dares not to give yourself face?

The trembling legs slowly returned to their original state, and the face that was pale because of fear gradually became a little bloody, although it was still a little difficult to get up, but in Yan Biao's heart, the fear was no longer so strong.

He gritted his teeth, trying to make himself look like he still had the inherent bearing, and then overcame his facial muscles that twitched a little in the face of the murderous face of the green-robed petty official, and said hatefully: "I am Yan Biao, a member of the Ministry of Works, my sister, and the most favored concubine today, you hurt my person, this matter is not so easy to count!" ”

"Oh, Concubine Yan." Eldest Sun Hong's mind turned, in history, it seems that Emperor Lizong did have a Yan Guifei, who was an extremely strong competitor of Jia Guifei, Jia Guidao's sister, and Jia Guifei should have died of illness today, and Yan Guifei would soon be alone, stunning in the harem, and become the most favored concubine of Lizong.

"Hmph, are you scared?" Looking at the thoughtful appearance of the eldest grandson, Yan Biao became more and more convinced that this green-robed official must be a petty official who came from outside the world without knowing the sky, reckless and reckless, and frightened himself without knowing it, he was a stunned young man.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and put his hands on the ground, intending to get up and shake again.

"Brother-in-law of the Son of Heaven, then you have to compensate." Changsun Hong pressed it on his shoulder, smiled and said, "You also said it, it's not so easy to calculate." ”

"Bold!" Yan Biao finally became angry and roared: "Who are you? How dare you be so rude! I'm Yan Guifei's younger brother, I'm the imperial prince, what do you want to do?! ”

He was crushed to the ground, unable to stand up, but his voice was very funny.

"I said, I'm Trowolfp." Changsun Hong said seriously: "You can call me Mr. Te, I am a guest from overseas." ”

"Nonsense! You are obviously wearing the official robe of the Great Song Dynasty! "Although Yan Biao is a fool, he is not a fool.

"It's not important, it's this that matters." Changsun Hong turned his head and greeted the side.

Yang Xiaolei came over, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to him.

There was some ink on the paper, and it looked like it had just been written.

"Oh, Master Yan, take a look at this, and then copy it again. By the way, you're literate, right? That's good. The eldest grandson Hong stuffed the paper into Yan Biao's hand and said kindly: "Come, the paper and pen and ink are ready." ”

Yan Biao is inexplicable, this plot is so strange, why do you want to write?

He looked at Changsun Hong suspiciously, and Changsun Hong gave him a gentle smile.

Yan Biao's hairs stood on end, and he quickly lowered his head and looked at the words on the paper.

"The heart is in Shandong, the body is in Wu, and the river and the sea are screaming. If he is Ling Yunzhi, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao's husband. ”

What's so special?

It doesn't rhyme much.

As a gentleman, it is the norm to not like reading and dislike learning, Yan Biao, as a standard gentleman, of course, implements this article very resolutely.

So of course he doesn't read much, the "Xuanhe Legacy" that has been published in the Southern Song Dynasty is an early version of "Water Margin", although it is a book, but he will not read it, and there are large paragraphs of literary language in it, and he can't understand how to read it.

Among them, Yan Biao naturally didn't read this anti-poem written by Song Jiang, but when he read it at this time, with his cultural level, he didn't feel anything about it.

Isn't it just a poem?

However, his self-esteem led him to refuse to copy.

Yan Biao's face was gloomy, and he said categorically: "I don't write!" You'd better take your hands off or ...... Wait for my people to come, so you can't eat and walk around! I'm telling you, don't think that I can't do anything to you if you're wearing an official robe, I've beaten a lot of officials on this street! ”

"Don't write?" Changsun Hong frowned, reached over, and took the sharp knife he picked up on the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Biao was vigilant and wanted to move back.

Changsun Hong's hand firmly clasped his shoulder, so that he couldn't move half a minute, took the knife, and stabbed it neatly between Yan Biao's legs sitting on the ground.

"Smack!"

The blade of the knife was attached to Yan Biao's key part and went into the ground for three points.

Yan Biao looked at his crotch in a daze, stunned like a wooden chicken.

The sharpness of the blade seemed to be slowly rubbing against the edge of the flesh, as long as it was a little bit inside, Yan Biao would be able to be a colleague with Dong Songchen.

"I'm sorry, a little off." Changsun Hong apologized, pulled out the knife, and the blade rubbed against the flesh again.

"I'll be sure to see it this time." The eldest grandson Hong held up the knife and made a statement.

"Bold! Big ......" Yan Biao roared hysterically and struggled violently: "You're a madman!" I am...... Yes! ”

The knife was as fast as lightning, as fast as a thunderbolt, and this time it was inserted very accurately, even through the fabric of the clothes, it accurately pierced into the position of Yan Biao's groin, that is, the root of his thigh, and cut a deep hole in the flesh, and the blood rushed out.

Yan Biao screamed like a pig.

"Ahh!!h

It hurts!

Changsun Hong pulled out the knife, stood up, raised the knife to look at the blood dripping from the blade, and sighed: "Look, what are you making a fuss about?" I'm poking again. ”

Then he looked at Yan Biao, who was holding his thighs and screaming in pain, his eyes searched up and down.

Yan Biao's face turned pale, and Changsun Hong's malicious gaze was as sharp as the knife in his hand, looking at him like that, it seemed that he would chop the knife off again at any time.

Where the hell is he going to chop it?

"You just write, it's not a big deal." Yang Xiaolei squatted down, squatted beside Yan Biao, and said quietly: "This master is a master who specializes in cutting the root of people's lives, if you don't follow his wishes, you won't be a man in the future." ”

Not a man?

What is that?

Yan Biao clamped his thighs, trembling like a sieve of rice.

"Write it, and it'll be fine." Yang Xiaolei handed over the paper and pen, like a white-faced customer in a pyramid scheme.

"...... write, I'll write." Yan Biao looked at the gate of Chunfeng Tower in despair, only blaming his own people for clearing the scene too thoroughly just now, and the people outside knew that Yan Gongzi was going to invite guests and hold a banquet here, and the living people avoided it, and now they didn't even dare to approach a figure, no matter how loud they shouted inside, they couldn't hear it outside.

Outside, the sun is high, the wind is beautiful, and the autumn street scene is full of fallen leaves, and the leaves float above the heads of pedestrians on the street, dancing with the wind. People are bustling and enjoying the prosperity of the city, birds are chirping, and the crowd is laughing.

No one knew that in the Chunfeng Building, a ridiculous scene was happening.

Yan Biao, the gentleman, copied Song Jiang's anti-poems with twisting and pinching unsightly words.

When it was over, Changsun Hong didn't give up, pulled Yan Biao's fingers, stuck some red blood at random, and pressed his handprint under the anti-poem in the handbook.

"It's finished." Changsun Hong exhaled, dried the ink with satisfaction, put away the piece of paper handwritten by Yan Biao, and then left his template for him.

"You probably can't read the poems written on it, but it doesn't matter, you go back, find a gentleman to take a look, remember that you must be a trustworthy gentleman, don't show it to others casually, otherwise, you will be killed."

"If you understand it, think about it again, today's matter, should it be just over or continue to make trouble. Think clearly. Changsun Hong smiled, made a gesture to wipe his neck, and then led the people and roared away from the back door.

In the blink of an eye, he walked cleanly, leaving behind a mess-like Chunfeng Lou and Yan Biao who was wailing with his thighs.

(End of chapter)