"Repeal your body...he wants to redeem me?"

Zheng Tuo Niang, who was already extremely sad and had a desire to die, was already very surprised when she saw Yang Feng stand up, and then she rushed into Yang Feng's arms forever. Now she heard that he was going to redeem herself. Her whole heart was so happy that she almost exploded. She used all her strength to hug the man she had made her miss day and night, fearing that the other party would disappear as soon as she let go. At this time, Zheng Tuo Niang was already unaware of what was happening outside. He only knew that this man who made him moved was going to take her away.

"Yang Feng!"

"He is Yang Feng?"

"That god of killing Yang Feng?"

It was not until then that some people who were slow to react realized that this person was Yang Feng, the commander of Jiangning Guard who had been rumored over the past few days.

If you want to talk about the name Yang Feng, it is definitely famous in Nanjing these days, but this is not a compliment, because Yang Feng's name can be said to be able to stop the child from crying. He and the Nanjing camp soldiers outside the Qianhu Station of Jiangdongmen were killed in the battle. More than a thousand camp soldiers died under his command. To put it bluntly, these more than a thousand camp soldiers were all natives in Nanjing. No one has a group of relatives and friends, and now they have been killed like this. It can be said that Yang Feng and many people in Nanjing have hatred.

"My mother, I was sitting with that god of killing just now, and called me brother? I asked him to pour wine for me?" Luo Baichi, who was sitting at the same table with Yang Feng, was also confused. He really couldn't imagine that the young man who was chatting and spanking with him just now was the most famous god of killing in recent days. Isn't it said that he had to kill ten people every day and eat the child's heart every day to drink wine? Why can I sit here intact after drinking with him for so long?

Without mentioning Luo Baichi, who looked confused, when he learned that the murderous god who had been famous in recent days was standing in front of him and wanted to redeem his daughter Zheng Tuo Niang, Liu's mother felt dark in front of her and almost fainted.

When she tried hard to stand firm, she realized that when Zheng Tuo Niang, who was regarded as a pillar and a money tree, was still lying in the other party's arms, she finally couldn't hold on and sat on the ground and slapped her hands and cried: "My daughter, you can't leave Wei Niang and leave like this. What should you do if Wei Niang and this Meixianglou left!"

Liu's mother's howling finally pulled Zheng Tuo Niang, who was immersed in Yang Feng's warm arms. After returning to Qingming Festival, she realized how indecent her posture was at this time. In this era of ethics and precautions, it was such a shocking thing to throw herself into a man's arms in front of everyone, but she actually did it, which shows how excited she was just now.

Looking at Liu's mother sitting on the ground crying, Yang Feng had no sympathy in his heart. No matter what era, merciful people could not do such a flesh-hearted business. Although Liu's mother kept saying that Zheng Tuo Niang was her daughter, Yang Feng knew very well that she just regarded Zheng Tuo Niang as a money tree. Once Zheng Tuo Niang was not a pure servant in the future or the first person to abandon her after she was old and deteriorated, she would definitely be this Liu's mother.

"Mom Liu, I will take Mom Tu away today. You can offer a price." Yang Feng repeated the words just now, "If you don't say anything, I will take Mom Tu away directly!"

"That's not possible!" After hearing this, Liu's mother didn't know where she got the strength, so she jumped up and grabbed Zheng Tuniang's hand and said loudly: "Tu Niang is the head courtesan of our Meixianglou. Lord Yang, you can't take her away."

"rub……"

With a light sound, a sword was already resting on Liu's mother's arm. The dark, sharp and cold blade passed through her clothes, as if a cold light pierced into her skin, and Yang Feng's faint and cold voice also sounded.

"Mom Liu, I can guarantee that if you don't let go of your hand, I will cut it off here immediately."

Feeling the biting coldness from the sword and Yang Feng's faint and cold words, Liu's mother realized that the one who stood in front of her now was not the clients on weekdays, but the real god of killing. Now there is a story of killing people everywhere in Nanjing. In the past, the eight men of the camp who relied on the power of the Duke of Wei's Mansion were above the top, killing most of them. If he wanted to kill himself, the old madam on the Qinhuai River, would probably not be much more difficult than crushing an ant.

Thinking of this, Mother Liu quickly withdrew the hand holding Zheng Tuan Niang. Looking at Yang Feng's smirk, she hesitated for a moment before smiling embarrassedly, and said carefully: "Sir Yang, look, Tuan Niang is the signature of our Meixianglou. You have also seen it today. So many customers have come here for her. If you take Tuan Niang away, Meixianglou's business will be completely ruined."

"So...you want to stop me, right?" Yang Feng's voice became cold several times.

"Of course not!" Liu's mother was startled. She just cried poorly according to her usual routine, so she would offer a high price later, but this master seemed to be unreasonable. However, Liu's mother also saw from Yang Feng's mouth that the other party was not a good-tempered master. If she was talking a lot, she would probably turn against her face, so she no longer dared to delay. She gritted her teeth and said directly: "It's good. Sir, you only need to give me 10,000 taels of silver. Tuo Niang is yours. When he gets married, the third family will give her a generous dowry to Tuo Niang."

"Ten thousand taels of silver!"

"Shit..."

A sound of gasping in the hall sounded, and many people were stunned by the madam's offer.

No one knows more clearly what 10,000 taels of silver means than them. There were 1,427 counties in the Ming Dynasty. During the Tianqi period, the annual fiscal revenue of the Ming Dynasty was only more than 4 million taels of silver. On average, each county only had more than 3,000 taels of silver. When Liu's mother called it, it would be the taxes for three medium-sized counties in one year.

The gleam in Yang Feng's eyes flashed and his face turned cold, "Mom Liu, I just said that I wanted to redeem my mother. I hope you don't make any random offers. I never thought you would really dare to speak loudly!"

"What a lion's mouth? Lord Yang, you said this to me wrongly accuse me of my family." Liu's mother looked aggrieved. "I have taught Tuo Niang's poems and songs since I was a child, and I also bought rouge and water powder for her every day. As the saying goes, "I raise children with wealth and raise daughters, and the money I spent on her every day has gone to the sea. Now, as long as I have 10,000 taels, it is still the price given by my family for Lord Yang's sake."
Chapter completed!