Wu Minzhi covered his forehead and fell in the front hall of Li's house, rolling on the ground.
Li Youdao looked pale and stared at his hands with a look of disbelief.
Why can't you hold back your temper? Or maybe the bastard in front of you really deserves a beating. It is said that the Queen has nothing to do with him.
Thinking that he accidentally injured the queen's nephew, Li Youdao couldn't help but become more panicked.
He knew the Queen's methods, and he also knew that the Queen had always had a cold attitude towards the so-called aristocratic families. At that time, the eldest son Wuji was in power, but he was pushed down by the couple from the Tian family.
In Li Youdao's heart, the queen's weight was obviously much greater than that of Li Qinzai. He had the courage to offend Li Qinzai, but he never had the courage to offend the queen. Even the entire family behind him would not dare.
In fact, elites from aristocratic families are a very calm type of people. The elite education they have received since childhood involves many aspects, and assessing the situation must be the most important part.
It has become the instinctive intuition of the children of aristocratic families to be able to determine whether the other person is irritable or untouchable at the first sight, and their intuition is rarely wrong.
Li Youdao felt that he could offend Li Qinzai, but he could not offend Wu Minzhi, because to offend Wu Minzhi was to offend the queen, and the entire Li family in Zhao County was not that good at it.
Wu Minzhi's face was covered with blood, and Li Youdao was also anxious. He hurriedly ordered his servants to bring water, and asked the doctor in the mansion to treat Wu Minzhi's injuries.
Wu Minzhi was still rolling on the ground and screaming miserably. His screams attracted many servants in the mansion to gather in the corridor and watch from a distance.
Today must be the most unlucky day for the Li Mansion, as if a god of plague has come in for no apparent reason.
Li Youdao suppressed his anger, knelt down in front of Wu Minzhi, and sighed: "Brother Wu Xian, I was so excited just now that I made a mistake. Please forgive me. It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. I will prepare a generous gift to apologize to my dear brother. Please don't care about it."
How about my loss?"
Wu Minzhi let go of his voice and shouted sharply: "Li Youdao is going to kill me again!"
The sound was so pitiful that Li Youdao was so frightened that he took two steps back and raised his hands to show that he was innocent and had no intention of killing him.
Wu Minzhi's scream suddenly stopped, he looked at Li Youdao with blood on his face, his tone returned to normal and asked: "Can your daughter marry me?"
Li Youdao was furious: "Of course not!"
"Help, Li Youdao killed someone! Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Wu Minzhi stood up quickly and ran towards the door of the house with blood on his face.
Li Youdao stared blankly at Wu Minzhi running away, with deep confusion and anger in his eyes.
It is normal that people who deal with crazy criticism for the first time have this kind of virtue. In this regard, Li Qinzai and Li Youdao actually have something in common.
Seeing Wu Minzhi rushing out of the house, Li Youdao suddenly remembered the blood on his face and the so-called "Li Youdao kills people" he shouted.
Li Youdao's heart suddenly pounded, and he secretly thought it was not good.
Wu Minzhi's appearance at this moment is too real. If he were really rushed to the street, Li Youdao would be filled with yellow mud in his crotch, which would be either feces or feces.
So Li Youdao didn't care about his dignity and chased Wu Minzhi.
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Outside the door of Li Youdao Mansion, Tang Ji, who had been sitting in the shade of a tree, watched a farce.
First, he saw Wu Minzhi running out in panic with blood on his face, and then he saw Li Youdao chasing him out in anger, followed by a group of servants of the Li family.
A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Ji Gujing Bubo's eyes. This situation was indeed unexpected. He didn't expect Wu Minzhi to sneak in, let alone Li Youdao chasing him out the door.
Although it was an accident, it did not affect Tang Ji's action plan.
After sitting in the shade of a tree and waiting for a while, Tang Ji stood up and slowly walked towards the west side of the wall of Li Mansion.
The terrain had been surveyed for a long time. Tang Ji knew that under this section of the wall was a loophole for Li Mansion's troops to patrol. After standing under the wall and looking around, Tang Ji flew up and put his hands firmly on the top of the wall, slowly
He stuck his head out and quickly glanced inside the wall.
The situation inside the wall was calm, Tang Ji no longer hesitated, he used both hands to force his body and climbed into the wall neatly with skill.
After landing, Tang Ji lay down in a dark corner of a rockery, breathing slowly, like a leopard that has locked onto its prey, silently and calmly waiting for a fatal blow to the prey.
The time was very long, Tang Ji was not in a hurry at all, and he did not appear to be impatient at all. He even enjoyed the excitement and loneliness at this moment.
Tang Ji was crawling behind the rockery. His body was mixed with the thick fallen leaves, and even his breathing seemed to be still. If someone hadn't walked up to Tang Ji and bent down to look carefully, they would not have noticed that there was another person lurking here.
people.
It was already evening and the sun was about to set.
A golden setting sun spread across the unfamiliar courtyard, and the rockery beside the courtyard wall seemed to be covered with a layer of auspicious golden light.
Tang Ji turned his head with the slightest movement, his numb eyes facing the setting sun on the horizon.
That sunset, praised by countless poets, had no charm at all for Tang Ji.
There was no poetry in his eyes, only thick blood.
After his family was destroyed, he had completely lost the ability to appreciate the beauty of the world.
If he could, he would even want to destroy everything in the world, including himself.
During his exile in southern Guizhou, he ate and slept in the open, killed ruthless bandits in the wilderness, and snatched leftover food from beggars' bowls. He slept in graveyards, and competed with gods and bodhisattvas for offerings.
His superb skills are not due to some unique martial arts secrets that he picked up after falling off a cliff, but the lessons learned from fighting for his life in order to survive over the years.
Every cut is a story of failure and luck, and every scar is his effort to survive.
His skills were learned by him in battles with numerous bandits and powerful knights.
Before that, he was a handsome and elegant young man who didn't know what darkness in the world was. After his family was ruined, he had integrated into the darkness and gambled his life to gain his current superb skills.
Such a person will not care about how beautiful the setting sun is. The scenery in the world is no longer worthy of his state of mind.
After a long time, night fell.
Lanterns were set up inside and outside Li's house. The rockery where Tang Ji lay was probably in a relatively remote corner of the backyard. No one hung lanterns here, but it happened to be convenient for Tang Ji's work.
Outside the courtyard, groups of cruising troops passed by. Tang Ji half-closed his eyes, silently counting the time intervals between each group's patrols.
After waiting for another half an hour, Tang Ji finally felt confident and suddenly opened his eyes with murderous intent.
Tonight was the first time he did something for someone else. This person didn't seem to be a good person, but he couldn't help it. This person was kind to him.
Outside the wall, there were two bangs, and Tang Ji suddenly stood up from the thick fallen leaves, and then quietly sneaked outside the arch of the courtyard.