"Good! Straight up to the sky, flying straight down, wonderful! ”

A group of literati dressed in various colored robes gathered together, some holding folding fans, some wearing square scarves, and most of them still wrapped around square scarves, all clustered in front of the screen A rich boy wearing a pale cyan purple silk robe.

This person is Sun Yuan, the eldest son of Sun Hualong, the prefect of Dengzhou at the time.

This Sun Yuan has no merit and fame, and looks like a playboy, but he learns from those scribes holding folding fans, this kind of vassal elegance, but he is constantly flattered by those down-and-out talents around him.

Sun Yuan nodded with satisfaction, obviously very useful, and only listened to him chatter:

"Shuicheng kills and kills loyalty, and the Shuai Mansion bends its knees to welcome Hongyi...."

"Good! What Sun Gongzi has done is truly peerless! ”

A Xiucai sniffed in the air, and said with a very intoxicated smile: "The charm is far-reaching, it should be a good legend!" ”

Sun Yuan laughed, waved the folding fan in his hand, and said:

"Where is it~, it's not that Wang Zheng killed several loyal and brave people for no reason, and removed thousands of generals, which offended the anger of the public. This son is just conforming to public opinion and doing his best. ”

After Sun Yuan finished speaking, one of the many scribes' disciples shouted:

"Everyone, I am waiting in the Penglai Pavilion of this fairyland on earth, chanting a song for such a vulgar martial artist, thinking it is a good story, how about it?"

"Good! I'll come first! ”

"I'll do it too!"

......

A big man walked in from outside the door, walked straight to a pair of tables and chairs on the first floor and sat down, and after seeing the literati on the second floor, he snorted coldly, but he also knew that he couldn't afford to provoke him, so he opened his mouth and shouted;

"Come and give me two plates of pig's head meat, and then two pots of soju, the first time I come to this Penglai Pavilion, I want to take a good look at the scenery!"

"Okay!"

After eating for a long time, seeing that these literati were still composing poems, the man couldn't help but be a little curious, beckoned people over, and asked:

"What are they doing, rotten poems one after another."

Hearing this, the man sighed, quickly covered the big man's mouth, and said carefully:

"Don't you dare to say that, do you see that person, this is the son of the prefect Sun, even General Wang can't afford to provoke!"

"Oh, that's not unusual, prefect." Dahan nodded, that is, he was not surprised.

The man wiped the table and said:

"In the past few days, Sun Gongzi has often taken them to Penglai Pavilion to enjoy the scenery and make gifts, and what he said is not good for the Dengzhou camp, but now the Marshal's Mansion has not seen any movement coming out, it should be that General Wang is afraid and doesn't want to care."

The man nodded without doubt, and said the same.

Ordinary generals meeting the prefect is like meeting their own father, and the prefect's son naturally does not dare to provoke, and some generals can do anything in order to shoot the prefect's horses, which is not surprising at all.

The literati surrounded Sun Yuan, chanting poems while watching the sea view, which lasted for half a day, and became more and more red, and almost the entire screen was engraved with their poems and songs.

Penglai Pavilion has three floors, Sun Yuan and their second floor is mostly the place where some literati are vassals and elegant, and ordinary people generally eat wine and meat on the first floor and look at the scenery.

As for the three floors, they are generally the places where the powerful and wealthy families set up banquets, and even the prefect and the original chief soldier set up banquets on the third floor of Penglai Pavilion.

After eating, the man got up and patted his ass and was about to leave, but just went out when he heard a "clang" sound, and his eyes widened when he looked over.

At the other end of the street, there were many officers and soldiers who were fully armed and rushed to this side, and the person who took the lead was none other than General Huang Shen under the command of Wang Zhengwang's deputy chief soldier.

Although these officers and soldiers were rushing towards this side, their steps were not at all in a hurry, they just trotted on their official boots, and the sound of neat steps was getting closer and closer.

Huang Yang was wearing an iron armor, and before he arrived at Penglai Pavilion, he pulled out a steel knife and shouted coldly:

"The people in Penglai Pavilion have come out, don't hurt you, from today onwards, this Penglai Pavilion is under the management of the Marshal's Mansion!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the surrounding people were stunned, no wonder so many officers and soldiers came, it turned out that General Wang was finally going to make a move.

After hearing this, the man also stood still at a loss, and when he saw several Dengzhou soldiers coming forward, he quickly got out of the way.

The officers and soldiers in front of them were so unusual, their clothes and armor were neat and distinct, and hundreds of people stood like hundreds of wooden stakes, and they didn't move without orders.

Sun Yuanzheng led the literati to have a good time on the second floor, glanced down, but saw that the people on the first floor were slowly running out, and he was a little curious at the moment, and asked casually:

"Where have all the people gone?"

The answer to him was the sound of Dengzhou soldiers' "kicking" steps, and Huangyang Dama Jindao walked into Penglai Pavilion, looked at the many literati on the second floor, and sneered.

"All of them are arrested and put in prison!"

"Wait! Huang Yang? What kind of thing are you, you dare to catch this son!! ”

Although Sun Yuanhua was a little surprised, he was not as flustered as other literati, and after shouting this sentence, he shouted loudly to Wen Dengbing who was going upstairs:

"You, do you know whose son this son is, is..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Huang Yang below said lightly:

"It's the prefect Sun."

Sun Yuan snorted coldly, pointed at Huang Yang with a folding fan, and said arrogantly:

"My father is the prefect of Dengzhou, even that Wang Zheng has to listen to my father's words, just rely on you as a small local general, move me? Don't die! ”

"If you want to keep you, it depends on my father's intentions!"

Huang Yang glanced at Sun Yuan, as if he was looking at a fool.

In fact, after listening to Sun Yuan's words, none of the soldiers in the Dengzhou battalion hesitated, no matter what son of the prefect you are, the people in their Dengzhou battalion only recognized Wang Zheng.

The military order has been issued, the iron law is above, these people must be arrested!

The heavily armed soldiers of the Dengzhou battalion rushed upstairs, and when they saw these literati shouting at the top of their voices, they did not show them mercy, but just held them down with their backhands and carried them downstairs like chickens.

"Childe, childe, you should go first from the back, and then the master sues the king for a fight!"

This momentum, it seems that the people in the Dengzhou camp are serious, they actually want to seal Penglai Pavilion, no one thought that Wang Zheng would really do this kind of thing.

After the butler-like man finished speaking, he took Sun Yuan downstairs from the back in a panic, turned around and ordered the seven or eight servants accompanying him, and asked them to rush to the front to resist.

It's just that these servants are bullying people on weekdays, but when they meet the Dengzhou soldiers, they completely soften, and the kung fu of these three-legged cats, the Dengzhou soldiers are basically solved in a few clicks.

"The general has an order, those who resist arrest with weapons in hand, kill!"

Huang Yang shouted, went upstairs first, and aimed the steel knife in his hand at the door of a servant.

With a scream, the servant was hacked to death on the spot, and blood splashed on the screen of Penglai Pavilion for the first time.

The Dengzhou soldiers did not show mercy to their subordinates, and rushed forward with knives and guns, and after a short battle, seven or eight warm corpses that were still bleeding were lying on the second floor of Penglai Pavilion.

A Dengzhou battalion sentry officer saw Sun Yuan and the others fleeing in panic and was about to lead people to chase them.

Huang Yang stopped him and said in a deep voice:

"Let him go."

Although the sentry officer didn't understand, he immediately hugged his fists and said:

"Obey!"

In fact, there is no need for Wang Zheng to fight Sun Hualong, after all, he is still the prefect, and he has some right to speak in the court, and the move of putting his son back is also a betrayal of Sun Hualong's personal favor.

However, if Sun Hualong didn't know the current affairs, Wang Zheng would no longer show mercy.

Having said that, Sun Hualong has been sitting in the position of the prefect of Dengzhou for seven years, and he can't do it without being tactful, and when he is in this kind of self-preservation, he naturally knows what he should do.

Sun Yuan had just come to the easternmost side of the second floor under the protection of the housekeeper, and when he saw the small hole in front of him, he hesitated, turned around and said:

"You actually want my son to drill a dog hole, drill a dog hole! What kind of system, what kind of system is this!! ”

The housekeeper glanced back, and when he saw that no one had caught up, he breathed a sigh of relief and said anxiously:

"Oh, my eldest son, this is a fatal time, if you don't go down and be caught by the people in the Dengzhou camp, it's better to live than to die!"

Sun Yuan was so excited that he drilled out without looking back.