The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

At this time, there was a noise on the first floor of the music workshop.

"Don't do it, my lord, the little girl only sells her art and not her body!"

"Help, help!"

A few men in black dressed as entourages rushed up to set up the stage and pulled hard at the dancer.

The red leaf girl's face paled, and the pear blossoms were crying with rain.

Under the stage, the fat and greasy man squinted his eyes, touched the mustache around his mouth with two fingers, and smiled lewdly.

A group of people around were pointing and pointing, filled with righteous indignation, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

The name of this rude man was Zhao Zhen, and the Zhao family was very powerful in the capital, so they couldn't afford to offend him.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, this girl never accompanies guests, how about I change it for you, and I promise to be more juicy than her."

Sang, the mother of Le Art Square, hurried over with a flattering smile on her face.

She couldn't afford to offend Zhao Zhen, but she couldn't just watch her Yi Ji be taken away.

"Get out, I want her." Zhao Zhen sternly shouted at Mama Sang, and couldn't wait to step onto the stage.

"Come with me, I will guarantee that you will be well-fed for the rest of your life." He raised Hongye's chin, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

If you like it, you like it, even though she has been a pure lie for half her life.

According to his past evil deeds, at most one year, he threw it away when he got tired of playing.

"No, my lord, the little girl already has a sweetheart." Hongye sobbed.

"Don't give me a face!"

Zhao Zhen's eyes widened, and he slapped loudly: "Stinky bitch, why are you pretending to be noble when you ride a thing that is ridden by thousands of people? If you don't let me serve you comfortably today, I will demolish this music workshop! "

After speaking, he ordered several followers to take her back to the mansion.

Hongye covered her face and struggled, she looked to her mother Sang for help, but saw the latter bowed her head silently.

Zhao Zhen could really demolish the Leyifang, Mama Sang didn't dare to offend him.

Hongye was desperate.

Bullying weak women is detestable and shameful. . .Jiang Ming frowned, the justice in his heart made him unable to sit idly by.

He was about to make a move when he suddenly heard a bang beside him.

Marco Polo kicked the ground suddenly, spinning like a top and landing on the platform.

Bang bang bang!

Several followers flew out backwards.

Marco Polo withdrew his long legs, straightened his back and posed handsomely: "Beautiful girl, are you okay?"

"Thank you Hongye for saving my life, my lord." Hongye's moist eyes suddenly glowed, and she hid behind him as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Where did you come from, brat, are you looking for death?"

Zhao Zhen's eyes were filled with anger, and he said to his followers: "You trash, hurry up and fuck him!"

Several followers hurriedly climbed up from the ground, surrounded and attacked Marco Polo, with fists and feet making a whistling sound in the air.

They are all bronze-level fighters, their strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, and they are used to being domineering under Zhao Zhenwei.

Marco Polo didn't draw out his gun, he clenched his fists and shot out phantoms.

Boom boom boom!

The chests of several people were sunken impressively. One second they were fierce and fierce, and the next second they fell to the ground and moaned.

"It's a warrior!"

The eyes of the surrounding audience brightened, they couldn't understand Zhao Zhen's actions, and they wished for a high-quality warrior to teach him a lesson.

Miss Hongye raised her head, and the tall figure in front of her gave her a sense of security.

Several of his subordinates were overthrown, but Zhao Zhen didn't show any signs of panic.

His eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Those who dare to beat me, do you know who my father is?"

"I can call anyone." Marco Polo raised his eyebrows.

"well said!"

Someone yelled.

"Ha ha."

Zhao Zhen sneered, and said: "My father is a member of the fifth rank of the imperial court, try beating me."

As soon as these words came out, Marco Polo's face froze instantly.

The son of a fifth-rank minister, he really can't beat him.

A Westerner who went to Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty to beat the family of a fifth-rank official would be criticized no matter how good the reason was.

At that time, Wu Zetian would either punish him or drive him out of Chang'an.

His mission has not been completed, and he cannot leave Chang'an.

"So what about the fifth grade, the hero beat him!"

"The one who hit him took advantage of his family's power and power to bully men and women everywhere. I have long since disliked him!"

The voices were boiling, and everyone was expecting Marco Polo to beat up Zhao Zhen.

However, Marco Polo remained motionless with an ugly expression on his face.

Everyone realized that something was wrong, and their shouts gradually faded away.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"I thought you were kind, come and hit me, I'll stand still and let you hit me."

"If you don't dare, get out of here!"

With a proud expression, Zhao Zhen pushed away the stiff Marco Polo and approached Miss Hongye with a grin.