"Uh..." a painful moan came out of Yang Bing's mouth, looking at the gun in his hand, there were no more bullets, Yang Bing smiled calmly: "This time I really got rid of it." ”

"Bang!" A red-hot bullet hit Yang Bing's heart accurately, and Yang Bing didn't feel pain, but felt his body tremble. Looking at the sea in the distance with difficulty, he wanted to wave at them when he saw that his comrades had been successfully evacuated. But his hands seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that they seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he wanted to lift them, but he didn't move, and with the eyelids of his eyes slowly closing, Yang Bing lost consciousness. "Young Master Yang? Oops, my Young Master Yang! Yang Bing, who was in a daze, felt that someone was shaking his body, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, Young Master Yang, you're finally awake!" Yang Bing opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup, but she was dressed as an ancient, and her body exuded a pungent fragrance.

As his consciousness gradually cleared up, Yang Bing sat up suddenly: "What's the matter!" Me, am I not sacrificing? ”

Looking at the surrounding environment, it looks like an ancient room, the interior is richly decorated, and the room is filled with a strong fragrance.

Looking down at himself again, Yang Bing was surprised to find that his hair had turned into long hair, and the clothes on his body were also a blue robe.

Just as he was about to speak, a sharp pain suddenly came from his brain, and a bunch of messy memories poured into Yang Bing's brain.

Yang Bing, the eldest son of Yang Xiyuan, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, was spoiled when he was a child because he was the only son in the family, and by the time Yang Xiyuan found out that his son had become a young master, it was already too late.

This Yang Bing is a well-known young master of waste wood in Kyoto, and it is rumored that this young master is extremely lustful, and when he was eight years old, he needed three maids to sleep with him, and this girl in Kyoto's green house was also played by him, and she was lascivious all day long.

After briefly digesting the memories in his mind, Yang Bing understood: "I'm here, crossed over?" ”

Without waiting for Yang Bing to ask, the middle-aged woman just now pulled up Yang Bing: "Eh, my Yang Dashao, don't be in a daze, your old man is here, you hurry up and run through the back door, if Lord Yang finds out that you are in my drunken flower building again, you must not lift my roof!" ”

Yang Bing was dragged outside by a middle-aged woman, and along the aisle outside, he came to the kitchen of Zuihualou, Yang Bing looked at this middle-aged woman, and a name 'Mother Sun' came to his mind.

Mother Sun anxiously ordered someone to open the back door, and when a guy saw that it was Yang Bing, he immediately ran over and skillfully opened the secret door hidden behind the wall, obviously having done it many times.

"Young Master Yang, you have returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but don't tell Lord Yang that you came to me, I thank you!" Mother Sun pushed Yang Bing out the door as she spoke.

This drunken flower building was originally the largest green building in Kyoto, and as the old bustard here, Sun's mother has experienced everything over the years, but she has never seen Yang Bing like this, as the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, but frequently in and out of the elegant place, which makes Yang Xiyuan very angry, as a military general, Yang Xiyuan was already short-tempered, and after learning about Yang Bing's unbearable actions, he always came to the drunken flower building to find someone.

And the mother of the old bustard's grandson in Zuihualou naturally loves and hates this Yang Bing, and loves Yang Bing is the son of the prime minister, a powerful person in Kyoto, and naturally hates because of Yang Bing's approach, her business in Zuihualou is getting worse and worse.

Just last month, Yang Xiyuan brought people to her drunken flower building and smashed it three times, during which he also accidentally injured many guests in front of Sun's mother's door, but Sun's mother also dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, after all, she was the prime minister of the dynasty, and she was just a Fengyue woman, and Lord Yang could ask for her own head with a word.

As soon as Yang Bing was pushed out of the door, several soldiers with knives rushed in behind him, all of them exuding murderous aura.

The soldiers burst into the kitchen, blasted the others out, and then stood respectfully in two rows in the doorway.

Mother Sun looked at the kitchen door, only to see a man walk in, wearing a black robe, walking with a long walk, although he was nearly fifty years old, but his figure was even more burly than those family members.

"Yang, Lord Yang, why did you have time to come to my place?" Mother Sun was already flustered, and standing in front of Yang Xiyuan, she was even more unconfident in speaking.

"Humph! Ask while knowing the answer! The man is Yang Bing's father, Yang Xiyuan, the prime minister of the dynasty, Yang Xiyuan, who was born as a military general, standing there without any expression on his face to look angry and arrogant.

Mother Sun smiled again and again to pander: "Lord Yang, the little woman is stupid, I don't know what you mean?" ”

Yang Xiyuan glanced at the wall behind Sun's mother, and then at Sun's mother, and the look seemed to say, "Do you confess yourself, or do I do it myself?" ”

Mother Sun's eyes were so sharp, and when she saw Yang Xiyuan looking behind her, she took a deep breath and kept saying in her heart: "You must leave, Young Master Yang, you must be!" ”

Mother Sun turned around and opened the secret door, and when she saw that the backyard was empty, Mother Sun instantly breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord Yang, I don't know what you mean by that?" ”

Yang Xiyuan saw that the backyard was empty, and naturally knew that his waste son had already run away: "If I knew again that you dared to let Yang Bing come to you, I would definitely demolish your drunken flower building." Yang Xiyuan put down a cruel word, turned around and left without looking back, and the soldiers also followed neatly.

Seeing them walk away, Mother Sun instantly sat down on the ground: "Young Master Yang, Young Master Yang, you really make me love and hate!" ”

At this moment, Yang Bing was walking alone on the streets of the Ming Dynasty a little lonely, and now he has fully accepted the fact that he has crossed over, but he is still a little uncomfortable that he has died once.

Coming to a tea stall on the side of the road, Yang Bing sat down to ask the shopkeeper for a bowl of tea, digesting the memories of this body in his brain.

I have to say that the previous owner of this body really made Yang Bing feel scorned, he was simply a pervert born in a big family, and when he was eight years old in his memory, he had already slept with three white-skinned and beautiful maids in his arms.

So that over the years, his body has long been hollowed out by wine, and his face looks even worse than those addicts, but fortunately, the most basic function of men is still there, which also makes Yang Bing breathe a sigh of relief, he doesn't want to live again and become an incompetent man.

However, when he thought that his father in the Ming Dynasty was Yang Xiyuan, the prime minister of the dynasty, Yang Bing still had some comfort in his heart: "Fortunately, I didn't cross over to the poor family, otherwise it would be uncomfortable." ”

Picked up the tea bowl and drank it all, and it took a long time to touch a copper plate from his body, Yang Bing sighed: "Alas, this big brother, how much money did you throw into that drunken flower building, why is there a copper plate on your body." "Throw this copper coin to the shopkeeper.

"God, since you gave me this opportunity, then I have to make a good comeback!!" Yang Bing yelled at the sky, and then ignored the surprised eyes of passers-by, and walked in the direction of home according to the memory in his mind.