Several Blood Eagle warriors have been forced to the corner of the courtyard by Zhao Rang, with a solid courtyard wall behind them.
The blade was approaching inch by inch, and Yuan Mingkong also inserted it from the side. He was already familiar with the opponent's way of drawing the sword. At this moment, his right fist was clenched tightly and pressed against his abdomen, while the other hand was hidden behind his back, waiting for these few blood
The Eagle Warrior couldn't withstand the power of Zhao Rang's sword and scattered in all directions. He then used his fists to fight against it.
It is not easy to come up with such a complete strategy when facing a battle.
The two of them are in perfect harmony, and with just one action, they only know each other's thoughts.
Zhao Rang thrust his body forward again, and the strength of the sword became stronger again. Seeing that the people on the opposite side were about to be unable to reach him, a touch of white energy appeared on Yuan Mingkong's fists.
"Eagle Cry!"
A loud eagle cry echoed through the night sky.
Compared with the crispness before, it is a bit more miserable now.
After hearing the cry of the eagle, these blood eagle warriors turned around without hesitation and used their strength to break open the courtyard wall and escape into the pitch-black night.
"Stop chasing!"
Yuan Mingkong saw that Zhao Rang's sword power was not diminishing, and he was afraid that he would become more aggressive and pursue him.
Of course, Zhao Rang also knew the principle of not chasing after a poor enemy, not to mention that he was not familiar with this city. If he went out hastily, he would mess up the plot and lose more than he gained.
I just want to let these bastards get away completely, and I feel unwilling to do so.
In the dilapidated courtyard, the two Elaeagnus angustifolia trees had been completely burned, leaving only a bare trunk, which was scorched black.
Zhao Rang's blouse has also become tattered, especially the hem, which can almost be described as tattered.
Simply take it off and throw it out through the hole in the courtyard wall, out of sight and out of mind.
Before the two of them could catch their breath, Jin Sanliang and the remaining bodyguards hurried to the backyard.
When Yuan Mingkong heard the noise, he immediately hugged Zhao Rang and said:
"Go first!"
He did not want to show his body in front of Jin Sanliang and others.
The reason why I took Zhao Rang into action just now was purely for the sake of justice.
Regardless of whether they are sold or robbed, it will not be a good thing if these arrows fall into the hands of people from the Western Regions.
Now that the crisis has passed, the relationship between Yuan Mingkong and the Admiralty Escort Bureau cannot be eased because of this, as they still have unfinished accounts with each other!
"Where should I find you?"
Zhao Rang asked towards Yuan Mingkong's back.
Yuan Ming said without looking back:
"Where you drink!"
Before he could think about it carefully, Jin Sanliang and others rushed into the backyard with a huffing and puffing.
"Brother, I won't say thank you for your kindness! I will never hesitate to ask you what I, Jin Sanliang, do in the future!"
Jin Sanliang was indeed a man of good temper. In front of all his escorts, he knelt down with a plop, bowed his head and bowed.
Seeing the vice-president's behavior, the others also knelt down and thanked Zhao Rang endlessly.
Zhao Rang turned sideways and did not accept the courtesy at all.
Jin Sanliang was a little embarrassed when he saw this, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:
"I'm really sorry for bringing my brother into this for no reason. Please wait a moment, brother. On behalf of the Admiralty Escort Agency, I definitely have my heartfelt contribution!"
He thought that Zhao Rang did not accept this courtesy because his previous words were too false.
As long as there is life in the future, I will never say anything about it.
Regardless of whether he was sincere or not when he said this, even if he really encountered a cover-up, how should Zhao Rang send him a message? Could it be that Jin Sanliang, the vice-president of the bodyguard, had misbehaved and followed him day and night?
, just to repay this favor?
Compared to this empty cliché, charlatans certainly prefer visible and tangible benefits.
Such as money.
Any words of thanks are not as direct as sealing the money directly.
Jin Sanliang waved to an escort, indicating him to do this.
The young bodyguard who was following him earlier had died under the random arrows just now.
Zhao Rang swung the knife in his hand to block the escort's way, then turned to Jin Sanliang and said:
"You may have misunderstood. I'm not helping you."
At this point, any more words would have been lost, so Yuan Mingkong did not let Zhao Rang continue.
"I've finished my work. We'll see you later!"
He wanted to say "take care of yourself", but he thought it was too okay and he really didn't have to worry about them.
After saying that, Zhao Rang bowed his hands to Jin Sanliang and the escorts, and walked out through the hole in the courtyard wall.
It was already dark, and that night he had been drinking, catching thieves, and killing people with a knife. At this moment, the strength in his body relaxed, and exhaustion came up like a tide, filling Zhao Rang's body.
At this moment, even his steps were a little sluggish, almost completely dragging on the ground, and he could hardly lift them up.
Feel your belly, the first priority is to eat something!
This scene is exactly the same as in Ye Sanniang’s shop in Yangguan!
Zhao Rang couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little embarrassed.
I could have quietly sipped good wine, then had a good sleep, handed in the iron box the next day, and could freely go where I wanted to go and do what I wanted to do.
Unfortunately, things didn't work out as expected.
The more you want, the more often you can't get it.
Just like Zhao Rang just wants to eat a few meat buns or drink a big bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but the long street is extremely bleak.
Looking up, there was not a single open shop.
I had no choice but to walk forward casually to see if there were any people who got up early. Maybe I could buy half a steamed bun to lighten my stomach first.
But he forgot that he could go find Yuan Mingkong.
When you are hungry, you cannot remember what you should remember, but you will think about it uncontrollably.
For example, now Zhao Rang feels that such a thing as luck really exists!
Although I still don’t know how to fight for this thing specifically, if I just follow the steps step by step and follow the context of the incident, maybe it will gradually become clearer.
When he reached a fork in the road, Zhao Rang smelled a strong fragrance.
The special aroma is produced when the eggs are mixed with oil.
Zhao Rang swallowed and groped his stomach with his hands, but his footsteps were led by his nose, and he walked in the direction of the smell.
Soon I saw an open store, and the scent came out of it.
When Zhao Rang walked to the door, the eggs should have been fried, served out, and topped with a pinch of chopped green onion.
The more ordinary the food, the more attractive it is.
When you are hungry, few people think about the abalone fin feast. They only want to have a bowl of shaved noodles full of toppings, or egg fried rice with rich green onion aroma.
A familiar figure was busy in the store.
Zhao Rang frowned, took a few steps back, and suddenly found that he had wandered around to the busiest street in a daze.
And this open shop was the place where he drank yesterday afternoon. No wonder he felt that the figure behind him was familiar!
The girl seemed to have eyes behind her back and asked Zhao Rang who had just stepped over the threshold and entered the store:
"Would you like something sweet or salty first?"
Zhao Rang said without even thinking about it:
"Salty!"
"I never eat sweets!"
The girl asked back:
"You don't want to drink sweet rice wine either?"
Zhao Rang saw a medium-sized jar on the table with the mouth open. Zhao Rang took a closer look. The jar contained clear rice wine. It smelled sweet and was very bright. It should have been placed in the cellar at that time.
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After a chaotic night, Zhao Rang was not only hungry, but also thirsty!
The cold rice wine has a low alcohol content, but it is an excellent drink to quench his thirst. It can also get rid of the heat in his body.
But Zhao Rang just said that he never eats sweet things, and he became so shameless so quickly that he felt a little embarrassed for being so shameless.
Fortunately, the girl didn't say much.
She is very confident in her rice wine!
No matter who he is, no matter whether he likes sweets or not, he will definitely drink his own rice wine!
Zhao Rang took a coarse porcelain sea bowl from the cabinet and poured a full bowl of rice wine from the jar.
I couldn't wait to take a big sip, and the mellow sweetness spread from my throat to my limbs, soaking into my heart and spleen. It was extremely refreshing!
Holding the bowl, Zhao Rang took three sips and drank it all.
“If you want to drink, there’s more!”
Zhao Rang shook his head and said:
"If you stop drinking, you won't be able to eat fried rice with eggs!"
Most people use overnight rice to make egg fried rice. This kind of rice has low water content, clear grains, and has the best taste after being fried.
But Zhao Rang discovered that the one the girl used was freshly steamed and still steaming.
The girl inadvertently noticed Zhao Rang's confused expression, smiled softly, and explained:
“The essence of fried rice is not the rice, but the oil!”
"Oil?"
Zhao Rang can still make the most basic rice such as egg fried rice. But this is the first time he has heard what the girl said.
"I use lard! After frying the excess water from the newly cooked rice, the strong flavor of lard will be in the rice grains. With garlic and chopped green onion, this plate of egg fried rice can also be delicious.
Food to go with the wine!”
Zhao Rang remembered that this girl's shop was a wine shop, and the dishes were not only ordered, but also sold.
Even if it is early in the morning, if you want to eat this egg fried rice, you must pair it with sweet rice wine.
"But even if the rice used for fried rice has not been left overnight, shouldn't it be better if it has been cooled?"
Zhao Rang asked doubtfully.
The girl turned around, put one hand on her hips, and held a spatula in the other. She tapped the edge of the pot twice and replied:
"That's a big mistake! You must use warm rice for fried rice. This way it can be fried loosely in the pot and evenly coated with steam. Every bite will have the same taste!"
After explaining, the egg fried rice is also cooked.
Zhao Rang was about to step forward to help serve the rice, but the girl opened the door curtain, walked into a side room, and shouted:
"Brother! Get up and eat first, then go to bed after eating!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the room was heard yawning heavily, and then he shuffled out of the room.
After Zhao Rang saw the person coming out clearly, his eyes widened!
When he thought about this girl calling him "Brother", he felt like he was cutting things off and on, and it was still messy!
On the contrary, the other party was very calm. He grinned at Zhao Rang, then sat down and ate the fried rice with big mouthfuls. He was obviously very hungry.
Zhao Rang was not polite when he saw this.
If you have anything to say, you can say it after you have a full stomach.
The two of them hugged the plates and devoured the food. After emptying the pointed plate of egg-fried rice, they picked up the jar of rice wine and drank it in turns.
When there was not a drop left, the two of them fell backwards, lazily slumped on the chair, and burped leisurely.
Zhao Rang opened his mouth and was about to speak, but his eyelids dropped and he couldn't say a word. Instead, he yawned profusely.
When I hold my head up with my hands, I will dream about Duke Zhou.