The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

"Master," Xiao Si rushed into the busy teahouse, and shouted to Qian Tang, "Master Zhao is beating someone at the city gate."

The young men who were drinking morning tea turned their heads to look at the little boy, and the private room suddenly became quiet.

Qian Tang: "What are you arguing about? Zhao Da beat someone the first day? Who did he beat today?"

Xiao Si: "It seems to be from Tushan Palace."

Tushan Palace? The dudes in the room looked at each other, Zhao Lingxiao was not too easy to provoke.

Qian Tang asked his servant: "Zhao Da beat Zhao Lingxiao?"

Han Ji, the third young master of the Xinguo family, said: "We, Zhao Da, are so capable now? Ge Er, shall we go there?"

Ge Shu, the second young master of the Changping Hou Mansion, lowered his head and ate the shrimp dumplings without speaking.

Qian Tang said: "Say, let me express my opinion."

Ge Er Shao ate the whole shrimp in the shrimp dumplings, tossed the skin and meat aside, and said: "Go and see, anyway, let's be idle."

Anyway, being idle is also being idle, and when the crowd thought about this, they felt that they had to join in the excitement. If Zhao Da started with Zhao Lingxiao and could see Zhao Lingxiao with his own eyes, the dudes could arrange their days, and everyone would invite Zhao Lingyun to have a meal!

As for what they should do if they see Zhao Lingyun’s bad luck, all the noble children don’t care at all, Zhao Da’s bad luck hasn’t been seen before, and they won’t be blinded if they look at it again. Eye.

A group of people left the teahouse noisily. A hundred or so people gathered together and ran to the gate of the city, not to mention the mighty and mighty, anyway, walking on the road was quite scary.

The teahouse and the gate of the city were separated by a street. A group of people crossed the crossroad, a long street, and ran down to the gate of the city.

At this moment, this long street was bustling with pedestrians and vehicles. Qiantang went to this street and saw so many people. Don't even talk about getting off the horse and walking. He hadn't even thought of letting the horse run slower.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the street, because Zhao Lingyun at the gate of the city was making trouble and couldn't walk through. Now I encountered a few arrogant and domineering bandits like this, and the whole Long Street was in chaos. The adults yelled the children to cry, and the frightened mules and horses rammed everywhere.

"Go away!" Almost at the gate of the city, Qian Tang went down with a whip and staggered a thin and tall man who was in his way.

This man was squeezing towards the gate of the city, slammed a whip on his back, carried a load on his shoulder, and fell to the ground.

The two buckets of dung water just splattered all over the floor.

Qiantang was so smoked that he didn't spit out the morning tea he had just eaten. Without even thinking about it, Young Master Qian Wu took the thin and tall man with his whip.

Pick two buckets of dung out of the city? This dog thing deliberately disgusted his uncle Qian, right?

With Qian Tang's action, the thin and tall man hid, but when he hid, he bumped into the person next to him. People hit people in such a mess, one after another, seven or eight buckets of feces were turned over and splashed around, making this area at the gate of the city full of stench.

"Is there a **** who specializes in picking dung outside the city?" Han Sanshao dismounted and asked loudly, clutching his nose.

"That's not right, don't you use a dung truck for dragging manure?" A dude answered.

"These people are going to run, don't let them run!" Young Master Qian Wu shouted.

"The ground is shit!" Han Sanshao shouted.

Qian Tang knocked down a passerby with a fist, and then turned around and saw an old lady carrying a load. For fear that this woman was also carrying dung and water, Qian Tang jumped up and hid. A small servant next to Qian Tang stepped forward to protect the lord and slammed the old woman against the shop wall behind the road.

The old woman fell on the ground and groaned.

Qiantang really vomited. The old lady was picking up two buckets of rotten eggs. Without the cover of wooden barrels and thick lids, the smell of rotten eggs almost killed Qiantang. It was so stinky!

It's shit, it's rotten eggs, and the indiscriminate chasing and beating people, the doglegs of the dandy family, the innocent people gathered at the gate of the city, running like headless flies, such a terrible place, where is it? Can people be treated?

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" The city gate official who was still outside the city gate, trying to persuade Zhao Lingyun to stop, yelled and asked, pulling his throat.

No one answered.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" The soldiers tried to stop the crowd rushing out of the city, but the crowd was raging at the moment, and dozens of soldiers could not stop the wall.

The general defending the city stayed on the tower when Zhao Lingyun was beating people and making trouble. This General Sima didn't want to deal with Zhao Lingyun, thinking about it, he just left after he was beaten. But General Sima didn't expect that the bullies could bring in a bunch of bullies.

At this moment, Zhuque Street, facing the city gate, was in a mess, and General Sima could no longer pretend to be dead on the tower.

"Stand to the side, stand to the side!" A team of soldiers rode down from the tower. The first task of this team is to separate the crowded crowd.

General Sima stood on the horse path of the city wall and saw that one team of cavalry was not enough, so he sent two more teams down.

When the crowd crowded in front of the city gate were separated, General Sima walked down the city.

On the ground in front of the city gate, at this moment, the dung and water were flowing, rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, baskets filled with stones, running shoes, scattered carts, General Sima even saw one. The tiger hat soaked in dung water and worn by children.

General Sima: "..."

How could this be?

"Don't run, I've caught you, and are you still running a fart?" Qian Tang grabbed a man by the collar and yelled: "Will you try another run?"

General Sima followed the voice and looked at his left hand, oh, all the young masters are standing at the root of the city wall.

"You are the fifth young master of the Qian family?" General Sima approached the young masters and asked Qian Tang.

Qian Tang glanced at General Sima and asked, "Who are you?"

General Sima: "A certain company..."

"This is the grandson," Qian Tang and Han Sanshao said, "It was him that I ran into in the first place."

The thin and tall man was grabbed by Qian Tang, his collar was tied around his neck, and his face turned blush when he couldn't breathe well.

General Sima, who was interrupted as soon as he said three words: "..."

With this young master Qian Wu, he is not interested in who he is at all.

"Qian Wu," Zhao Lingyun shook his hands at this moment. Before he was there, the elder called Qian Tang.

The gourd took people and dragged a group of people from Tuwangshan Mansion behind Zhao Lingyun like a dog.

The city gate official chased behind with a weeping face.

"Have someone killed?" General Sima asked subconsciously.

Zhao Lingyun glanced at General Sima and said, "These dogs are so cheap, how can they die after a few hits?"

General Sima was speechless again.

"Who is this dog?" Zhao Lingyun came to Qian Tang and asked when he looked at the tall and thin man.

Qian Tang: "I don't know."

"If you don't know you beat him so he doesn't recognize him when he goes home?" Zhao Lingyun said, raising his hand to pat the shoulder of the thin and tall man, but instead of slipping his hand, he pulled it instead.

The thin and tall coat was half torn down by Zhao Lingyun, revealing the white clothes inside.

Ge Er Shao frowned and looked at it, and then said, "This is a mourning dress, right?"