As soon as he walked out of Weiyang Palace, Yan Ping's figure appeared not far away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This general, who used to dominate with Zhou Yafu, saw that Yan Ming came out of the Yang Palace in new clothes, and immediately felt that his young master was much taller.

The car was already ready, but Yan Ming asked the emperor to follow behind, but he didn't get into the car.

He beckoned to Yan Ping, and Yan Ping ran all the way.

"Immediately go to the mansion of Wei Qihou and Guan Taifu and take two ivory mahjong. Let's just say that Yanhou has an urgent use. Yan Ming whispered.

Yan Ping nodded, said yes, turned around and disappeared into the street after three or two turns.

In the morning in Chang'an City, there were hardly any people moving. The sun had just risen, shining warmly on my body.

Yan Ming's legs were slightly weak, recalling Princess Yanran's nephrite warm fragrance, the corners of Yan Ming's mouth couldn't help but smile a little. Before coming to the Han Dynasty, he was a man in his thirties, and there were many women he had seen. But the women of later generations do not have such natural body fragrance at all.

"Antiquity has the benefits of antiquity. The water is natural, the air is hazy, and even women have their own fragrance. Tsk-" Yan Ming was a little proud, but when he thought of Tian Xi, he was embarrassed to go on again.

"Actually, I can't blame me for this, I was tied up at the time, I belonged, I belonged, I was raped!" Thinking of this, Yan Ming seemed to have found a seemingly far-fetched explanation for himself - rape.

Yes, that's right, he was knocked unconscious and then raped by a woman.

Being raped by a woman is something that many men yearn for. Now it happened to Yan Ming.

"Xi'er, it's not that I'm sorry for you. I was raped. Yan Ming walked back, looking at the surrounding street scene, and walked in the direction of Dongshi.

The emperor behind him looked at Yan Ming walking with his back hands, and his face was full of strangeness.

He has served a lot of nobles. can put the carriage and don't sit, like those flat-headed people, who like to walk on two legs, Yan Ming is really the only one.

Chang'an City belongs to the imperial city. Everything is in order, and it really can't be compared to a small village like Maoling.

However, none of this is important in Yan Ming's eyes, because he knows that Maoling is about to change greatly. And it's going to be a big change according to his ideas.

Liu Xiaozhu first ascended the throne and urgently needed a new deal. But this matter is not in a hurry, and starting the reform from teaching is the most modest. It does not touch the interests of all real power strata. In this way, it will not cause too much movement, and things will be done subtly.

"It's time to go back. Discuss with my father and marry Tian Xi early. Lao Tzu doesn't want to marry a princess as a wife. Yan Ming kicked the stone at his feet to relieve his worries.

"Smack-" The stone flew straight out and slammed into a figure that suddenly appeared.

"Humph!" The man snorted coldly and grabbed the stone that Yan Ming kicked out. With a slight flick of his wrist, the stone actually carried the sound of the wind and shot directly towards the chariot and horse driving behind Yan Ming.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the horse pulling the cart behind suddenly neighed, and the four feet kicked upwards suddenly, directly throwing the emperor out of the wheel. Then the horse foamed at the mouth, whined slowly, and died on the spot.

The emperor was so frightened by this sudden change that he peed his pants and hid behind the overturned carriage, looking at Yan Ming tremblingly.

Martial arts, there are many records in the books that Yan Ming read when he was a child. I thought it was a deceptive story made up by later authors, and it was just a genre to help adults realize their chivalrous dreams.

I didn't expect to meet such a person on the streets of Chang'an.

He was dressed in a green robe, with a cyan cloak behind him and a Han sword diagonally stuck at his waist. Although the scabbard looked old, it exuded a killing intent.

A hat obscured most of the visitor's face, revealing only a bearded chin and sharpened lips.

"Yan Hou, Yan Gongzi?" The man asked with his hands on his shoulders and a cold voice in his voice.

"Fuck, it's that cool!" Yan Ming was secretly amazed in his heart, but he couldn't help but be a little scared. In this way, he is a master person, and it is easy to kill himself.

But when he made his move, the stone was only on the horse's head, not on his own. It means that this guy just wants to shock himself and make himself obedient.

"Ask for something!" The corners of Yan Ming's mouth suddenly showed a subtle smile.

Once a person asks for something, there will be flaws. Let him who asks need not be afraid.

"Yan Ming is here." pretended to calmly report his name, and Yan Ming's eyes never left the swordsman's body.

Once he has a stir, Yan Ming will do everything he can to delay time.

Now, he has some regrets for letting Yan Ping go to Dou Ying and Dou Fu. If Yan Ping is here, maybe he can also deal with this cold-looking guy.

"Yanhou, my master is invited!" The swordsman spoke in an extremely respectful tone when he spoke to his master. It was even more respectful than the attendants around the emperor treated the emperor.

"Cult!" Yan Ming judged from his tone for the first time that the person who came belonged to a cult. Only a cult can brainwash its own people into having such respect for a certain person.

"I'm sorry, Yan is not available. Another day! After Yan Ming finished speaking, he turned around and ran.

This place is not too far from Weiyang Palace, as long as you run to the north gate, you can attract the attention of the guards of Weiyang Palace, in that way, even if this swordsman has martial arts, he will definitely not be able to do anything to him.

But Yan Ming thought too much, in front of this swordsman, he was like a child who had not grown up.

"Interesting." The swordsman said coldly, turned over, and the person flew through the air like a big bird, and at the same time, as soon as he reached out his hand, he grabbed Yan Ming's shoulder.

At the moment when his hand approached Yan Ming's shoulder, suddenly there was a loud noise, and a black shadow smashed towards the swordsman.

The Han sword on the waist of the "staggering" swordsman was instantly unsheathed, and the cold light flickered. The black shadow that swept all over the sky was split by the Han Sword, and it was cracked in all directions, and it was like a short coat.

Although the swordsman's sword shattered his clothes, his figure was shocked backwards by the tremendous force that was mixed with his clothes.

Yan Ming took advantage of this gap and continued to run forward.

"Who is the master, please advise." The swordsman crosses his sword, and his eyes are like electricity.

But there was silence all around, and no one answered him at all. Only Yan Ming used his milk strength to run in the direction of Weiyang Palace.

"No one can refuse the master's invitation." The swordsman stomped his foot, and like a big bird again, he spun around in mid-air, and slammed into Yan Ming's back.

"Get out, shame on your face." A voice like thunder suddenly rang out.

Yan Ming heard this voice familiarly, but he couldn't remember who it was. I couldn't help but glance back, and saw a tall figure that was extremely flexible and stopped the swordsman.

The swordsman's sword was extremely agile, but he couldn't touch the corner of the tall figure's clothes.

Yan Ming wanted to see the person clearly, but because the person's speed was too fast, he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

"Martial arts, there really are martial arts. It's just two at once. "Although Yan Ping is also a kung fu person, he is completely different from these two people. Li Guang and Han Yan also showed their archery skills, but it was the method of battle formation.

The difference between these two people is that these two people use kung fu and pure killing techniques.

"Who is your Excellency, and if you oppose your master, you will not die well." The swordsman was no match for the comer, turned around and went to the room, and disappeared in a flurry of ups and downs.

The people who came didn't greet Yan Ming, and chased after him.

Comes and goes, ever-changing. Yan Ming and the Imperial Master were both a little dumbfounded.