It's already early spring in February, and it's noon again, and the spring breeze is blowing, and it's not so biting.

After a few glasses of wine, the blood is boiling. Yang Qiuchi's alcohol consumption is not bad, it stands to reason that these old guys are not his opponents, but these people are all tested by alcohol, and they are all massive, and they are deliberately flattering, turning over to toast Yang Qiuchi, Yang Qiuchi drank happily and raised his glass to drink.

Drinking to Zhenghuan, a cool breeze blowing, Yang Qiuchi felt very happy, stood up and walked to the edge of the railing, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the river was rolling eastward, Yang Qiuchi on a whim, couldn't help shaking his head and chanting the slightly modified old man's famous poem "Water Tune Song Head": "Only drink the water of the capital, and eat Wuchang fish, thousands of miles of Yangtze River crossing, the eyes of Chu Tianshu." Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better than a leisurely stroll, and now it is said to be more than relaxed. The son said on the river: The deceased is like Sifu! ”

"Good words! A good sentence 'victory is a leisurely stroll'! The political envoy of Zuo Bu stroked his palms and praised, "Lord Yang turned the tide last night, just like a leisurely stroll, and only a majestic figure like Lord Yang can chant such poems!" ”

Yang Qiuchi smiled secretly in his heart: "Compare me to the old man? Haha, to paraphrase the sentence in "Bangs Chopping Wood": 'Then I'm not as good as you're'! ”

Master Shi also praised: "Yes, Lord Yang can really be described as both civil and military!" After a pause, he proposed with the strength of the wine: "Lord Yang seems to have only given the upper que, why don't we ask the adults to give the lower que together, and we will order someone to engrave the monument and stand here, our Yellow Crane Tower has one more scenic spot, and there is also this good story!" ”

Everyone applauded their hands in agreement, and the political envoy Zuo Bu picked up his wine glass and proposed: "How about we toast the adults for this?" Everyone agreed, got up and raised a glass to Yang Qiuchi: "Lord Yang, please!" "Drink it all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please!" Yang Qiuchi also raised his glass.

Back in ancient times, the plagiarism of [***] works was not discovered, and his face was revealed, Yang Qiuchi was so proud in his heart, he thought, if the word [***] is now chanted by himself, and they carved it and left it in the Yellow Crane Tower, hundreds of years later, [***] want to recite this poem again, then I don't know who copied whom, then it is called fun.

Thinking of this, Yang Qiuchi was about to open his mouth to read out the lower que of the old man Mao, when suddenly his heart moved, and he secretly screamed that it was not good, [***] There are two sentences of "a bridge flying north and south" and "more standing on the stone wall of the Xijiang River", which is the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge that was being built at that time and the giant hydropower station planned to be built. For a while, I couldn't think of how to steal these two sentences, and I was in a hurry, and my forehead was a little sweaty.

At this moment, I heard a loud click, and a black shadow rushed in from the sky!

How could a man fall from the sky? The rope behind explains that the man swung into the building from outside the roof with a rope, and looked out from the inside as if it were speeding from the sky.

This person was dressed in black clothes and trousers, his head was wrapped in black cloth, his face was covered with a black scarf, his figure was slender, and he reached out and grabbed Yang Qiuchi by the railing.

Song Yun'er reacted quickly, flipped her hand, showed a short blade, scolded, and stabbed at the black-clothed masked man. The man's hand flipped over, and he also had a short blade that was about the same, and he swung his sword to block, and the two swords intersected, the man in black only shook slightly, but Song Yun'er was shocked and took two steps back.

The man in black grabbed Yang Qiuchi's arm with his left hand, and Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt paralyzed and couldn't move. It must be that Jianwen Yu Dang is going to stab himself, he is horrified in his heart, and he wants to pull out his gun, but his two arms seem to no longer belong to him.

Zuo Bu's political envoy and others were so frightened that they shouted that there were assassins! Immediately hid under the table, and commanded Master Wu to raise a chair and was about to come up, but seeing that Yang Qiuchi was captured, he was not good at this kind of close-knit short fight, for fear of hurting Yang Qiuchi, and he hesitated for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Yuechan screamed and wanted to rush over to grab Yang Qiuchi, but was pulled by Xia Ping. Xia Ping immediately drew her long sword and flew to pounce.

Nangong Xiong was far away, and with this slow effort, Nangong Xiong also spread his wings and flew over, slashing at the man in black with a single knife.

At the same time, the cold light flashed, and Song Yun'er's short sword stabbed out again.

The black-clothed man grabbed Yang Qiuchi with his left hand, and the short blade in his right hand waved again, and when there were three crisp sounds, the black-clothed body was shaken violently, but he still firmly grasped Yang Qiuchi.

Song Yun'er was shocked and took a step back, but Nangong Xiong was shocked back two steps, Xia Ping was shocked and took a few steps back, slammed into the banquet table, and the wine glass and bowl fell to the ground!

Song Yun'er, Nangong Xiong, the two masters, plus Xia Ping, and the three of them struck with all their might, but they could only force the man in black to shake, not to mention that this person was still holding Yang Qiuchi with one hand, and the high level of martial arts was really shocking!

The man in black praised: "Good kung fu!" "Listening to this voice, it is crisp and pleasant, like a silver bell, but it is a woman. Seeing that the two of them were going to go up again, the man in black flipped his wrist, and the short sword was already on Yang Qiuchi's neck.

Song Yun'er and Nangong Xiong stopped suddenly, Song Yun'er's face turned pale, staring directly at the man in black, wanting to say something, but her lips trembled, but she didn't say it.

At this time, Xia Ping took a breath, suddenly came to her senses, and shouted: "She is the one who snatched the second grandmother!" Don't let her run! ”

It was too late, the man in black had already picked up Yang Qiuchi and clamped it under his armpit, and flew out backwards violently, the short blade in his right hand was gone, and he grabbed the long rope that hung down to the Yellow Crane Tower with his free hand, and descended high in the air and fell to the ground.

Yang Qiuchi was caught under the armpit by the man in black, unable to move at all, and when the man in black threw himself into the air, Yang Qiuchi couldn't see the rope that the man in black was holding behind him because his head was facing outward, only to see himself falling rapidly, layers of cornices passing quickly in front of him, and a heart was hanging violently due to the rapid fall, and he thought that the man in black was holding himself and jumping off the building and ending up together, so frightened that he screamed.

Just as Yang Qiuchi was waiting in horror for his head to hit the bluestone slab on the ground, waiting for death to come, his body slammed suddenly, he had stopped, but he was not dead, and his heart was ecstatic.

The officers and soldiers downstairs shouted: "What a person! Hold it! All knives and guns pounced, but they saw that Yang Qiuchi was caught under the armpit by the man in black, throwing rat traps, just shouting loudly, but they didn't dare to step forward to intercept.

In mid-air, I heard Song Yun'er's voice shouting, "Wait! He's my brother! Don't catch him! The voice approached quickly, but it was Song Yun'er who slipped down the rope.

Yang Qiuchi's heart warmed, and he felt that Song Yun'er was so important to him at this moment, but before he could continue to sigh, the man in black had already rushed out with him.

Xia Ping's words Yang Qiuchi also heard it, and was surprised and happy in his heart, could this woman be that martial arts senior? Is it the old pious woman who snatched her concubine? No, although Yang Qiuchi didn't see her face, he could tell from the delicate skin on the back of her hand that she was holding her hand that this woman was at most thirty years old, could it be that she claimed to be old and purely confused?

Yang Qiuchi can think about this problem flawlessly now, he was caught under the woman's armpit with his face outward, his whole body was sore, and he couldn't move, only to see the trees sweeping backwards quickly, and the cries of Song Yun'er and Nangong Xiong came from behind him. Presumably, the two of them chased after each other all the way.

At this time, his body turned, and then with a snap, Yang Qiuchi was placed face down on the back of a jujube red horse, and then with a bang, his whole body was covered by a black cloth. The man in black flew on the horse, pressed Yang Qiuchi's back with one hand, lifted the horse's reins, and clamped the horse's belly between his legs.

This horse is obviously a divine horse, although Yang Qiuchi's body is covered with a black cloth, he can still see the ground situation face down, he can only see the ground that has begun to sprout spring buds galloping backwards, the speed is much faster than just now, of course the speed of people cannot be compared with horses, Song Yun'er Their shouts gradually faded away, and then they couldn't be heard.

Although this is a divine horse, it is still very bumpy when it runs, Yang Qiuchi's ribs rested on the edge of the saddle, and it hurts with the bumps up and down, and I can't help but think of Duan Yu in Jin Yong's "Dragon Babu" was caught by Mu Wanqing, and he also ran on horseback like this, but I don't know if the person who grabbed him is also a beauty like Mu Wanqing.

If you die at the hands of a beautiful woman, you will respond to the sentence: "If you die under the peony flower, you will be a ghost." However, when this kind of romance really falls on his head, it is not poetic at all.

The woman didn't speak, but galloped on her horse. Yang Qiuchi was held down by her, his whole body was sore and couldn't move, but his mouth could still speak, this woman snatched her concubine, and now she snatched herself, what are you going to do, nervous and angry, and asked angrily: "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing with me? ”

The woman ignored him.

"Are you dumb?"

Still ignored, only the sound of hurried horses' hooves.

"I know, you must be an ugly bastard, that's why you cover your face and don't dare to see people!"

Syllable! Yang Qiuchi was slapped hard on the buttocks, and it hurt! Yang Qiuchi screamed, and then laughed out loud: "I was ashamed and angry, I guessed it, hahaha...... Ouch! "Another slap in the ass.

"Hey! Aren't you shy about spanking my big man's ass at a girl's house? ”

Syllable! Another slap, and after Yang Qiuchi's screaming stopped, the woman said coldly: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will hang you behind the horse and drag you away!" ”

Yang Qiuchi was so frightened that he quickly shut up, remembering that Duan Yu was tortured by Mu Wanqing like this, is this person Mu Wanqing, how can he think the same. I can't bear the loss in front of me, and I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

The woman snorted coldly when she heard that Yang Qiuchi was silent, and continued to gallop on her horse. After running a stick of incense, he left the main road and continued to run along a small road.

(To be continued)