Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

"The gate of the Department of Mirrors is actually opened. Who should go in now or which one should let it out? Impossible, don't they all say that the Department of Mirrors enters vertically and exits horizontally?"

"Oh shit! I was shocked, who invited the band? The fuck is coming here to play funeral music? Is it dead? His wife is in a hurry to marry a concubine or something? It makes my skin crawl. .”

"It's not mourning, it's joy, listen carefully."

"...Joy? Wait, really, it's like mourning, who doesn't have eyes to play at the door of the Mirror Department? Could it be that man's wife is really inside? My dear, it's been a long time. That person is holding a sacrificial letter... right? Which ancestor is so courageous? Neither is he." The one who spoke was a burly man.

He shook his head and tugged at the friend on one side, but before he could finish speaking, he was so frightened by the person who appeared at the door that he swallowed it all back, grabbed his friend's arm and took a few steps back, stammering, "Jing— — King Jing!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the first one went in and came out vertically.But didn't you say he was a traitor before?Why was it released so easily?Things in court are really complicated.

Everyone knelt down to salute, lowered their heads and thought to themselves, is it too late to withdraw now?

Just when everyone was discussing which way to leave in a safe way without being ridiculed, they saw a black shadow passing by in front of them, followed by the rustling wind, crackling and crackling like exploding firecrackers, directly blasting into people's hearts.

Everyone also forgot to leave, and when they looked up, they saw a tall and tall figure standing at the door of the Department of Mirrors. The golden sun poured down on his shoulders, casting a gentle and warm shadow.

However, this one is not rare at all, and even used his own coldness to suppress the warmth. A thin layer of frost was condensed on Ruyu's face, and a pair of sharp phoenix eyes fell on the leader of the band.

Silver light lingered in Jiang Jingyun's palm, holding a silver-white long whip in his hand, and pressed it against the leader's neck. Under the sunlight, it reflected a cold light, and asked in a cold tone: "Have you blown enough?"

The team leader's hand holding the suona froze. Facing Jun Rong who was close at hand, his teeth chattered in fright. He bit his tongue a few times, and his eyes turned red from the pain. Murmured: "There... there is still a piece of music... no... I haven't finished playing it yet."

People around bowed their heads like quails: "..."

Little brother, you are very courageous!Now you should say it's over and slip away.Think about King Jing's nickname - the creator of incomplete beauty.

Tsk tsk, the world is so beautiful, why not think about it.

"And... there is one more word." The team leader bit the bullet and thought about the money after the event was completed, gritted his teeth, his eyes flickered, and said under Jiang Jingyun's almost swallowing gaze, "An ...Marquis of Anping, let... let the little one bring... a word."

When everyone heard the words, there were slightly gossiping and frightened sighs one after another, and their expressions gradually became subtle.

It turned out to be the Marquis of Anping, did this master think that the Marquis Mansion was too spacious?Dare to provoke this ancestor?

"Don't listen, get out!" Jiang Jingyun's hand holding the whip froze for a moment, even the frost between his brows showed a little hesitation, and then he recovered as before, like a flash in the pan.It's just that the words were a little colder, and they passed the leader and walked forward without looking back.

The team leader looked at Jiang Jingyun who was going away, and then looked at a group of brothers behind him who looked at him with those eyes that were waiting to be fed. So I won’t brag, but I still have to say what Hou Ye asked me to bring.” After all, if you don’t say it, you can’t get money, and that’s quite a lot of money.

The team leader cleared his throat, clamped the suona in his hand to his waist, straightened his trembling waist, and held it with a vigorous and death-defying courage: "Jiang Jingyun! You are shameless, cold-blooded, selfish, and ruthless. You ungrateful little bastard!"

"..."

As soon as the words fell, and the protagonist in the words did not respond, the people around were so frightened that they quickly covered their ears, and some of them closed their eyes before covering their ears, and kept reassuring themselves that they didn't hear or see anything, and pulled the people around them. His companions backed away slowly.

Jiang Jingyun's footsteps paused, and he turned his head to look at the team leader whose face turned red and white. Because the sun was too glaring, his eyes narrowed uncomfortably, and even the sullen look at the end of his eyes was playfully sprinkled in the air by the sun, wanton jubilation.

"Thank you? Looking for death?" Jiang Jingyun paused, his voice was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

The team leader's mind went blank, he didn't hear what Jiang Jingyun said at all, he nodded hurriedly, and wanted to respond, but his tongue seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't pronounce a single word.

"How much money did you give?" Jiang Jingyun asked again.

"Five... 50 taels." The leader didn't know why, and gestured with five fingers tremblingly, and added in a low voice, "One person."

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't come, even if he was killed.

Jiang Jingyun was silent, and just when the team leader packed up his things and wanted to sneak away, he felt his feet tightening, staggered and fell into the mud, and lay down at Jiang Jingyun's feet, with his pair of gold-painted boots coming face to face.

"Is this also Xie An asking you to salute to the king on his behalf?" Jiang Jingyun looked down at the team leader, his eyes resting on his shoulder for a moment, he took a few steps back in disgust, and sneered, "If you really want to, Just come by yourself, go back and ask him for more."

Team leader: "..."

I dare not, Anping Hou is very picky.

Jiang Jingyun didn't want to stay any longer, and when he raised his foot again to leave, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing up from his back, with the force of destruction, even the shadow reflected on the ground was torn to pieces, and there was only a ghostly sound in his ears A sad smile: "My lord, don't leave in a hurry, Lord Hou asked the little one to take you on the road!"

The crowded crowd instantly boiled like boiling water, and there were constant exclamations.

Compared to the chaos in front of the Mingjing Division, the Anping Hou Mansion can be described as...harmonious.

Of course, it would be more harmonious to exclude a poor and poor scholar who is stupid.

Xie Yan propped his head with one hand and half leaned on the imperial concubine chair, a pair of slender straight legs resting casually on the bench at one side, a thin layer of sweat was dripping from his forehead, his handsome face was full of impatience, and there was a heavy slap He carefully put the teacup in his hand on the table beside him.

If it wasn't for the fact that this was the last scholar to stay in the mansion, he would have turned his face away long ago, so why bother talking here like playing the piano to a cow.

"Don't you usually call someone a little bitch when you quarrel?" Xie Wen rubbed his sore eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to speak patiently, "Besides, Jiang Jingyun was originally that..."

Xie Wen paused, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, pursed his lips, and racked his brains to think about the words.

"Yes! Shameless little bastard! He Jiang Jingyun is a waste of nothing. Last year when Luming Mountain cleared up the bandits, half of the good Xuanhu Camp was lost in his hands. What is there to talk about with such an idiot? Soldiers fighting. Obviously he was the one who took the lead in rushing in. Don’t let the others blow up like fireworks, but he came back intact alone. If you say that he has nothing to do with the bandits, whoever will believe it.”

"You can come out even after entering the Der Spiegel Department, you must have used some shady means." Xie Fan clapped his hands violently, raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes were frighteningly bright, as if he was a villain crawling out of hell. Ghosts are eager to take their lives with people.

"That's right! That's it!" The evil ghost excitedly licked the corner of his mouth and kept urging.

Talent: "..."

The hand of the scholar holding the pen was trembling, and the ink from the tip of the pen kept shaking and falling on the white rice paper, haloing out ink plum blossoms of different shapes, which was really eye-catching.

Xiucai looked hesitantly at Xie Fan who was talking more and more vigorously, his cheeks became hot, and the deer in his heart turned into an adult giant deer and bumped against his chest.

"Master Hou." Xiucai called out in fear.

Xie Fan was talking about being excited, he casually responded and continued talking to himself: "By the way, he was released from prison today, I also invited a band to cheer him up, and you write it together, he will definitely be happy later." Come to me. After all, I am the only one who is willing to take care of him this year. Well...he will definitely be moved...what's that word called?"

The scholar opened his mouth and was about to pick it up, but he heard Xie Fan hurriedly said: "Crying and fussing! He will come to me soon and cry and fuss."

"Master Hou sent someone to the Department of Mirrors?!" Xiucai's eyes widened, and he had no time to correct Xie Yan's words. He couldn't hold the brush in his hand completely, and when he let go, the brush rolled away freely.

"It's almost time to count." Xie Fan yawned lazily, counted the time by counting his fingers, and all that should be blown has been finished.

"You didn't write?" Xie Fan stood up and glanced at the paper full of plum blossoms, the corners of his raised mouth were slightly curved, and his tone was not very good, "Why didn't you write? It’s not detailed enough? Would you like me to explain it again?”

The scholar shrank back, hurriedly picked up the dropped brushes and messy papers, stuffed them in random rolls into his wide sleeves, bowed his hands to Xie Meng, and said very sincerely: "I wrote from home yesterday that my mother is seriously ill. , the younger brother in the Caomin family is still young."

"My younger sister is an idiot, and my father was injured a few years ago and can't lift his arms or shoulders. The family affairs are all in the hands of my mother. As the eldest son of the family, you should go to your mother's bedside to fulfill your filial piety. "

Without waiting for Xiucai to finish speaking, Xie Fan took his words and finished his words like witty words. Finally, he took a sip of the tea in hand and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Isn't it? If you talk about you scholars, you know that you read dead books and don't know how to innovate. Even the excuses you find are the same."

The scholar choked on his words, lowered his head and gritted his teeth secretly, and the creaking sounds from time to time revealed annoyance.

"Okay, let's go." Xie Wen lay down again, half-closed his eyes and waved at the scholar, "No money will be paid to those who take the initiative to leave, and it has nothing to do with the Anping Hou Mansion if they are sought for revenge."

The hopeful light left in the scholar's eyes completely dissipated, he neatly packed his things and saluted Xie Wen without looking back, and went straight to the door in three steps and two steps.

"Master Hou, this is the last one." Steward Wang walked in with his sleeves in his sleeves after politely seeing off the scholar, and said with some distress, "I don't know what they should say this time."

"Follow them." Xie Fan waved his hands indifferently, looked up at the direction of the gate, and asked, "Is Jiang Jingyun here?"

"King Jing?" Butler Wang was puzzled by his question.

Xie Fan gave a general account of the band's affairs, and finally said: "I'm waiting for him to come and cry and make trouble with me."

"..."

The corner of Wang Steward's mouth twitched fiercely, looked at the swearing Xie Fan with a complicated face, and secretly sighed in his heart: It's hard to say if you cry and make trouble, it's almost enough to disturb the Hou's mansion.

Steward Wang looked around worriedly, wondering if he should gather the guards in the mansion first, and try to see if he could resist for a while, as long as he could escape.

While thinking about it, Steward Wang felt a little distressed, and he didn't know whether the Hou's mansion would be able to survive. Last year, his own Hou Ye was deposed as a prince because of King Jing's words, and he didn't even have a chance to argue.

Alas, iniquity.

Xie An grabbed a handful of melon seeds and was about to crack them, but there was a loud noise in his ear, and he sat on the ground with a plop. The melon seeds were scattered all over the ground, and the ground trembled. embrace.

Like a dog who smells shit from a long distance, Xie Fan stepped forward excitedly and found that it was pressed by a boulder, leaving only a little smell.

With a voice full of anger and mixed with a little grievance, he spread out in the chaos: "Damn it! Uncle Wang! Jiang Jingyun, that old bastard who owes a fuck, he actually used dynamite to blow me up!"

The author has something to say:

The copywriting is also mentioned, this is a very low-level comprehension dynasty, because I think Yujian is cooler than light work!Hahahahahaha~

Ranking of martial arts in the text: purple martial arts > blue martial arts > green martial arts > white martial arts

Red envelopes for the first three comments~

A daily question: Did the Marquis of Anping get beaten up today?

Xie Nan (cold face): No.

0v7: Does getting drawn count?

Xie Wen: Not counting.

Thank you: Does being bombed count?

Xie Yan: As long as I don't admit it, it doesn't count.