The frightened horse ran wildly on the road, so the elegant scribe lost his folding fan, the elegant maid lost her veil, and the wealthy businessman grabbed his hat and looked at the horse flying past his head, and his crotch was wet.
The soup pot selling chaos was placed on the bald head, the basket filled with sesame paste was put on the little girl's skirt, the Zhang family lotus root starch sign was poured on the stall buying braised pork, and the fish meat knife that was about to show off the fish with a sharp knife was still there.
In my hand, I don’t know where the fish went...
The child lost his rattle, the little girl lost her red embroidered shoes, and the mother's veil was taken away by a frightened horse, leaving only a large group of stunning idlers.
A short knife flew over from behind. It was Zhang Butcher's bone chopping knife. The heavy black iron knife whirled and hit the knight's back hard. The knight vomited a mouthful of blood and lowered his body to hug the horse.
The neck ran away even harder.
"I'm afraid this knife is not simple, but I don't know who is the hero behind it?" Even though the well-informed Tokyoites were scared to death when they saw this scene, they had to keep their calm look on their faces.
The one chasing after him was naturally Yun Yue. When he entered Ma Xing Street, he didn't expect that Zhang Hu just wanted to escape and would worry about the pedestrians on Ma Xing Street.
When he was in Xixia, he ran like this not once or twice. Even if the war horse trampled someone to death, he would pay a little money when he was in a good mood. Who would care about that when he was in a bad mood.
Ouyang Xiu was sitting in the Xingyun Pavilion, drunk and leaning on the railing, originally intending to write a poem. Unexpectedly, he saw a galloping horse, and his poetry turned into literary talent. Before he could finish the sentence "A galloping horse kills people in the road", his literary talent turned into a poem.
It became angry: "Who is the murderer of Yima?"
Yun Yue controlled the horse to avoid the child who was sitting on the ground crying, jumped up to avoid the bamboo pole that Heng fell in front of, climbed up the railing and faced Ouyang Xiu: "Zhang Hu, the son of Zhang Zhi in Xixia, is being hunted by a certain family." Ouyang Xiu.
Before he could reply, he saw that Yun Yue's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"It is a misfortune for the country to let heroes fight and kill each other in the streets!"
Yun Yue naturally couldn't hear Ouyang Xiu's roar, and even if he heard it, he didn't care. Anyway, the Yun family was in bad luck during this period, and they lacked someone to establish their authority. Zhang Hu came to the door in person, so at this time
Yun Yue is in a good mood.
Zhang Hu was very unfamiliar with the roads in Tokyo, so he could only bump around like a headless fly. Ever since he saw Yun Yue's Mo Dao Kung Fu, he felt that he was no match for him. His mind, which was originally shaken by gunpowder shells, became dizzy.
After being stabbed, he became clear-headed.
He didn't remember why he went to attend the banquet of the nobles in Tokyo. He only remembered that each of the nobles of the Song Dynasty felt very sorry for him.
"Your father's skeleton is very complete. I visited him twice in Wucheng Hall..."
"Yun Zheng turned your father's corpse into a wax figure, which is really an insult to humanity..."
"Brother Zhang, I have the honor to meet your father. Although he has become a wax figure, he is still majestic and majestic. He is indeed a first-class hero..."
"Alas, your father cannot be buried in the ancestral grave. My nephew's filial piety has failed. Tomorrow, I will personally remonstrate with Your Majesty, hoping to return your father's bones to you. Alas, I can only hate the Yun family's great power. I am punished by this memorial.
It may not work…”
When Zhang Hu raised his face, his face was covered with tears. Every time he took a breath, his chest felt like it was on fire. Yun Yue's sword was very heavy. Although it did not cut through the armor, the huge force must have hurt his internal organs.
As a general who came out of the Gobi Desert, even though the noise on the horse-drawn street was endless, he could still hear Yun Yue's unhurried hoofbeats behind him.
"He's hunting!"
"He wanted me to run around like wolves teasing a surrounded lamb."
Zhang Hu knew that he had fallen into a trap. When he came, his father-in-law and second uncle both said that his father's problem was in this negotiation. He had to obey Han Huang, the censor of Zuodu, in everything. He was the one in charge of this important negotiation.
The person in charge, as long as the Xixia Kingdom is willing to pay a sufficient price, my father's body will definitely be brought back. My mission is to welcome my father back home.
I am so reckless, why would I go to the Yun family to cause trouble when my brain gets hot? Why can't I see any of the great Song nobles who seem to care about me very much at this time?
An iron spit for grilling meat flew over, and Zhang Hu tried his best to dodge to the left. The iron spit passed by his ears with a whistling sound, and it buzzed as it hit the bluestone wall.
The war horse chose a street and ran down the street. Zhang Hu could already hear the rapid breathing of the war horse. This horse looked very majestic, but it was not a horse suitable for fighting. It was only suitable for scribes to sit on the horse with one leg.
Take a getaway.
The horse under Yun Yue's crotch is an authentic Xixia horse. This kind of war horse with the bloodline of Gaochang Khan Blood Horse is rare in Xixia. No matter how Zhang Hu urges the war horse, Yun Yue can bite the back calmly.
From time to time, he threw some random weapons at Zhang Hu, some of them hit the target, and some of them missed.
Tokyo is really big. Zhang Hu didn't know how many cities he had passed through. It wasn't until his war horse fell to the ground that he saw a very large tall building in front of him. Zhang Hu still recognized the word "Fan Building".
Yes, just now he was sitting and drinking here, being admired by all the stars.
When he climbed into the Fan Tower, he saw the nobles who were having a banquet with him not long ago, including the two who said that after the banquet, they would close the door to pay homage to their father.
The guy who wrote Zhang Zhi's biography.
"Help!" Zhang Hu didn't bother to say these two words at first. After seeing these people, he suddenly seriously believed that he couldn't die, at least before killing these people who had harmed him.
Zhang Hu, whose face was covered with blood, stood alone in the resplendent hall of Fanlou, looking up at the nobles sitting in the box watching the beauties singing and dancing. Those nobles also looked at Zhang Hu in surprise.
They never imagined that just because of a few casual words they said, this tough northwest man would end up in such a situation.
The nobles in Tokyo all know that anything said at the banquet is basically equivalent to farts. I say it, and you listen. I say it happily and you listen to it. Now, there suddenly appeared a person who took what was said at the banquet seriously.
people, it really surprised them.
When you use sweet words to coax a beautiful woman at a banquet, the beautiful woman won't believe you. Even if you swear by your ancestors for three generations, you still have to give her a hair wrap.
Even if you tell your colleagues the words you swore at a banquet, they won't believe them. As the alcohol dissipates, those words will fly away with the alcohol.
"Help!" Zhang Hu stretched out his hands to ask for help from the nobles upstairs. He could no longer walk. There was a hook stuck on his thigh. I don't know whose hook was used to pick up door curtains. It was inlaid with sharp
The handle of the fishhook was embedded in his thigh. Every movement of the sharp blade attached to the fishhook made Zhang Hu almost faint from pain.
The nobles upstairs looked at the gate of Fan Tower in horror. Yun Yue held an armor-piercing awl and stared fiercely upstairs. He was not busy dealing with Zhang Hu. He very much hoped that one of the nobles could
Take the initiative to jump out and rescue Zhang Hu.
Hou Junyi, the son of General Hou Zhitan, saw Yun Yue looking at him with a smile but not a smile. He couldn't help but shuddered, quickly retracted his head, and fearfully greeted the frightened singer to continue singing. He found that the singer was frightened.
Unable to sing, he slapped the geisha hard on the face and said through gritted teeth: "Sing quickly!"
Yun Yue took a green pear from a fruit plate on the first floor, took a bite, and threw it out, hitting Hou Junyi's handsome face, and then kicked the hook pole
, and let the barbed head of the hook pole penetrate from the other side of the thigh.
Zhang Hu fell to the ground and twitched in pain. Yun Yue kicked Zhang Hu on the head and said, "Why, do you think you've been fooled? It's not like these bastards tricked you into looking for trouble in my house, right?"
After Yun Yue finished speaking, he looked up at the people upstairs. Hou Junyi, who had just been hit by a pear and had a nosebleed, retracted his head with a squeak and tried his best to hide his head in the Kabuki's plump chest. It seemed that
I don't plan to get up again.
Yun Yue's current appearance is too terrifying. His handsome face is covered with dots of blood. His snow-white home clothes have now turned dark red. There is thick black blood at the hem of the robe.
Falling. This is the most terrifying Shura appearance.
The geisha finally figured out the situation and finally recognized that the murderer underneath was Yun Yue. After recognizing Yun Yue, she was no longer afraid. The reputation of the passionate young master Yun Yue is better than that of all the noble sons here.
It's even better when you get up.
I have long heard that the Second Young Master Yun is a passionate young master who cares about people's beauty and beauty. Even in such a situation, when the Young Master Hou slapped him, the Second Young Master Yun immediately hit Young Master Hou with a pear until his face turned red.
The singer wanted very much to pull Mr. Hou's head out of her chest, but she just didn't dare.
Zhang Hu turned over and looked at the huddled nobles upstairs, filled with grief and anger. He could no longer utter the word "help".
Yun Yue looked down at Zhang Hu and said, "A month ago, Prime Minister Pang asked my eldest brother if he could return your father's body to you.
My eldest brother said yes, as long as the Xixia people paid a sufficient price, there would be no problem. Your father died on the battlefield, even if he had countless evil deeds, even if he was a demon who ate human flesh, he could use his own power before he died.
His life was exchanged for the survival of the remnant army. In a sense, he is still a soldier worthy of respect.
Therefore, the Yun family did not set up obstacles on the way for your father's body to return home. As for asking for a price, this is a common practice on the battlefield and is not considered a humiliation.
Your father's body can go back to his hometown, but your body cannot. Since you dare to nail your Xixia wolf-toothed arrow on the Yun family's plaque, then you must prepare the body to be hung in front of the Yun family's gate.
Years of preparation, without this, we will not be able to establish authority!"
Lao He and Lao Gou, who had followed Yun Yue to Fanlou, had already skillfully tied the rope buckle to Zhang Hu's ankle and dragged him back with his horse. This was another way for the Yun family to establish their authority.
"My father-in-law will avenge me." Zhang Hu seemed very calm at this time.
Yun Yue smiled and said: "No, your father-in-law will forget your existence. My eldest brother has long said that Wu Zang Pang is a cold and trembling pragmatist. You made such a serious mistake and almost missed it."
This affects the negotiations between the two countries. Even if I don't kill you, your father-in-law will take your head and come to the Yun family to apologize!" (To be continued)