When Liang Pengfei walked to the door of Liang's mansion, there were nearly 100 soldiers waiting outside the door to protect the safety of Liang Pengfei's family. Liang Pengfei jumped on the horse, thought about it for a while, and ordered the steward standing at the door in a deep voice: "Tell my father, let him, my mother and my daughter-in-law stay in the house, don't go out, Liang Qi, let your people take a good look at the house for me, if anything goes wrong, don't come to see me." ”

"Young master, don't worry! We are here, don't worry about the safety of Liang Mansion! A big man standing beside the steward straightened his lean figure, his face firm and cold.

"Good! Monk, scholar, go! Liang Pengfei nodded, shouted, the war horse on his body neighed, and the huge heavy hooves trampled on the bluestone-paved road, and the sparks were bright.

"This kid, why is he so impulsive when he encounters trouble, damn, he has a German surname with Lao Tzu." Liang Daguan, who had just come to the door and was about to tell his son to be careful, looked at the back of his son and a group of personal soldiers fighting and leaving, so he could only roll his eyes speechlessly and shake his way.

"Master, you can rest assured, there are more than 100 brothers, not to mention those broken eight banners who can't even pull a bow, even if they pull the current superintendent camp over, they won't hurt the young master in the slightest." At this time, Liang Qi, who was standing next to him, coughed twice and stepped forward and said.

"I'm relieved of this, alas......" Liang Daguan rolled his eyes, stroked his thick beard, patted the steward and commanded in a low voice. Steward, inform the people in the house, pack up, and in two days, I can accompany your lord and my wife to the south for a vacation. ”

"It's the master, the little one must get everything done." The old butler of the confidant saw the eyes of the big official Liang, nodded very understandingly, and went straight to the backyard of the mansion.

After the old housekeeper left, and several of the guards led by Liang Qi also retreated to the side, Liang Daguan paced at the door of the room, as if thinking about something. Liang Qi and the others looked at this old man who was still strong and strong in awe, watching him take steps, as if he was counting the bricks on the ground, and as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

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Liang Yuanxia, who had been pacing here for a long time, finally paused, looking at the pair of stone lions at the door of the room, and the plaque on the tall lintel with the two big characters of Liang Mansion, he couldn't help but feel a trace of emotion and nostalgia in his heart. Reached out and patted the thick door frame. "I don't know when I'll be back here, I've lived in an old house for ten years." The voice was so low that only he could hear it, and then, when he raised his head again, Liang Yuanxia's face returned to his previous arrogance, looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of fierceness. "My son said it well, Qinggou, it's a goddamn death!"

Liang Qi and the others heard Liang Daguan's words, but they didn't even jump their eyelids, in their opinion, Liang Daguan's words were taken for granted.

At this moment, in the sleeping Buddha pavilion in the temple of Guangxiao Temple, which is called the wind banner hall, a handsome and beautiful woman who is about twenty-eight years old and slender is leaning against the sleeping Buddha who occupies most of the position in the entire pavilion, the sharp melon seed face is like the new willow depicted by the green daisy, the shell teeth bite the red lip, and the watery eyes are full of panic, but more is absolutely decisive, at this moment, she is holding a short blade in her hand, and the slender hand puts the short knife overflowing with cold light on the neck of her own ice muscle and jade skin, the knife of the silver knife, the skin like jade fat, There are also the bright red lips, the black hair like clouds, and the long yellow dress covered in a sauce-red cape, which is set off, there is a kind of shocking beauty and coquettishness.

And right in front of her, there was a sobbing little girl, whose face was full of panic and fear. "Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you." The girl with the knife pressed against her neck also said words to soothe her maid ring, as if she didn't take her danger into account at all.

And what their master and servant faced was more than 20 Eight Banner soldiers with swords on their waists, full of meat, greedy and lustful eyes, and in front of these Eight Banner soldiers, there was also a lewd man wearing a second-grade military attache supplement uniform, and his body was as fat as a pig that could be slaughtered and slaughtered.

The winter in Guangdong is not as good as in the north, but it is also cold and windy, but this one is still sweaty, and he wiped the oil and sweat on his forehead with a hand account, and his eyes are full of filth and endless greed. What do you want, why are you so brainless? ”

"The little girl doesn't have this blessing to suffer, and I hope that the adults can let the little girl leave, if my teacher Yuan Mei hasn't seen me return for a long time, I'm afraid I'll be in a hurry." The delicate woman slightly opened her lips, her voice was as sweet as the nightingale that walked through the forest, and her soft and glutinous Su Wu accent not only did not make the second-grade master feel compassion, but aroused his greed even more.

"Little lady, what are these words, the official said that you have this blessing, you have this blessing, your master Yuan Mei...... I've heard of it, isn't it just a scholar, do you think that if you carry your master out, the official will retreat with his head in his arms? Hmph, this official is a dignified Guangzhou Eight Banners Left Capital, a dignified second-class member of the court, and a red belt of the clan, what, are you still afraid of suffering losses if you follow this official? Under this Guangzhou general, the face of Lord Zuo Dutong, who was in charge of the military and political affairs of the Eight Banners, flashed a trace of triumph.

The dignified clan red belt, the emperor's relatives, his identity, even the current Guangzhou general Fuchang is just a Manchurian white flag, seeing himself, even if the official position is higher than himself, he still has to be polite.

It stands to reason that after he went to pay New Year's greetings to Changlin, the governor, he should go straight back to his mansion, sit in the warm room, and have a close relationship with those concubines, but who would have thought that when he passed by Guangxiao Temple, he actually saw such a beautiful woman stepping down from the cyan sedan chair and carrying a maid ring and an old slave into Guangxiao Temple.

Seeing the delicate touch of this stunning beauty when she got off the sedan chair and brushed the broken hair on her cheeks, it was equivalent to blowing in his heart Jueluo Ebuga, so he led his own soldiers and followed this beautiful woman into this Guangxiao Temple.

Then, molested, reprimanded, and beat the old servant, the young lady and the maid Huan panicked into the sleeping Buddha Pavilion, Ebuga didn't care about the old slave who fell to the ground and fluttered, and led his own soldiers to the sleeping Buddha Pavilion, who knows, this little beauty actually hid a gorgeous knife with a sheath in her arms, although the knife in the eyes of Ebuga and his own soldiers, it was not enough to reach any threat, but when the knife was on the neck of the beauty, the two sides finally fell into a stalemate. This stalemate is the kung fu of a pillar of incense.

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Let the Ebuga make intimidating words, or good words, this little Nizi was unmoved, the knife resting on his throat was not half an inch away, and just before that, two pro-soldiers wanted to bypass under his hint, but just two steps, the little Nizi's knife actually pierced the skin on the neck, and Ebuga quickly called the two pro-soldiers back.

And now, the reason why Ebuga is still here to delay with this little beauty is because the back window of this sleeping Buddha pavilion has been gently sled open by Ebuga's own soldiers, and a ghostly head is emerging from it.

When Liang Pengfei's fast horse trampled on the stone slab in front of the Guangxiao Temple, more than a dozen soldiers who had been arranged by Ebuga at the gate of the temple to prevent others from disturbing his good deeds were talking nonsense there with big cigarette bags.

Suddenly, when they saw a tall and majestic young man in a green silk robe, they couldn't help but be stunned when they suddenly appeared at the gate of the Guangxiao Temple. "The Lord of the Left Capital of the Eight Banners of Guangzhou is in the temple, and all the idle people are avoiding. Boy, how far to roll and how far to roll. A soldier stood at the door, pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and shouted suspiciously.

"This is Guangxiao Temple?" The young man didn't seem to pay any attention to the interest of the pro-soldier leader, and his eyes were fixed on the plaque above the temple door. The three big characters of Guangxiao Temple were painted bright gold. This young man is Liang Pengfei, who rushed here to save people after hearing the news.

The voice was not high, but there was an indescribable coercion, as well as the arrogance and arrogance that he unintentionally exuded, which made those relatives who were just about to scold couldn't help but stagnate.

The leader of the recruits was displeased, and heard a rumbling sound of hooves, and then hundreds of knights galloping from horseback appeared at the head of the street, and soon they arrived in front of the Guangxiao Temple, and just a few paces away from the young man, the hundred horsemen shouted in unison, and the horses under him stopped behind the young man. The sweat on the head of the pro-soldier came down at once, and the knights in a hundred green clothes and short coats, all of them were fucking meaty, and their expressions were extremely arrogant, and their glances made the leader of the new soldiers feel cold on the soles of his feet, like the feeling of danger that made a hundred evil tigers stare at.

"Who are you waiting for, my lord, the eight banners of Guangzhou, the left capital, and the people of Bujia are making incense and making wishes in the temple at this moment." The leader of the pro-soldiers shouted loudly again.

"Get out of here!" The young man who had arrived first just now suddenly raised his thick and flying eyebrows, which actually gave the leader of the pro-soldier the illusion that two unsheathed long knives were worthy of his neck.

(To be continued)