Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 108 Chang'an ([-])

"I, A Yue, the King of the Eastern Sea!"

This person got out of the sedan chair, at first glance, it looked like a ball.

He is extremely fat and strong, and his body is very tall. When he walks, his dangling arms are almost thicker than an elephant's legs.

Looking at the fat and strong man in front of him, Yang Ke was quite amazed. In this era, it is not ordinary people who can eat like this.

He doesn't have happy water or high-calorie fast food, and he still has to practice martial arts. It's really extraordinary that he can still have such a figure.

"Oh, King of the Eastern Sea! I don't know him!"

Yang Ke thought for a while, and he really didn't have any impression of Ayue's.

However, Yang Ke still knew the name Sima Yue, but the Sima Yue he knew was a figure in the 5000-year history.

He really didn't know Sima Yue in the era of great rivers and lakes.

"you~"

The master humiliated his minister to death, since he was a prince with such a big show, he naturally had a loyal attendant.

The man looked at Wen Ruo, glared at Yang Ke angrily, and was about to scold him.

Sima Yue, on the other hand, smiled, waved his hands, and then sighed, before saying, "It seems that I admitted my mistake! Forgive me! Forgive me!"

After speaking, he took the sedan chair and left.

"Young master, there is such a fat person? He is so fat, no wonder so many people have to carry him."

You Ping was very surprised, she really gained a lot of insight when she came out this time.

She doesn't care about the prince or something. After all, she has a princess in her family, even though she is only a princess of a small country.

She didn't realize that the difference between a big country and a small country is actually not much different to ordinary people.

"That's not fat, it should be a kind of martial arts."

Watching the sedan go away, Yang Ke said at this time, with such a figure, it is no wonder that so many people are needed to lift the sedan. If four people come to lift it, it will definitely not be able to lift it. Eight people may be a bit reluctant, 16 If someone lifts it, it will be just right.

As for what martial arts it is, Yang Ke doesn't know yet, but what is certain is that it is definitely not a good way.

After wandering around for a while, they finally returned home. At least, Youping was satisfied.

"Young master, you treat me so well!"

In the middle of the night, Youping calmed down, lying in Yang Ke's arms and talking.

The palm slides on Youping's body. Although Youping is Gui Bing'e's maid, she has grown up with her since she was a child, and has basically never done any rough work. In addition, she has also practiced high-quality martial arts since she was a child. Her skin is like warm jade.

Looking at the pretty face of the girl in her arms, she was slightly flushed, she was really pretty.

She is also very cute and obedient, letting Yang Ke be at his mercy, accompanied by such a beauty, Yang Ke's nostalgia for that world has faded a bit.

……

"I met that Yang Ke."

In Chang'an, in the Luk Fook Casino, there is a raging heat wave outside, and the shouts of countless people are like a battlefield for fighting.

Just separated by a door curtain, the room is very quiet, with chips being thrown casually on the gaming table.

If outsiders came in, they would probably be very surprised, because the people sitting inside were all strange people.

Fat, thin, short, and ugly, it makes one wonder if all those weird-looking people from all over the world are gathered here.

Throwing a chip on the table, Sima Yue didn't care about the game, but talked about what he had seen and heard on the road.

"Are you sure it's him?"

This man's voice was very strange, his voice was originally rough, but he insisted on pinching his throat and speaking in a high-pitched voice.

His face was as yellow as wax, skinny and emaciated, looking like he was about to die. His brows and forehead were covered with deep and miserable wrinkles, but he was extremely tall, a whole head taller than Sima Yue next to him.

Almost like a ghost.

His nose ratio is tall and curved, his lips are also very thick, and his facial features are extremely different.

His eyebrows were surprisingly thick and black, but the scorching eyes underneath were completely incompatible with his miserable and tired face. They were bright, clear, and piercing.

However, in the depths of the eyes, there is a faint expression of coldness and hatred that no child has. If they look at each other, it may make people shudder.

The Tsing Yi he wore was surprisingly loose, and it felt awkward because it didn't fit him. Overall, his body was awkward everywhere, making people want to straighten him out just by looking at him.

If a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder is with him, he can make people suffer to death without doing anything.

"Back then, when I was the proton in the capital of Sui Dynasty, I saw him quite often, so I wouldn't admit my mistake.

Besides, not long ago, the Six Gates of the Song Dynasty and Bai Xiaosheng's weapon manual were published all over the world, and there are images in the paintings, so you can't go wrong! "

In the gambling game on the table, it seemed that Sima Yue had won. The croupier next to him gave him the chips, but Sima Yue didn't even look at it, as if he was lowering his head and thinking about something.

"Back then, I wanted to make friends with him and deliberately met him. At that time, he was silent and seemed to ignore anyone."

"But later, I still talked to him, and we became somewhat friendly. I still remember that everything he said had a certain charm."

"It's a joy to fight against the sky! It's a joy to fight with the earth! It's a joy to fight with people!"

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance!"

"The future is bright, but the road is tortuous."

"There are so many things that are always in a hurry, the world is turning, time is pressing, 1 years is too long, just seize the day and night."

Listening to Sima Yue's statement, even though his tone was flat, but there was an uplifting meaning in these few words, anyone who heard it would not be moved.

"He is a rich prince, can he say these words?"

On the other side, a woman questioned. This person's voice sounded like a woman's, but judging from his appearance, his angular face, thick hands, and tall figure, he was obviously a man!
Sima Yue glanced at her/him, then immediately turned his head, snorted coldly, and said, "Didn't he say it, or could I say it? He also wrote poems, do you want me to read it to you?"

"Hey! The slave family wants to hear it!"

It was a very coquettish voice, but most of the people in this room felt a chill and felt like vomiting!
"Hmph! Listen up!"

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost.

So far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "

After a long time, the female voice said:

"It's still the same sentence, he is a rich prince, how can he write such poems?"

When Sima Yue heard this, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the fat on his face couldn't be concealed.

It could be seen that he was extremely annoyed, but at the gambling table, no one persuaded him to give him a step down.

"The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across the Yumen Pass. "

After reading the four sentences, Sima Yue raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman, and said:
"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass. "

Poetry is good poetry, not for illiterate people, learning martial arts does not require the characteristic of being "illiterate", so I naturally understand how this poem is.

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"It's still the same sentence, he is a rich prince, how can he write such poems?"

(End of this chapter)