Chapter Forty-Eight: Let Go of That Girl, Let Me Come!
Zhao Yunrang sighed, reached out and tore off two sleeves on his body, and tied the long knife in his hand tightly to his left hand.
While tying it, he scolded in his mouth: "Ling Hun, you bastard, are you still human?" I see how you go to see your ancestors! β
Ling Hun's footsteps were heavy, getting slower and slower.
finally turned around slowly: "Wen'er, dad is sorry for you!" β
As he spoke, tears rained down.
Ling Wen'er's somewhat immature face showed a hint of fortitude: "I'm not afraid!" β
The black man shouted angrily: "Ling Hun! Do you really want your daughter's life? β
Ling Hun closed his eyes in despair.
Zhao Yun lifted his spirits, and it seemed that Ling Hun had a good conscience.
"Let go of that girl and let me come!"
Zhao Yunrang let out a loud shout, and pulled a knife flower with the long knife in his hand.
The man in black's eyes flashed: "Okay! β
Pushing the girl aside casually, the long whip in his hand waved, like a poisonous snake that chooses people to devour.
"This whip, the famous spirit snake, is nine feet four inches long!"
Zhao Yunrang's face was solemn, and he took out a flute from his back.
The man in black stared at him: "You took out a flute, do you want to play a song before you die?" β
Zhao Yunrang looked up at the sky, and it was already a little gray and bright.
Don't even say it, it's a good time to play a song.
Zhao Yunrang pointed at the man in black with a flute: "You are lurking in my Great Song Dynasty land, with bad intentions, and you are going to take your life with this treasure!" β
Treasure?
The man in black sneered: "Holding a broken flute and vainly claiming a treasure, do you think it can scare me?" β
"Hehe, don't think that only the ordnance supervisor knows how to make firearms, our Zhou Wangfu-"
Zhao Yunrang seemed to be speechless, and his voice stopped abruptly!
Zhou Wangfu?
"Who are you?"
Zhao Yunrang smiled: "The question of who are you is difficult to answer, I want to ask who you are, what do you say?" β
The man in black stared at him: "I am me!" β
Zhao Yunrang nodded: "Li Mengyao? β
The man in black's face changed greatly: "How do you know?" β
"Haha, of course I know everything!"
It's right!
This person did not shy away from tying up Ling Hun's daughter, and Ling Hun did not have any dissatisfaction.
Apparently a woman!
And the word "Meng Yao" called by the dead man can also prove this.
As for the surname Li, this is Zhao Yunrang's bold guess.
This person is none other than the Great Liaoxi Xia.
Da Liao's surname must be Xiao, and the estimation of Western Xia is surnamed Li, which is the national surname of Western Xia!
The man in black stretched out his hand and slowly took off the black cloth on his head, revealing a head full of green silk!
"Now that you know my name, I might as well take a guess!"
Zhao Yunrang looked at the sky and kindly reminded: "If I were you, I would hurry up and escape, and it would definitely not be possible to take someone with you!" β
Still have time to guess this?
Is this girl sick in the brain?
Yan Zhao is back in a while, kill you!
"Hmph, I won't guess wrong, you are the youngest son of Zhao Yuanyan, King of Zhou, Zhao Yunrang!"
"The people in the capital call 'Zhao Fuyun', isn't it?"
"Yes, it's me! How? "Zhao Yunrang is very calm, it's not me who is the thief!
Li Mengyao: "......"
"Since you can't bring people back, it's okay to be dead."
Li Mengyao waved her long whip, and the spirit snake spit out a letter, directly wrapped around Zhao Yunrang's neck.
Zhao Yunrang saw the opportunity very quickly, and blocked the handle of the knife, but it was not strangled for a while.
Rao is so, still out of breath.
Li Mengyao's long whip pulled back, and Zhao Yunrang was pulled over step by step.
Li Mengyao sneered and looked at Zhao Yunrang, who was being pulled over step by step.
Zhao Yunrang struggled to fight back, and Li Mengyao hurriedly pulled back!
Zhao Yunrang took advantage of this momentum, raised his right hand, and the long flute in his hand was upright, pointing on Li Mengyao's left chest.
"Don't moveβ"
Before Zhao Yun could finish the threat, Li Mengyao, who was full of shame and anger, flew up with her lotus feet, and Zhao Yun let her feet open wide, and fell straight out.
The flute was swept into Li Mengyao's hand with a long whip.
Holding it in her hand, Li Mengyao naturally knew that this was just a purple bamboo flute.
What kind of assault gun is it pretending to be?
Li Mengyao clutched her aching chest, and her willow eyebrows were upside down: "I'll kill you!" β
Zhao Yun let him roll and climb: "Mistakes, mistakes!" β
I don't know what the "mistake" was!
Meng Yao waved her long whip and swooped straight at Zhao Yunrang!
At this moment, a long roar erupted with anger, and a silver light swirled out.
The spirit snake whip suddenly broke into several sections, and a wisp of green silk fell into the dust.
Yan Zhao!
Li Mengyao knew that something could not be done, and with a whistle, a horse like coals rushed out of the forest.
Turning over and jumping on horseback, Li Mengyao held the long flute and pointed at Zhao Yunrang: "The green mountains are still there, the sunset is red a few times, and there will be a period later!" β
Later, you will meet your sister, you remember Lao Tzu's poems very familiarly, Zhao Yun let the stomach slander.
This kick almost cost him half his life.
"If you come a little later, Lao Tzu will be back in place today!"
glanced at Ling Hun who was at a loss next to him: "To be honest, your daughter is stronger than you!" It's true! β
"Fortunately, the major right and wrong can still be distinguished!"
Ling Hun and his daughter glanced at each other: "That sudden musket-"
Zhao Yunrang raised his eyebrows: "You are about to die, can you still take care of this?" β
Ling Hun lowered his head: "I deserve it, but my daughter is innocent!" β
"Innocent? Don't tell me you don't know there's such a thing as a sitting! Leaking the ratio of gunpowder in the army, blowing up the sluice gate of the treasury of the third division, and stealing Jiaozi silver, which one is a capital crime! And that's not even counting those dozens of lives! β
"When the time comes, you'll even have to sell your daughterβ"
Uh, you can't go on saying this, and you have to pay attention to spitting to scare people!
Ling Hun knelt down: "Please let the little prince do it!" β
Fulfill?
How is the fulfillment method?
Ling Hun looked directly at Zhao Yunrang: "Deliver me to Kaifeng Mansion, and I will bear it alone with a thousand knives, just don't implicate Wen'er!" β
"yes, what about the firearms you're studying?"
Ling Hun gritted his teeth: "Wen'er can replace me, in fact, there are many ideas that she put forward!" β
Unexpectedly, this is still a violent female expert!
"Look at this drawing!"
Zhao Yunrang threw out a drawing of the construction of the assault gun.
Ling Hun's eyes lit up: "This-Wen'er, look-"
Ling Wen'er grabbed the drawing in her hand: "With this, I can make it!" β
Zhao Yunrang struggled to get up, pulled the drawings over, and tore them to pieces in the horrified gaze of Ling Hun's father and daughter!
"You'll have to make this thing yourself!"
Ling Hun was stunned, but Ling Wen'er happily pushed him: "Thank you for the little prince yet!" β
After Zhao Yunrang remembered the matter of gunpowder, he thought about establishing a gunpowder research laboratory.
This will be the foundation of the Great Song Dynasty's strong country!
The so-called belligerent will perish, and forgetting the war will be dangerous!
Only a good fighter can avoid war!
As an advanced black technology, gunpowder was very important to the Great Song Dynasty.
This is also the fundamental reason why Zhao Yunrang would rather kill Ling Hun than let people take him away.
And Yan Zhao's words made Ling Hun, who thought he had some credit, sweat!
The gunpowder buried in the dark tunnel has been specially treated in a few places, and it will never cause a big explosion.
But fortunately, Yan Zhao went back in time, and those few deliberately handled places were all picked up.
In other words, if Yan Zhao goes back a little later, a tragedy will be inevitable, at least many people will die.
This is a madman!
Zhao Yunrang also broke out in a cold sweat.
Ling Hun suddenly remembered something: "Little Lord, your assault rifle?" β
Zhao Yunrang scolded: "Sudden fart!" That's the purple bamboo flute that Siqin gave to Lao Tzu, and the daughter is not sold! β
Grandma's, it's cheap that Li Mengyao, let you have a flute every day!
The sky was bright.
All the men in black were killed in battle, and none of them survived.
Those who were deliberately kept by Yan Zhao also took poison and died, which confirmed Zhao Yun's view of letting the dead.
Three of the guards of Kaifeng Mansion also died, and two of them died at the hands of Li Antong!
The case has finally been solved.
Inside the Imperial Study.
"You said that the woman is from Western Xia, but there is a basis!"
"Li is the national surname of Western Xia, and the woman has kung fu, and the master craftsman Zhai Heng has confirmed that the leader of the black-clothed dead man is his missing neighbor Li Antong."
"And according to the testimony of Ling Hun and his daughter, these people have ill intentions and covet my heavy weapon!"
"This Li Mengyao actually has a good state friend on him, which shows that he has long had ambitions for the affairs of our dynasty."
"This is the details of this case, and I ask Your Majesty and the Queen Mother to decide."
Wang Bowen told all the words that Zhao Yunrang handed over to him, and felt that some words were better said: "To investigate and handle this case, Hou Zhao Yunrang of Anyang County has made great contributions, if it weren't for him, the people of Bianliang City would have suffered from the disaster of Zhurong!" β
Zhao Yunrang, who was praised by Wang Bowen, was lying on the kang and humming at the moment.
The abrasions on my hands were better, and the abrasions were reduced a lot.
It was a bit heavier than that kick.
Moreover, when I started my hands, I didn't feel that when I lay down, my whole body fell apart.
Xiao Liuzi quietly entered the house with a bowl of soup: "Young master, there is a holy decree!" β