Until the banquet was over and he left Aunt Han Shi's house, Wang Xun felt so clogged in his heart that he wanted to vomit out everything he had eaten.
How can you do this?
Mrs. Xiangjun's husband is clearly a third-rank official in the court. How could she ignore the dignity of her husband and her family and just want a young man to be her face when she meets him?
How can you do this?
Princess Anding's son was obviously unjustly killed a few months ago, and she suffered the pain of losing her son. How could she easily say something happy to someone, not caring that the other person still had a fourth grade?
Gaoming’s identity?
After all, humans are not beasts. When they see a strong male, they should take the initiative to move towards him and devote their body to him without any reservation!
After all, people are not ants. If you don't like them, you can just crush them to death. You won't have any burden afterwards!
What Wang Xun never dared to mention to anyone was that after he fought back and killed two incompetent assassins in the south of Chang'an City a few months ago, he had been having nightmares continuously for at least more than a month. This was why he did not want to go to Anxi Town.
One of the reasons for his effectiveness is that he is afraid of seeing blood again and seeing a living life disappear before his eyes. Even if the other party is an enemy or a foreign enemy.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the princess, Mrs. Xiangguo's life is worse than that of an ant.
But in the face of higher power, how is Her Royal Highness any different from an ant?!
He regretted coming to this boring blind date today. Not only because of Mrs. Xiangjun's shamelessness, but also because of Princess Anding's ruthlessness. Although, the latter's words were completely on his side.
It would be too much of a fuss to kill Mrs. Xiangjun because of her frivolous behavior. The other party is just a very bored lady who wants to seduce a few young-looking ladies. In the entire city of Chang'an, this person
There are countless such ladies. If they deserved to be executed for their misbehavior, their corpses would probably be laid out from the Zhuque Gate to the Mingde Gate.
"In Chang'an City, only the white marble railings by Qujiang Pool are clean!" Thinking of Mrs. Xiangjun's words, Wang Xun felt like his stomach was churning.
Although the words of the other party are harsh, they are not necessarily outrageous. The King of Chu has such a slim waist that many people in the palace starve to death. As the saying goes, what is done by the superiors will be effective by the subordinates. Even His Majesty the Emperor has blatantly occupied his own daughter-in-law, so how can he do anything to him?
Are the moral requirements for officials and wives too strict?
"Guan Na!" Su Shenxing's evaluation of Wang Zhi, Yang Guozhong and others a few months ago was absolutely appropriate no matter how you look at it.
People's way of thinking is very strange. When you are upset, you often think of nothing pleasant. Today, the half-drunk and half-awake Wang Xun fell into a similar dilemma. From Mrs. Xiangjun's shameless despicableness, he thought of
The more I thought about Princess Anding's ruthlessness and arrogance, and then I thought about King Jingzhao Yin's viciousness and Yang Guozhong's despicableness, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that everything in Chang'an was unpleasant, and even the air smelled of corruption.
"Ugh!" He opened his mouth wide on horseback, but nothing came out. At Aunt Han Shi's house, he didn't eat much to begin with, and some of the wine had already turned into urine and was excreted. At this moment, his stomach was empty.
, there is absolutely nothing to spit out.
"Little Marquis, little Marquis!" Wang Xiang, the young boy who had been following Wang Xun, turned pale with fright. He quickly knocked down his stirrup and went straight to the owner of the house. "What's wrong with you? Is it because of the wine today?"
I drank too much. Please bear with me for a while, and I will find you some tea!"
"Don't, don't go." Wang Xun wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and whispered to stop him. "If someone sees you, laugh, it's a joke!"
Although it is impossible for everyone in the roadside teahouse to recognize him as a young prince, Wang Xun feels that everyone is looking here, always ready to see a drunkard's joke. There is no sympathy at all. Several of them
The faces are still very familiar. They are either Yang Guozhong's minions or the followers of some high-ranking official. They are all laughing at themselves, laughing at themselves for not knowing what is good and good, and laughing at themselves for being arrogant.
This makes people feel even more angry. This is the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty that the great ancestors followed behind the great ancestor and defeated it with their blood and lives. This is Chang'an, the Chang'an where he grew up. But at this moment, the Tang Dynasty and Chang'an look at each other.
It looked so ugly and dirty that he couldn't believe he had been living here.
The foxes in the city and the rats in the society occupy high positions, but the talented people have no way to serve the country. The Tang Dynasty seems to be full of flowers, but in fact it has been eaten away. Whose words are these? It seems to be the rebel thief Xing Wei. He is treasonous and unethical in an instant.
But it was extremely clear to Wang Xun's ears. What is there to miss about the Tang Dynasty? What is there to leave behind in Chang'an? With half-opened hazy drunken eyes, Wang Xun suddenly regretted not accepting Feng Changqing's invitation.
Compared with the glamorous Chang'an, the air in Anxi may be fresher. Compared with the insidiousness and shamelessness of the high-ranking officials and wives of Chang'an City, the straightforwardness of the men in the army is even more valuable.
He had never seen his young master so drunk before. The young boy Wang Xiang suddenly became confused. It was only the afternoon, and the teahouses on the roadside were crowded. As long as he ran over and dropped a few coins, the second brother would definitely be able to do it.
He brought over a pot of good tea soup. But Wang Xiang could not guarantee whether the young master would still be there when he returned from the teahouse. Wearing a sixth-grade off-campus uniform, he rode drunkenly on the street.
Running around is not a good thing. Even if the police patrolling the streets don't dare to take care of it, if some boring censor sees it, there will be endless trouble in the future.
While he was hesitating, there was suddenly the sound of rapid horse hooves from behind, "Make way, make way, you are seeking death!"
Wang Xiang was startled, and quickly pulled the reins of his and Wang Xun's horses to hide beside the road. Several young men, who smelled of alcohol all over their bodies, galloped past the two masters and servants.
The people who couldn't catch up were knocked around and rolled all over the ground, but they didn't even stop, laughed and continued running into the distance.
Drunk and riding a horse in a busy city, Wang Xun often did similar things more than a year ago. But he didn't intentionally hurt anyone. At this moment, Zui saw his old self in his eyes, and he was so angry that he burned with anger. Regardless of
Wang Xiang, the young boy, tried to dissuade him and chased after him with a shake of the reins.
The mount under his crotch was a parting gift from his brothers in Anxi Town. It is the offspring of a cross between Dawan and Anxi fine breeds. Not only does it look handsome, but its leg strength is also top-notch. It has been a long time since I had sex, and suddenly,
After receiving the master's order, how dare you not cherish it? Immediately, "Xi Liu Liu" let out a roar, leaped into the air with all four hooves, and in the blink of an eye, he was chasing the last person in the front team at the head of the horse.
"Some people raise things that no one teaches!" Wang Xun, still drunk, shouted loudly. He extended his left arm diagonally, grabbed the belt of the bad boy in front of him, and lifted him up from the saddle.
"Help—!" He was suddenly lifted off his mount, and the evil boy was so frightened that he shouted at the top of his lungs. Before he could stop shouting, his body had already flown several feet in the air, and he sat down in the sewage channel on the roadside.
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The good Wang Xun never stopped doing anything. He tapped his boots lightly on his stirrups and quickly drew closer to the next bad boy. He opened his big hands, grabbed the opponent like an eagle catching a chicken, and raised it high.
"Put me down, my grandpa is -" the second evil boy threatened loudly, trying to scare Wang Xun with his father's official power. What he got was just a sneer, and Wang Xun, who had already suppressed the evil fire and had nowhere to vent it,
With a shake of his arm, he threw it into the sewer.
Most of the sewage in Chang'an City flows through open channels, the flow rate is very slow, and the depth is only knee-deep. When Wang Xun was in the Baimabao camp, he once led his soldiers to clean up a section of it, so he knew that people would not die if they were drowned by sewage.
The evil young man who was thrown into the sewage didn't know the depth. His hands and feet were fluttering up and down, crying for help, and filling his stomach with large gulps of dirty water.
"Okay!" The people who recovered from the shock refused to help, and stood by the ditch and cheered loudly. Those who wanted to promote narrowness simply picked up some rotten vegetable leaves from the roadside and threw them at the person who fell into the water.
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Amidst the cheers, Wang Xun rode his horse to catch up with the third bad boy, no matter how he begged for mercy. He directly picked him up from the horse and threw him into the stinking ditch. After experiencing the initial confusion, several other bad boys running in front also found out.
Seeing the evil stars chasing behind them, they all turned their horses' heads, pulled out their decorative swords, and held them high in their hands.
"Chop him!" The evil young man who was running at the front but now the farthest away from Wang Xun shouted, his shining sword waving around, "Chop him, and my grandpa will take care of everything!"
"Chop him, chop him!" The other four villains stood in a row on their horses with their swords raised, but no one dared to be the first to step forward.
Seeing that the other party mentioned his father behind him again and again, Wang Xun became increasingly unable to suppress the anger in his heart. Although he was once a playboy, unknowingly, he had betrayed his original self.
Since these bastards like to use their power to bully others! Let them have a taste of being bullied today! In an instant, Wang Xun felt like he had become a hero, carrying a three-foot green blade to wipe out the injustice in the world.
"Didn't your grandpa tell you that everyone has only one life?" Wang Xun pulled out the horizontal sword from his waist and asked with a sneer. Then he knocked his stirrups with his feet. The horse under his crotch thought that it was on the battlefield and immediately increased its speed.
They rushed to the limit. Before the few villains could decide whether to stab their opponents to death with swords or to seriously injure them before escaping, the horizontal knife was already in front of them. They only heard "Puff, puff, puff!" Four soft sounds, and blood.
With a splash, the four villains rolled directly into a pool of blood, and the sword fell far away.
"Killing people!" The onlookers beside the sewage channel screamed loudly and dispersed. The three young men struggling in the sewage were also frightened and kicked their legs violently, and their boots directly stepped on the soft mud at the bottom of the channel.
"It's okay!" Feeling the support coming from under their feet, the villain in the sewage canal was overjoyed. Then, they all screamed at the top of their lungs, "Help, help, someone killed someone in Dongshikou!"
"Help, help!" The evil young man who fell in a pool of blood with his mount also screamed miserably. He didn't even notice that all the blood came from the horse's neck, and not a single hair on his body was hurt.
The last bad boy who had not fallen off the horse had already collapsed on the saddle in fear. With a "clang", the sword worth a thousand gold in his hand fell to the ground. A stream of light yellow water also slowly flowed out from under his crotch, trickling through the horse's belly.
