Chapter 1572 Can't You? (Thanks to the Leader of "Chaotic" For the Reward!)

"Pull out the hair, otherwise if you bite it, it will be the root of the hair, which will block your throat!"

A big man with his cheeks shaved off and his beard looked a bit fierce ordered.

This is the kitchen, not big, with a stove and a lot of firewood piled beside it.

Two big men squatted on the ground, and one was lighting a fire. The workmanship was okay, and there was no smoke billowing.

The other was plucking chicken feathers in the pot, and there was a fishy smell in the air. People with bad spleen and stomach might feel like vomiting when they smell it.

The standing big man came out of the kitchen, looked around, and said back, "Did the people in the village notice us?"

"No, the village elder's boy is tied up in the wing room. If he speaks out, he will be chopped down immediately."

"I gonna go see!"

Holding the handle of the knife, the big man walked towards the wing room.

When he was about to reach the wing, the big man stopped suddenly. He listened intently, his complexion gradually changed, and he shouted, "Run!"

After speaking, he rushed towards the wing room, as long as he grabbed the village elder's boy, he believed that he could live another half an hour.

Yes, the big man knew he couldn't run anymore.

In the past few days, every lunch time in the village, there are always voices outside calling for children, scolding children for being a mud monkey, and so on.

But today it was exceptionally quiet!

There is no doubt that the people in the village have been notified in advance, no matter how much movement there is outside at noon, they are not allowed to come out.

It takes at least twenty people to do this.

The two big men in the kitchen had already run out, and then rushed to the back without hesitation.

But a few people flashed out from behind the main room, and they approached slowly with crossbow arrows in their hands.

"It's officers and soldiers!"

With that indifferent look in his eyes, the hand holding the crossbow was very steady.

These are elite soldiers!

The two desperately searched for their boss.

And the big man who was about to rush into the wing to control the hostages also stopped.

The door of the wing room was knocked open by him, and then he slowly backed out.

Wang Yan didn't have a crossbow, and he didn't draw his sword, but he forced the big man with the sword to step back step by step.

Cold sweat slid down the big man's face, messed up the stubble on his cheeks, and covered his side face with sweat...

"Who are you?"

The big man was forced to retreat step by step by the pressure from Wang Yan. After leaving the wing room, he caught sight of the two brothers who were also retreating from the corner of his eye. Desperate in his heart, he shouted, "Who the hell are you?"

Wang Yan said expressionlessly: "Give up the knife and kneel down!"

This is a method in the army, the big man gave a loud shout of despair, and then swung his knife to chop off.

With a clang, the light of the knife flickered, and the head flew up.

Wang Yan turned sideways, avoided the spurting blood, and turned to the two big men.

"My lord, we surrender!"

After witnessing Wang Yan's lightning strike, the two big men had no chances, dropped their knives and knelt down, and were immediately grabbed and tied up.

"My lord, it's boring!"

Without killing, those sergeants felt that they could not vent their pent-up evil spirits.

"go back!"

Wang Yan is also very helpless, he longs to go to the battlefield, to kill, to conquer.

But the black thorn's positioning is the trump card, even if he doesn't have to hide in the west mountain, he doesn't have many chances to kill.

...

"You take your afternoon nap, and when you wake up, ask brother Yao to accompany you for a walk in the yard, and I'll go out for a while."

Fang Xing tucked the quilt up for Mo Chou and touched her face.

Mo Chou hummed, watching Fang Xing out with some attachment.

...

Zhu Zhanji was discussing matters with various ministers, Fang Xing got into the carriage as soon as he left the house, and then went all the way to the First Fresh.

When he arrived at No. 1 Fresh, Fang Xing rejected the suggestion that the carriage enter through the back door, and got off directly outside the gate.

Fang Shishi saw that it was Fang Xing, so he rushed out to meet him. He glanced outside and said, "Master, it's dangerous for you to go out at this time."

Fang Xing didn't answer this question, but asked, "Is the guest here?"

Fang Shiyi pointed to the upstairs and said: "Three people, Ding Ren looks a bit dark-faced, Cao Jin looks a bit calm, and the third person looks a bit ordinary.

"

Fang Xing went upstairs, Fang Shixi knocked on the door of a private room, and an impatient voice came from inside.

"who?"

Fang Shixi pushed open the door unceremoniously, then turned sideways to invite Fang Wake in.

There were three people in the room, the thin middle-aged man facing the door was looking at the door with disgust, and an old man sitting on his left, this man just smiled and looked at Fang Xing with inquiry.

The third person sat on the right side, and he got up slowly, with a friendly smile on his young face.

"Cao An, I met Xing Hebo!"

The young man retreated to the side and cupped his hands and said with a smile, that smile made people look comfortable and feel like a spring breeze.

The old man got up and cupped his hands, saying: "Old man Cao Jin, I have met Uncle Xinghe."

And the thin man in the front stood up frowning, and then came out and said: "Old man Ding Ren, Xinghe Bo treats guests, but he came late, and his sincerity is not enough!"

Fang Xing scanned around, and Xin Laoqi whispered behind him: "Master, the outside of the window has been checked, it is safe."

Fang Xing just went in. He walked to the main seat without hesitation, then raised his eyebrows and said to Ding Ren: "Benbo is busy with affairs, and besides, there is still almost a stick of time before the agreed time, why is it so late?"

Ding Yu probably had never been refuted by this person face to face, his complexion became even darker, and he said: "Why should Xing and Uncle fight for the advantage of words, Yuanshan Gong has come long ago."

Fang Xing looked at Cao Jin on the left, but Cao Jin smiled slightly and said, "The old man is hungry, can Xinghe get someone to serve?"

Cao An, who was standing by the side and not seated, said with a smile: "Uncle Xing, please don't blame my father. My father has never eaten at No. 1 Fresh, so I had some expectations, but Xing and Uncle laughed."

This remark was a bit bold, but humorous, and immediately relaxed the atmosphere.

Cao Jin pretended to be angry and said, "Zhuzi is rude! Sit down quickly."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Yuan Shangong's young master doesn't look like a rote reader at first glance, that's right."

The evaluation was very high, but Cao Jin smiled less, and said: "Uncle Xing is too much, the dog likes to mess around, the old man is old, and he can't restrain him anymore, just let him go."

Cao An solemnly apologized to Fang Xing. Fang Xing pressed his hands and said, "I don't like people who read dead books, because those people are stupid. Yu Guoyu's family is useless. You are good."

Ding Yu, who was left out in the cold, coughed dryly: "Cao An seems to be just raising people, right? But young people take their time."

These words made the atmosphere suddenly awkward. Fortunately, the guy started serving the food, which calmed down a bit.

I have never heard that Fang Xing commented on scholars outside, even if he is a big enemy of Confucianism, but if his evaluation of Cao An is spread today, it will be mixed.

Those who are jealous will say that Cao An went to flatter Fang Xing, and those who are envious will get some taste from the comment that he is not a dead book.

The important ministers in the court did not read dead books!

Cao An was the youngest, so he poured wine for everyone. Fang Xing toasted Cao Jin for the first time, but drank together for the second time. This difference made Ding Ren feel bad.

But Fang Xing didn't pay attention to him, he just ate half full first.

"Uncle Xing, more than 30 students from Zhixing Academy have gone out, running around!"

Ding Ren finally said why he came to see Fang Xing today, and looked at Cao Jin with a smile on his face.

Cao Jin nodded with a smile, but did not speak.

Cao An was very interested to see how Fang Xing would respond, but Fang Xing just said coldly, "Can't you?"

Ding Ren looked at Cao Jin without hesitation and said, "Uncle Xinghe, Zhixing Academy, we have put up with it, and we have also put up with you selling science books at low prices, but you send so many students out to teach, what are you trying to do?"

Cao An was a little surprised, because Ding Ren's words were a little too radical, which was different from what was agreed in advance.

But Fang Xing still said coldly: "Can't you?" 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy