martial law

"When spring comes, the windows are full of greenery, and the eldest girl embroiders mandarin ducks under the window.

Suddenly, there was a ruthless blow, and the mandarin ducks were beaten on each side.

When summer comes, willows grow, and the eldest girl drifts to the Yangtze River, the scenery in the south and north of the river is beautiful..."

The little girl who sang the song was not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with two big black braids hanging down her chest, forming a beautiful arc.

Her eyes were rippling, her face was slightly shy, and she sang the song as if she was acting like a spoiled child to her lover.

The tea guests fixed their eyes on the little singing girl, and their breathing became extremely light, for fear of startling her.

As for the gray-haired old man pulling the erhu in the diagonally behind, basically no one paid attention.

The singing is floating, and the erhu is whimpering.

Seeing Yang Lin push the door and walk in, the song girl's slightly confused eyes suddenly lit up, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Obviously, he recognized this regular customer who often came to support him and was not stingy with tipping.

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled, as a greeting, he chose a seat and sat down, listening quietly.

Soon, a doctor of tea presented a pot of Yuqian Longjing, a dish of Tiaotou cake, a dish of scallion wrapped juniper, and a dish of mung bean cake...

The more times he came, the teahouse also remembered his preferences.

This is exactly where the little mushroom feels strange.

In the past few months, my young master has spent less and less time going to the Hualou to drink, saying that he dislikes the noise there.

On the contrary, he went to the teahouse and was very diligent.

Tasting a cup of fragrant tea and pastries can kill most of the day.

However, where is the quietness in the teahouse?

When not singing, there will be a storyteller telling some anecdotes and gossip.

Everyone was discussing, their faces were red and their ears were red, and it was very noisy.

Moreover, guests who come to drink tea and listen to music.

They are all uncles and uncles.

I belong to the kind of middle-aged and elderly people who have gone through half their lives, have a little money, and want to live a leisurely life, and rarely see young people.

When the young master comes here to relax, he looks particularly eye-catching.

'Could it be Karen-san who took a fancy to singing? '

Little Mushroom took out the brocade handkerchief, wiped the tables and chairs carefully, made tea for his young master, and served pastries...

A pair of big black eyes lingered on Xianglian's big braid for a while, then lowered her head and casually looked at her chest, feeling a little frustrated.

'It must be so, the young master is still the same young master, who loves beautiful scenery, food and beauty.

As a qualified playboy, he has no other reason to come to the teahouse other than to see girls. '

If Yang Lin knew that his little maid had so many dramas in her heart, she would definitely cry out for injustice.

He really didn't mean that.

Come to the teahouse to listen to some gossip, listen to books, just want to know the old news of this era.

Not so dark as eyes.

As for liking to listen to music, I often give rewards, not because Miss Xianglian is beautiful and delicious, but because the songs she sings can arouse my nostalgia.

The so-called popular songs of this era, in later generations, are old classics that have gone through the baptism of time and will never fade.

What he had heard was in another world, in an old gramophone.

The sweet voice of babbling, babbling, like a yellowed old photo...

Listening to the familiar tone, I miss my lost youth.

……

"Boom."

The door was pushed open forcefully, and the music stopped abruptly.

Two men in Tsing Yi were standing at the door.

In the lead, a middle-aged man with a tall, strong body and a fleshy face walked in swaggeringly, and shouted: "Let me see if the assassin is hiding in..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes stopped on Xianglian.

He swallowed heavily in his throat, rolled his eyeballs, patted his bare forehead fiercely, and shouted: "Okay, you Dingshenglou, it turns out that you have harbored fugitive accomplices. I really don't know how to spell it?"

There was a sudden silence in the teahouse.

Everyone was stunned.

Isn't this bullshit?

Which fugitive would come to drink tea when he has nothing to do?

"Don't dare, Fourth Master Chang, here are all decent people, how can there be any fugitives? You must have read it wrong..." The shopkeeper rushed to the tall and strong man with a scurrying trot. A sling of copper coins was handed over with both hands.

"Fellows in the big hometown, please raise your hands high."

This person is known to the shopkeeper, and everyone who often comes to drink tea also knows this one.

It's a run-down family at the end of Changning Street, who idles around all day long, cheats, kidnaps and oppresses Goodness.

Sometimes I also come to the teahouse to have an overlord meal, which is very unpopular.

Unexpectedly, he went too far this time, spitting blood and slandering others.

"Hmph, if you say no, then there is no, who is that?"

The tall and strong man rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and patted Shopkeeper Wang's hand away, and pointed to Xianglian, "I heard that when the assassin was injured and escaped, a woman helped him. I think this chick is very similar."

"Yes, it's too similar. If you take it back for a trial, you will know where the assassin is hiding?"

A thin man in Tsing Yi next to him also chimed in.

Karen's face was pale, and she stood there bewildered.

The old man playing the erhu behind her stopped in front of her tremblingly, and hurriedly bowed, "Is it wrong? It must be wrong. My Xiaolian didn't go anywhere..."

"absurd."

"I think there are ulterior motives. Is there any law to take people indiscriminately?"

"If you can't find an assassin, it's unreasonable to just find someone to top the vat."

Most of the tea guests were astonished as quails, they lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.

There were also a few who had justice in their hearts, and saw that the guy had no good intentions for Karen who sang, and shouted angrily.

"Hey, it's still exciting. Whether it's the assassin's party or not, it's not up to you. This is a business job assigned by Mr. Wang, the policeman. Do you dare to stop it? Be careful of lawsuits."

After finishing speaking, he kicked old man Chen who was playing the erhu down with one kick, stretched out his hand to grab Xianglian, and dragged him outside.

A pair of fierce eyes swept around, but no one dared to stop him.

"Father...it's not me, I didn't..."

Xianglian turned her head to look at her father who had fallen to the ground and couldn't get up. She burst into tears and was dragged towards the door involuntarily...

"Do you still want to bear it?"

Yang Lin had stopped drinking tea a long time ago, and reached out to grab the bench beside him.

"It's unbearable, there's no need to bear it anymore." Little Mushroom stood upside down with slender eyebrows, baring his teeth ferociously.

After finishing speaking, he added, "This is not causing trouble."

"Okay, one by one."

Yang Lin threw himself sideways, swung the long bench in his hand, and slammed it down with a "woo" sound...

"Oh!"

It hit the tall and strong man on the side of his forehead.

"you……"

Chang's four eyes turned white, and he looked sideways at Yang Lin, blood gurgling down his head, and he turned over and fell down.

Looking at the other side, the little mushroom is faster.

The little girl made a wrong step and touched the back of the thin man in Tsing Yi, and a teapot was stuffed on the back of his head.

The skinny man lay on the ground without saying a word, without moving, obviously knocked unconscious.

"it is good!"

"Good fight."

There are scattered colorful sounds all around.

Some tea drinkers gathered around, but of course, more tea drinkers were sneaking out of the shop with their eyes narrowed.

Miss Xianglian let out a wow, cried again, and ran to the corner of the room to help her father up...

After a while, his eyes came alive.

The shopkeeper of Desheng Building was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly greeted the staff, and carried the two wounded guys out of the door.

Immediately afterwards, he hurried back again, bowed and bowed slightly pale, "Master Yang, you'd better go, this is not a place to stay for a long time."

"Chang Si wasn't much of a character in the first place, so if he hit him, he would fight. However, I heard that these days, he has become rich again, spending money lavishly, and it is likely that he has found some kind of backer..."

"Master Yang..."

Seeing that Yang Lin's eyes were slightly straightened and he didn't respond to his words, the shopkeeper reached out and shook Yang Lin's eyes.

I thought to myself, this may be the first time that the third young master of the Yang family opened someone else's ladle with his own hands, and it was the first time he saw blood.

No, he was so frightened that he froze.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is even more valuable.

He obviously doesn't know how to hit people and is timid, but he is more masculine than everyone present here.

When the road is uneven, he draws his sword to help.

Also, the maid next to him was also so straightforward, she didn't hesitate to make a move.

If there is a master, there must be a servant.

"It's okay, I'm just a ruffian, even if I rely on some noble person, I can only run errands.

My Yang family can handle this matter, but you, the shopkeeper..."

Yang Lin came to his senses, waved his hand and didn't care much.

These days, he is more or less aware of his family origin and social status.

In Hangzhou City, the Yang family is regarded as the home of the upper-class gentry, not only has a huge business of medicinal materials, but also has several medical clinics under its name, and there are countless living people.

In addition, Mr. Yang himself has superb medical skills, has the reputation of a miracle doctor, and has many contacts with dignitaries in the city.

Not to mention the hands and eyes.

Ordinary things can still be easily resolved.

The reason why he was in a daze was neither because he saw blood nor because he was afraid after beating someone for the first time.

It was just now that they activated it at the same time as Xiao Mushroom, after defeating Chang Si and the skinny man, there was a burning pain in the left chest and heart.

There was a blur in front of my eyes, and there seemed to be a double image.

[The prestige of performing martial arts +5]

Martial arts: none

Secret skill: none

name: none

……

The green text flows past the eyes like a waterfall of light, like a phantom.

'The cyan birthmark on my chest... Is that brand called Yanwuling? '