Wang Quanquan and Yan's mother talked from morning to noon, and Yan's mother became more and more satisfied with this young man who might become her son-in-law, and finally simply proposed to let the other party stay for dinner.

The king's authority does not shirk.

Just when the two were talking and laughing, a red shadow rushed in from outside the mansion, and the person who came was naturally Yan Rongrong.

As soon as Yan Rongrong entered the door, she saw Wang Quanquan, she was stunned at first, and then her face turned slightly red, but it was only for a moment that she walked directly to the backyard, and Yan's mother quickly got up and chased after her.

"Mother, have you seen my red tassel gun?" Yan Rongrong asked his mother behind him a question as he walked.

"What are you looking for in broad daylight, the eighth prince came to see you, and he didn't say hello."

"I'm going to deal with some things with Sister Nie, and I won't eat at home at noon, so you can have a good chat."

Yan Rongrong pulled out his spear from the weapon rack next to the wall, and then left the house without looking back, not forgetting to look back at the king's authority before leaving.

The king's authority is a giggle throughout the whole process.

It wasn't until Yan Rongrong completely disappeared at the door that Wang Quanquan asked Mrs. Yan on the side, "Miss Yan, ...... this?" ”

"Oh, I guess it's the son who offended her again." Yan's mother said with some embarrassment, it seems that this kind of thing happens from time to time.

"Haha, Miss Yan is really temperamental, and women should be like this!" Wang Quanquan didn't care, but seemed to appreciate Yan Rongrong's character.

Yan's mother couldn't help but show appreciation in her eyes when she heard this, if you talk about temperament, Yan's mother back then was a little stronger than Yan Rongrong now.

She was not born in a dignitary, but from a small town in Donglu, and her family has been doing darts for generations, and after several generations of efforts, she has established a dart game of more than a dozen people.

Donglu women are not as tender as Jiangnan women, nor are they as fierce as Northwest women, they have a stubbornness of self-reliance and self-improvement in their bones, they can not only go to the hall, but also go down to the kitchen, and have left many deeds in history that people talk about.

Therefore, many famous clans are also proud to be able to marry Donglu women.

Mrs. Yan, who was born in a dart family, has the unique character of a Donglu woman.

Mrs. Yan's real name is Ning Xiaowan, her name is graceful, and she is also beautiful.

In those years, not to mention the lazy men and singles in the village, but to say that the matchmakers invited by serious people, they were about to step on the threshold of the Ning family's dart bureau.

Ke Ning Xiaowan didn't dare to be interested in the love of men and women, but because she was exposed to it since she was a child, she was extremely obsessed with martial arts and darts.

In the autumn of that year, the Ning Family Dart Bureau received more commissions than in previous years, and all of them were regular customers.

The most taboo thing to do is to push out the commission, which will have an impact on the reputation of the game.

Because he was too busy, Ning's father had no choice, so he had to entrust a few small ones to his daughter, so Ning Xiaowan took a few dart masters and started the first dart trip in her life.

At first, it was quite smooth, most of them just transported some grain or cloth, and after three or two trips, Ning Xiaowan also had a certain understanding of the doorway.

But just as I was on the last dart, something unexpected happened.

While they were escorting supplies to the west, they encountered a group of bandits on the way, and there were rules on the road, usually when encountering this kind of thing, they could spend money to eliminate the disaster, even if the business was lost, it could not damage the reputation of the dart game.

But this group of people is obviously not an ordinary bandit, not only murderous, but also directly slashed and killed an old oilman in a dart game when he handed out a silver ticket.

The leader of the bandits was a black-faced man who spoke a dialect that did not belong to the local area.

He fell in love with the beautiful Ning Xiaowan in the dart division team from the first sight, and at this time, he smiled and reached out to touch her chest.

The young Ning Xiaowan's temper was even stronger than Yan Rongrong's, and she directly drew her knife and slashed at the mountain bandit in front of her, but the mountain bandit was already on guard, not only easily dodged the attack, but also casually handed over Ning Xiaowan's weapon.

Seeing this, the other robbers suddenly burst into flames, and slashed at the rest of the dart masters, who were all in the forefront of the dart game with martial arts qualifications, but they couldn't last a round, and they were all killed.

The black-faced man looked at Ning Xiaowan, whose face was pale, licked his lips and said:

"Lao Tzu looked at you and wanted to be taken captive to the mountain to be the lady of the village, since you don't know how to lift, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite, the brothers were chased and killed all the way by that guy, and they were scared all day long, and they were suffocated these days."

Although Ning Xiaowan was afraid, she still had the courage to ask, "Who are you?" ”

"Who? Hahaha, it doesn't hurt to tell you. Lao Tzu was originally a hundred households, born and died on the battlefield, fought for so many years, and finally was pulled to be beheaded because of a little mistake, thanks to Lao Tzu who was excited enough, and ran out in advance with his brothers. ”

Hearing this, Ning Xiaowan's originally pale face had turned pale, and she finally understood now, no wonder the combat power of this group of bandits was so amazing, it turned out to be a deserter from the battlefield.

Looking at the other party's posture, I am afraid that I will be humiliated next, rather than being humiliated, it is better to die happily.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaowan relented and rushed to a boulder on the side of the road, trying to hit her head to death.

Unexpectedly, the black-faced sweat had expected it, stepped forward and grabbed her hair, pulled it back, leaned into her ear and whispered:

"As long as you serve Uncle Ben comfortably, Uncle Ben can give you a good time, so as not to be tasted by my brothers."

Two lines of cold tears flowed down Ning Xiaowan's cheeks, she now regrets it very much, regretting why she didn't listen to her parents in the first place, being an ordinary woman, marrying a good family, and teaching her husband and children for the rest of her life.

But it's too late to say anything now......

"Oh yes, you made such a beautiful girl cry, it's just damn good."

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the woods on the side, with three points of disdain, three points of coldness, three points of carelessness, and a part of ridicule.

"Who is it?" The black-faced man spoke in a deep voice.

"If you don't change your name or change your surname, Zhao Zhiyi is also!"

"Bastard, chased Lao Tzu all the way, Lao Tzu fought with you."

The black-faced man pushed Ning Xiaowan to his subordinates on the side, and then pulled out the standard saber at his waist.

"Oh, that's what your general taught you?"

At this moment, a young swordsman walked out of the woods, the young swordsman was dressed in black, but there was a snow-white sword hanging from his waist, and the sword looked more delicate and dusty in comparison.

"Less nonsense, brothers, kill him."

The black-faced man was obviously angry, and he swung his knife and rushed at the man in the distance.

"Anyone who violates military discipline will die!"

The black-clothed swordsman's face was grim at this time, and his tone was not like the previous banter, as if military discipline was an untouchable reverse scale in front of him.

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