Twilight Cloud Returns

Zhao Darong kicked open the door with brute force, and saw Yun Sheng in the wing room was adjusting the pipa, Yun Chuxiu put one leg on the other round stool, shaking the feather fan freely, but Wuqing was gone gone.

The old bustard stared and searched, where is the figure of that handsome young man just now?Could it be possible to know how to escape from the ground?

However, the anxious situation in front of her does not allow the old bustard to think about it. The two enemies meet on a narrow road, and they have to lift the roof of her drunken rouge!

Zhao Darong sneered: "Look at you, you bastard is full of lies! Didn't it mean that Miss Yuwan was upset and couldn't sing a song to entertain guests? Why is the young man here who returned to Beijing triumphantly? I'm afraid there are no girls in this military camp, young man The evil fire on my body has nowhere to vent..."

Such ugly words, except for Rong Changkun, who was not blind before, and searched all over the huge capital, only Zhao Darong, who is now under the special care of the Prime Minister, can say it.

Yun Chuxiu has never been able to take care of a small guy like Zhao Darong.Wuqing was beaten by him that day, but he firmly remembered it in his heart.

Since he took the initiative to send it to his door, then Zhao Darong is waiting to die!

I just heard Yun Chuxiu said leisurely: "My father-in-law remembers that he took off Dr. Zhao's two arms that day. Unexpectedly, his arms are healed, and his mouth is also sharp. It seems that the doctor who treated Dr. Zhao also prescribed some tongue treatments. It’s just that the curative effect of this medicine is mediocre in my father’s opinion, teaching people to learn the language of animals is definitely a quack doctor!”

His sarcasm and sarcasm did not utter dirty words, and every word pierced Zhao Darong's heart.

Rong Changkun, who had been following Zhao Darong all this time, couldn't bear it any longer when he heard Yun Chuxiu repeating the incident of having his eyes destroyed that day.He exhausted all his strength, but he could barely clenched his fists, and was supported by a servant and walked out from behind. Because he couldn't accept the stimulation of the strong light, he covered his eyes with black cloth, but his hearing was much sharper than before.

Relying on Yun Chuxiu's voice, Rong Changkun accurately found his location, and shouted weakly and angrily: "Cousin... must kill... this arrogant and domineering Yun Chuxiu... cough cough... in return The humiliation of our past..."

Seeing his dying appearance, Yun Chuxiu really did what the little emperor said - he might have a few more years to live through this spring, if he can't make it through, it will be this spring.

Rong Changkun asked his servants to support him even when he was standing, but Zhao Darong took him out to have fun. Isn't this pushing him to the road to hell?

Seeing that Yun Chuxiu was silent for a while, Zhao Darong was afraid that the real purpose of bringing Rong Changkun here would be discovered, so he immediately raised his hand, and several servants rushed forward, intending to besiege Yun Chuxiu.

Seeing that he was about to start a fight, the bustard shook his half-exposed shoulders and said anxiously: "My man! This can't be done, can't be done!"

In fact, she only said half a sentence, and she only dared to murmur in her heart: my best rosewood...it's all silver...it's all silver!

A few lackeys who can only punch and kick are not enough to loosen Yun Chuxiu's muscles and bones.The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he could see through the madam's thoughts at a glance, and said, "Mother Qi, don't worry, nothing in Yuwan's room will be damaged."

Hearing that Yun Chuxiu was so arrogant and conceited that he didn't take himself seriously, Rong Changkun was so angry that he almost coughed out his lungs, and asked the servant who was supporting him to come forward to help.

The servants relied on their brute strength, without any rules, and punched indiscriminately.Yun Chuxiu closed the lupine calmly, and at the right time, the handle of the fan hit the wrist that was about to hit her chest with gravity, and the servant immediately wailed in pain, holding his arms and turning around in circles.

Rong Changkun couldn't see it, like a paper man leaning on Zhao Darong's body, listening to his cousin's real-time broadcast, he cursed: "A bunch of... trash! Let him... damn... give it to me!"

The rest of the servants saw that the young master made the man spin around in pain with no effort, and they didn't dare to go forward for a while, but their own young master still forced him to go up, so they had to growl to embolden them, and forced to meet him.

Yun Chuxiu raised one leg contemptuously and kicked him to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the old bustard saw that the servant was about to bump into the blue and white porcelain that was bought at a good price two days ago on the table. Even a person who doesn't know martial arts can fly in an instant and hold the blue and white porcelain in his arms!Distressed tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he smudged away the three thick layers of face powder, like a female ghost.

But she can't care about her beauty at the moment, she mutters: "My mother's blue and white porcelain... my old mother's blue and white porcelain..."

Just as the old bustard was heaving a sigh of relief, the servant's perfect arc kicked by Yun Chuxiu happened to land on her.

The bustard almost didn't come up in one breath!

She lay on the ground in an indecent posture, looked up at Yuwan who was still doing nothing, and said anxiously: "Yuwan, help mother persuade the men! The men always listen to your singing, and they listen the most your!"

Yun Sheng pretended not to hear the old bustard's words, and covered the strings with fingers as smooth as suet jade, and after a couple of fiddles, a famous pipa song - Flying Daggers was revealed.

The cadence of the melody fits perfectly with the moves of Yun Chuxiu.The noisy pipa spread to the first floor, and the benefactors who were eating flower wine were attracted, and they couldn't help but stop, with tears in their eyes: "It's Miss Yuwan! Miss Yuwan finally played the tune again..."

The old bustard gritted his teeth and patted the ground—has the child lost his mind from crying? What kind of tune is he playing at this time!

But after a few notes, all the boys were beaten and lay on the ground, rolling back and forth in pain.

Zhao Darong immediately threw out the long whip pinned to his waist, his eyes were full of viciousness.

Yun Chuxiu whistled, and said disdainfully: "Three days away from you, Mr. Zhao seems to have learned a new move, and he wants to play in front of my father-in-law."

He jumped from the railing and came to the open-air first floor in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Darong followed closely behind.

After everyone saw the two people who had had deep grievances, the lively hall fell silent for a moment, and they all hid under the eaves to watch the excitement.

The men who were making ups and downs in the wing room on the second floor also stopped doing it, and all put up their obscene pants and watched the romantic farce at the railing.

The old bustard pushed aside the servant who was pressing on her in disgust, and ran to the first floor in a panic.

Although nothing in Yuwan's room was damaged, how could the ancestor of Young Master Zhao conjure a whip like a magic trick!With this whip, the tables, chairs and benches on the first floor will not be smashed to pieces!

The old bustard took small steps and shouted: "My lord! My ancestors! I beg you to go out and fight..."

No one would listen to a procuress of a brothel, just like a gust of wind, it will be gone after passing by.

Wuqing originally listened to Yun Chuxiu's words and hid behind the screen, but seeing the sudden change in the situation, she ran out from behind the screen worriedly.

Zhao Darong set up his posture, waiting for Yun Chuxiu to make a move.As soon as he opened the feather fan, Zhao Darong's body shook involuntarily.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Zhao Darong still clearly remembers this thing until now, and it was really amazing to have Rong Changkun's eyes!

He clenched the handle tightly, ready to fight to the death.

The ambush upstairs is imminent, and the confrontation downstairs is endless.

After more than half a year of experience, Zhao Darong is indeed not to be underestimated now, he is no longer the second-generation ancestor who only knows how to mess around with flowers and willows.

Yun Chuxiu could feel his heavy hostility and desire to fight for power and profit from every whip of his whip.

When the two were fighting, Rong Changkun was helped down the stairs by the servant.

The young master who disturbed the restlessness of the capital disappeared for more than half a year, and showed his current half-dead face again, so that the idle people who watched the excitement did not recognize who it was for a while.

He anxiously asked the servant cousin next to him if he had uniformed Yun Chuxiu?

How could a domestic servant have the nerve to answer this question?My young master is a doctor of Guanglu Temple who eats his salary for free, how can he be compared with the General Zhenyuan who once desperately killed the enemy?

In just one or two rounds, Zhao Darong was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back, and the whip in his hand fell to the ground, and was picked up by Yun Chuxiu. He subconsciously wanted to lash Zhao Darong with a whip in repayment. Riwuqing suffers for nothing!

Zhao Darong lay on the ground, secretly winking.Someone in the crowd accidentally pushed Rong Changkun and pushed him to the center of the fight between the two.

Seeing that this whip was about to fall on Rong Changkun.

With his current body bone, with one whip, he will definitely die on the spot.

Yun Chuxiu instantly understood Zhao Darong's purpose for bringing Rong Changkun here - to blame Rong Changkun's death on himself.

He immediately took back the whip he had shot!

Rong Changkun was pushed to the ground, his eyes were dark, and he wagged his buttocks and groped wildly, like a dog looking for food on the ground.

The crowd couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed at the young master who once caused troubles in the capital.

"Unexpectedly, the son of the dignified Prime Minister can have such a situation today!"

"Hahahaha! Who said otherwise!"

"He is not as good as my dog ​​now, the dog can tell the direction!"

You humiliated me with every word, and every word fell into Rong Changkun's ears-it's unreasonable!He is Rong Xiang's son!Rongxiang's son!Rong Xiang's son...

Those people seemed to be able to understand Rong Changkun's thoughts, and sneered every word: "But Xiang Rong's son is now a waste!"

How could the servants tolerate the young master's insult like this!They took advantage of their power and cursed: "Fuck you! Get out! Get out!"

Just when they were about to help Rong Changkun up, Fat Hairy, who was squatting on the drunken rouge tea stand, sensed that his master was in danger, and desperately broke away from Gu Xiaorui's leash, barking loudly, and went straight He threw himself on Rong Changkun, biting his clothes with sharp fangs.

"Fat Rong!" Yun Chuxiu and Wu Qing shouted at the same time, stepping forward to stop his behavior.

At this moment, Zhao Darong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground, the light of success flashed across his eyes.

Even though Rong Changkun, a good-for-nothing like Rong Changkun, couldn't bear that whip, this stupid dog that suddenly rushed out really helped him a lot!

Fat Velvet loyally protects the lord, and will never allow anyone to bully Yun Chuxiu, biting Rong Changkun's lapel tightly.The latter has never encountered such a humiliating thing as being bitten by a dog!He was also overwhelmed by his fat and huge body, his face was flushed, and all the servants came up to drive away the dog of unknown origin.

One person and one dog wrestled together, and the other party was the only son of a powerful prime minister, how ironic!

The comments and cynicism of the common people are like an army of ants crossing the border at this moment, devouring Rong Changkun's remaining life.