Chapter 220: The Green Skin in the Western Suburbs
Tarhan looked up and saw that the steel seal in the official master's hand was nothing else, it was his own troop transfer letter, which was engraved with the words Turkic: military order is like a mountain, but he was not sure whether this official or master could understand this thing, so he replied vaguely: "If you return to your lordship, this is my seal." As soon as this remark came out, the official master snapped and said: "What a bold man, you Turkic spy dare to break into our imperial capital, what do you want, why don't you quickly recruit from the truth?" ”
Talhan's heart tightened, and the secret passage was over, this guy already knew his identity. So he hurriedly shouted: "Adult Mingjian, the small one is wronged, the little one is not a spy, he is really just an ordinary businessman, and this seal letter was also picked up by me halfway in Che Chi Country." The official didn't believe Talhan's words at all, and said to the officials in the hall: "You are so dishonest, it seems that if you don't give you a little power, you don't know what it's like for us to kill the power here. ”
Ladies and gentlemen, the ancient military stick is made of solid poplar trunks, and the flexibility and firmness are resounding, and there is a trick to beating the sticks. If these forty sticks are finished, it is estimated that even a big man like Tarhan will have to lie in bed for a month.
The two officials pressed him to the ground, and the other two officials raised their sticks and crackled, and after a few hits, Taal Khan broke out in a cold sweat on his head, gritted his teeth, and seemed a little unbearable, but he never shouted, these Han people dared to beat themselves when they came up, and one day they would retaliate against them. He thought to himself. The official master above watched the officials fight hard against this barbarian.
If you change to a rich and powerful Han man, it is estimated that the style of play will be different, as long as you spend the money in place, forty sticks to beat it, except for a slight flesh wound, nothing else, why? I just said that the official who beats the stick has been operating this technique all year round, and he has already found his way out of the door, how to beat you can make life worse than death, such as water on your pants, and a dozen skin and flesh. Another example is that if you spend money to buy off the officials, then when they beat you, they also raise the stick high, but the speed of falling is very fast, and they will withdraw when they get wet, which is called lifting high and retreating.
Talhan only received more than 20 sticks, his face turned blue, his lips were black, and he couldn't bear it, at this time, a waiter dressed in royal clothes came up in the back hall and whispered a few words in Fu Yin's ear, and then retreated, Fu Yin listened to the words of the attendant, waved his hand and said: "Stop, today for the time being, write down the number of sticks that this person has not finished beating and take him to fight later, first put him in prison for the time being, and retire from the court." With that, he ran briskly towards the back hall. The master followed.
Yuwen Wu was tasting a cup of tea in the back hall at this time, and Fu Yin took out all the good tea he treasured to honor him. He had been on Xianyang's side before, and rushed to Chang'an as soon as he learned the news of Wei Shouding's assassination, and he wanted to make sure that the emperor was not threatened or harmed. The real culprit was not found in the previous poisoning of Yuwentai, and now there are court officials who have been assassinated in the market, which must be the same group of people, and it is very likely that the assassin sent by Gao Huan did it.
So after he learned that Chang'an Mansion caught the suspect, he hurried over to monitor the trial, this matter is not trivial, but he has to personally interrogate, but unfortunately when the case is still being examined, his henchmen came to report, saying that he found the traces of the real suspect in the alleys in the western suburbs, which made Yuwen Hu a head and two big, he still believes in the ability of his subordinates, this must be the stupid Fu Yin caught the wrong person by the wrong object.
Fu Yin stepped forward with a smile and said, "Lord Wang, what are you calling Xiaoxiao?" The trial of the case is almost over. Yuwen Huxin said: You are also called eyebrows, and you want to bend into a trick when you come up, and it is too easy for you to be an official. But he still said kindly: "Put this case aside for now, I may find the real murderer over there, you quickly send someone to investigate with my attendants in the western suburbs." As soon as these words came out, even the master behind Fu Yin was dumbfounded, things changed a little fast, originally the two of them planned to let everything be carried down by this barbarian of Fanbang, and they would save trouble, but the real murderer who died is someone else, isn't this a slap in the face.
Helpless, Fu Yin hurriedly arranged for the official on duty to take people to follow the fifty percent of the soldiers and horses to the western suburbs to find out.
The western suburbs of Chang'an have always been slums, and this is also the entrance of the vegetable market, where criminals are killed, so it has always been a place where unclean cases often occur, and the floating population and those homeless idle people are scattered.
Yan Xiaowu is seventeen years old this year, he grew up here, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree here, where there are paths and pits, he can find them with his eyes closed. When he was a child, Xiao Wu learned some kung fu from an old man who ran the rivers and lakes in Chang'an City, and he was so brave and ruthless, so in his later life in the western suburbs, there was no one who didn't know him.
Yan Xiaowu is an orphan, he doesn't even know who his parents are, he was picked up by a kind old beggar in the wasteland, it is said that he was less than a year old at the time, someone left a letter on his baggage, saying that his parents are dead, the child can not be raised, and he was thrown in the wasteland on the edge of the official road waiting for the well-wisher to pick it up. From then on, the old beggar begged from house to house in the western suburbs to raise him until he was fifteen years old, and later he also fell ill and died.
Because he has no name and surname, so he followed the old beggar surnamed Yan, why is it called Xiao Wu, because this child has eaten a lot since he was a child, and others are full of three meals a day, but he eats four or five meals and is still hungry, and the old beggar is not recruited to divide the two meals into four points, and give him a little at a time, so people give him the nickname Xiao Wu, and later call it a little bit of Xiao Wu, and later call it a little five, and people who don't know the details still think that he is doing five at home, but in fact he is an orphan.
Yan Xiaowu is usually more righteous and knows kung fu, so no one can stop this hooligan martial arts. often take his fox friends and dog friends to fight with the boys of other nearby villages to "grab land", which piece of jujube tree belongs to whom, which piece of apple tree is charged by whom, this is all out of the fight to see, even so he is more victorious and less defeated.
One day, Yan Xiaowu took a few friends to pee and play with mud on the street, and a little friend with unclean hands and feet came to tell him that it was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl from the entrance of the village, dressed very cleanly and beautifully, and looked at it and estimated that she had a little money on her. Yan Xiaowuyi rolled her eyes when she heard this, and said in her heart: This is a deal, and I plan to rob the little girl's things first, and then tie her up and let the family pay for her.
A few boys followed him to the entrance of the village, and sure enough, he saw a handsome little girl who was resting under the big tree. Yan Xiaowu's heart was moved when he saw it, and the kid behind him seemed to see his thoughts, so he said on the ground: "Big brother, let's snatch this girl back and be your daughter-in-law, I see that this little girl looks good." ”
Yan Xiaowu ignored him and walked directly towards the girl. The girls also seemed to notice that these boys leaned over with bad intentions, but pretended to be calm and casual. Yan Xiaowu opened his mouth and asked: "What is the little girl's family running around, don't you know that you have to charge money to rest and enjoy the cool on my fifth master's territory?" As if she hadn't heard, the little girl took out the kettle and wanted to pour some water.
Yan Xiaowu had never been ignored like this before, as long as he signed up for the number, if he knew someone on the other side, he would admit that he would obediently give money and leave. If you don't know it...... If you don't know it, it's estimated that you're going to fight, and after the fight, you'll know him Yan Xiaowu. But this is a girl, very beautiful, if he is rude, he will obviously lose his identity, the most important thing is that he likes this girl a little bit in his heart, and he really can't do it.
Yan Xiaowu was a little angry when he saw that the girl ignored him, and stepped forward to stand in front of the girl, and said loudly, "Are you deaf?" I'll talk to you, sir! At this time, Qingluo raised her head and looked at the little boy in front of her, who didn't know the height of the sky, and smiled on her face, as beautiful as a peony blooming, only to hear her smile and say: "Big fart, don't care what you call yourself, and don't see if your milk hair is clean." ”
Yan Xiaowu felt happy when she saw her smile, but when she heard her laugh at her age, her face sank at the moment, and she said in a low voice: "I see that you don't know my fifth master's methods, and after a while, I will tie you up and lock you in a small black room, and you will know what it means to be afraid." After speaking, he shouted to the younger brothers behind him: "Give it to me, tie her up and lock her up in our temple." ”
Qingluo came out on leave today, she has not been to the grave of her relatives for several years, this time she finally seized the opportunity to fake the public and private and asked the Empress Dowager Yao for half a day off to worship the ancestors, because she usually does things smartly and will please people, and worshipping the ancestors is also a matter of filial piety, so Yao approved, this is not that she just came back from the mass grave in the western suburbs, got up early in the morning and was busy until now, finally busy, planning to rest under the big tree at the entrance of the village, and then return to the city after the end, this is good, meet these young boys.
When a few sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys heard the news, they came up to arrest her, what kind of skill Qingluo was, she knocked them down with three strokes and five divided by two, and then smiled triumphantly at Yan Xiaowu: "Master, your subordinates seem to be average, why don't you tie me up yourself?" "Qingluo also grew up in the slums since she was a child, and she has never seen any battles, and she knows the rules there. If she hadn't been a killer with Xiaoyao Pavilion, it is estimated that she would also be a famous female "green skin" in the western suburbs of Chang'an.
Yan Xiaowu didn't expect that this little girl who looked very sven would be very powerful as soon as she made a move, and she was a little drumming in her heart, but he was unconvinced: "Damn, you waste snacks, you can't cure a girl, all spread out, look at me!" As soon as the little boys on the ground heard that the boss was going to go into battle in person, they all quickly got up and rolled to the side to watch.
Yan Xiaowu rolled up his arms and sleeves, shouted twice in his mouth and rushed towards Qingluo, he learned hard qigong, this thing is resistant. Qingluo gently dodged his impact, opened his body with his palm, and stumbled by the way, Yan Xiaowu was almost thrown into a, and Qingluo behind him also pushed him hard, and he stumbled towards the big tree, with a muffled sound, a big bag protruded on his forehead.
This really annoyed him, no one had ever dared to tease him like this, but then again, if Yan Xiaowu knew that Qingluo was a first-class killer in Xiaoyao Pavilion, it was estimated that he would not fight her even if he was given ten dares. The difference in strength is too big, and it will only be humiliated in vain. But he didn't know the details of Qingluo, so he just met a little girl who knew a little kung fu today, so no one could stop the man's desire to conquer. Xindao must take down your little girl today, otherwise I won't be able to mix in this area, and I will be defeated by a woman.
He turned around and waved his fists, shouted, and kicked at Qingluo, this time it was real. The foot wind whistled, Qingluo's face sank and she quickly dodged back, and then threw the kettle in her hand with a swish, and shouted in her mouth: "Look at the move!" Yan Xiaowuyi kicked the air and was about to retreat, when suddenly a black shadow in front of him, only to see something smashed over, he didn't dare to take it, so he could only bow his head and dodge. He lowered his head, and Qingluo stepped forward and pressed his neck and slapped him lightly on the back.
Yan Xiaowu was beaten and almost fell to the ground, this palm seemed to be light and fluttering, but Qingluo used internal force, and the strength was penetrating. Yan Xiaowu was beaten and crawled to the side, and then Qingluo looked at him with her hands behind her back and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Fifth Master, how can you make a big salute to the little woman, this one doesn't dare to be, hehehe." Yan Xiaowu really lost face now, this little girl in front of her is really skilled, she was beaten to the ground without even touching the side of others, but he is a good-looking person, and he refuses to bow his head and admit defeat easily, so he shouted and picked up his fists and rushed forward. (To be continued.) )