I am the poor scholar

With the killing of chickens and monkeys just now, the surviving men nodded their heads, fearing that their corpses would be separated in the next moment.

"Heh." Xiao Yang used the tip of the sword to pick apart the socks, and the Qingfeng sword followed the shadow on the rack and pointed at the man's neck.

The surviving man froze and his tongue was tied: "King, lord..."

As the pressure on the blade deepened, Xiao Yangdan narrowed his phoenix eyes dangerously: "Speak neatly."

The surviving man's bones were trembling, and he gathered all his strength in his throat to make his words coherent: "The villain was sent by the housekeeper Fang of the General's Mansion."

Xiao Yangjian frowned.

Huo will be light?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sudden turbulent airflow under the pine and cypress trees not far away.

Xiao Yang's eyes suddenly flashed, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out like a dragon!

The long sword pierced through the thick tree trunk with only the hilt remaining, and the tip of the sword was only two fingers away from the woman's throat.

Trembling all over, she had escaped a catastrophe, but Shicai's life was hanging by a thread, but the woman couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Now that she was exposed, the woman gritted her teeth and emerged from behind the tree trunk and said loudly: "The prince is me!"

Xiao Yang followed the prestige and saw a woman standing beside the pine and cypress tree.

It is the little master of this other courtyard.

But the moment the surviving man saw the woman, his face lost all color.

"Big, big lady..."

The moment the surviving man saw the woman, he casually addressed her, which already made Xiao Yang's eyes surge with undercurrents.

Xiao Yang retracted his sword.

Then I saw the woman stepping on the velvet boots to the front, kicking the surviving man.

After kicking, the woman immediately bowed her knees and said, "My lord, this person is a servant of Yulin's family. He disturbed His Highness, and I hope His Highness will forgive me."

Xiao Yang looked at the woman, his eyes were full of storms, as if he was evaluating something.

The vigor and resoluteness of the battlefield cannot be adapted to the treacherous situation in Beijing. Even King Yan, who is upright in the eyes of the common people, has to be full of twists and turns.

This neat woman is named Huo Yulin.

And here is the other villa of the General's Mansion located in Yugong Mountain.

I heard that Huo Yulin accompanied the old lady of the Huo Mansion to clean up here.

But how could it be such a coincidence?

Put people in your own residence?

wrong.

Xiao Yang suddenly remembered something, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into dangerous arcs.

Originally, this room... belonged to Huo Yulin.

It was because of some doubts that I deliberately found Yutou to stay here.

The scholar who took the medicine was sent.

The harem of pickled things is too numerous to enumerate.

Xiao Yang turned around abruptly, and said coldly: "Take care of your servant."

"Thank you, Your Highness." The woman said respectfully.

"Your Highness, the wing room is ready." The moment Xiao Yang was about to open the door to enter, Chu Cihe quietly stopped behind Xiao Yang and said humbly, "Please come down with me."

Xiao Yang's fingers that pushed the door paused slightly, and he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, Danfeng raised his eyes slightly, raised his chin into the room and said, "How?"

"The subordinate brought hot water and has already bathed and changed clothes."

"Go back to Beijing tomorrow." Xiao Yang strode forward with his head held high, brushed Chu Cihe's shoulder and said, "Take him along."

"Your subordinates obey." Chu Cihe raised his eyebrows.

The sky was covered with a dark veil, Xiao Yang practiced sword in the courtyard as usual.

Hook and prick, one move and one move, familiar by heart.

However, every repetition, tedious and cumbersome movements will be discarded as trash.

The movements gradually became smoother and became more aggressive.

The man who has practiced martial arts all year round only wears his jacket, the boiling blood flowing in his veins dispels the chill before the dawn, and the dense sweat oozes out and gathers into beads of sweat that fall into his collar.

The collar is slightly damp, and the morning light is dawning.

The man pulled off the black and gold cloud-patterned robe hanging from a tree branch, and put it on his body.

After casually fastening the girdle, the man found a piece of rope to tie his troublesome long hair into a high ponytail.

When everything was ready, Chu Cihe said: "My lord, the scholar last night caught a cold."

Why are you so weak.

Xiao Yang's brows were twisted into the word "Chuan", and they instantly relaxed, he threw the long sword, and then strode towards the old lady's residence in another courtyard.

Now that you are leaving, you need to know the owner of the meeting.

Xiao Yang strode ahead with his head held high, and Chu Cihe's determined voice reached Chu Cihe's ears: "Go back to the city."

Chu Cihe held the long sword, hesitantly said: "Scholar?"

Although weak, he is still a man.

"Just feed me some medicine." Xiao Yang said with sideways eyes, "It's not made of clay."

"Obey." Chu Cihe lowered his eyes.

Fortunately, there are also doctors in other courtyards.

His Royal Highness King Yan is used to being a general on the battlefield, as long as he keeps his breath, he is considered lucky.

Therefore, His Royal Highness King Yan never imagined how delicate a literati could be.

Due to the fact that the scholar contracted the cold and had a slight fever, Chu Cihe thoughtfully found a carriage and asked a groom from the general's courtyard to drive.

Walking out from the foot of Yugong Mountain, Xiao Yang rode a horse in front, his frown at first became a "Chuan" character between his brows.

The coachman trotted up to Xiao Yang, wheezing, wiped his sweat and said, "My lord, the scholar has been throwing up non-stop, maybe he's jolting."

"My lord, he vomited on the carriage, I'm afraid that if we stop for a long time, the marks will not be eliminated..." etc., and so on.

"Why are you so weak!" Xiao Yang suddenly turned his face away, and Danfeng narrowed his eyes impatiently.

Oh, vomiting and diarrhea, isn't it just a high fever?

"Forget it." Xiao Yang's anger came and went quickly because of the slowing down of his return to Beijing, and he whipped his horse and said, "Just send him to the Kyoto Medical Center! This king will go first!"

Suddenly he pulled the reins, the horse's hooves were raised high, and he rode away from the dust.

Amidst the dust, Chu Ci got off the crane's crotch. The horse immediately followed closely behind.

The coachman who stopped on the path wiped his sweat and drove the carriage honestly.

Without the oppression of the two nobles in front, the coachman gradually relaxed and hummed a little tune from his hometown.

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West Street, Yanwang Mansion.

"My lord is back." Even though it was just an ordinary time to leave home, Butler Wang was ready to fight.

The vermilion door was open, and rows of maids and servants had decent smiles on their faces.

When he saw the black figure slowly approaching on horseback, the handsome man's brows were frowning, and when he inadvertently looked back, he gave off an inviolable arrogance.

This person's noble status, his invincibility on the battlefield, and even his iron-blooded wrist in the court are all worthy of his arrogance.

Steward Wang made a cryptic gesture, and everyone immediately lowered their heads in unison and said, "Your Highness is welcome back to your residence."

"Get up." Xiao Yang turned a blind eye and shuttled through it, unimpeded all the way, shuttled through it familiarly.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly felt resistance on the black-patterned boots.

"Meow~" A soft cat meow came from beside her feet.

Xiao Yang lowered his head, the black cat was small and compact, but covered the boots tightly.

At this moment, those eyes that I like the most are wet, accompanied by a soft cry, as if acting like a baby.

The two paws did not show their teeth and claws in front of Bu Qingyun at all, but were very gentle.

"Get up." Xiao Yang tilted his head and made a movement of breaking free.

Hei Yao stood up obediently in an instant, then walked quietly to the side.

Seeing this, Xiao Yang slightly raised his eyebrows.

If he didn't know how arrogant this thing is in front of other people, Xiao Yang would have to be deceived by it.

It seems that the beast also knows that persimmons are soft.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang thought of the news he found in the general's courtyard.

His eyes darkened for a moment: "Heh."

Do you really think this king is a soft persimmon?

At night, the Yanwang Mansion was brightly lit, and suddenly a man in embarrassment rushed in front of the mansion.

The gate guards crossed their halberds to block the man, and sternly reprimanded: "This is Yan Wang's mansion! If there is a case, go to Kaifeng mansion quickly!"

The man with scars all over his body suddenly knelt down, tearfully said: "You two, the younger one is the driver of that young master today! Please also inform the prince that the young master was captured by bandits!"

This clothing and voice clearly belonged to the coachman who drove Bu Qingyun during the day!