Chapter 127 You Really Deserve to Die

The reception room of Shanshui Garden is called "Haoran Zhengqi Building".

The towering buildings on the roof of the double-eaves verandah are magnificent and show the grace of the holy family - the double-eaves verandah roof has been the highest level of Chinese palace roof architecture since ancient times. More than a dozen main palaces in Luoyang Ziwei Palace adopt convenient It is the top of the verandah with double eaves.

What is eye-catching is a pair of couplets hanging outside the gate of Haoran Zhengqi Building.

First couplet: The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading fill my ears.

Second line: Care about family affairs, national affairs, and everything in the world.

Hengpi: The world is for the common good.

Yang Ge looked at the couplet from a distance and felt that the psychological quality of these high-ranking officials was really not that strong.

He is clearly engaged in a shameful business, but he can also set up a memorial arch in front of his house openly. Doesn't the old dog feel that this couplet is scolding him every day when he faces it?

At this moment, the door of the tall building was open, and maids and servants were constantly coming in and out.

Yang Ge had a good eye and noticed that there were guards with weapons on duty at the pavilions and corridor corners of the building.

"Okay, just send it here!"

Yang Ge withdrew his gaze and let go of Zhuang Chu in his hand: "You can figure out how to excuse yourself later."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand.

Zhuang Chu quickly waved his hand and begged for mercy: "My hero, there is no need to go to such trouble. I promise that I will never talk nonsense."

Yang Ge smiled: "Do you think it's possible?"

Zhuang Chu glanced at his wrinkle-free palm, hurriedly looked away, and forced a smile: "Then... can the villain do it by himself?"

Yang Ge still smiled: "What do you think?"

Zhuang Chu swallowed his saliva, and the bachelor stretched his neck: "Okay, okay...you must be grateful to me. I have small arms and legs, but I can't withstand your natural power."

"Have a good sleep."

Yang Ge said softly, but before he could finish his words, he struck his neck with a sharp knife from his right hand.

Zhuang Chu rolled his eyes and collapsed on the spot.

Yang Ge caught him, looked around, carried him to a corridor and placed him diagonally on the ground, then pulled out the sword from his waist and stuffed it into his palm.

Although this guy talks a lot about running the train...

But he just wants to live.

In fact, Yang Ge found it quite interesting to see him racking his brains and fighting against himself.

I remember when Jiang Kuina used a secret book on Luanfeng Legs to put him and Yuelai Inn on the fire, he was also racking his brains to fight with the strong men in the dark...

After settling down with the guys, Yang Ge put down his bamboo hat and walked out of the corridor, turned around a rockery, leaped three feet high in the air, flew several feet away, and jumped to the Haoran Zhengqi Tower on the other side.

"who!"

"There's an assassin!"

"Be bold!"

In an instant, several loud shouts of shock and anger sounded from all directions, and countless air-piercing sounds attacked Yang Ge.

The sound of Qingyue's sword sounded, and the light of the sword was like a snow covered thousands of miles away. With one blow, several figures facing Yang Ge and the arrows and hidden weapons that were shot at him were wiped away.

Yang Ge sheathed his sword, faced several maids who were screaming and running for their lives, and stepped into the reception hall.

I saw two people sitting in order of priority in the reception hall.

The person at the top has a gray beard, lean and lanky, wearing a white jade hairband and a vermilion Yanju deep meaning robe. He is drinking tea with a tea bowl in his hand, without even looking at Yang Ge who enters the door.

The person on the right is about forty years old. He has a horse face, sinister eyes, and dark complexion. He is wearing a green round-collared robe with a beautifully decorated long sword hanging from his waist. He stood upright and glared at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge glanced at the old man above him, and then moved his eyes to the man on the right who was dressed as a scribe, but he always gave him a strong sense of incongruity, like a child sneaking into his father's suit...

He looked the man up and down several times and said, "Japanese pirate?"

As soon as his words came out, the man immediately broke his guard and cursed angrily: "Baga..."

"Keng."

Leng Yue's sword was unsheathed and swung in the air like lightning, then lightly tapped the ground.

"Boom."

With a muffled sound, a big head hit the ground hard, bounced up half a foot, and rolled to Yang Ge's feet.

Yang Ge twisted around, raised his leg and volleyed hard. The dirty head flew out of the door, drew a beautiful banana line, and smashed into the lotus pond with a thud.

"nice shot!"

He cheered loudly to himself, then turned around and looked at the old man in red robe who was still calm.

Sensing Yang Ge's gaze, the old man in red robe slowly put down his tea bowl and said slowly: "Should I call you Embroidery Guard Beizhen Fu Si Shangyou, fifth rank Qianhu Yang Erlang, or should I call you Young Brother Yang Yang Ge ?”

Yang Ge pretended not to hear the deeper meaning of his words, and replied with a smile: "You can call a certain family 'Jiaqian layman' Ding Xiu... It should be this name on the court's official statement later."

The old man in red robe narrowed his cloudy eyes and said with a pun: "I heard that you are also a person who has read books. Have you ever heard: 'The one who started the figurines has no descendants'?"

Yang Ge shrugged and replied patiently: "Of course I have heard of it, Yu Gong, I don't even have a green robe and official clothes. Of course it's not within the rules of the court game for me to kill you. In private, Yuelai Inn is up and down." There are only five or six people left, and if anyone dares to touch them, I will slaughter their entire family... What do you think?"

The red-robed old man smiled slowly and said: "It doesn't matter if you say it or not."

Yang Ge replied nonchalantly: "It's okay, I will kill whoever wants to have the final say, and kill a few more. I'll let it go!"

The old man in red robe wriggled his lips and wanted to continue to entangle him, but before the words came out of his mouth, he knew that these words were useless to the man in front of him.

If it had been useful, he wouldn't be here.

He picked up the tea bowl, carefully drank every drop of tea in the tea bowl, and sighed in a serious tone unique to the elderly: "The courage of an ordinary man cannot rule the country, nor can it save the country..."

"What you did..."

Yang Ge walked up slowly, dragging the knife: "You don't deserve to judge me!"

The old man raised his heavy eyelids and looked at him, then offered the final price: "Stop here, I recommend you to become the general soldier of a town within three years!"

"Ah!"

Yang Ge chuckled and swung the knife neatly.

The dead-eyed head flew up and fell accurately into the open fingers of his left hand.

Yang Ge picked up the head, turned around and left.

"father……"

Yang Ge had just stepped out of the door when he heard an angry shout.

He turned around and looked around, and saw a majestic middle-aged man in gold-red silk and satin, leading a large number of housekeepers and nurses rushing over from the left. The leader, the middle-aged man in rich clothes, was Looking at the man in his hand, the leader cried out in tears.

Just when Yang Ge was hesitating, the middle-aged man in fine clothes pointed at him angrily and roared: "Kill him for me, cut his body into thousands of pieces, chop him into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

When Yang Ge heard this, the hesitation in his heart disappeared instantly. He turned on his toes and rushed towards the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes.

The Wuyangyang housekeepers heard swords, guns and sticks rushing towards him in a swarm.

He saw Yang Ge rising into the sky, twisting and kicking his legs, and the shadows of his legs all over the sky fell into the dark and dense nursing home like hailstones.

The strong leg force falling on the human body is like being hit by a big round hammer.

In an instant, everyone was on their backs. The housekeepers and nurses who were so aggressive a second ago were instantly transformed into a mass of cripples holding their severed arms and legs, screaming and wailing.

After practicing martial arts and reaching the state of return to true nature, unless you are assisted by a giant of the same level, or you have to go out of your way to overwhelm the military formation, the human sea tactic is really useless. Even if you can't defeat it, it's not difficult to leave.

Back then, 30,000 elite Tatars and a large number of experts besieged Lushan, but they were unable to leave Lei Heng and Jiang Kui behind...

Yang Ge fell in front of a middle-aged man in Chinese attire. The fierce evil aura scared him so much that he took a few steps back. He fell to the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I am the Chief Secretary of Jiangsu and Zhejiang..."

"Pfft."

Yang Ge swung his knife expressionlessly, and another dead human head flew into the palm of his left hand. The two men crowded together face to face and were reunited.

He held two bloody heads in one hand and a long knife dripping with blood in the other, and looked around.

The caretakers and nurses around him who had lost their limbs immediately crawled away from him on their hands and knees.

"Why……"

He let out a silent sigh, turned around and rushed out quickly, one step at a time.

…

Yang Tiansheng woke up faintly and saw the familiar beams where he landed.

He stared blankly at the beams for several seconds, then suddenly reacted and stood up with a sudden jerk. Just as he was about to speak out, he saw Yang Ge, who had changed into white clothes, sitting at the dining table on one side. He was eating with his rice bowl.

He took a closer look and saw, good fellow, those clothes were still his!

"woke up?"

Yang Ge glanced at it and tapped the rice bowl with chopsticks: "Come and eat... Tsk, your cook is pretty good at it!"

He looked him up and down in surprise: "You didn't go to Shanshui Garden?"

Yang Ge, who had just taken a big mouthful of food, nodded "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Yang Tiansheng breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and sat down at the dining table. He picked up his rice bowl and said with a cheerful smile: "That's right. It's such a great fun. If you don't play with me, I will have to break up with you!"

This guy was actually still thinking about joining in the fun, and didn't even mention that Yang Ge knocked him out with a knife on the street.

Yang Ge: "Ah, yes, yes..."

As a result, as soon as Yang Tiansheng took a mouthful of food, Wei Xin's respectful voice sounded outside the door: "Second Master, the heads of the dog official and his son have been prepared."

The two pairs of chopsticks that reached into the same plate paused.

Yang Ge looked at Yang Tiansheng with a big head.

Yang Tiansheng looked at Yang Ge blankly.

Yang Ge, with quick eyes and quick hands, jumped up to protect his job.

"puff……"

Yang Tiansheng's mouthful of food sprayed out like a fountain on the spot where Yang Ge was sitting. He slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Ge with a look of disbelief on his face: "Have you finished all your work?"

Yang Ge glanced at him, picked up the rice bowl in his hand, raised his head, and scooped all the food at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth with a few chopsticks.

Yang Tiansheng broke through the defense, dropped his chopsticks and jumped up, threw himself in front of Yang Ge and grabbed his neck with both hands, shaking him with all his strength and fury: "Yang Laoer, you really deserve to die!"

Yang Ge stretched his neck, flushed and swallowed the food in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Water, water, water..."

Yang Tiansheng: "Choke to death you bastard, ah... Yang Laoer, you really deserve to die!"

Outside the door, Wei Xin, who was bowing and bowing, listened to the sound of ping-pong-pong in the room and smiled knowingly.

These are really half-brothers whose blood is thicker than water!

It just so happens that my incense owner is short of brains, but my second master is smart and clever.

In the future, anyone who wants to plot against his own incense owner must first consider whether his neck can bear the second master's knife!

He retreated quietly, fearing that the city gate would catch fire and harm the fish in the pond.

…

"Snapped."

The tea bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"What did you say?"

Lan Guang, the middle-aged chief envoy of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, lost his voice and said, "Who do you think killed Mr. Geng and his son?"

The black-clothed policeman who was bowing his head in the hall replied: "My lord, according to the verification of Beizhi and others, the weapon used by the strong man who broke into Shanshui Garden is very similar to the extremely famous Leng Yue sword in the world. In addition, in recent days, There is also news that Mr. Yang... Mr. Yang Erlang, aliased as "Jiaqian Jushi" Ding Xiu, appeared in Huai'an and killed Xiang Feilong, a famous martial artist who was fighting with Lianhuanwu, with one blow. His humble position had reason to suspect that the person who killed Mr. Geng was Mr. Yang!"

Lan Guang angrily slapped the table and stood up: "Why did you report such a big thing just now?"

The black-clothed catcher replied bravely: "I only heard about Mr. Yang's appearance in Huai'an before, but I didn't know that Mr. Yang had arrived in Hangzhou..."

"Eighteen generations older than your ancestors!"

Lan Guang was helpless and furious, grabbing the inkstone on the desk and smashing it down: "Get out, get out!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The black-clothed catcher walked backwards and exited the public house obediently.

But as soon as he was out of Lan Guang's sight, he straightened up and glanced at the public servant with a look of disdain on his face. Finally, he dusted off the ink stains on his body with disdain, and left slowly, humming a little tune with his hands behind his back. Go: "We people are so, so happy..."

Mr. Yang is back, I want to see how proud you can be!

In the palace, Lan Guang sat back on the Grand Master's chair, stroking the cold sweat on his forehead and muttering to himself: "It's a disaster, it's a disaster..."

I think back then, when Yang Erlang first took on the title of Imperial Envoy, he didn't take Yang Erlang seriously at all.

Even though you, the Imperial Envoy, hold a high position of power, can you still touch the Chief Minister of my province?

Have you asked the Gong Gong princes in the court?

Even when Yang Erlang later arrested corrupt officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he still didn't take Yang Erlang seriously.

As an imperial minister, Yang Erlang has been stationed in Hangzhou for so long. It is evident that he has never gone to Hangzhou to see Yang Erlang once...

Until, Yang Erlang was in the law enforcement field in Yangzhou and supervised the execution of hundreds of officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

He finally started to be afraid!

So many officials were killed. If Yang Erlang did not dare to touch him, the chief envoy of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he himself did not believe it!

Now that Yang Erlang has lost his official status, he has acted more and more unscrupulously and openly. Even Geng Jingzhong, the leader of the Zhejiang Party and a first-class official, cut off the heads of their father and son as if they were dogs...

Killing him, a second-grade political envoy, is not the same as killing a chicken?

"No, no, I have to find a way, I have to save myself..."

He covered his forehead with both hands and said to himself in a cold sweat: "Go to Prince Ning for help? No, no, Prince Ning can't hold the killer!"

"Back to Beijing?"

"Yes, yes, return to Beijing to report on your work, return to Beijing to report on your work!"

"Forget it, this chief envoy will no longer be..."

"It's better than losing your life!"

Lan Guang, who seemed to be grasping the last straw, stood up and shouted as if he was possessed by a demon: "Someone is coming, someone is coming!"

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