Wang Xian was sitting upright, with a clear view. He happened to see the round object falling from the sky, falling on the table in front of him and smashing into pieces. The blood-red pieces and blood-red liquid splashed everywhere, which was shocking.
He couldn't help being shocked and speechless.
"Who the hell threw the watermelon?" The soldiers at the table that were hit jumped up and looked up everywhere. The soldiers at the other seats were also well-trained in throwing away the girl in their arms, guarding the key positions, controlling the door, and gathered in
A series of actions around Wang Xian.
It's just that the space is small, so stumbling is unavoidable. Many girls were knocked to the ground, tables and chairs were damaged, and cups and plates fell to the ground, making a mess.
Should this be called well-trained, or overreaction? Wang Xian thought for a moment, and then heard Zhou Yong say angrily: "Sir, the attacker is on the third floor."
"I've heard it before..." Wang Xian rolled his eyes in depression. The wild laughter coming from the third floor could be heard across the Qinhuai River.
When he raised his head, he saw several men in rich attire, laughing like monkeys.
"You're so stupid!" Shuai Hui immediately became furious. Although he was the worst fighter among his gang, he was the one who scolded the most every time.
What answered him was another watermelon falling from the sky. Although Shuai Hui barely avoided it, he was still splashed with debris.
"What the hell, where did this mad dog come from?" Wang Xian was also angry. This is someone riding on his neck to shit. If he still swallows his anger, who will look down on him in the future? He slapped the case hard and said: "Zhou Yong, bring someone to me.
"Capture him"
"Here!" Zhou Yong and others were originally in high spirits, but were suddenly disrupted. They were all suffocated and had nowhere to vent their anger. When they heard the order, they got what they wanted and headed upstairs with a group of subordinates.
In that compartment, the madam from Yihong Pavilion quickly stopped him and shouted like a butchering pig: "Speak carefully if you have anything to say, a fight will hurt the peace." Then he turned to Wang Xian and said: "Master, if a good man doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, the people above will not offend him.
Get up"
But Wang Xian didn't blink. When Zhou Yong and others saw this, they pushed the old bustard away and went straight upstairs to get someone.
The old madam staggered to Wang Xian, but was blocked by Ling Xiao. As long as she had the intention of harming Xiao Xianzi, Miss Ling Xiao's golden chain would definitely hit her nose first.
"Master, please listen to me and stop it." Hearing the shouting and cracking sounds from above, the old bustard said with a pale face across the sky: "Do you know who the owner of Yihong Pavilion is?"
"Isn't it you?" Wang Xian squinted at the stairwell on the second and third floors. Zhou Yong and the others were fighting with each other's guards, and it seemed that they couldn't take any advantage.
"Young master really thinks highly of the slave family. I'm just an old bustard. If I didn't have a boss behind the scenes, I would open such a big brothel in the capital and I wouldn't be eaten until the bones are left," the old bustard said.
"What's your backstage?"
"This is Mr. Li Da's property." The old bustard moved someone out.
"Which Mr. Li Da?" It's a pity that he is playing the piano against a cow. Wang Xian can count the people he knows in the capital on his fingers.
"That's the big housekeeper of the Xining Hou Mansion." The old madam said with a stern expression on her face: "Are you scared?"
"Puch..." Shuai Hui laughed angrily and said, "It turns out he is a servant."
Others' expressions darkened. It was estimated that the housekeeper was just a cover. The real backstage of this brothel should be the Marquis of Xining. This is a normal thing. The salary of the Marquis is not very high. Even if the Marquis of Xining is favored and the reward is larger, it still needs to be done.
To maintain a family of hundreds or even thousands, one has to pay attention to ostentation and pursue enjoyment. Relying on what the court provides is not enough for fun. Therefore, each family has additional farms and businesses to subsidize expenses.
Although the people in the capital joke that the capital is full of marquises and the earls are worse than dogs, but for little people like Wang Xian, a marquis cannot be offended. Moreover, the Marquis of Xining is not an ordinary marquis.
I am the son of the princess of the current dynasty, and the grandson of the current emperor. I am not comparable to those has-been princes.
"Since your store has such a big backstage, how come they dare to cause trouble?" Wang Xian pointed coldly at the young men upstairs and said, "Are you trying to create an argument?"
"I haven't settled the score with you yet." Shuai Hui also said angrily: "We have agreed to book the venue, why are there still guests upstairs?" Today's banquet was arranged by him, so naturally he couldn't be embarrassed when it happened like this.
"You guys don't know. Those people upstairs are famous idiot overlords in the capital. Even the King of Heaven dares to offend me. If the slave family dares to stop them, they will have to demolish the Yihong Pavilion." The old bustard then said.
He apologized: "At that time, considering that the young master's people could only sit in the hall and the upstairs was still empty, the slave family arranged them to the top floor..." Then he begged: "Everything that went wrong is my fault.
, I will give the young master an explanation someday, but today, the young master should endure it for a while, and leave quickly, and call in the officials from Yingtian Mansion, but you can’t bear the consequences and just walk away."
Wang Xian was already very angry, but after hearing what the madam said, his face turned even darker. He glanced at her coldly, and Erhei understood: "Since there is such a big backstage, the government will definitely pretend not to see it. Stop treating others like fools."
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"What Mr. Hei said is that the capital city is at the feet of the emperor. It has to be coiled up even if it is a dragon, and it has to lie down even if it is a tiger." The old bustard said with a pun: "Master, the capital city is not as good as other places. For a moment, the sea and the sky will be brighter, but if you take a step back, the sea and the sky will be brighter."
"Well said, but it's a pity it's too late." Wang Xian's eyes never left the upstairs. Seeing that Zhou Yong and the others were actually defeated, he was surprised and ordered the rest of the people to go up from the other side for reinforcements. What's worse than a fight is a fight.
If you lose, it’s already opened anyway, so naturally you have to win this game
Originally, there were many more people on Wang Xian's side than the other side. Just now, Zhou Yong and the others had underestimated the enemy. They didn't expect the idea to be so tricky. However, when Heng Yunzi led people up from the other side and covered them from both sides, the opponent was invincible.
Xianyun saw it clearly from downstairs and whispered: "These young gentlemen are not drunkards. They are very strong in fists and kicks. All of their subordinates are masters. No wonder Zhou Yong and the others suffer." As he spoke,
He showed a complacent look, because although the opponent could fight, he was obviously not good enough in front of Wudang masters...
Suddenly, shouts and screams took off in Yihong Pavilion. From time to time, there were flowerpots and benches falling down. The battle was very fierce. After a while of tea, the noise gradually subsided. Hengyun and the others captured each other. Zhou Yong came down first and whispered.
Report: "Sir, I have seen these people before."
"Where?"
"In the young army camp." Zhou Yong said: "The two leading boys also show off their power in the military camp, so the subordinates have the impression that their surname is Xue, and they are also the sons of some kind of marquis."
"This brother is right." Seeing the troublemaker being captured, the old bustard was anxious and hurriedly showed the signs for those people: "The two leaders are the two young masters of Marquis Yangwu. They
The few people around me are also young masters from the Marquis and Uncle's family, so they cannot be touched at all."
Wang Xian didn't know many of the marquises of the Ming Dynasty, but Marquis Yangwu had long been known to him. But he knew this person because of Ji Gang. At first, Marquis Yangwu and Ji Gang were jealous of a woman, but Ji Gang ended up in the palace.
, used an iron melon to open a gourd for Marquis Yang Wu, and almost killed him. It is said that he still dare not wash his hair for fear of getting water in his head. This incident has become a joke and is known all over the world.
Although the madam tried to persuade him, he had already taken it down, so there was no point in giving it away as a gift. Wang Xian sat upright and watched as his men pushed several young men with bruises and swollen faces and torn clothes in front of him.
Although these people have suffered a lot, they still look unruly and unconvinced. But in fact, their hearts have been shaken for a long time... They have been running rampant in the capital for several years, and they have never suffered such a big loss. And they are still prepared this time.
I came here and specially mobilized the experts in the house, just to give the opponent a show of strength. Who knew that they would catch them all like chickens? I really didn’t expect that this group of country bumpkins from Hangzhou would be really tough.
It is absolutely impossible to make them surrender without losing the battle.
Wang Xian looked at them for a moment and said in a calm tone: "I have no enmity with you, why did you attack us?"
"Humph, you guys are making a big fuss down there, making our brothers feel uncomfortable all over," a boy with a face that was even darker than Zhu Zhanji's, with a shiny black face, sneered: "It's easy to lose a few watermelons to you."
"No one told you, did we book Yihong Pavilion tonight?" Wang Xian said coldly.
"Sai Yinhua has greeted us. We are guests, so you can't disturb us." A boy who is older than the black boy and very stocky said: "Boy, you bully the minority today and you are not a hero. Mark out
Let's talk about it. Let's lead another battle tomorrow and decide the winner." Just now, with more than 30 men, they were outnumbered and outnumbered, but they were suddenly attacked from behind, with the help of a big master.
They just suffered a loss, so naturally they couldn't swallow this breath.
"Hahaha..." Wang Xian laughed loudly and said: "You think you are just a child playing house, not counting this time." This caused a burst of laughter, but the next moment he said with a sullen face: "I would have smashed it if I had done it.
Your banquet has hurt your brothers and ruined your fun. Will you just let it go?"
"Of course not," the black-faced boy said loudly, "I will definitely beat his mother until she can't even recognize him, and then throw him into the street.
"Boy, shut up." His brother felt deeply embarrassed and glared at him. Did he dig a hole for himself like this?
"Good idea, let's do it." Wang Xian had already clapped his hands and ordered with a smile: "What are you waiting for?"
Zhou Yong and his group were disturbed and lost face. Everyone was holding back their evil anger and had nowhere to vent it. It was just that they were used to following Zhou Xin's rules, so they were stunned when they listened to Wang Xian's order. But it is very difficult to go to school in this world.
, it’s easy to learn to be bad. Now that the adults have given orders, it’s time to take advantage of the wine and let yourself go wild. Why not?
So they swarmed up and beat them whenever they could. They beat the two young masters and more than thirty people they brought with them until their mother didn't even recognize them, and then threw them all into the street...