After the death of the villain

Xie Xiangying glanced at Ling Lang, and suddenly laughed angrily. He was angry, and anyone who faced such a person would be angry.He didn't understand, and he didn't understand what this person meant. He could clearly watch him die, and now he came to pester him for what to do.

Xie Xiangying had no intention of continuing to argue, and simply lay down on the donkey cart, turned his back and closed his eyes.He doesn't want to do this thankless task, so Ling Lang can say whatever he wants.

Seeing Xie Xiangying's tired face, Ling Lang stopped bothering him.

The donkey cart was going to Changping Street, but Ling Lang really didn't go to the post house because he said he couldn't go back.

Xie Xiangying dozed off for a while, and when he opened his eyes and saw the Changping Street full of people, he was taken aback for a moment.

"You really don't want to go back?" Isn't this man still busy with the banknotes?

"I've said it before, it's not a joke." There was a smile on his brows and eyes, and when he looked at people, there was only the reflection of the other person in his eyes.

Xie Xiangying avoided Ling Lang's gaze, got out of the cart and took the donkey cart to the shop where he hired the cart last night.

The shopkeeper took out the jade pendant, Ling Lang glanced at it, took out a piece of silver from his pocket and put it on the table.

"You are..." Xie Xiangying raised his head and glanced at Ling Lang.

Ling Lang said: "Farming and selling goods requires running back and forth, why not buy this car."

This man is thoughtful.

This donkey is a thin and thin piebald donkey. Seeing that someone is willing to spend so much money to buy this donkey cart, the boss couldn't help but look a little happy: "You two are so refreshing, I will give you a few bags of newly harvested millet for you. It’s best to cook porridge.”

"So, thank you very much." Ling Lang smiled, with a bright and youthful attitude.

This person is probably 23 this year, and he still looks like seventeen or eighteen when he smiles. Why does God always treat him kindly.Xie Xiangying looked at Ling Lang, feeling envious in his heart.

When the two came out of the shop, Ling Lang put the two bags of millet on the car and asked him, "What else do you want to buy?"

"You pay the money?" Xie Xiangying asked him.

"nature."

If this money can be thanked and greeted with a smile, why not spend a lot of money.

Seeing Ling Lang's willingness to agree, Xie Xiangying had a cool smile on his face.Ling Lang's most indispensable thing, silver, has now become what he needs most, which is really a trick of luck.

"Buy some rice noodles and meat, it's almost New Year's Eve."

Xie Xiangying sat on the car and glanced at the reins hanging on the side.

"Lunar New Year's eve."

Thinking of New Year's Eve, Ling Lang picked up the reins, his eyebrows and eyes curved.He pulled the donkey cart and led it through the crowd to the butcher shop.

The two walked around Changping Street and bought rice noodles, meat, and some snacks.

The donkey cart was parked outside the grain store, and Ling Lang saw many people surrounded by the opposite stall, so he walked over to take a look.But it was a little girl who was selling purses. The purses were beautiful in color and exquisitely embroidered.

Ling Lang picked up two purses embroidered with pear blossoms and asked her, "How do you sell these?"

"Six copper plates."

Ling Lang threw a piece of broken silver on the stall, and the little girl's expression changed slightly: "Well, how can I find you?"

"No need." Ling Lang said, and took the two purses to the grain store.

Xie Xiangying saw that he was holding something from his daughter's house in his hand, and asked him, "Did you buy it on the way?"

Ling Lang nodded, and stuffed one of them into Xie Xiangying's hand.

"What do I want this for? I don't even have much money."

After Xie Xiangying finished speaking, Ling Lang immediately took back the purse, stuffed a few gold particles in it, and put it into Xie Xiangying's hand again.

"Put it away." He said two words.

Seeing Ling Lang's serious appearance, Xie Xiangying couldn't help smiling, thinking that this person is quite naive.

The two loaded their things into the cart and led the donkey cart out.

As New Year's Eve approached, many people came out to buy new year's goods. The two of them led the donkey cart, and it was almost impossible to move an inch in the impenetrable place.Xie Xiangying was sitting on the donkey cart at first, seeing that the cart was difficult to move, he also got down to walk with Ling Lang.

When he was about to reach the intersection, Xie Xiangying finally understood why Changping Street was so congested.

In front of the restaurant with the name "Famous Banquet Building", several luxurious carriages parked randomly on the street, blocking the road tightly.

"Get in the carriage, I'll take the carriage away." Ling Lang said.

Xie Xiangying heard the words and immediately sat back on the donkey cart.

Ling Lang walked over, and was about to take the reins of the carriage, when suddenly a servant came out of the building.

"What's the matter with you, you dare to move our son's carriage."

Hearing this, Ling Lang put down the rein in his hand and glanced at the boy.

Seeing that Ling Lang didn't have any valuables on his body and his hair was tied up with cloth ties, the boy didn't take him seriously.

"Get out of the way, you can't afford to offend our young master."

"Who is your son?" Ling Lang asked.

Seeing Ling Lang asking this question, the young servant couldn't help laughing and said: "Who is my young master? It has nothing to do with you poor scholar. Go home obediently and don't let your uncle do anything to me."

This was the first person who dared to be Uncle Ling Lang, Xie Xiangying sat in the car and watched the play quietly.

Ling Lang wasn't annoyed, he just looked at the several carriages at the entrance of the building: "This carriage is blocking the road at the intersection, so I have to move it just now."

"Just make a detour if you get in the way, there's so much nonsense here."

Seeing that Ling Lang was a stubborn person, the boy came down the stone steps, and just about to make a move, Ling Lang grabbed his arm and lost his way.

"Oh, good man, spare your life!"

The man cried out in pain, Ling Lang looked at him very calmly, and said, "Move the carriage."

This person doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner in his clothes, only when he strikes can he show his battle-tested strength and fierceness.

Ling Lang let go of the person in his hand, and a young man walked out of the restaurant.

"I've spoiled you all so much on weekdays, how come you come out to check the carriage, and you're still like this."

The man was dressed in a golden brocade robe, and his eyes fell on Ling Lang.

The enemy's road is narrow, but it is Ling Qinghe.

Ling Qinghe grew up in Jiaolan County, and had never been to Shengjing. He glanced at the rare material of the clothes on Ling Lang, and said, "Where do you come from, dare to act wildly in my territory."

The people from the Procuratorate had already left, and he didn't believe that Jiaolan County could jump out of the second Zhou Yanlai.

Ling Lang stared intently at the person in front of him, smiled for a while and didn't speak.

According to his seniority, Ling Qinghe had to call Ling Lang a cousin. Xie Xiangying saw the scene where the two brothers didn't know each other, and remembered that Ling Lang had come quietly this time, so he got off the donkey cart and walked closer.He coughed in a low voice, Ling Lang heard the sound and looked this way, the two looked at each other, Ling Lang knew what Xie Xiangying meant.

Seeing Ling Lang looking into the crowd, Ling Qinghe also looked in this direction, and found Xie Xiangying in the crowd.

It's him.

Ling Qinghe walked down the stone steps, bypassed Ling Lang and stopped in front of Xie Xiangying.

The person who was about to go back to the donkey cart was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by Ling Qinghe.

"When Zhou Yan went back, didn't he take you away?"

Ling Qinghe looked at Xie Xiangying with naked scrutiny in his eyes.It's freezing cold now, and this plain white dress makes this man more beautiful than before, no wonder Zhou Yan couldn't help but help him.With such a flirtatious figure, if you want to come to the red tent at the Spring Festival, the taste must be very ecstasy.

"Third Young Master, it's not appropriate for you to do this."

"It's not suitable. Was it suitable for you when you pestered me before? Why do you suddenly become proud now? There are too many people sleeping, and your heart is too high."

Ling Qinghe didn't know what he was doing, he felt that the innocent look of this person in front of him was annoying.Obviously, they were still circling around behind him a few days ago, but now they are hooking up with so many people again, what is going on.

Ling Qinghe was about to make a move when someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"What are you?" Ling Qinghe said disdainfully when he saw that it was Ling Lang.In Jiaolan County, no one who dares to oppose him has yet been born.

With a cold smile on Ling Lang's face, he said, "It seems inappropriate for this young master to hold my little gentleman's hand for no reason."

"Your little gentleman?" Ling Qinghe stared at Xie Xiangying and asked him, "When did you have another husband?"

This person is really capable, Ling Qinghe was furious when he thought of this.What he hates the most in his life is being meddled with by others. Xie Xiangfeng likes him, and he has already regarded this person as his own.Now this person takes turns sending himself under others, is he insulting him?

"Xie Xiangfeng, come home with me." Ling Qinghe said sharply.

"Since I handed in my resignation, I have nothing to do with Chengwang's mansion. The third son should go back earlier, so as not to cause trouble for His Royal Highness Chengwang."

Xie Xiangying didn't understand what this person meant. He heard from Qi Fengchi that Ling Qinghe was afraid to avoid Xie Xiangying before, so why doesn't he pester Ling Qinghe now, but Ling Qinghe pesters him instead.

Ling Lang looked at Ling Qinghe coldly, he didn't understand how Cheng Wang, who has always been prudent, taught such a reckless thing.

The three of them stood in a stalemate in front of the restaurant, attracting the attention of many people.

Seeing that the road was about to be blocked, the sky also darkened.Xie Xiangying's arm was in pain from Ling Qinghe's grip, and his heart skipped a beat, he looked up at Ling Lang, and said in a warm voice: "Master, he hurt me so much."

This sentence scratched people's heart like a baby, Ling Lang glanced back at Xie Xiangying, and immediately lifted Ling Qinghe to his feet.

Unexpectedly, Ling Lang was so strong, and the face of the person who was lifted up suddenly changed.When Ling Qinghe got angry, he simply struck first. Both of them were young and energetic, and they didn't have any energy in fighting.

"What are you looking at, fight!"

The young servants on the stone steps were stunned, and Ling Qinghe yelled before reacting.

A group of people scuffled together, and the street was in great chaos.

Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention Ling Lang was injured.Xie Xiangying was worried, when Ling Lang had already walked out from the fighting crowd.It turned out that a group of people were so red-eyed that they couldn't tell who was who, Ling Lang unbuttoned his outer robe, casually put it on a young servant, and got out of the mess.

"Tighten."

Ling Lang took Xie Xiangying's hand, pushed away the people in front of him and brought Xie Xiangying into the cart, and the two of them passed through several horse workshops in a donkey cart.

When the people at the street reacted, they realized that only Ling Lang's robe was left in their hands, and they had already gone away.

On the trail, the whip-wielding drivers had smiles on their lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Xie Xiangying didn't understand how this man could still laugh, how old he was, and he was still fighting with children.

"you guess."

Looking at Xie Xiangying, Ling Lang thought of the "Sanggong" just now, and felt very sweet in his heart.

"I don't guess."

Even the roundworm living in his stomach couldn't guess Ling Lang's deep thoughts, so he didn't bother to guess.

"The wound on your body is okay, that kid used brute force, don't break the wound away."

Seeing that Xie Xiangying cared about him, Ling Lang moved closer to him, and said to him, "It hurts a little, but if you call 'Xianggong' again, the pain will go away."

"Dream you!"

Xie Xiangying punched Ling Lang again, and Ling Lang accepted it obediently without saying anything.Xie Xiangying is a literati after all, this blow is not light, but it doesn't hurt much, it's more like flirting than blaming.

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Lang Zi's self-strategy has always been very powerful