"Outrageous!"

On the pavilion and water pavilion, a middle-aged man with a beard held the newspaper in his hand, trembling a little with anger.

"A bunch of waste, a huge Tang Kingdom, can't last four months, how long has it been? Cao Qingyang is coming back!" The middle-aged man was really angry, and directly threw the newspaper on the ground.

"It can also be expected, after all, Tang Guo is only relying on those Qi Refiners, so what is Tang Wang's real ability? Behind him was a literati shaking a fan, although it wasn't very hot anymore.

"It's not that he has the ability now, it's that we're going to have an accident soon!" The middle-aged man was very angry, looked around, picked up a kettle and smashed it on the pillar, and shattered into a piece of porcelain on the ground.

"The technique of hiding qi, even Cao Qingyang can't see through it, even if he sits on it every day, he won't find out that there is a group of thieves stealing his things. The literati said quietly, and his hands gently saluted upward.

The middle-aged man nodded, "If we still have a chance, it's up to you, and if you can't do what you say, I will definitely kill you." ”

"If Grandpa Guo has the intention to kill me, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop me. The literati lowered his head and smiled, but in his heart he was mocking him.

At this time, you still dare to scare yourself, so you are not afraid that you will turn around and vote directly for Cao Qingyang?

The middle-aged man breathed a lot, and after breathing for a while, he said: "Forget it, I'll go and see it myself, if there are some mistakes in your arrangement, won't I die ugly." ”

The literati looked at the figure of the middle-aged man walking out, sighed, and did not follow.

"I still want to get the two sisters and brothers down, the two of them are much stronger than your bunch. The literati muttered and stretched.

At the same time, Cao Qingyang was returning to the city with thousands of soldiers and horses, and the group was extremely happy, after all, it was a big victory.

After the end of the battle of Bowangpo, the Tang State almost finished the luck of a country, and all the strong soldiers in the country can withstand a few Qi refiners? The two sides were entangled in luck, and the Tang State was directly swallowed up by the Southern Wei Dynasty, and then even the Tang Dynasty was forced to surrender, and the Tang King was imprisoned and became a prisoner of the Southern Wei Dynasty, and the only dignity was that the countless concubines in the harem were still complete and still accompanied the Tang King.

In a palace in the palace of the Tang Queen's Harem, a huge statue of a man with an octopus-like head on top of it was the idol of Naga Kapolos, the god of the sea.

Now that he has lost all his power, he no longer has that hidden and dark power, and he can easily be pushed down by a group of soldiers.

And the remaining two brothers also died, and only one of them was taken back to the cave by the Yuding Immortal and became a disciple.

"What do you want to do most when you go back?" Cao Qingyang said as he played his cards.

Yang Ming was bored on the way home, and made a deck of playing cards between the mountains and rivers, and now there are four people and three people playing cards, and Anping is ostracized.

She is too calculating, she doesn't use mana, and three people can't beat one of her if they die!

Wang Wenchao said with a white stripe on his face: "I don't have anything to do, after I go back, I want to go home and only read the sage books, three with one!"

"I think you go home and play cards every day, I see a scholar for the first time, when you go to the mountains and rivers, you don't go to the heights and look far, you don't go to Linchuan to chant, just sit in the carriage with three with one with three with one...... Crush to death!" Wei Zhongling played his cards as he spoke.

Yang Ming, who was full of white notes on the side, sighed, it was too difficult, it was too difficult, the three of them played cards better than one person, Anping didn't play because he was too smart, and he was completely because he kept losing, and no one wanted to sit on the side with him.

An Ping, who was sitting on the side, was wearing Yang Ming's special vest, and was cultivating the source decision, and his blood was almost condensing the essence, where was there still a trace of the appearance of being weak and unable to help the wind?

At the beginning, Wang Wenchao played cards and made a joke, and then was slapped by An Ping and spit out a mouthful of blood, but it was still vivid.

"Sister Zhong Ling, don't worry when you go back, it won't be long before Yunlong takes care of this matter, bring more people and fuck him." ”

"How do you talk, you have a bad mouth!" Wei Zhongling said and played Cao Qingyang's card.

Yang Ming sighed, alas, playing cards makes people fall, now these people, where are they still the same as they were at the beginning?

A Wei king, an eldest princess, and a Confucian gentleman.

That's it now?

"I really regret that I shouldn't ......" Yang Ming was just about to open his mouth to sing two sentences of Peking Opera, when suddenly An Ping, who was meditating on the side, said: "Don't make trouble, I will listen to the situation of them playing cards, and I will quickly hear who can win." ”

Yang Ming wanted to speak and stopped, and then stopped.

"Sister, can I win?" Wei Zhongling asked with interest.

"Wait, wait for me to hear it again...... Wang Wenchao: Don't steal the cards, pick them up!" An Ping suddenly shouted.

Cao Qingyang was dissatisfied: "That's it, how many twos do you have? There are not so many twos in the three decks of cards." ”

Wang Wenchao smiled and put back the cards he had secretly picked up, and several people were in a hurry, and they didn't pay much attention to this matter.

And in Handan City, a storm is brewing!

Wei Linghou, a marquis of the Southern Wei Dynasty, led the White Tiger Soldiers who suppressed the ghosts of the underworld to suppress all the big ghosts who tried to steal the national fortune, and at this time he also came to the vicinity of the mausoleum of Nanyuan Mountain and patrolled.

Walking through the woods, Wei Linghou suddenly saw three or five soldiers sitting eating and drinking, all of them undressed.

Wei Linghou's face was full of anger, and he took the horse whip and came up with three or five whips, and several strong men who beat him raised their heads and glared at the chief, and then quickly stood up, and the two who took off their clothes also hurriedly put on their clothes.

"The imperial court gave you silver taels, gave you official positions, and gave you all this, just to let you come here to play?" Wei Linghou shouted angrily, a whip on the shoulder of one of them, and a blood mark appeared.

"Master Hou, we didn't mean to ......," a soldier explained with a sneer.

"I didn't mean it! There are really evil ghosts who come to steal the fortune of the country, how can I explain it? I'll just say that you didn't mean it?" Wei Linghou whipped a few more whips hatefully, and then threw the horse whip in his hand, panting for breath.

"Don't take it as an example, if you let me know again, if there is one, all of them will be given to Lao Tzu!"

Wei Linghou reprimanded for a while, and arranged for the five secretaries accompanying him to leave their posts without permission, and deducted some monthly salaries, and then walked to the next patrol point.

He didn't notice that there was a figure staring at him in the dark.