Dressed as Tang Bohu

Tang Ziwei was still on this street, and he was holding the cloth bag containing the three volumes of books in one hand, while looking at the small stalls along the street one by one with great interest, and finally stopped at a stall engraved with stone seals. stop before.

He was very interested in choosing among the pile of ordinary stone materials, while asking the old man who set up the stall something, like a young man who entered the city for the first time.

It was the first time for Tang Ziwei to see Heisha in such an energetic manner. He leaned forward curiously and asked, "Don't you have two jade medals that you are used to, and you still want to buy this stone medal?"

"Come and play." Tang Ziwei casually handed a flat square stone with dark yellow silk to the stall owner.

"Young master, please also write down the content to be engraved on this paper."

The old man pushed over the paper and pen, Tang Ziwei thought for a moment, smiled, and picked up the pen to write four clear and square characters, which were slightly different from his usual calligraphy.

Heisha also came over to take a look. He had never read since he was a child, and he didn't know a lot of big characters. He only listened to Tang Ziwei's reading and learned a little because he was in a panic on the boat for more than half a month.

"Hai...uh, what is this..." He frowned and tried to read the handwriting on the paper, but he got stuck on the second word. I caught a glimpse of Tang Ziwei's bag being torn away in an instant while he was writing!

"Stop!" Heisha yelled fiercely, the man trembled from his fright, but he sprinted far away as if his feet had been oiled.

Heisha chased after him, but stopped after a few steps.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain." This thought flashed through his mind for a moment.

Tang Ziwei didn't hide the situation in the capital from him. Heisha was afraid that the Yang family sent someone to lure him away from that humble thief, so he didn't dare to chase him away.

Tang Ziwei came behind him in that instant, pushed his shoulder lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Chase!"

"Then you follow closely." Heisha glanced at him, and drove head-on through the crowd.Tang Ziwei followed behind him, and saw the little thief appearing and disappearing in the crowd from a distance, and then turned a corner and disappeared in the next instant.

Heisha gritted his teeth, pulled the two lancets into his palms, accelerated to the corner, and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The crowd in front of him pushed and dispersed to both sides, Heisha was taken aback, he didn't expect them to be so obedient.However, before he could rush forward, he saw a figure flying two meters away in the gap that was exposed as those people dispersed, and landed heavily on the ground!

"Ahh—!!" The man rolled half a circle on the ground, and the bundle in his hand fell to the ground and spread out, revealing the three books and some miscellaneous items inside. It was the thief who robbed him.

"30 taels!" Heisha glanced at Guan Shaoci's handwritten copy in the bundle, and rushed over to pick it up without caring too much.

But at this moment, Hengli suddenly stretched out a hand and firmly grasped his wrist.

"Hey, this is..." A slightly surprised voice sounded, and another hand with strong knuckles reached over, and pulled out the yellowed manuscript in the three volumes without any mistakes.

The paper used for the collection of poems is very good, the ink inside is thick but not scattered, and the person who copied it wrote beautifully in small seal script, which is really pleasing to the eye.And the most attractive, of course, is the series of verses written in ink.The young man in brocade who had passed by Tang Ziwei earlier rubbed the pages of the book with one hand, and his eyes were a little bit amazed.

"Let go!"

Heisha interrupted Young Master Jinyi's thoughts with a threatening low-pitched voice. He closed the pages of the book, waved his hands casually, and signaled his subordinates to let Heisha go.Then when he raised his eyes, he saw Tang Ziwei approaching with a smile at some point in front of him.

"It's you." He obviously remembered the meeting with Tang Ziwei on the street before, but he didn't expect that this person bought the poetry collection first.

"Thank you, my lord, for your help. That little thief stole this package and poetry collection from me. If it wasn't for you, my useless attendant might not be able to get them back. It's really fortunate." Tang Ziwei said in a tone of voice. Sincerely, but he hid enough of his thoughts, and stretched out his hand while speaking.

Young Master Jinyi could not understand what he meant, smiled helplessly, and handed over the collection of poems in his hand, but he was still a little bit reluctant, "Little brother, it is fate to meet each other, and I am not a bully. Your collection of poems How much silver taels did you spend to buy it, how about I buy it at ten times?"

Tang Ziwei shook his head, "Silver taels are worthless in themselves, they are given value because they can be exchanged for things they like. If I sell this collection of poems to you, wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?"

The young man in brocade clothes was slightly taken aback, "I've never thought about it this way, but what you said is reasonable." He pondered for a moment, and said: "A gentleman does not force others to be difficult. You don't want to transfer this book to me, and I don't force it." But if you want to sell this book in the future, you can come to the Yang family in Xicheng to find me at any time, and you can make an offer."

"Yang family in Xicheng?" Tang Ziwei squinted his eyes. How many Yang families can there be in this capital?

The young man in brocade clothes seemed to remember that he hadn't revealed his identity, he cupped his hands slightly and said: "I'm sorry, I am Yang Yuanjian, the son of Yang's eldest son, dare to ask the little brother's name?"

"Suzhou Tang Yin." After Tang Ziwei finished speaking, he looked at Yang Yuanjian whose gaze suddenly became sharper, and smiled helplessly.The capital is so big, why did he meet people from the Yang family?

The air was stagnant for a moment, Tang Ziwei turned his eyes, glanced at the little thief who was still captured by Yang Yuan and his followers, and asked, "Isn't he someone sent by your Yang family?"

Yang Yuan shook his head and asked, "How do you want to deal with him?"

"Up to you." Tang Ziwei didn't care much.

Yang Yuanjian nodded, signaling to his followers to teach them a lesson.

Heisha had been extremely vigilant since the moment Yang Yuanjian announced his name, and stood obliquely behind Tang Ziwei close to Tang Ziwei, staring at Yang Yuanjian like a falcon.The latter didn't seem to be aware of it, and he seemed not to be under any pressure, which made Heisha even more vigilant.

Yang Yuanjian looked at Tang Ziwei, and said in a gentle tone, "It seems that you will not sell me that collection of poems by Guan Shaoci in the future."

"Yes." Tang Ziwei nodded.

"You look like this, it seems that you have already expected our Yang family's plan?" Yang Yuanjian could easily judge his attitude from Tang Yin's reaction, and his suspicion that Tang Ziwei had something to do with Yang Yuanbin's death deepened in his heart. layer.He said: "It's a pity." I don't know if it's a pity for the poetry collection, or a pity for Tang Ziwei.

"Since you think it's a pity, why don't you let me go?" Tang Ziwei said lightly, making it hard to tell how serious he was.

"This is impossible. Since you have the guts to stand against the Yang family, there is no way out." Yang Yuan replied decisively.

He thought that Tang Ziwei would be afraid, or keep silent, or simply make a war letter with him.Unexpectedly, Tang Ziwei suddenly laughed and said, "You know what, I was giving you a retreat just now."

Tang Ziwei met Yang Yuanjian's eyes and said: "In this world, all matter is conserved, and luck is the same. If someone gets it, someone is destined to lose it. Today's book is mine, and there will be more in the future." , will be mine. You are no match for me."

"Really." Yang Yuanjian couldn't quite understand some of his words, but this did not prevent him from understanding the meaning of Tang Ziwei's words.He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his gentle expression was replaced by a sharpness that was rarely seen at ordinary times, "Anyone can say beautiful words, and we will see the truth under our hands!"

"Hehe." Tang Ziwei waved his hand at him, turned around and walked back with Heisha.

This is not a battlefield yet, everything has just begun.

Yang Yuanjian watched his leaving back, and called the two followers back to his side.He straightened his fur, and his face had regained his composure, "Yang Zheng, you go back and pass on my message, and all the previous plans will be cancelled."

"Yes." Yang Zheng replied, but he didn't understand: "But young master, didn't you say you want to deal with him? Why..."

"We didn't know much about him before, and our plan for dealing with people like Tang Yin is still a bit rough. Since he dares to go to Beijing knowing our attitude, he must be prepared. I'm afraid we won't be able to kill him. Instead, he was caught."

Yang Yuan touched his chin, and said slowly: "Go and investigate first, he has such a temper, there must be..."