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Yang Fan once thought Zhang Jingche was very disliked, he was not promoted, and he served others with sex. If Zhang Tongzhi hadn't endured the humiliation and lurked in northern Xinjiang for more than a year, and almost lost his life, Marquis Dingbian would not care about him at all.

It wasn't until that night in the narrow alley, when he heard Zhang Jingche and his sister's words, that Yang Fan vaguely realized that he seemed to have misunderstood this person. He didn't even pay attention to the royal wealth that was cooked with fire.

This person is born with a rebellious nature, and in the eyes of others, he is rebellious, but in the same rebellious Dingbianhou, he has a sense of sympathy for "like flock together" for no reason.

Yang Fan could tell that Zhang Jingche was not an ordinary commoner. To be able to lurk in northern Xinjiang for such a long time, his methods and temperament must be the best choice.He also wondered why this scholar, who was as talented as the Hanlin Academy, didn't take the imperial examination seriously, and insisted on being accused of being trampled by thousands of people and scolded by thousands of people?

It wasn't until we went to the Wang family's old house that the doubt was solved.

"He is the eldest son of Zhang!" On the way to the place where the incident happened, Yang Fan connected the cause and effect into a thread, and breathed out a gasp that was about to explode from the depths of his chest, "Nian Fang Wuxiang won the name of Jie Yuan!" , Literary talent and elegance won the praise of Grand Master Wang, but luck was bad, met Liu An's beast father and son, mother died tragically, younger sister was robbed, forced to serve the tiger with his own body, and kill the enemy Zhang's father and son!"

No wonder he was talented and learned, but he refused to take the imperial examination route, because he was put on death row with a life lawsuit on his back.

No wonder he disdains the Tian family in every possible way, but still submits himself to be an aide of the East Palace, because Liu Yanzhao saved him from the catastrophe when he survived the catastrophe.This was a life-saving grace, he had no choice but to repay it, and he had no choice but to flatter him, blocking open and hidden arrows for Donggong.

And that night, the woman kidnapped by You Yunwei called Zhang Jingche "big brother", most likely the girl who was rumored to be snatched away by the prince of Huainan.People in the world don't know it, they only know that after she was kidnapped by the heirs of the Liu family, she was depressed all day long, and then she died, but they never thought that this woman was accepted by the queen as a palace lady, and then later married to the east palace as a side concubine. The first is to serve the nobleman, but the real intention is to leave one more shackles to restrain Zhang Jingche.

"That's right," Yang Fan thought, "Although this person is a commoner, his methods and talents are one of a kind, and he even created Youyunwei with one hand, holding the private lifeblood of so many ministers in the palm of his hand... But this person has a natural personality. Jieao, I am unwilling to be a slave and a servant, and if it is me, if I don't have someone to restrain me, I will definitely not be at ease. It's just..."

However, although the empress loves her son deeply, she certainly plans ahead. She has been trapped in the deep palace for a long time, and her eyesight is also restricted by the square palace walls—how can people like Zhang Jingche be subdued by the word "shackles" ?The queen thought it was a rainy day, but she didn't know that this move was a failure. It was on the edge of "coercion", and even the life-saving grace of the year was also cancelled.

Now, Zhang Jingche is under the eaves and has to bow his head. If he can get out of trouble in the future, Dong Gong will no longer be his benefactor, but his enemy!

Yang Fan let out a long sigh, being entangled with these intricate grievances and grievances, he really couldn't understand it, so he could only give Kuai Ma another whip.

Marquis Dingbian went south this time, and he brought all the elite generals with him, one man and two horses, working day and night, he insisted on compressing the trip of three to five days into two days.Under the leadership of You Yunwei, a group of people rushed to the valley that day, but found that the road into the mountain had been washed away by the mountain torrent.

Yang Fan made a decisive decision, got off his horse and said, "Take a small path into the mountain, and you must reach the place before sunset."

The leader of the family hesitated a bit: "Master Hou...there has just been a mountain torrent in this area. If there is a landslide, the low-ranking people will die to pay for their sins!"

Yang Fan got impatient and rapped his horsewhip lightly: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you talk too much, just stay and watch!"

The general knew his master Hou's temper, and he didn't dare to say anything for fear of being left behind by him.

In fact, what Jiang Jiang said was right, the road in this area was washed away by the mountain torrent, and there were broken rocks and broken trees everywhere, making it very difficult to climb.Fortunately, Yang Fan had seen the desert wind and sand in northern Xinjiang, so he never took this danger to heart, and took the lead to open the way, even the vigorous commander of You Yunwei fell behind.

However, he walked too fast, and troubles came. Seeing that he had climbed halfway up the mountain, Yang Fan suddenly felt strange. There was a muffled rumble behind him, but the soil that had absorbed the rainwater could not hold up the rocks, and the mountain roared down like a tsunami, splitting the group of people in two.

The leader of the family general was startled, his heart hovered and he said, "Master Hou!"

This landslide lasted for several breaths, and finally the dust settled. Finally, Yang Fan's voice came from the other end of the mountain road that was divided into two sections: "...It's okay, I just slipped and scratched a little oily skin."

The heart that the leader of the generals almost burst out fell back into his stomach.

The mountain road was closed, and the generals had to take a detour, and the delay was more than half an hour.Yang Fan waited impatiently, left guide signs along the way, and went to the depths of the forest alone.

He was in a hurry to hurry, but he was always vigilant, a string in his mind was tense anytime and anywhere, for fear of missing the slightest clue.After walking for about half an hour, Yang Fan suddenly stopped and raised his hand to push aside the bushes beside the road, only to see a piece of broken cloth hanging on the edge of the rock.

Yang Fan pulled the cloth in his hands, found it was just ordinary hemp, and was about to put it aside, then he suddenly remembered that this place is deep into the mountains and forests, the road is difficult and dangerous, even if ordinary refugees are in a panic, it is impossible to escape here.

He lowered his head to look at the rag, and saw a few scratches on it with a sharp object, and put them together carefully, it was exactly the character "Zhang".

"It's him!" Yang Fan's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally let go a little, and thought with a long breath, "This is the mark he left... At least, when the mountain torrent broke out, that kid was still alive!"

As he thought about it, he quickened his pace, passing through the forest like the wind, barely reaching the edge of the forest, when he suddenly heard a faint shout coming from ahead.Yang Fan's thoughts turned, and he stood up, using his strength to connect points on the trunk, and jumped onto the branches lightly and skillfully.He parted the dense canopy and peeped out from the gaps in the branches and leaves, only to see a man in black appearing out of nowhere from outside the forest, standing on the edge of the cliff and poking his head, as if searching for something.

Yang Fan only took one look at it, and then confirmed his guess - it's from Dongying!

"There's nothing wrong with it. Look at the figures and manners of these people. They are clearly Japanese, and most of them are the fish that slipped through the net of the Japanese pirates!" Dingbian Hou quickly calculated, "It's really strange. The old dens of these people are all covered up. Stop it, don't run for your life, why did you come here?"

Thinking of this, Marquis Dingbian couldn't help moving forward, wanting to listen carefully to what they were saying.

A gang of Japanese pirates probably never expected that there would be someone staring at this barren mountain, and they spoke in a rough voice without any hesitation: "If you fall from such a high place, the kid should be dead, right?"

"That kid deserves it! Who is to blame for looking for death?"

"Let's go down and have a look... If you want to live, you want to see people, and if you want to die, you want to see corpses, so don't let that kid slip away!"

The Japanese were swearing and swearing in Japanese dialect. Although Yang Fan was not good at speaking, he could still hear them pretty well just by listening.A group of people turned half a circle along the cliff, and gradually went to the bottom of the cliff, Yang Fan jumped from the tree, ran to the edge of the cliff in three steps and two steps, and looked around, only to see that it had just rained , the clouds cover the fog, I don't know how deep it is.

Yang Fan's scalp felt numb immediately, and he said in his heart: Isn't it?If you fall from such a high place, you will lose half your life if you don't die!

Marquis Dingbian is not stingy, if his temper comes up, God can poke a hole.Seeing that the shadow had disappeared, he simply found another way, found a section of mountain vine from the top of the cliff, stretched his strength, and felt that it was still strong, so he tied the mountain vine to the rock next to the cliff, and pulled the rope end by himself, three times and five times. Dier slipped down a dozen feet high.

It can be seen from this that Dingbian Hou has been the master of climbing trees and running monkeys since he was a child. Although he has grown older, he looks a lot more stable.

There is a mountain stream at the bottom of the cliff. At this time, it is the season of peach blossom flood, and the stream gathers into a torrent, rushing down mightily.The closer you get to the bottom of the cliff, the rocks are covered with moss, the more slippery your feet are, and there is almost no place to rely on.Yang Fan slid three times in one step, accidentally missed his hand, rolled and fell down from the cliff, covered in mud, and became a disgraced mud monkey.

Although Yang Fan has studied and practiced in the northwest frontier for many years, he is an aristocrat who grew up in the middle of Beijing. Seeing himself covered in mud, he wished he could break up with this skin and try to be clean with his three souls and seven souls.He looked around, only to hear that the surroundings were quiet, and there was no second living creature within a radius of ten feet, so he took off his dirty clothes, parted the branches of the bushes, and was about to jump into the stream——

A gust of wind came straight to the back of his head at this moment, Yang Fan's heart shuddered, and he dodged sideways, twisting the man's wrist without looking back, and in desperation he used the technique of splitting muscles and bones, only to hear a crisp sound With a loud noise, the man's wrist was twisted and dislocated by him. He grunted, but he refused to let go, and he held the dagger and chopped it down in the air!

Yang Fan snatched the dagger with his hands, he could have poked a transparent hole in him, but he heard the voice of that person in the blink of an eye, and the strength he had accumulated was dissipated immediately.With great difficulty, he stopped the momentum, and after a while, he asked in surprise, "Ming...Minghuang?"

The person behind him froze obviously, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to recognize the identity of the person, and fell down as if he lost his strength.

It's okay to have a big living person lying on Yang Fan's back, but what's worse is that his clothes are disheveled, and the two of them stick together, there is not even a little room for cushioning.The man's chin rested on Yang Fan's shoulder, and he sprayed all his warm breath into the hollow of his neck, Dingbianhou seemed to be scalded, if it was a cat, his round hair would have exploded at this moment.

"Master Hou..." He heard Zhang Jingche say vaguely, "Why are you here?"

Yang Fan didn't know what happened, the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling, rushing to his head one by one, half of his face was almost steaming.However, he refused to show his timidity, and said stubbornly: "Are you still ashamed to ask me? If you hadn't tried your best to fight bravely and insisted on going to death, would this marquis be worthy of taking risks with his daughter?"

The more he talked, the more he got angry, and let out the anger of the past few days: "Tell me about you, how did you grow your brain? The teacher also praised you for being a good learner...Have you fed all your talents to the dogs? Your body is your own. If you don't cherish it, who do you expect to love you!"

Zhang Jingche managed to save his life from the rampant torrents, but who knew that he survived the catastrophe, and what he got was not a blessing, but the overwhelming pursuit of Dongying people.He rolled down the cliff and dragged his scarred body to and fro here. Half his life had already been lost. At this moment, his mind relaxed and he fell into a coma.

However, the Marquis of Dingbian was unwilling to be peaceful, and kept nagging in his ear without stopping.Zhang Jingche got impatient, raised his hand and grabbed Yang Fan's ears, and said like a lesson to a naughty boy, "Are you finished? Those Japanese people may come to the door at any time...Aren't you leaving now, waiting to deliver food? "

Marquis Dingbian has a high status, except for the present and the late old Marquis, no one would dare to violate the might of the young Marquis.Unexpectedly, the mountains and rivers took turns, and at this moment, they were crushed by Zhang Jingche, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.However, the situation was stronger than others, and he couldn't settle accounts with Zhang Tongzhi who was dying, so he had to carry him on his shoulders and threatened viciously: "You hold me up... Benhou managed to get you back, if you just die like this Now, I will chase you to the Palace of the King of Hades and I won’t let you go!”

Zhang Jingche breathed weakly, but refused to show weakness, and said tit for tat: "If Lord Hou is not a first-rank military marquis, this mouth must have been torn apart countless times!"

Yang Fan snorted with his nose: "Even if I don't have the title of Marquis, I'm still right...Tear it up? Hmph, whoever tears it up doesn't know yet!"

Zhang Jingche only felt that his head and neck were getting heavier, and his chin rested on Yang Fan's shoulder, and he couldn't help but tilt his neck: "It sounds good... I think you are not very skilled in making a small bow in front of the present? Don't speak forcefully now, it's time In front of the Holy Majesty, I'm cowardly again..."

With Zhang Jingche on his back, Yang Fan walked on the river beach with one deep foot and one shallow foot.He was afraid that Zhang Jingche would be relieved and couldn't hold on any longer, so he deliberately bickered with him: "Aren't you talking eloquently in front of me when you see people ordering food, and you don't say a word when you see Donggong? It's not a big deal, you have the nerve to laugh at me? "

Zhang Jingche was too lazy to argue with him, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed the base of his ear hard.

He was already exhausted, even though Yang Fan tried his best to tease him, he still sunk into the darkness irrevocably.Fortunately, he was just in a coma, and there was no danger of his life. After sleeping for about two or three hours, he gradually woke up.

When he just opened his eyes, Zhang Jingche was in a daze, not knowing where he was.At this time, the night was dark, and the stars all over the sky crashed into the eyes with great momentum, making people a little breathless.He was dazed for a long time, and finally managed to gather a sliver of sanity, and slowly turned his gaze, and saw a bonfire not far away, with a familiar coat hanging on top of it.

Immediately afterwards, someone whispered in the ear: "What, are you awake?"

This lukewarm greeting brought Zhang Jingche's three souls and seven souls back to Tianling Gai, who were on the verge of escape. He took a deep breath, struggled to stand up, and was about to speak, but Yang Fan slapped him back.

"What can you do blindly?" Dingbianhou said angrily, "If you can't sit up, you just lie down. I'm most annoyed by your broken teeth and bloody mouth!"

Zhang Jingche was dizzy and his eyes were swollen, how could he resist his slight shoving?Immediately, he fell back involuntarily—unexpectedly, the bottom of his body was not hard, but was covered with thick bushes or soft grass.

Zhang Jingche thought to himself: I can't tell... This kid is careless, but he has such a careful side?

Yang Fan said calmly: "Then what the hell is going on with Li Wenbin, it's worth your life to fill it in? There is no one else here, so tell me."