"Stop!"

"Son, stop!"

At this moment, the man who was fighting with Yang Shouwen suddenly shouted.

Before the words fell, the door of the bedroom on the side opened, and Song supported Yang Chenglie and walked out of it.

The big gun in Yang Shouwen's hand trembled, and several gun flowers appeared on the head of the gun.

The long sword in the man's hand also drew a wide arc, only to hear a soft sound, the tip of the spear and the spine of the sword struck, and the man's figure flew up like a feather, retreating several meters back. And Yang Shouwen also took advantage of the situation to retreat and put the big gun in front of him.

"Wait, who?"

Yang Chenglie shouted sharply, holding the Broken Dragon Treasure Knife.

The man motioned for his companion to put down his weapon, then took out a waist tag from his satchel, and threw it to Yang Chenglie.

He smiled at Yang Shouwen, "Young man, let's meet again." ”

In the courtyard, the firelight danced.

The old bearded man stood under the moon gate with a burning stick in one hand and a torch in the other.

Yang Shouwen caught fire, and then he saw the appearance of the middle-aged man clearly, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart, and his face changed.

That man, Yang Shouwen is no stranger.

More than ten years ago, he had seen the other party in the No. 3 courtyard of Hongfu Inn, which was Li Gongzi among the mysterious people.

"Is that you?"

Yang Shouwen's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Could it be that you are also the Lu family's eagle dog?" ”

"The Lu family?"

The man immediately laughed when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "It may be an eagle dog, but it has nothing to do with the Lu family."

Yang Dalang, good marksmanship...... I underestimated you before, but I didn't expect your spear skills to be so profound. ”

At this time, Yang Chenglie also saw clearly the waist card thrown by the man, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

He pushed the Song clan away, walked down from the porch with two quick steps, bowed and saluted: "The last general, Yang Chenglie, meet the general." ”

Yang Chenglie's actions surprised Yang Shouwen.

He looked at the man in amazement, a little unsure of what was going on.

And the man asked in surprise: "County Lieutenant Yang, are you ...... again?"

He could see that what Yang Chenglie was doing was a military etiquette, not a courtesy between officials.

Yang Chenglie said softly: "The last general was Zuo Fengchenwei, and in the first year of the heir, he moved to Zhichong Mansion in Junzhou to be the captain of Guoyi. ”

Feng Chenwei?

Yang Shouwen looked at Yang Chenglie with a blank expression, and looked at Yang Chenglie with some doubts.

When the man heard that Yang Chenglie had reported to his home, he also showed a stunned look, looked at him and said in surprise: "Are you Zuo Fengchenwei?" ”

The so-called Zuo Fengchen Guard, also known as Zuo Qianniu Guard, is one of the sixteen guards of the Southern Ya, and is in charge of the guards of the Imperial Sword, or it can be called the Ouchi guard. This is the inner personal guard of the emperor's side and enjoys a high status. Generally speaking, the person who can come out of Qianniuwei must be someone whom the emperor trusts very much.

However, how could he be a county lieutenant in this remote county?

The man glanced at Yang Chenglie a few times and put away his sword.

"I didn't expect that this little Changping is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."

Yang Chenglie showed a bitter smile, didn't make any explanation, just staggered to get out of the way, and said softly: "If the general doesn't give up, why don't you go into the house and talk in detail?" ”

"Childe!"

When the entourage heard this, he hurriedly called.

But the man waved his hand, "The person who can recognize my Fengchenwei waist card must not tell a lie."

Although I don't know why you succumbed to this Changping, I guess there is a problem that no one knows. County Lieutenant Yang, let's go to the house and talk. ”

With that, he walked towards the bedroom.

Yang Shouwen frowned slightly, stepped forward and said, "Father......"

"Son, come too."

It can be seen that Yang Chenglie has a lot of respect for the people who come, so he has a little respect in his words.

He signaled that Yang Shouwen didn't have to stop him, and then beckoned Yang Shouwen to come over.

Yang Shouwen glanced at the Li Gongzi, casually thrust the tiger swallowing gun into the ground, glanced at Ab Sijida, and then strode into the bedroom with Yang Chenglie. Song wanted to go in with Yang Chenglie, but was stopped by Yang Chenglie and motioned for her to wait outside. Li Gongzi's entourage then stood outside the bedroom door.

Walking into the room, Li Gongzi glanced left and right, and then sat on the couch.

"Son, sit down too."

Yang Chenglie nodded at Yang Shouwen, and then slowly sat down on the couch next to him.

"Do you recognize me?"

Yang Chenglie shook his head and said softly: "I don't recognize Your Excellency, but I recognize the waist card of General Zuo Fengchenwei." ”

"You ......"

Li Gongzi's face still had a trace of confusion.

However, he immediately waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Well, since you have bent over Changping, you must have your reason, and I will not ask again." My name is Li Yuanfang, and my ancestor is Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo, who won the favor of the saint in the first year of Tongtian and took over the post of General Zuo Fengchenwei. I came to you today, in fact, I had to do it as a last resort. I was sent by the old man Fengguo to come to Changping to investigate a matter, but I didn't expect to find that this small county town was so interesting.

Since you are from Zuo Fengchenwei, you must also know the weight of this.

I just want to tell you that I don't care how much you have been wronged now, but before you get my order, you must not act rashly, let alone take revenge on Lu Yongcheng without authorization. I'm not going to explain why, you know? ”

Li Yuanfang?

Yang Shouwen was stunned when he heard Li Gongzi report to his home, and turned his head to look at it in amazement.

Is it the grandson of Wei Guogong Li Jing? Yang Shouwen didn't feel much. However, Li Yuanfang's three words are obviously more shocking to him.

In later generations, a sentence 'Yuan Fang, what do you think?' It has led a trend.

For a long time, Yang Shouwen thought that Li Yuanfang in the film and television drama was a fictional character, is it really a person?

In fact, Li Yuanfang is indeed the son of Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo, and Li Yaoshi.

His father's name was Li Dejian, and he was a former official and a young eunuch. However, in the seventeenth year of Zhenguan, the crown prince Li Chengqian rebelled, and Li Dejian was implicated because he had a good relationship with Li Chengqian, and was exiled to Lingnan. Until the twenty-third year of Zhenguan, Li Jing died of illness, Li Dejian inherited the title of Duke of Weiguo, returned from Wuzhong, and then stayed at home.

Li Yuanfang's cousin Zijian, the old man in his mouth, that is, Di Renjie, a famous minister in the Wutang Dynasty.

Of course, Di Renjie and Li Yuanfang are not subordinate to later film and television works, he should be directly under Wu Zetian's orders.

Yang Shouwen was a little dazed, why did Li Yuanfang come to Changping?

The dignified General Fengchenwei can be said to be the confidant of Empress Wu Zetian, why did he come to this remote place?

Yang Chenglie frowned and stared at Li Yuanfang.

Li Yuanfang's request is not excessive.

He had just been attacked by the Assassins, and now Li Yuanfang wanted him to give up his revenge. Even if Yang Chenglie respects Li Yuanfang, he is still dissatisfied in his heart. Why? Is it because he Lu Yongcheng is a child of Fan Yang Lu's family?

Yang Chenglie's face became more and more ugly, and his hands were even more inadvertently clenched into fists.

Li Yuanfang's eyes were blazing, and he met Yang Chenglie's gaze, without the slightest intention of backing down.

"Not only that, but I also want you to hand over the command of the Marquis of Minzhuang to Lu Yongcheng, and declare to the public that he is seriously injured and cannot stay in the next few days."

"Why?"

Yang Chenglie's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and said a word.

If the gaze can kill, I believe that Li Yuanfang has been broken into thousands of pieces by him at this moment. A sense of humiliation that he had never felt before came to his heart, and it also made him angry. If he was ten years younger, Yang Chenglie might have turned his face.

But being a county lieutenant for ten years has also made him much calmer than back then.

After a long time, he asked in a deep voice.

Li Yuanfang looked at him, the candlelight reflected his angular face, but there was a gloomy atmosphere.

He smiled slightly and said softly: "No, because Lu Yongcheng wants to take over the command, you must hand over the command." ”