drunk red

bright child. "Everyone gasped.

"really."

"Boy? So pretty, like a girl."

In Jianghu, after all, there are still many people who don't have so many rules, carefree, and say whatever they want, but the only thing everyone has in common is that they are beautiful.Flattery and flattery are also one of the reasons. After all, a one-year-old child can't see anything, but the child sitting there in front of him, digging his hand into his mouth, has indeed inherited his mother's good looks, and is surprisingly beautiful .

"Come on, dear Jiaer, grab something and we'll go back to the house." Xue Wanyi lowered her head and stroked the child's little head.

"Ahh..." As if he was attracted by something, the child crawled forward, looked around his small face, a light red light flashed, attracted his attention, crawled over and grabbed the red inlaid The gem's dagger, but the hand is too small, I slapped it twice, but I couldn't get it out, the childishness immediately gave up, and grabbed the powder box beside it.The box was small, but it was bigger than his hand. With one grasp, the lid was opened, and the base containing the powder fell down, raising dust.

"Sneeze..." Like a kitten, it sneezed twice, and dropped the box tearfully.

Everyone woke up immediately, and everyone was like a blind man.

"Congratulations to the young master for catching the sword. He will definitely be another hero in the future."

"Yes, there are successors to the Tang family."

"Well, it looks like a body suitable for martial arts."

They all ignored the rouge that the child held in the palm of his hand later, but only saw the dagger that was not in his hand after grabbing it for a long time for the first time.

The Tang family has accumulated prestige in the arena for a hundred years, and married a real princess. There are some things that you don't see, and what you don't see, you don't see.

Therefore, the young master of the Tang family caught the dagger today, and the news that he will surely become a generation of heroes in the future, from the maid to the guards, to the guards outside the Tang mansion, to the neighbors, spread throughout the town in just an hour.

"Thank you for your kindness. My son is thin and the hospitality is not good. Please be considerate. Today, I won't go home until I'm drunk." Tang Ziao's voice was condensed, he clasped his fists, and glanced around.

"Tang Shaoxia is polite."

"Okay, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

"you are welcome."

The guests are polite and all take their seats.

"I'll take you back." Tang Ziao covered the child with a mattress, supported Xue Wanyi's back and walked towards the door.

"No, my husband is here to accompany the guests. The journey is not far, and I can do it by myself."

"Alright, I'll ask someone to accompany you there."

Opening the side door next to her, the cold wind blowing towards her face, mixed with snow particles, Tang Ziao took a big stride to cover her body, and tightened the mattress covering the child, hearing the immature voice of the child trapped inside. Babbling, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"You follow the young lady back, be careful of slippery roads, and watch her enter the house before returning." Tang Ziao instructed the guards waiting at the side of the hall.

"Yes, young master. Young madam, you go inside, it's windy outside, be careful not to blow young master." The man took the order, walked to the outside, raised his left hand, and supported her behind her.

"Today, I must ask Tang Shaoxia for advice." A strong man with a beard grabbed Tang Ziao's arm standing at the door, and pulled him to the wine table: "Come, I want a big bowl, fill it up."

"Can you do it, Brother Zhang?" A thin man next to him bumped him with his elbow: "Last time you were drunk, but you played crazy for two hours, you beat me black and blue."

"Fuck you bastard, don't mention that thing." The man's face turned red.

"It's okay, the fire is burning in the guest room. Brother Zhang is drunk, so he went to rest." Tang Ziao glanced at him lightly with his eyes like deep pools. It has a strong taste, like an order, and like an exhortation, but it also makes people unable to say words of rejection.

"Hehe, I haven't had a drink yet, don't talk about those drunken things, come on, come on."

"I'm coming too." A few young Jianghu young heroes from behind rushed to this table, wanting to have a close contact with this folk "son-in-law".

Tang Ziao picked up the wine glasses that kept being toasted, one after another, swallowed like tea, without frowning, applauding one after another, the wine table that can only accommodate more than ten people is crowded with guests at the moment, the visitors in the whole hall , Those who like to join in the fun, young and energetic all snuggle up, and for a while, the atmosphere is extremely hot.

"It's not good...young master." The wooden door of the front hall was pushed open with a bang, and the stern cold wind brought large snow particles with it, which made people tremble.

The guard who escorted Xue Wanyi was covered in blood and fell to the ground. The blood and snow mixed together and soaked his body, his eyes were wide open, and he roared hoarsely: "Young Master, Young Madam and Young Master, cough cough..."

"How?" Tang Ziao clenched the wine glass tightly in his hand, frowned, walked towards the man, and shouted sharply: "Where?"

The man could no longer speak, and when he heard the question, he raised his hand and pointed to the side.

Tang Ziao's brows and eyes were serious, and he disappeared in the same place in a blink of an eye.

The sound of whistling wind, blowing through the gap of the open door, startled everyone.

"Something went wrong, hurry up."

Mixed fate

When the hula-la-la crowd arrived at the bright place, they all stood where they were, not daring to breathe.

There were more than a dozen corpses of guards lying on the ground, their heads were all staggered from their necks in a strange twisted state.

There were only three of them, wearing night clothes and black cloth, tall and strong, with a long breath.Among the onlookers, those with advanced kung fu looked awe-inspiring, and they had already seen that the three of them had reached their peak. Although Tang Ziao was young and promising, he didn't have much chance of winning in the face of the three of them besieging together, let alone , they were still holding the child who was still in the hall to catch Zhou in their hands.

"Jiajia..." There was a miserable hiss.

Xue Wanyi, the majestic princess of the Wanyan Dynasty and the daughter-in-law of the martial arts leader, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the three of them.

The simple bun has been untied, the clothes are messy, the hem has already been soaked in snow, a pair of almond eyes are full of tears, trembling violently, crawling, using the most humble gesture: "Please, please, don't hurt him , use me instead, please, agree to any request, please..."

The sound of weeping and blood, fragmented, makes people unbearable to hear.

Tang Ziao looked at his wife who was kneeling on the ground, stretched out his arms, lifted her up, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

Judging from the posture of the three holding the child in their hands, it doesn't seem like they want to take his life, but they have other plans. Tang Ziao held his breath and focused his eyes like a sharp sword.

The person holding the child winked at the other two, and took two steps back. Tang Ziao stepped forward and went straight to him, but was stopped by the other two.

Clothes fluttered, limbs touched each other, one against two, although reluctantly, but not in a panic.

There were people below who were clamoring to help, but they were stopped by the people in front. They were masters, and no interruptions were allowed. If you intervene rashly, it will only disturb your mind.

Xue Wanyi covered her mouth with her hands, her tears were like broken beads, she looked sadly at the man in black who was holding the child and fighting with her father-in-law Tang Mingxiang, staggered, and unconsciously leaned in that direction.

"Young lady, don't go, it's dangerous."

Although Tang Mingxiang was ambushed and poisoned a few days ago, and his body has not yet recovered, but as the leader of the martial arts alliance, he has profound skills and experience, and he will not lose a bit in the confrontation with that person.

"Wow..." After the man in black was repeatedly attacked by Tang Mingxiang and kept jumping and falling, the child was frightened and cried out.

"Ah..." Xue Wanyi heard the cry of the child, couldn't hold on, and knelt down on the ground.

The man in black who was holding the child narrowed his eyes, turned around, and came to Xue Wanyi's side, turned his right wrist, and a knife as thin as a willow leaf slashed across her neck, watching the thick and warm blood gushing out. He stepped out and kicked him towards Tang Mingxiang who was following behind.

"Let's go." He yelled in a low voice, and the other two men who were fighting with Tang Ziao also drew out their lancets.

"Save, save the child, save Jiajia, save..." The blood spurting out like a spring was held down by Tang Mingxiang. Even if he married into a martial arts family, the princess is still a princess, and he must not die here.

A person next to him tore off his obscene clothes: "Don't be disgusted, stop the bleeding first."

Seeing that the black shadow was about to go away, Xue Wanyi ignored her words, and Tang Mingxiang was furious, and said in Tang Ziao's direction, "Help..."

I tried my best, but the sound I made was as thin as mosquitoes and flies. In the cold night, it was swallowed up and dissipated by the rush of footsteps, cold snowflakes, and flying clothes.

His desperate eyes closed slowly unwillingly, but he saw Tang Ziao's gaze, firm and calm, reassuring.

Closing her eyes, the corners of Xue Wanyi's mouth relaxed, forming a slight arc, begging you to save our child.

In this way, I can go with peace of mind.

Turning around and flying, passing through the gap between the two, looking around, a faint scent of milk belonging to children wafted from the bleak cold wind, and Tang Ziao followed it away.

Before everyone could blink, the four of them had disappeared in place.

Tang Ziao's qinggong is very good, almost no one can match it, with three or five borrowings, he has already reached behind the man, stepped on the wall, concentrated his feet, and aimed directly at the man's neck.

Seeing that the man had no time to dodge, there was a whistling wind behind him, and the two chasing people attacked one from the left and the other from the right.Tang Ziao retracted his toes, turned over one by one, and landed in front of the three of them, firmly.

"Let him go, I'll pay double the amount you hired." Tang Ziao clenched his fists.

Several people looked at each other, the one in the middle who was holding the child shook his head, the two of them stopped hesitating, turned the knife in their hands, and went straight to Tang Ziao.

persuasion hopeless,