Yang Tong's huge body blocked the front, and he didn't notice Tan Gao leaping behind him. In a hurry, Lei Dong avoided his opponent and raised his knife to block it.
Tan Gao gave a desperate blow, and Lei Dong was stabbed in the left elbow by the blade. The bone was almost visible in the injury. There was even a shocking scar on his chest.
Yang Tong was excited to kill. He turned around and saw his brother was injured, and shouted angrily like a madman.
The body like a mountain of flesh suddenly rose into the air, holding a stone stool in each hand, and swung it towards Tan Gao.
Tan Gao blocked the first blow and vomited blood, the second blow shattered the blade, and the third blow left a hole in his chest.
After the murder, Yang Tong rolled on the ground like a meat ball, broke Zheng Biao's calf, and led his brothers behind him to kill outside the pavilion.
All the Ming Cultists were not afraid of death, but it was a pity that they had too few manpower. The officers and soldiers had been chasing and suppressing for several months and everyone was injured. They were weak and miscalculated Yang Tong's strength, which led to their defeat.
A thin congregant in the distance jumped into the water and tried to escape.
Yang Tong's expression changed and he said: "Fourth, catch him."
With such a person who is afraid of death, it is very possible to ask questions from his mouth and know their lair, so that they can catch them all.
Lu Taixuan was the best at water. He chuckled and let go of Yang Tianai behind him. He jumped into the water and soon a man in black slipped up.
After all, he was a salt dealer. Even if they were fighting with the rebels, Yang Tong and others did not have the habit of reporting to the police. They left the corpses on the ground and left in a hurry with the one captured alive.
Yang Tong was sweating all over, and while wiping his hands, he said: "I haven't done anything for a long time."
Lei Dong stood up and said, "I'm going to interrogate that boy first."
Yang Tianai said dissatisfiedly: "Fifth Grandpa, don't move yet, let me apply this golden sore medicine on you first."——
Just after Tan Gao and Zheng Biao left, Fang Miaolian went to call Fang Qifu.
Fang Qifu dressed up as a food delivery man and entered the house, only to see that everyone around the saint was busy packing things.
When I entered the room, I first took a look at the baby lying in the cradle. When the little guy saw him, he smiled very happily, with bubbles popping out of his mouth.
"Saint, what is this?"
Fang Miaolian cleaned up neatly and said: "Tan Gao didn't listen to me and insisted on killing Yang Tong. I'm sure something will happen to him. This place may be exposed, so it's better to move out as soon as possible.
These people joined the religion late. At first, they used the power of the Holy Cult to fight for profit in the Huaihe River. Following my adoptive father, I once witnessed six Yang Tong brothers spelling out the name of Salt King with their swords. Now that the Holy Cult has declined, there are still
If you are forced to assassinate someone, it is nothing other than to commit suicide."
Fang Qi was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said: "It's a pity that this yard is clean and has the household registration title. It could have allowed Le'er to grow up safely."
Fang Miaolian let out a soft snort, and her expression seemed a little angry. She gently held up her son with her slender, snow-white hands and said, "Let's go. I think Tan Gao and the others are already dead."
Fang Miaolian and her son got into Fang Qifu's vegetable cart and left through the back door after a while.
After a while, there was a bang and the door was broken open.
A group of people rushed in and after searching for a long time, there was only a group of temporarily hired servants. When asked, they didn't know where the master's family had gone.
All I know is that there is a woman here with her son, who usually doesn't go out at all.
Yang Tong's face was uncertain, and he even looked a little nervous. After being interrogated just now, he said that the saint Fang Miaolian was pregnant with a child, and that he was the reincarnation of King Ming. However, there were rumors that he was the result of being raped and humiliated after being captured.
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Yang Tong immediately thought that Fang Miaolian was an extremely beautiful woman, the most charming woman he had ever seen in his life.
Placing such a person in front of his precious son is like putting a meat bone in front of a dog that has been hungry for three days.
In the Long Live Camp, could this piece of mutton fall into someone else's mouth?
Yang Tong's heart was beating wildly. If it is true, then this child
Thinking of this, he felt as excited as when he made his first sale, and he didn't know how to release the restlessness all over his body.
"Quick! Send people to search everywhere. I'll go back to Bianliang. Remember, you must not hurt the baby. Even if you let them go, you can't kill them."——
In Bianliang City, Yang Lin felt very relaxed. He had just sent off Xianjie's army, and the Khitan people also marched to the border as they wished.
All civil servants in the court immediately shut up, and no one dared to talk about dismantling the Western Army.
The imperial court sent Yao Gu to lead 50,000 troops to Hebei for defense, and then sent an envoy to Khitan to prove that the Song Dynasty had no ill intentions.
The person who went as envoy to the Khitan was none other than Qin Hui.
His deceased wife was Cai Jing's sister-in-law, Tong Guan's goddaughter, and Wang Gui's granddaughter.
So many people made this case unsolved. There were rumors that it was his classmate and friend Yang Lin who was responsible, but no one dared to say it openly.
In order to compensate the Wang family, these people worked together to promote Qin Hui, who just happened to have the title of Jinshi.
Qin Hui also felt very complicated. Yang Lin was his best friend. He didn't want to believe it and didn't know why Yang Lin killed his wife.
However, in the recent period, he has indeed never set foot in Zhaodefang again. Thinking back to when he was in Yangzhou, Qin Hui didn't need to notify him in advance when he entered the Yang Mansion.
In Zhaode Square, Duan Miaozhen raised her head, narrowed her starry eyes, Tao Taoran purred like a cat, and swallowed hard with her long white throat.
Yang Lin was very pleased and patted his thigh. Duan Miaozhen helped him arrange his robe, then got up from the futon on the ground and sat on his lap.
"Don't worry, your Majesty has sent troops this time under my persuasion, and you have seen it. In less than two months, the Gao clan will be disciplined and obeyed. I will not treat you badly by then."
Duan Miaozhen blushed and snuggled gently into his arms, thinking in her heart: when the traitors in Dali were eliminated, she would go to the temple to fulfill her wish, and from then on, she would become a princess born in the ancient Buddha.
Suddenly, Jin'er broke in and shouted: "Master, he is back and he is eager to see you."
Duan Miaozhen ran out of his arms and said, "In that case, Miaozhen will go back."
Yang Lin nodded, sent her out of the yard, got into a carriage, and sneaked out through the back door. Then he asked Jin'er suspiciously: "My father likes to run around recently and refuses to stay home easily. Why did he come back suddenly this time?"
What's the big deal?"
Jin'er pursed her lips, not very happy, and said: "Young master, you will know if you go there yourself."
Yang Lin touched her head and said with a smile: "Why does it taste so sour that it overturns the jealousy jar?"
Jin'er twisted her waist and walked away without paying attention. Yang Lin caught up behind him and said with a smile: "You are the most respectable in the whole Zhaodefang. Here, I'll give you this hairpin."
Jin'er was about to refuse, but after taking one look at it, she couldn't move her eyes away. This was a lifelike butterfly hairpin with extremely exquisite workmanship. It seemed like it was really about to take off. When it was worn on the head, it flapped its wings when the wind blew. It was very beautiful.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Smile, and the young master will give it to you."
People are dying for money, Jin'er squinted her eyes, gave a fake smile, and then ran away with the hairpin.
Yang Lin quickly came to the lobby. Sure enough, his father was fidgeting. When he saw him coming in, he stepped forward and held Yang Lin's shoulders.
"Dad, what are you doing? It hurts. It hurts. When did your hands become so strong?"
Yang Tong looked excited and was about to speak, but was speechless.
How can a father like him ask about such filthy and obscene things?