"Ula ......"

Qin Beiyang shouted according to the habit of the Russian Red Army, and he almost raised his arm and brandished his saber. He had time to look into the stands—the gunfire was still there, and the assassination was not over.

He jumped off his horse and broke his knees and calves. Nine colors rushed back to their master, one man and one beast, jumping into the stands.

A man in black fled towards Qin Beiyang, chasing several patrols and bodyguards behind him, and the surrounding audience screamed and scattered.

Qin Beiyang didn't bring a Tang knife, and Jiuse couldn't transform, not to mention that just after three laps, it was equivalent to 4,800 meters, and the rider was also tired and out of breath. But he took a half-step back, stretched out a kick, deftly hooked the assassin, and kicked the opponent's pistol away, just in time for the patrol to pounce and bind the assassin to subdue.

The assassin was quite young, and he looked like a student, struggling and shouting: "A warlord is a national thief!" Everybody gets it! ”

The assassin is afraid that the revolutionary party of the Guangzhou military government is coming, and Qin Beiyang knows what kind of dignitaries the guests on the rostrum are today.

Because of the assassination incident, there were many corpses in the stands, and many riders and racing horses were injured, and a racing horse was "humanely destroyed" because of a broken leg, and he was killed with a sword to relieve the pain, and the "Lunar New Year Cup" champion award ceremony was hastily held.

The British president of the Shanghai Horse Racing Association personally presented the award, and the global horse racing boss hung a gold medal for Qin Beiyang, saying the London accent in a straight voice: "Young man, if you are half a foot shorter, I guarantee that you will become the best professional rider in the world!" What a pity! ”

Qin Beiyang smiled and said nothing, afraid that Japanese English would make people laugh. He had a gold medal and even received a prize of £1,000. This is not a small amount, 1 pound in the twenties of the last century is equivalent to 40 to 50 pounds today, and Mark Twain's "Million Pounds" in the 19th century is no less than the million silver of the Earl of Dharma.

Regardless of how much money he made, he just wanted to quickly lead the ghost god out of the land of right and wrong. The president of the Jockey Club said: "Mr. Qin, the owner of 'Catherine the Great', I want to meet you. ”

"You repented? I'm the owner of this sweaty horse! ”

The chairman shook his head awkwardly: "No, every horse that comes here to compete has an owner. Even if the champion horse is your lost stolen property, according to the rules, it must be the owner of the horse to return it to you. ”

Qin Beiyang had no choice but to return to the stage, and the audience had already dispersed - there were few winners, and they were happy; There are many losers, sad faces, gambling has been like this since ancient times.

I thought that the horse owner was a British nobleman, or a rich merchant with a big belly, but I didn't expect it to be a young Chinese, even more offspring than Qin Beiyang!

A fair-skinned boy in his early twenties, wearing a tweed army coat, a northeastern mink fur hat, and an epaulette with the rank of lieutenant general.

Qin Beiyang actually recognized this face - two years ago, in the assassination incident at the Harbin Railway Station, Qin Beiyang also rescued him, known as "Little Liuzi". Today in the Shanghai Racecourse Hall, someone tried to assassinate him again. There was also the corpse of a guard on the ground who had been shot in the head by the assassin, and it seemed that he was used to seeing this scene, how many enemies did he have at such a young age? Maybe it's his father's trouble?

The owner of the horse, "Little Liuzi", took off his white gloves and stretched out his hand to Qin Beiyang, with a northeast accent: "Congratulations!" See a Chinese horse racing champion for the first time! ”

"You're welcome!"

After a little hesitation, Qin Beiyang still shook hands with the "Little Sixth Son".

"You are Lu Bu among people, and Red Rabbit among horses!"

After all, Qin Beiyang was emotionally intelligent and mentally retarded, and when he heard the word "Lu Bu", he shook his head again and again: "Lu Bu is a chaotic minister and thief, and he died in Baimenlou!" is not talented in Qin Beiyang, admires Zhuge Kongming the most, and loves Liu Guanzhang who fought against Lu Bu even more. ”

"Hahaha, you're so interesting! Zhuge Kongming! Liu Guanzhang! Although Xiao Liuzi's voice was immature, his eyes already had the air of a king, "Then if I compare you to Guan Erye, and finally defeat Maicheng and die with the red rabbit horse, wouldn't it be even more unlucky?" ”

Qin Beiyang scratched his head, not knowing how to answer? simply said: "General, just now the British rider has admitted that the sweaty horse was stolen by him, and I am the real owner of the horse. ”

"Presumptuous!" The guard next to him said sharply, "Call the young marshal!" ”

It turned out that the word "general" had downgraded the word "young marshal" by one level, Qin Beiyang smiled bitterly and hugged his fists: "Young marshal!" ”

"Mr. Qin, the British rider I hired was unruly and caused you trouble, I apologize to you!"

"Thank you! Young marshal! Qin Beiyang turned around and was about to jump off the stands, "Then I'll leave!" There will be a period later! ”

"Wait!"

The guards surrounded him again, Qin Beiyang twisted his eyebrows, glanced at the nine colors next to him, and felt apprehensive.

"Brother Tai, you and I are the same age, I don't know how old you are?"

"I was born in the year of Gengzi, and I will be twenty-two in the New Year."

Xiao Liuzi smiled slightly: "I'm Xin Chounian, one year younger than you, then I should call you brother." ”

"Qin Beiyang, how can he be?"

"The first time we met, murder pays for life, theft and imprisonment, although I can't go to prison, but I should compensate you for the loss of stealing horses. What's more, you are the champion of today's 'Chinese New Year Cup', and I have won the honor and prize money in the name of the owner, which you and your horse have brought to me. In public and private, in sentiment and reason, I should have a good banquet for you! ”

The first meeting at Harbin Railway Station, Xiao Liuzi is a noble person who forgets things, how can he remember a nobody? What's more, in the past two years, Qin Beiyang has changed too much, I'm afraid I can't even recognize myself.

"Banquet?"

"Brother, you see that the sky is about to get dark, my brother has already chartered the outer building of Erma Road, please enjoy the light and move!"

"I'm sorry, young marshal, Qin Beiyang is just an ordinary man, he came to the horse racing hall today, just to retrieve the stolen love horse, he has no intention of being in the limelight, and he can't be accompanied."

As soon as he turned his head, he understood that he couldn't leave, and he was surrounded by armed squires, which was simply not an invitation, but a kidnapping.

"Hugh is rude!" Xiao Liuzi repulsed, "Brother, are you willing to make a friend of your brother?" ”

Qin Beiyang hesitated again and again, and saw that under the rostrum, Lao Jin, Zhongshan, Li Longsheng, Xiaojunwang, Qian Ke, and Caproni were waiting for him.

Unwilling to involve these brothers, Qin Beiyang waved his hand and said, "Everyone, I'll go back later tonight!" Lao Jin, please bring the ghost back to the inn, a stable alone, and take care of it! ”

"The hosts! Take care! ”

Lao Jin was still a British butler, and threw the cane "Stitch" into Qin Beiyang's hand. Li Longsheng signaled him to be careful with his eyes.

Seeing Lao Jin and the others leaving the horse race hall with sweaty horses, Qin Beiyang's task today was completed, and he had to go to Longtan Tiger's Den at night.

He also deduced that he was wearing a rider's suit and had to go down to change his clothes, but he actually wanted to sneak away. Unexpectedly, Xiao Liuzi's attendants had already sent Qin Beiyang's suit, trousers, and top hat suits. Reluctantly got into the locker room behind the rostrum, and came out in a few moments, turning back into a noble son.

Qin Beiyang stood with Xiao Liuzi in military uniform, a tall but shy one, a thin but domineering one, a good age of youth, a pair made in heaven and reversed.

Just about to get off the stands, Qin Beiyang turned around and saw the nine colors of the town's tomb beast, so he prayed to Xiao Liuzi: "Young marshal, this English mastiff is Beiyang's beloved thing, although its value cannot be compared with sweat and blood horses, but in my heart it is more precious than famous horses, and I don't leave an inch on weekdays." Truth be told, we both have to hug each other at night, so please allow me to bring it to the feast! ”

"Hahaha...... Brother, you are a standard gentleman, and you have a good voice! Presumably, in addition to famous horses and famous dogs, there must be famous beauties every night! I like it! ”

Qin Beiyang was surrounded by a large group of people and horses and walked out of the horse racing hall, and there were armed servants and horses in front and behind, and there was no chance to escape at all.

At this moment, his heart was extremely annoyed, and his right finger repeatedly wrote two words in the palm of his left hand-

Hidden

More than one person has said that Qin Beiyang, although he is intelligent, is clumsy in nature, but he must hide it even more clumsy.

What is Shanghai Racecourse? The Vanity Fair of the princes and generals, the gold cave of the upper class, and the broken soul slope of the prodigal son of the gambler. Qin Beiyang was bent on snatching back the ghostly god, but he forgot the warning of "hiding clumsy", and actually drove the sweaty horse, unexpectedly won the championship of the "Lunar New Year Cup" of horse racing, and became a figure in the limelight overnight. It's not so much about showing off the merits of his bravery, but rather about revealing the secrets that should be well protected.

Qin Beiyang is the master of Taibai Mountain, the heir of the Assassin Alliance Assasin, and must hide in the vast sea of people for the rest of his life.

Even if it is a soaring crane, it must be disguised as an ugly duckling in a pond.

He scolded himself 10,000 times in his heart, and someone just set off firecrackers, all of whom were gamblers who bet on the right sweat and blood, and happily bid farewell to today's hero - the first Chinese champion of the Shanghai Racecourse, a national hero in the Chinese sports world!

In the piercing sound of two hundred rings, Qin Beiyang seemed to hear someone calling his name, and it was actually still Japanese! Looking back, Nanjing Road is crowded with people, how can you tell what acquaintances you have?

A Mercedes-Benz car drove to the door, and Xiao Liuzi took Qin Beiyang's hand, sat in the back of the car together, and went to the outer building of the second road.