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

"Wearing a mourning suit and picking a dung bucket," Qian Tang couldn't figure it out. What the **** did this mean? Your family is dead, does it prevent you from coming out and picking dung?

Zhao Lingyun: "What do you mean? This kid got all the **** on the ground?"

"That's not enough," Han Ji said, "There must be five or six people carrying the dung bucket."

Zhao Lingyun: "Is that the truck that dragged the manure broken?"

"What can I say to you, say, is the dung car broken?" A boy lifted his leg and gave the thin tall man a kick.

General Sima just looked, which fool is this? Seeing that it was Wang Yan, the sixth young master of Uncle Jingyuan's family, this dad couldn't provoke him, so General Sima could only sigh in his heart.

As soon as General Sima saw Wang Liushao's face clearly, the gourd behind Zhao Lingyun let out a cry.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Lingyun was taken aback by the gourd, and turned around to look busy.

The gourd hand pointed his head back and said to Zhao Lingyun: "Master, the younger one remembers, this is all shit, can the plum blossom still have a fragrance if we take it back?"

Zhao Lingyun! ! !

Even if the plum blossom doesn't smell of shit, it's still disgusting!

"Dog stuff, you just came to find Lao Tzu, and you can't get along with Lao Tzu?" Master Zhao, who was so angry, knocked the tall and thin man to the ground with a fist.

They are standing at the root of the city wall, where the snow swept from the street is piled up. The thin and tall man lay on the ground, his face buried in the snowdrift, and he couldn't breathe air, so he had to struggle, and Zhao Lingyun lifted his foot on his back.

"I think something is wrong today," Ge Er Shao said at this time: "How did the picking manure and the rotten egg get together?"

Zhao Lingyun: "There are still rotten eggs?"

Several dudes shrugged their shoulders together.

Ge Er Shao said: "There are still some who pick stones."

Zhao Lingyun kicked the tall and thin man over and over, and asked, "Say, what are you guys doing?"

The thin and tall man was barely suffocated just now, and he opened his mouth and panted for several times before this one began to call for grievances.

Ge Ershao said: "This person is still wearing mourning clothes."

"If you have something to say," Zhao Lingyun said to Ge Shu: "Do you want us to guess the riddle?"

Ge Er Shao said: "They seem to come here to block people at the city gate."

Qian Tang: "What do you mean?"

Ge Er Shao: "This dog is wearing mourning clothes. The family is dead. He came out to pick the dung. What a coincidence. A bunch of dung picks are standing together. We just didn’t catch the second one, or else. It is estimated that these dung pickers are wearing mourning clothes."

Ge Shu, surnamed Ge Mingshu, with the word Zhongchun, the second young master of the Changping Marquis Mansion, among the group of gangsters who are rampant in the capital, this is the one who is responsible for making ideas.

Hearing what Ge Er Shao said, the few dudes who were present were all stunned. This is a **** thing, think about it, it's like this.

"Because pedestrians are blocked at the gate of the city," General Sima said at this time: "Are they in a group? It's hard to tell."

When Zhao Lingyun turned to look at General Sima, Winter Melon ran wildly from the gate of the city.

"Didn't you let you look at the flower?" Calabash cried.

Winter Melon was panting, pointed his hand to the city gate, and said to Zhao Lingyun: "Master, the tall general is here."

How is this person Gao Qianli? Is he a sinner? This winter melon doesn't care, he knows that his wife is talking about this man, and they are talking about generals Gao, and that winter melon said the same.

Zhao Lingyun: "Where are the people?"

Winter melon: "Outside the city gate."

Zhao Lingyun led the people out of the city again, and saw the team escorting Gao Qianli into Beijing standing outside the city gate. There are people from the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Criminal Affairs in this team. After traveling thousands of miles, everyone at this moment looks like a servant, and it is impossible to see who is from the Ministry of War and who is from the Ministry of Justice.

"I look familiar with the one in the lead," Zhao Lingyun said to Qian Tang who was standing next to him.

Qian Tang: "I don't know, who is this?"

The big guy looked at Ge Er Shao together.

Ge Ershao: "Shao Quan of the Ministry of War, who has made military exploits, has the title of a third-class general."

Qian Tang immediately said: "Then this product is not worth mentioning, we Zhao Da is a first-class general."

General Sima standing behind this group of people: "..."

Can it be the same as the title you earned by your own ability? Why are these gangsters so shameless?

"This **** can also be a general?" Zhao Lingyun asked: "Is he a meter tall?"

General Shao is short and small, but one meter six to five, which is by no means what Zhao Lingyun said, less than one meter.

"Hey, what about you," Zhao Lingyun rushed to ride on the horse and Shao Quan raised his chin, "What are you doing there? This city gate does not look like you?"

Shao Quan didn't expect that he would **** Gao Qianli back to Beijing, and when he arrived at the gate of the city, he could meet Zhao Lingyun and the others. This was different from what he and King Tushan had previously agreed.

"Are you still deaf?" Zhao Lingyun asked again.

Shao Quan glanced at General Sima behind everyone.

General Sima looked helpless. He had already sent someone to the Jiumen Admiral's Mansion to call for someone, but General Qian hadn't sent anyone until now. What can he do with this gang of gangsters?

"Who are you looking at?" Zhao Lingyun turned to look.

General Sima took a step back subconsciously.

"It seems that the gate is really not what you want," Zhao Lingyun said: "Tell me, what kind of gate do you like, I will go back into the palace and talk to the saint, let him do what you like. Rebuild a door."

"Come on, you dismount, you talk to me," Mr. Zhao said, he was about to move forward.

Shao Quan coughed, then turned around and said to his men: "Let's go into the city."

The team escorting Gao Qianli began to walk into the city gate.

"This is the outer city gate, do you have to look at the inner city gate first?" Zhao Lingyun did not let General Shao go, and continued to ask loudly.

If you ignore him, he is still a enthusiastic person, how do you keep the tie?

Shao Quan: "Master misunderstood, I just saw the filth everywhere at the gate of this city, and wondered what happened here."

Zhao Lingyun: "Have you never seen shit?"

Shao Quan: "Why is there such a foul at the gate of the city?"

Zhao Lingyun: "You are in charge of this shit?"

Shao Quan: "No Return..."

"It's not up to you, what are you doing about the shit?" Zhao Lingyun said loudly: "Can **** hurt your hoof? You won't leave until the gate of the city?"

"General Shao, you go into the city soon," General Sima said and urged Shao Quan to leave. Zhao Lingyun is a dog skin plaster, you can afford it?

Zhao Lingyun looked in the middle of the team at this time.

"Car," Qian Tang fiddled with Zhao Lingyun behind him.

In the carriage in the middle of the team, Gao Qianli's wife, Liu, was holding Gao Qianli in her arms and tightly guarding her. People who were seriously injured in Gaoqianli could not have to endure the wind and rain while lying in the carriage, but the bumps on the road were enough to cause Gaoqianli's illness. Mrs. Liu can only hold her general in her arms every day to fix Gao Qianli's body and prevent him from being bumped.

A sewn carriage opened in the window, passing by Zhao Lingyun and his group.

Qian Tang clutched his nose and said, "Why is this carriage smelly?"

Zhao Lingyun also smelled a smell of rotten flesh. This **** thing, Master Zhao frowned and thought, wouldn't the wound on Gao Qianli's body be rotten?