Just when Wen Chou's Eight Treasure Dragon Spear was about to pierce the evil general's throat, Yan Liang, who was on the other side of Zuo Aoran, rushed forward with a quick stride, aimed his right hand at the horse's belly and punched it. The black horse unexpectedly
He was forced to take several steps back and threw the general on horseback backwards, but the evil general managed to save his life from the gate of hell.
Although Zuo Aoran was secretly annoyed with this evil general, he was also afraid that Wen Chou would kill him in front of so many people. If he really killed this officer and soldier, he would be in trouble. He would keep a close eye on those who had certain intentions.
They will cause a lot of trouble, saying that they are spoiled, bully others, kill innocent people and so on!
Now that I saw Yan Liang knocking the horse back with one punch and saving the evil general's life, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But I was surprised by Yan Liang's bravery. A famous general is a famous general, and his actions were indeed extraordinary! In fact, Zuo Aoran's rescue just now
The action of a man pulling a horse and then pushing another horse over shocked everyone who saw it, but he himself did not wake up. This is in line with the saying: "Those who are in the game are confused, and those who are outside the situation are clear."
At this time, the people who had just been awakened by the sound of weapons clashing were overwhelmed by Yan Liang's bravery. They were in an uproar and talking about it. Where did these people with such magical power come from!?
"Hua'er! Hua'er!" A middle-aged scribe ran out with a pale face. Zuo Aoran knew that this person should be the parent or relative of the little girl in his arms. He glanced at the little girl in his arms and saw her.
Her face is like a jade chisel carved from ice, and her cheeks are so simple and lovely.
But she didn't seem to be afraid at all. She blinked at Zuo Aoran with a pair of big bright eyes. When she heard the middle-aged scribe calling her, she turned her head and opened her mouth, and a clear voice slipped out of her mouth, "Grandpa, grandpa
, Hua'er is here. Hua'er is fine. It was this big brother who saved Hua'er. Big brother is so strong!"
"Hua'er, are you okay? I told you not to run around, you scared grandpa." The middle-aged scribe anxiously wanted to take the little girl named Hua'er from Zuo Aoran's hand.
Zuo Aoran smiled at the little girl, pinched her cute little face, and said: "Little sister, don't run around anymore, your grandpa will be very sad if you break it." After that, he put the little girl away.
Returned to the hands of the middle-aged scribe. (If Zuo Aoran knew that this little girl was named Zhang Chunhua, I don’t know what he would think. Zhang Zhongjing’s granddaughter Zhang Chunhua was erudite, Sima Yi’s wife, Sima Shi, Sima Zhao’s mother, Jin
Queen Zhang, Xuanmu of the country.)
The middle-aged scribe hurriedly made a careful inspection of Zhang Chunhua's whole body, fearing that she might be missing a hair. The affection between ancestors and grandchildren was evident on his face.
At this time, a large group of soldiers came around with weapons and shouted "Hula". They separated the middle-aged scribe, Zuo Aoran, Yan Liang, and Wen Chou, and surrounded Zuo Aoran with their weapons pointed at them.
Three people.
Another part of the soldiers nervously called the princess and helped up the carriage. The general who was thrown off the horse was also helped up by the soldiers, but his face was filled with uncertainty and he looked at Zuo Aoran with a little fear.
Yan Liang and Wen Chou. Especially the ugly man who was surrounded by soldiers, they were even more wary that he would suddenly come and kill them.
Wen Chou saw that he was surrounded by people with weapons, and the general had poisoned his lord first. In his rage, his ugly face was distorted with anger. Unbeknownst to the soldiers, they thought it was an evil spirit coming out to scare people.
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Wen Chou shouted loudly: "Whoever dares to hurt my lord, I will let him die without a burial place!" As he said that, he waved the Eight Treasure Dragon Spear in his hand, and all the weapons in front of him were swept away by Wen Chou and fell to the ground.
On the ground, weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds fell to the ground, making a "ding-dong-dang" metal vibration sound. Wen Chou took one step forward to kill these soldiers.
"Stop!" Zuo Aoran quickly shouted. The soldiers were stunned by Wen Chou's thunderous shouts. Maybe Wen Chou killed them before they could react.
"Lord, let me kill these bird people who dare to be rude to you." Wen Chou said.
"Stop, Wen Chou, you must listen to my lord." Yan Liang hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Wen Chou. He knew that Wen Chou had a hot temper and was impulsive. If Wen Chou was allowed to kill, not even one of these soldiers would survive.
Sometimes, the trick is not to rely on large numbers of people or shouting and shouting. These three people all seem to have infinite strength. Just look at the formation of three people blocking the horse, hitting the horse, waving the spear, and the weapons fall to the ground. Their strength is completely naked.
He's not someone to be trifled with.
All the soldiers looked at Zuo Aoran, Yan Liang, and Wen Chou in fear for a moment. They did not dare to curse or press forward. They stared blankly at Zuo Aoran, not even daring to give a shit.
Let’s take a typical group of guys who bully good and fear evil.
The carriage was righted by a group of soldiers, and the red horse that fell to the ground was able to stand up, but the side of the horse's body that had been in close contact with the ground was covered in blood. Both horses were much more well-behaved, but after
Panting heavily.
The woman in the carriage may have been injured, crying out in pain, "Uh-huh... Come here, this princess is hurting to death, you bastards... go back and ask your father to punish you, oh, oh...
Woo..."
Princess Jingming Zuo Aoran still knows that she is the biological daughter of Ling Emperor Liu Hong, the daughter of Empress He, and the biological sister of Prince Liu Bian of the East Palace. History does not say how she looks like. But Zuo Aoran does not know at this time
I don't know why I suddenly had the idea to see what Princess Jingming looks like.
"Get out of the way!" Zuo Aoran did whatever he wanted and shouted at the soldiers. His eyes widened. The soldiers were so frightened that they shrank their necks and actually moved aside. Zuo Aoran said with satisfaction.
They glanced at each other and thought to themselves: "MD! Are the princess's guards so timid? How can they protect the princess? Humph! A bunch of cowards!" Zuo Aoran walked towards the princess's seat frame and some parts of the carriage.
It has been damaged, one wheel is broken, and it is a question whether it can walk again.
There was a small window on both sides of the carriage's cabin, with beautifully carved curtains hanging from the window. Zuo Aoran, in the eyes of the princess's escort soldiers and the crowd of onlookers, suddenly opened the carriage curtains and looked inside.
Princess Jingming was wearing a silky soft light red dress, although it was a bit messy. She was sitting leaning against the small window of the carriage on the right side, her slender left hand hanging down, and her right hand reaching out to caress her left hand. Her pale face was still hung with a trace of guilt.
With tears shed in pain, he looked sideways at Zuo Aoran, who had a big head sticking out of the small window. Their eyes were facing each other at close range, and their breaths were sprayed on each other's faces, and they were both stunned in silence.
Got the mind.
What Princess Jingming saw was a rather handsome young man. Zuo Aoran was eight feet tall, with slender shoulders and clasped shoulders. His face was like a crown jade, with two sword-shaped eyebrows diagonally inserted into his temples, and bright eyes.
The stars are bright and bright, the nose is straight, the mouth is upright, and the big ears are facing the arms. He is surrounded by three mountains, and the five mountains are gathered together. He wears a plain white six-ribbed mouth-shaped hat, and has velvet pimples as big as the mouth of a bowl on his temples, which are decorated with gold and silver.
There are thirteen rows of white pom-poms, with purple butterflies tied to the pom-poms. If you don’t move your head, the pom-poms will move. When you move your head, the pom-poms will move and the butterflies will fly around. There is a blue pom-pom stuck diagonally on the temples.
Wearing a sapphire blue short waistcoat, with lion loops tied around the chest, dragon tassels hanging down, and cat ears tied with silk luan straps around the waist. A sword hangs under the ribs. This sword is made of gold and stone, has a gold mouth, and has yellow lantern tassels.
A robe with plain white sword sleeves, pocket shorts embroidered with three blue and white jade flowers and sapphire blue segments, and fast boots that can jump three streams at a time. The front and rear heels are well-proportioned, and there is a three-level pulse in the middle. This is really beyond the imagination of chess.
A young and beautiful hero who stands out from the crowd, is distinguished in front of others, and arrogantly seduces everyone!
