Why do you even dare to beat Mr. Hu Hai, but you tell me you can’t?
Seeing Xiao He tightly holding the hand holding the brick, Qin Feng became furious and wanted to activate the crossbow in his sleeve and send him directly to see the King of Hell!
At this critical moment, a slightly unfamiliar name came out of Xiao He's mouth.
"Wushi Luo!"
Qin Feng's pupils suddenly shrank and he slowly put down the brick in his hand.
At this time, the young man also noticed something and turned around.
He looked at Qin Feng looking like a noble man, looked up and down, frowned and said:
"Who are you?"
Upon hearing this, Hei Niu and Tie Zhu were immediately unhappy.
How dare you not know who the boss of my family is?
Does your young father understand?
Seeing them roll up their sleeves, they were ready to twist the young man in front of them into a twist.
Qin Feng reached out his hand in time to stop them, and then muttered:
"The Marquis of Xianyang, Qin Feng."
This name seems to have magic power.
The young man immediately put away his violent and unruly spirit, and looked like a sheep. He bowed respectfully and saluted:
"Wu Shiying, I have met the Marquis of Xianyang."
Qin Feng nodded. Looking at the heroic young man in front of him, he suddenly remembered something.
The Wushiluo and Rong tribes are the most powerful tribe in the northwest!
His family's livestock are measured by valleys.
His family's money can't be used up even if they are squandered for ten lifetimes.
It can be said that half of the war horses of the Qin army came from Wushiluo.
As for the Northern Expedition against the Huns, his family even provided 100,000 war horses to the Qin Dynasty.
Such a generous move made Ying Zheng directly call it "the position of the emperor".
That's right, no one in Da Qin can conquer the territory, but he can.
Although the territory of the Rong tribe in the northwest originally belonged to the Wushi.
However, Wu Shiluo gained political recognition from Ying Zheng through his own efforts, which proved how important he was to the Qin Dynasty.
Although Wu Shiying said he was very respectful, he was still looking at Qin Feng secretly.
This world-famous Marquis of Xianyang is actually so young?
From the looks of it, he doesn't look like he's 30 years old?
He also looks very handsome. Could it be that... he and His Majesty the First Emperor are really like the legend...
Hiss! If that were the case, it would be easier to handle.
After all, he is just a favorite, how can he be compared with Wushi?
Qin Feng naturally saw the unruly look in Wu Shiying's eyes. He pointed to the seriously injured vendor next to him and said lightly:
"what to do?"
Wu Zhiying chuckled lightly, glanced at the vendor, and said:
"He's just a lowly businessman, and he even hurt my bloody horse.
Do you know the bloody horse? It’s the best war horse in a million!"
Qin Feng nodded, continued to point at the vendors, and said calmly:
"I know, so what should I do?"
Wu Shiying was stunned for a moment, looked at Qin Feng playfully, smiled and said:
"This bloody horse is worth thousands of gold.
I heard that the Yan State used to spend thousands of gold to buy horse bones.
So, even though I hurt someone, he still owes me a thousand gold coins, is this reasonable?"
"It's reasonable, so what should we do?"
"Let's see, I don't want him to have a thousand pieces of gold anymore, and I won't hold him responsible for offending me. How about settling everything?
I know this is a very fair decision.
Of course, this is all for your face, Marquis Xianyang."
Qin Feng nodded and looked at Wu Shiying quietly for a long time.
He looked at the middle-aged man who was still vomiting blood.
There was also his young daughter beside him, and his wife lying next to him, crying bitterly.
Qin Feng suddenly grinned:
"It's fair! It's so fair!
I didn’t expect that in Da Qin, I would be able to meet someone with the same path.
Do you know what my nickname is? Fair young man!"
Seeing Qin Feng smiling, Wu Shiying also looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Chengzhengcheng, my little brother's nickname is also the fair gentleman!"
The two people smiled and laughed, and actually hugged each other, looking extremely affectionate.
They put their arms around each other and call each other brothers. For those who don’t know, they think they are good brothers who have known each other for many years.
Seeing this scene, Xiao He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This is Wushi’s eldest son!
Wu Shiluo was such a son, and he loved him very much.
He has been arrogant and domineering since he was a child and refuses to obey anyone.
Even his own father can't control it.
And growing up in the Rong tribe, it is inevitable that you will be tainted with violence.
Beating others is commonplace.
As for killing by mistake, there are more.
The Rong tribe had been on the border before, so naturally they wouldn't make a big fuss.
But now we enter Xianyang to pay homage to His Majesty the First Emperor.
But he met the evil star Qin Feng!
If he killed the Rong people, it would be nothing, but if he seriously injured the people of Da Qin, it would be difficult to deal with it!
It's not that Xiao He is cowardly, but that Wushi's current status is too high.
The 300,000 troops from the north have not retreated yet and still need the support of Wuzhi.
If dealing with Wu Zhiying caused Wu Zhiying to become alienated, then things would be very serious!
Once the Wu clan betrays the Qin Dynasty, whether they join forces with the Da Yuezhi or the broken Xiongnu, they will bring another catastrophe to the grassland.
Great Qin could not afford a second battle to destroy the Huns, which was why Xiao He hoped Qin Feng could endure it.
This is such a big deal!
Seeing Qin Feng's general knowledge, Xiao He couldn't help but sigh.
Boss Qin has finally grown up.
If his temper had been the same as before, I'm afraid Wu Shiying would have shed her skin today even if she didn't die.
Thinking of this, Xiao He couldn't help but look at the unfortunate merchant family.
All he can do is to deal with the aftermath.
Give more pensions, it can be considered as showing some care.
As for the merchant's family, they couldn't help but feel even more sad when they saw that the Marquis of Xianyang had surrendered.
The wife looked at Qin Feng and Wu Thiying with their arms around each other in fear. She didn't know what to say and just kept crying.
The little girl cried loudly, looked at Qin Feng, and cried:
"You are not the Marquis of Xianyang! You are fake! You are not!"
The middle-aged man endured the pain of suffocation, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and covered the little girl's mouth.
Trying to force out an ugly smile, he vomited blood and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Marquis Xianyang... the child is not sensible...
I'm fine... I'm not causing any trouble for you."
Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, but ignored it.
He was still holding hands with U Thi Ying, laughing heartily.
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, Qin Feng asked:
"By the way, good brother, where are you from?"
Wu Shiying cupped his hands and said:
"My younger brother is from the northwest, Rong tribe.
If you have time, I must go and sit there.
I will definitely serve you with good wine and beautiful women!"
"Hahaha! It's easy to say!
It turns out we are fellow villagers! No wonder we are so speculative!"
