It's not appropriate to stay in Baochai's boudoir for too long. It doesn't mean that you should go off the rails. After all, for a lady, you still need to pay attention to this aspect.
Besides, she hopes to get along with Tanlang, but Baochai's rationality and gentleness still determine her reserve and stability in this regard.
The soft and gentle hands and the fragrant delicate body all touched Feng Ziying's nerves. Fortunately, sooner or later, they were all hers. Feng Ziying left with satisfaction, but from Baochai's longing eyes, Feng Ziying could still understand
To the other party’s wish that I come to Rikayon more often.
Before she even approached the door of her home, Feng Ziying noticed that the situation in the alley was different.
In the past, there were many people in this alley sending messages waiting to meet, but everyone obeyed the rules and lined up on both sides to send messages. The concierge would also respond quickly. If he was not there, he would naturally leave the message and leave.
, if you are there, the concierge will quickly send the message back to see whether you want to see him or not, and who he wants to see.
But it seemed different today. Several people were guarding the door and even making noises with the concierge.
"Brother Huan, why are you here?" Feng Ziying was surprised to see Jia Huan at the door. He thought Jia Huan was causing trouble here, but it was obviously impossible.
Jia Huan bowed politely and said, "Brother Feng, I just came here. I saw some barbarians making a noise here, clamoring to see you. The concierge told him that you were not here, but they refused to leave and insisted on being here.
I'm waiting to see you at the door, and you'll be back just in time."
"Huawai barbarians?" Feng Ziying laughed. Where did these Huawai barbarians come from? Mongols, Jurchens, Annan people or Dongwu people? Or maybe they were the Mughals from Western Xinjiang.
?
Feng Ziying's figure coming on horseback also attracted the attention of those people.
Feng Ziying's eyes also fell on these people. He got off his horse and looked at these people up and down.
The man at the front was tall, with a broad face and a round nose. He looked in his early thirties. He was dressed as a Han Chinese, but he looked powerful.
The other man next to him was about a few years younger, short and stocky, with thin eyebrows and narrow eyes. He looked somewhat Mongolian.
Both men have thick hands and big feet, and their hands are thickly calloused. They are obviously experienced riders or skilled in using weapons.
Of course, the most eye-catching figure is the figure next to the two men. He is shrouded in a black cloak with an obvious inland style, and his figure cannot be seen. He wears a craft hat made of coir raincoat leaves on his head.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there is a faint yellowish-brown luster.
This kind of hat is sold in the south goods store in the capital city. Some scholars and disciples in the capital city who admire the masters of the world like to get one and wear it with a cloak and a long sword.
Well, it's a bit like the artistic conception of a house full of flowers and drunkenness, three thousand guests and a sword shining in the fourteen states.
But this one obviously didn't go for the aura of a martial arts hero. Look at the black veil hanging down, and the looming part of the cloak propped up on the waist. It's clearly a weapon, and that one is the one who really kills people.
Guy, this guy is more like a killer assassin who kills people in ten steps and leaves no trace at all?
If they are not Mongols, they should be Jurchens. This is Feng Ziying's judgment.
Japanese or Koreans would not dress like this. Even if they change into Han clothes, they prefer to wear styles from the south of the Yangtze River, such as green shirts, folding fans, and Eguan belts; nor can they be from Annan, Dongwu, and Sulu.
People from Nanyang have different skin and appearance; it is unlikely that they are Mughals, whose characteristics are deep-set eyes and whiter skin.
But this is a woman? Her figure is too tall, maybe about 1.8 meters, right? At least 1.78 meters.
Even You Er and You San, who has mixed blood, are inferior. In this era, it is rare for men to have such a stature.
"You want to see me? Why don't you follow the rules?" Feng Ziying frowned slightly and threw the reins to Baoxiang.
"Sir, we are not from the Zhou Dynasty..."
"I don't care if you are from Dazhou or not. This is Dazhou, so you should abide by the rules of Dazhou. Be famous for your etiquette, first-come, first-served, and choose your guests. This is the master's right." Feng Ziying said calmly, while speaking directly
Go to the corner door.
"Master Feng!" Buyangu was anxious.
This time I finally found out where Feng's house was. I stayed here all afternoon. He was not like others who came to post and then went back and waited to see me.
He knows very well that even if he imitates these people and makes good posts and sends them in, people may not be willing to see savages like him.
In Honglu Temple, he was cheated of countless gold dust by those officials and minor officials, but he could not even see a truly decent official. This made him gain wisdom. If he wanted to find it, he should go directly to the real master.
Only by finding the key figures can the goal be achieved.
When they saw Feng Ziying, they were about to enter the corner gate. Buyangu and Delgre were anxious. As soon as they entered, they didn't know when they would see this person. They couldn't wait any longer.
Both Buyangu and Delgrad subconsciously rushed forward, not because they wanted to do anything, but because they wanted to block Feng Ziying. However, Baoxiang was gently pushed by Delgrad and was beaten on the ground.
He rolled and fell flat on his back.
Feng Ziying was also surprised. He didn't expect that these barbarians would dare to act violently in the capital city. This was the first time he had seen them.
Seeing Buyangu rushing forward, Feng Ziying raised her arms and fisted, and put up a stance.
Buyangu was also stunned and quickly stood up. He had no intention of fighting with this gentleman.
He is the number one warrior in the Yehe tribe. Even warriors like Delgrad who are said to be invincible in all over Haixi can only bow their heads in front of him, but what's the use of having high martial arts skills? Facing thousands of troops on the battlefield
The horse's charge also turned into pulp.
A figure leapt out from the corner door, sword shadow flashing, approaching Buyangu.
The man in black behind Buyangu moved.
A bright black sword shadow turned into a ball of black light, and met the sword shadow, "Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!" The white sword shadow and the black sword light were entangled together, and they collided continuously.
The electric light intertwined, and the two figures also stretched and hovered in the air, and finally fell down.
Liu Xianglian looked at the woman in front of him who was still wearing a veil and hat with some surprise. Well, he was sure it was a woman.
The opponent's weapon is a very rare full-moon scimitar, which is extremely rare in the Central Plains. The blade is not long, the blade is wide and the back is thick. The hand guard has a beautiful arc, and it is even wrapped with silver wire and has a lotus-shaped wrist guard.
Wrapped, it looks really good.
"Who are you and why are you attacking the imperial officials here?" Liu Xianglian pressed down her sword and asked with sharp eyes.
Buyangu and Delgler were immediately anxious. They had never thought of attacking Zhou officials in the capital city, but they just took a bigger action out of impatience.
Who would have known that this person would show his sword as soon as he appeared on the scene, and Bushyamara was eager to save her brother, so she naturally ignored him.
"Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. How dare we have such rebellious and unethical intentions?" Buyangu quickly raised his fists and bowed deeply, "It's just that we outsiders don't know much about the etiquette of the Central Plains. Because we are eager to see you, you are so eager to see us.
I lost my sense of proportion for a moment, please forgive me..."
Feng Ziying could tell that this man who was learning to speak Chinese was also a master of martial arts. Looking at the thick bones and the calm aura in his movements, he also knew that this man had been immersed in martial arts for many years, and she was afraid that
He is really no match for the opponent.
But Brother Liu should be fine. As for the Valkyrie, Feng Ziying looked her up and down.
Based on her previous level of swordsmanship, Feng Ziying knew that she was far from her opponent. Even You San might be inferior, and only Liu Xianglian could match him.
"Then who are you?" Liu Xianglian probably noticed something and asked again in a deep voice.
Both Buyangu and Delgre looked embarrassed. There were so many people around here. If their identities were revealed and spread, I am afraid that Jianzhou Jurchen's spies in the capital city would know about it soon, and maybe they would be killed.
It will bring trouble to Ye Hebu.
Even so, Buyangu was worried whether the all-pervasive Jurchen spies from Jianzhou would notice his party. It was hard to tell if there was such a big commotion today.
Feng Ziying thought for a moment and said, "Brother Liu, please take them into the outer courtyard first."
Surrounding them here was definitely not an option. These guys were really a bit overbearing and insisted on seeing what he wanted. He really couldn't figure out where these guys came from.
The accent has the flavor of being outside the Great Wall, like a Mongolian, but which movie is it from?
Are they Chahar people, Tumut people, or Ordos people? Could it be that something happened to Lin Dan Batur, or maybe Shitu and Su Nang are fighting again, but why did they come to him?
Fortunately, he caught up with Liu Xianglian here, otherwise he would have been slapped in the face by these savages. Even with such personal martial arts, it would be unpleasant, and he might be underestimated by these savages.
After entering the mansion, Feng Ziying changed into a loose casual robe.
There are still Feng You and others in the mansion, so they are not afraid of any accidents.
Although his personal martial arts skills are not as good as Liu Xianglian's, when it comes to actual fighting, Feng You and the others have much greater fighting and killing experience, and may not be inferior to Liu Xianglian.
When they came to the reception room, Liu Xianglian was accompanying them. Feng Ziying didn't believe that these people would do anything evil when they arrived at his house. If they were really assassins, why would they need to act like this?
Thinking of this, Feng Ziying couldn't help but think about whether she should also consider her own safety.
You San can't be with him all the time, and Liu Xianglian is not in this profession, so maybe he should look for something?
It's a bit exaggerated to ask for bodyguards from the sixth rank. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is usually the senior officials of the fourth rank who have such bodyguards to protect them. After all, the supreme king of the palace is in the local area.
When you do something, you will inevitably offend some local gangsters. If you have bad intentions, it's really hard to say.
In this capital city, there seems to be little need for an ordinary minister, at least at the level of minister, so Long Jinwei has made arrangements.
Seeing Feng Ziying come in, the three of them were a little nervous.
They have been in the capital city for so long, and this is the first time they have really seen an official from Da Zhou. Although they don’t know the official’s character or how capable he is, they are the one who is about to take office as the general manager of Ji Liao.
The son of General Feng of Bing Dynasty deserves such attention and respect.
Seeing that the three people were a little embarrassed, Feng Ziying laughed. These guys were so reckless and wild outside, but now they came in, they were trapped and couldn't let go.
"Well, now you can always tell me who you are and why you want to see me, right?" Feng Ziying sat down and raised her hand to signal them to take their seats.
"Sir, we are Buyangu and Delgre from the Yehe tribe outside the Pass..." Buyangu clasped his fists and said in a deep voice. He didn't know if this little Feng master knew the name Yehe tribe. Maybe these big Zhou
