Fu Shifeng

Chapter 187 Jinping Sword is Fast
"Hey Hey hey!"

Cheng Sanwu waved his hands repeatedly in front of Chang Qing, and he finally recovered from his uneasy thoughts.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so stunned?" Cheng Sanwu complained: "I still expect you to support me, but don't lose face in front of this beauty."

At this moment, Chang Qing was worried that Cheng Sanwu's Taotie identity would be leaked. He looked up and saw that the four people, Mrs. Dan, had different expressions. In addition to staring closely at Cheng Sanwu, they also gestured to each other with their eyes, as if they were transmitting secret messages in private.

"Oops, I'm sorry." Cheng Sanwu looked completely oblivious, covering up his embarrassment with a hearty laugh: "This Mr. Lu next to me, he... is commonly known as a boy, who has never eaten meat. Chu'er. The main reason I brought him here today is to invite a few beauties to give him some experience, so that he won't be fascinated by some female enchantress when he travels around the world in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Dan and the others' expressions became even weirder, and Changqing's scalp went numb. She grabbed Cheng Sanwu's arm and took him to the pavilion by the lake outside to talk alone.

"W-what are you talking about?" Changqing gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

"Where am I talking nonsense?" Cheng Sanwu said with an innocent face: "I am doing this for your own good. I think those four are really good-looking, with cheeks and breasts. There is also a Taoist nun among them. A perfect match for you. I think you don't like the ones that are too mature, so those two busty ones are mine."

When saying this, Cheng Sanwu also drew a curve with his hand on his chest without any scruples.

"Ah, my God..." Changqing covered her face with her hands, wanting to cry but without tears.He felt that the most terrifying thing about the so-called Great Vicious Taotie might not be its greed and cruelty, but the torture of the monk's peaceful state of mind.

"Just come and have fun!" Cheng Sanwu waved his hand and said: "This kind of place doesn't have so much details. Even the princes, nobles and literati come here just for prostitution. During those years when I worked for Lao Su in the Western Regions, , I often watch the scenes in brothels. Some guys act like dogs outside. Once they hug a girl, they are as greedy as wild dogs and want to immediately pounce on them and strip them naked. I see you frowning and staring all day long. It’s just that you’ve been holding it back, young people have a lot of firepower, how can they do it if they don’t let it out?”

Changqing was made dizzy by this conversation, which was like a mantra to subdue demons. He had to cheer up, forcefully bring the topic back, and whispered: "Those four women are not mortals, they are all flower spirits!"

"Ah? This..." Cheng Sanwu was startled at first, and then smiled: "Then don't you have a taste?"

"Didn't you notice that they were all staring at you?" Chang Qing hated the irony and did not dare to say more. She could only hint with her eyes: "Who knows what they saw?"

Cheng Sanwu touched his cheek and couldn't hide his joy: "Could it be that... they saw that I have sufficient capital and ability, so they wanted to follow me out of Guoseyuan?"

"When did this happen? Are you still bragging?" Changqing couldn't hold it back and punched the opponent a few times: "What if we cause trouble?"

"What's the trouble? If it doesn't work, just switch to another girl."

While Cheng Sanwu and Chang Qing were arguing outside, they heard four women in Xiangxuan also whispering in secret.

The plump and energetic Jie Yuniang asked in surprise: "Is that really His Majesty? They are exactly the same."

Mrs. Dan frowned slightly: "His Majesty's description back then was a bit more vicissitudes of life. If he had grown his beard longer, it might have been more like him."

Yu Ming, the most girlish among the four, held her delicate chin and thought: "His Majesty has been dead for nearly a hundred years, could this be his descendant?"

Mrs. Dan shook her head and said: "This Cheng Langjun is not a royal relative of the clan, but Zhaoyang Jun of the Gongchen Guards in the House of Internal Affairs. He should have recently taken over."

"His aura is very similar to Your Majesty's." Qiong Yingzi rubbed the wooden handle of the fly whisk: "But this person's physical strength is extremely strong, and his words and deeds are unbearable. He cannot be compared with Your Majesty."

Mrs. Dan sighed silently and turned back to look at Cheng Sanwu's back, as if she saw another person in him.

Fortunately, Cheng Sanwu and Chang Qing didn't quarrel for too long. After a while, they returned to Tingxiangxuan and said with a smile: "I'm just kidding you. I'm just a rough guy and don't understand the rules here."

Mrs. Dan stepped forward with a smile and helped Cheng Sanwu sit down: "Mr. Cheng is an open-minded person, but I am rigid. It is better for me to play a song first to please the ears and eyes."

Everyone sat down, Lady Dan hugged her pipa, spread her voice, and sang "Long Love".

The melody is melodious, the singing voice is touching, and the words are lingering. It seems like a woman who has been alone in her boudoir for a long time and misses her husband. Although it is not a pornographic song, it is still very ambiguous.

Cheng Sanwu leaned on the couch, patting his thighs with his palms according to the rhythm of the music. The plump and gorgeous Jie Yuniang beside him handed over the wine cup, and gently stroked his arms with her soft and beautiful body, which made Cheng Sanwu feel very happy. For benefit.

As for Chang Qing, the charming and pretty Yu Ming and the cold and dusty Qiong Yingzi sat on both sides, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. He only took a few sips of the tea and wine that the other party handed him, and he was lost in thought.

After finishing the song, Cheng Sanwu was in high spirits and applauded. Just as he was about to propose a toast, he heard an inappropriate noise coming from outside, and a man yelled and cursed:
"Mrs. Dan rarely receives guests on weekdays. Why did she suddenly leave the cabinet today? Could it be that she looks down on me? My grandfather was appointed Minister Youcheng and became the Duke of Guangping County! How dare you, a bunch of despicable warriors, stop me? Get out of the way!"

Although I didn't see him, I could tell from his tone that someone was causing trouble under the influence of drunkenness.

Cheng Sanwu and Chang Qing were guests in the pavilion, while Zhang Fan and other entourage were resting and waiting outside. Naturally, they were also responsible for stopping and disturbing the offending person.

No matter how you say it, Zhang Fan is also the embroidered messenger of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Although he is a bit pedantic on weekdays, he is also a stable person. He is responsible for stopping evil guests, but there is no need to worry about him going too far and killing people.

"Housekeeper Zhaoyang Jun is here as a guest, how can you and others offend you? Stop!"

"Whatever bullshit the Ministry of Internal Affairs is, just give it to me!"

However, after Zhang Fan stopped him, the other party still insisted on forcing his way in, and a group of followers took action. The two sides immediately started fighting. There was a lot of commotion, and there was even the sound of flower pots being smashed.

Mrs. Dan frowned slightly. She had always hated ordinary people who used alcohol to cause trouble. She often moved out of prominent families and high-ranking elders, as if this could make her look higher.

The hot-tempered Jie Yuniang snorted coldly: "It must be that guy Song Sheng again. He keeps asking to see Mrs. Dan all day long. When he drinks too much, he makes trouble and beats up people. Guoseyuan has not welcomed him for a long time. What happened today? here we go again?"

Mrs. Dan didn't have the slightest favorable impression of this person, and just bowed to Cheng Sanwu and apologized: "The evil guests came to the door and caused nuisance. It's because I didn't treat you well." "It has nothing to do with you, and if you let them continue to make trouble, neither do the people under me." You're a vulgar person." Cheng Sanwu didn't care and raised his head to drink.

Chang Qing secretly paid attention to Cheng Sanwu and found that he was calm and calm. Instead of his usual reckless behavior, he was sitting on the couch, embracing the beauty, and he had a vague imperial air that he had everything under control.

Now Changqing understood that the people making trouble outside might be unusual, but how could Cheng Sanwu leak the news that Zhao Teng was being taken to Chang'an?
When the fighting sound in the outer courtyard became more and more intense, a sonorous sword cry was suddenly heard. Changqing felt the sword on his waist tremble slightly, as if there was a response.

"How dare you, a rude person, allow your slaves to hurt others?"

A clear shout came, and it could still be clearly heard through several courtyard walls and straight into the Tingxiang Pavilion, which showed that the person who came had profound internal skills and extraordinary cultivation.

After the shouts, there was a series of crackles. Even if everyone in the hall could not see it in person, they could still imagine that the person who came had a sharp sword and cut off the weapons of Song Sheng's followers. Then he used his palms and feet to kill the opponent. It was knocked away, causing a series of wailing moans.

"It's not bad." Cheng Sanwu looked down at the wine cup and praised him. He didn't know whether he was praising his wine or his swordsmanship.

"You Yuan Feijun, why are you going against me for a bitch?!" Song Sheng almost screamed.

A loud slap was heard, and Yuan Feijun shouted coldly: "I slapped you on behalf of the Song family. A dandy like you is really damaging to the reputation of Duke Wen Zhen! If you still have any sense of shame, If you have a strong heart, you should go home and concentrate on your studies and gain fame, so that you can live up to your ancestors’ generation of virtuous ministers!”

"You, you..." Song Sheng seemed speechless and had to flee in a hurry with his entourage.

The conflict subsided, and when Mrs. Dan felt a little relieved, Yuan Feijun outside raised his voice: "I, Yuan Feijun of the Jinping faction, please pay homage to Lord Zhaoyang!"

Now everyone in the hall focused on Cheng Sanwu, hearing him smile and say: "I help you get rid of annoying flies, you should meet me, right?"

Mrs. Dan can be said to have read people's calculations. She vaguely guessed that the matter was not simple. She rolled her eyes and without asking any more questions, she motioned to the maidservant to invite people in.

Yuan Feijun is a handsome man. The arrow sleeves commonly worn by warriors are worn on his body, which makes him look somewhat graceful and noble. The belt around his waist and the scabbard are both inlaid with pearls and agate, which are expensive to make.

"I'm sorry." As soon as Yuan Feijun entered the door, he saw Cheng Sanwu hugging her, his arms around Madam Dan and Xie Yuniang, without caring about others, he buried his head in Madam Dan's long neck, sniffing the fragrance from her temples, The hot breath made Mrs. Dan's snowy skin glow with flying clouds.

"I just heard that you are a disciple of the Jinping Sect?" Cheng Sanwu asked, "Why are you here?"

Yuan Feijun crossed his hands and replied: "I'm ashamed. I came to the banquet with my friends. However, my drinking capacity is worrying, which would be inappropriate at the banquet, so I went out in the name of changing my clothes."

The so-called changing of clothes at the banquet means to point Gong to go to the toilet. Cheng Sanwu raised his finger and pointed: "You are keeping your friend at the banquet to stop the wine. It is not authentic."

Yuan Feijun had to apologize, Cheng Sanwu leaned back and asked, "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

"I dare not deceive Mr. Zhaoyang. Our Jinping sect has a bad reputation in the martial arts world. During the Shangyuan Festival a few days ago, we assisted the Dongdu Left-behind Mansion to restrain fellow Jianghu and traveling people to avoid chaos." Yuan Feijun bowed his head. , completely humble: "Unfortunately, a murder occurred on the Tianjin Bridge. Tourists were frightened and trampled on each other, resulting in many casualties and a riot. For this reason, our Jinping faction was deeply criticized by the adults who stayed behind, and it may be difficult to gain a foothold in the Eastern Capital in the future."

"Oh, I understand." Cheng Sanwu suddenly realized: "You want me to come forward and say a good word to your Jinping sect, hoping to preserve my current position. The leader of your Jinping sect seems to be named... He Xiaotong?"

"Exactly." Yuan Feijun quickly added: "If Lord Zhaoyang can say a few kind words, the Jinping sect will definitely give you a generous gift."

"Empty talk." Cheng Sanwu immediately put on airs and said arrogantly: "Your Jinping sect is just a martial arts sect. Although it has some reputation in the local area, you are empty-handed now. Why should I believe you?" you?"

Yuan Feijun seemed to have expected this, and slowly took out a brocade bag from his sleeve. It was filled with pearls, and the particles were plump and round.

"This is a meeting gift. All the expenses incurred by Lord Zhaoyang at Guoseyuan will be borne by our Jinping faction. When the matter is completed, [-]% of the monthly profits from a gambling house in Jishanfang in Luoyang City will be returned to us. It belongs to Lord Zhaoyang." Yuan Feijun handed over to Madam Dan at the same time: "In addition, the damage to the flowers and utensils caused by the fight just now will be compensated by the Jinping Sect."

Mrs. Dan heard that the other party was trying to please her, hoping to persuade Cheng Sanwu to agree, but her mind was elsewhere at the moment and she didn't speak for a while.

"You open a gambling house in Jishanfang?" Changqing said at this time: "That is a wealthy area separated from Ziwei City by Luoshui. It is also known as Wangzifang. The current saint's late residence is located in Jishanfang. .”

Yuan Feijun showed a meaningful smile: "So you can rest assured that this gambling house will not be inspected and there will be stable income every month."

Changqing remained silent. He finally understood that the Jinping sect had a deep connection with the rich and powerful in the Eastern Capital. They were able to open a gambling house in a place like Jishanfang, and the guests they entertained were either rich or noble.

"Thirty percent." Cheng Sanwu thought for a moment, raised his hand and stretched out three fingers: "Thirty percent profit from your gambling house."

Yuan Feijun's cheeks twitched: "Jun Zhaoyang, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult to handle. Our gambling shop's monthly profit must be shared with others. [-]% of the profit is the limit, and [-]% is a loss."

Cheng Sanwu immediately lost his temper and kicked the brocade bag on the table. The pearls in it were scattered all over the floor: "Do you think I can help you get things done by just asking? There is no need to help up and down. Are you ready? You Jinping faction caused the trouble and you still expect others to be polite to you? Do you know who was assassinated?"

"I heard he is an envoy from the Bohai Kingdom..."

"Is that a fucking envoy?" Cheng Sanwu started to curse: "That is the Bohai Kingdom's orthodoxy supported by the court! When the war in the northeast is over, we will have to rely on martial arts to win over the local people. If he dies , ruining the future of the imperial court, even your Jinping faction will not be able to bury him with you!"

Yuan Feijun bowed his head, not daring to take a breath.Cheng Sanwu still had more to say: "For such an important person, you just don't send guards to keep a close eye on him. Now that a major assassination case has occurred, it's all up to us, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to wipe his ass. I want you to get [-]% profit from your gambling house. How dare you bargain with me?" I think you really need a lesson!"

"I didn't think carefully..." Yuan Feijun cursed in his heart and said, "If that's the case, then it's a [-]% gain."

"That's pretty much it." Cheng Sanwu immediately beamed, looking like a money-grubbing villain. He asked him to sit down and said to the left and right: "Come on, come on, hurry up and pour wine for this great hero Yuan!"

(End of this chapter)