The Great Song Dynasty Bianliang Teaching Workshop is famous for its talented women, and Master Li is the first talented woman and the first beauty in the Teaching Workshop, and her reputation is even more resounding in Bianliang.

The teaching workshop is all the children of the Song Dynasty prisoners, belonging to the court artists, mostly singers and dancers, it is an official brothel, but it is much more high-end than the general brothel, and the children of non-powerful people cannot enter.

Every year, the school will select the Oiran, and each Oiran is the goal pursued by countless high-ranking officials and celebrities.

As an Oiran, he has the privilege of receiving guests freely in the workshop, and the owner of the workshop cannot force him to receive customers.

Li Shishi, as the Oiran for three consecutive years, she is a well-deserved No. 1 prostitute in the capital, I don't know how many romantic talents, high-ranking officials and distinguished guests want to be a Qing Fangze, but Li Shishi is famous, arrogant by nature, and there are not many people who can enter his eyes.

So far, this Qinglou famous prostitute has only received two guests, one is the son of the former prime minister, has always been rich and famous Wang Guanren, after that night, Wang Guanren abandoned the official and went into hiding, never to serve in the capital again, Li Shishi's fame is even louder.

The other one is today.

When the news of Master Li's pick-up came out, countless powerful people in the capital wanted to know the identity of the other party, but none of them found out the identity of the other party.

In this part of the capital, there are not many people who can hide their identities, and soon the insiders will know who Master Li's guests are.

In today's world, if you can hide your identity in the capital and meet Master Li, except for being the prime minister of the dynasty, only the palace is left.

Prime Minister Cai Jing has always been a bad woman, only greedy for money! On the contrary, it is the official family in the palace who has always liked to hunt for beauty among the people, and the identity of Master Li's guests does not know himself.

As a legal brothel of the official family, the workshop is located in the core area of Bianliang, not far from the palace, in the past, high-ranking officials and nobles came and went endlessly, but today it is rare to have a lot of doormen, but there are many big men standing near the workshop, these people are full of spirit, although they are wearing ordinary clothes, but they are not ordinary people at first glance.

Master Li's Oiran Workshop is in the deepest part of the workshop, with an elegant environment and pavilions, and people who don't know it think it's a big family.

Today, there is a beautiful sound of the piano in the Oiran Workshop, and even the birds in the sky are attracted, hovering in the sky, and refusing to leave.

Suddenly, the birds hovering in the air seemed to be frightened by something, and they scattered and fled, and the sound of the piano in the Oiran Fang came to an abrupt end.

There was a loud roar, the roof of the attic shattered, and a huge man with a strong figure broke into the attic and saw the people inside.

Master Li covered his face with a light veil, sat in front of the piano, and when he found that someone had broken the roof, he exclaimed and shrank to the wall in fright.

There was a middle-aged man opposite Master Li, with an extraordinary bearing, and he didn't panic when he saw someone breaking in, because there was still a person standing next to him.

The man next to the middle-aged man had a white face and beard, and he looked quite young, but he had a little more feminineness, and when he found that someone had broken in, he screamed: "Dare to be a thief!

The young man shot quickly, his hands flew up, and ten thin needles flew out, directly stabbing the person, and the speed was so fast that few people on the rivers and lakes could reach it.

The blue light flashed on the face of the visitor, and the thick qi exploded, turning into an iron wall, and it was difficult to enter after ten silver needles pierced the skin.

"Faint King, suffer death!" The big man drank violently, shook the silver needle, and blasted out with a punch, like a dragon, roaring out, and rushed straight to the middle-aged man, accompanied by a deafening loud sound.

The middle-aged man is naturally Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty who paid a private visit to Weifu.

"Qinglong Xiao! Manichaean Qinglong King?" The young man was shocked when he saw the move made by the big man, grabbed Zhao Ji, flew away, turned into a dazzling shadow, and wanted to break out of the window.

"Save Master Li!" Zhao Ji was worried about the safety of the beauty, and wanted his personal eunuch Huang Ping to save Master Li.

Huang Ping shook his teeth, and after thinking about it left and right in his heart, he still decided to save Zhao Ji first, as for Master Li, he was just a prostitute, how could he compare with the life of the official family.

In a huge dragon roar, Master Li's small building turned into pieces, and a black shadow flew out from the debris in the sky, it was Huang Ping with Zhao Ji.

"Help!" Huang Ping shouted, wanting to beckon the surrounding Ouchi guards to escort him, but after three breaths, there was no movement around, and Huang Ping's face was extremely ugly.

This time, Zhao Ji paid a private visit and brought a hundred masters to secretly guard the vicinity of the workshop, but now there is no movement, I am afraid that those people are more auspicious.

Huang Ping didn't think about it, he pulled Zhao Ji and ran in the direction of the palace, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he was alert in his heart, and his body moved half an inch horizontally, completely blocking Zhao Ji.

The next moment, a sword light flashed, and a sword stabbed Huang Ping's shoulder, and with Huang Ping's speed, he couldn't avoid it.

The swordsman who suddenly appeared, his face was pale, but the hand holding the sword was very stable, and the swordsmanship was as fast as lightning.

In Manichaeism, the only person who can draw a sword so quickly is Zheng Heping, one of the four great Dharma Kings.

Now that Duanmuqi, the Blue Dragon King, and Zheng Heping, the Black Panther King, among the four Dharma Kings, have appeared, Huang Ping estimates that the Flower Elephant King and the White Tiger King are probably nearby.

Sure enough, the next moment two figures floated in, a man and a woman, an old and a young, the man looked like he was in his early forties, with a horizontal face, and his figure was even stronger than the Qinglong King, and the woman was in her seventies, with a wrinkled face and a floral cloth shirt.

The male is the white tiger king Yanfei, and the female is the flower elephant king Hua Huahua.

The Green Dragon King Duanmuqi came out of the wreckage of the attic in ruins, and surrounded Huang Ping and Zhao Ji with the other three Dharma Kings.

"What about Li Meiren?" Zhao Ji stepped on the building as soon as he saw it, and Master Li did not appear, with a sad face.

"Faint King, I'm still thinking about women when I'm dying!" The Flower Elephant King snorted coldly, although she is a woman, she is so murderous that she is the crown of the four Dharma kings.

The Qinglong King smiled cruelly at Zhao Ji and said: "Sister Hua, we have to thank this faint monarch, if it weren't for his lustful life, the good palace would not wait, how could we have a chance to kill him!"

The White Tiger King and the Black Panther King also showed a cruel smile, in their opinion, Zhao Ji was already a turtle in an urn, waiting to be slaughtered.

Cold sweat had soaked Huang Ping's shirt, on the one hand because of the wound on his shoulder, and on the other hand because he was nervous.

Of the four Dharma Kings, the worst kung fu is the peak of the True Yuan Realm, and the strongest Qinglong King is a master of the True Gang Realm, Huang Ping asked himself if he was an opponent.

If he usually encounters the Four Dharma Kings, Huang Ping can always run if he asks himself, but now that Zhao Ji is behind him, he can't go anywhere.

"Little eunuch, do you still want to protect that faint monarch?" said the Flower Elephant King Yin Yin Yin said with a smile.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, dare to assassinate Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of the Zhulian Nine Clans?" Huang Ping was still a little loyal, and he had always been in front of Zhao Ji.

"Thanks to the faint king, the nine clans of Lao Tzu have long been dead!" the White Tiger King shouted angrily and took the lead in punching.

The White Tiger King practiced kung fu all over his body, with great strength, and was invulnerable, a punch slipped out, the air exploded, and Huang Ping's cheeks hurt just by blowing the fist wind.

At this time, the Black Panther King's long sword moved lightly, and the sword light pierced Huang Ping's legs and knees.

The Flower Elephant King's hands were like a thousand-armed Guanyin, and countless hidden weapons stabbed Huang Ping's body.

The three Dharma Kings shot at the same time, blocking Huang Ping's dodge space in three ways, the only thing he could do was to retreat, but behind him was Zhao Ji, once he retreated, Zhao Ji, who had no martial arts, was exposed to the attack range of the three Dharma Kings.

"My life is at stake!" Huang Ping closed his eyes in despair.