The Romance of a Gentleman in the Sui and Tang Dynasties Chapter 157 Are You Sister Ono, the Japanese Ambassador? (Make up for yesterday's update, continue
Chapter 157 Are You Sister Ono, the Japanese Ambassador? (Make up for yesterday's update, continue
Chapter 157
Zhili saw Yang Qian's strange behavior and couldn't help but hesitantly moved closer.
"Sir, have you been inspired again and want to study here?"
Qin Qiong, Niu Jinda: "???" This Yang Xiandi loves studying too much, right?
Yang Qian's whole body felt bad. God had an inspiration. Is this kind of place where people drink wine and eat meat suitable for studying?
"No, well, I suddenly thought of something. Brothers, you go upstairs first. Zhili, you can go up too. I'll be back as soon as I go."
Zhili still wanted to speak, but Yang Qian glared at him in confusion, and he could only watch Yang Qian leave with resentment.
"I'm afraid that for a scholar like Yang Xiandi, there's something he doesn't want to talk about. It's okay. Our brothers will go up first."
Qin Qiong laughed and strode upstairs.
Yang Qian picked up the Huanshou knife at his waist and walked quickly in the direction where the crowd dispersed.
Not far away, I saw four Japanese men with swords beating a young beggar on their hands and knees.
Standing next to him was a Japanese man in brocade robes, covering his eyes and screaming incessantly.
At this moment, the panic-stricken crowd saw a rich and handsome young man with flying sleeves rushing forward instead of retreating towards the Japanese who were committing murder.
The Japanese in brocade robes heard the sound of footsteps and subconsciously turned their heads.
Then I saw a handsome young man rushing forward and raising his fist gracefully.
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The four Japanese who were beating up the young beggar heard the screams. When they turned around, they saw their master rolling to the ground with his face in his arms.
He was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. The sound of eight croaks came and went, and he abandoned the little beggar and rushed towards this direction.
Yang Qian already held the long sheathed sword in his hand and slashed directly across the sword. The first Japanese to rush towards him subconsciously stretched out his arm to block it.
However, the sheathed long sword was still carried forward by the huge force, knocking over the tofu stall on the roadside, immediately splashing countless white liquid, causing a commotion everywhere.
Before they could rush over from behind, one of the Japanese shouted loudly and pulled out the Japanese sword from his waist.
Without thinking, Yang Qian swung the unsheathed Huanshou sword in his hand, both sword and sheath, directly into the belly of the Japanese swordsman.
Before he even had time to scream, the Japanese man who drew his sword directly hugged his stomach and slumped to the ground with a pale face.
Seeing that the other two Japanese were still charging towards them, Yang Qian, without weapons, rushed to the roadside in two steps.
He turned towards the aunt who was crying when she saw that the tofu stall was smashed to pieces. "Don't be afraid, aunt, I will pay for it later..."
While he was talking, Yang Qian had already taken the two long-handled wooden spoons used to scoop tofu into his hands and turned around to throw them away.
Two spoonfuls of steaming hot tofu were poured directly on the face of one of the Japanese who rushed towards him.
This guy immediately dropped the weapon in his hand, hugged his face and screamed in agony.
Yang Qian kicked out and sent the Japanese flying backwards.
The last remaining Japanese man was so frightened that he took a step back. Naturally, Yang Qian would not let him go. He strode forward and swung two long wooden spoons with all his strength.
Two crisp sounds...
The heads of the two strong wooden spoons were completely shattered. The Japanese man was holding the broken wooden spoon on his head and fell to the ground crookedly.
The panic-stricken crowd stopped running.
He looked at this gentle and elegant young man with rosy lips and white teeth, without any trace of violence in his body, with dull eyes.
He just held the two broken wooden handles of the wooden spoons and stood calmly on the spot.
Under his feet, five Japanese were languishing on the ground, struggling and moaning.
As for the little beggar, he finally raised his head with difficulty.
After seeing the face of this rich and handsome young man clearly, I couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
"It's you?"
Yang Qian turned his head, "Oh, what a fate. He just let Peter Pan go yesterday."
Today, this guy did some sneaky things again, and more importantly, he also stole from international friends.
"not me."
Peter Pan got up, turned his back to Yang Qian again with lightning speed, and disappeared into the distance.
Yang Qian's face turned dark. What the hell is fate? It's just ape dung that humans hate and dogs hate.
At this moment, a young lady on the side of the road with flushed cheeks and stars in her eyes bravely stepped forward and reminded Yang Qian in a low voice.
"Young gentleman, please leave quickly. The official will be here soon."
Yang Qian: "..." I really want it too, I really want to run away.
System: No, you don't want to.
Yang Qian could only try hard not to let his expression show sadness, and showed a gentle and elegant smile that could make the kind-hearted young lady in front of him heart beat faster.
"Thanks for the reminder, I just have some unfinished business."
He had only completed half of the tasks issued by the system, and he still wanted to continue to commit suicide on the spot.
Uh, no, you still need to show your excellent literary skills.
But before that, Yang Qian felt that he had more important things to do.
As a result, the melon-eaters fled in all directions, and now the melon-eaters who gradually gathered again were surprised to find out.
This gentle and handsome young man not only did not escape after beating five Japanese people.
On the contrary, he was able to calmly hang his sword on his waist again, and then took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the tofu lady who was looking frustrated.
"I just said below that I would compensate you, auntie. I wonder if this is enough?"
Aunt Doufu was stunned for a long time. She looked at the weighty piece of silver in her hand and nodded dully. "Enough, enough, enough."
"That's enough..." Yang Qian glanced around and pondered for a long time, but he still felt too ashamed to speak.
Yang Qian's eyes lit up and he walked to the copy stall set up by a scholar next to the tofu stall.
The scholar stall owner, whose clothes were starched and turned white, looked at Yang Qian blankly.
"Mr. Sir, you didn't break my things, so you don't have to apologize." But his tone sounded a little regretful.
"You are so brave, you dare to hurt me, I am an envoy of Japan!"
The Japanese who was dressed in the most luxurious clothes and was knocked down by Yang Qian first covered his face and stammered and shouted.
"..." The Japanese envoy? Before he could compose a poem, Yang Qian suddenly turned around, frightening the Japanese envoy to take two steps back.
"Are you Ono-chan?"
"Do you recognize me?" The Japanese envoy looked at Yang Qian in confusion.
Yang Qian looked at the Japanese envoy and couldn't help but laugh heartily.
"...As the saying goes, there is no place to be found if you step through iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there."
Yang Qian walked back again. Then, the crowd saw Yang Qian raising his fist again.
There was a loud snap, and the Japanese emissary Ono was knocked flying three feet.
"?????"
ps: Thanks to book friend Maple Leaf (Ding Ding), You Love Heaven and Earth for the reward. I’m really sorry. There was something wrong with my computer, so I took it to be repaired.
It has just been fixed. What a tragedy. This is the update last night. There will still be two updates today. Sorry everyone.