Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 461 Trembling
The horse blood on Tang Yidian's body, hair, and clothes, under the scorching sun, solidified into pieces of purple-black blood scabs, which looked a little hideous.

Twenty official slaves and Tuhu, armed with sickles, showed murderous intent in their docile eyes for a long time, and they could cut these five kneeling strong men to pieces only after Tang Yidian gave an order, even if the price afterward was to make them die I don't hesitate.

Reduced to the status of an official slave or a barbarian, living is just lingering, and his eyes have long been gray.

But the way Tang Yidian roared and charged with his sickle, let them know for the first time that there are still officials in the world who treat them as their own people.

Although Tang Yidian's behavior was an ineffective attack, he won the respect of the official slaves and Tuhu.

Originally, there were over a hundred perverts standing behind Tang Yidian, and Tang Yidian scolded them back.

"You don't need to harvest the wheat? If you miss the harvest, drink the wind!"

In the past, when Tang Yidian cursed so much, the perverts didn't have any emotions, they just numbly sped up a little.

This time, the attitude of the colored people was very different.

"Jiancheng said, work! Leave 20 people to follow Jiancheng, and the rest, go to the field!"

The diversion of personnel is rapid and natural.

The reason to keep people is naturally because Tang Yidian has no martial arts skills.

Fan Zheng turned back with the officials and householders at the end of the day, and looked at the group of perverted people behind Tang Yidian, with a rather ugly expression on his face.

"It's all gone! These things, once you perverts get mixed up, the taste will be wrong, don't you know?"

Surprisingly, it wasn't until Tang Yidian repeated it that the colorists didn't disperse to do their work.

Fan Zheng looked at Tang Yidian: "Unexpectedly, the supervisor who is usually submissive, dares to swing the sickle at the critical moment!"

"It's just that I overestimated my own ability. If you stop the horse physically, you can imagine that throwing a sickle out to hit people is better than this."

"A horse weighs one or two thousand catties, not to mention you, even the government soldiers dare not say that they will be able to stop it. It's almost there, and we have to eat."

Tang Yidian sneered: "At that time, the blood on the lower official's head was called 'tyrannical' in the Tanzhou dialect, and he couldn't care about anything."

Even so, it can be seen that Tang Yidian has blood in his bones.

Domineering generally refers to overbearing and domineering, but in Tanzhou dialect it means stubbornness.

Stubborn strength came up, and he didn't care about life and death for a while.

"Let us go!"

The burly man kneeling on the ground struggled to get up, but was hit by Tang Yidian's dung fork on the crook of his leg, causing him to kneel down again in pain.

"The upper official has a high position, so you don't have to worry about these dirty things, so as not to get your hands dirty. Come down."

Just showing a little heroism, Tang Yidian immediately switched to the flattering mode, vividly demonstrating the multi-faceted nature of people.

Fan Zheng didn't dislike Tang Yidian's blood scabs, and patted him on the shoulder: "The sky is falling, and the elders are supporting it. To put it bluntly, in terms of status and power, you still can't stand it."

Tang Yidian is not a man, there is a powerful eunuch Yeye.

Cao A concealed the five-color stick back then, if he hadn't supported him, his bones might have been turned into ashes.

Fan Zheng opened his hand and took the horizontal knife from Lei Qi, with a gentler smile on his face.

"Hehe, during the trip to Liaodong, the biggest regret was not being able to kill the enemy army. I never thought that I could make up for the regret in Chang'an City."

A strong man glared at him: "How dare you! My Aye is General Yunhui, Mo Wenwu!"

Fan Zheng looked slightly startled: "General Yunhui! What a great official title! Lei Qi, do you think we still have to kowtow respectfully and ask these second generation ancestors to spare us?"

Lei Qi said in a deep voice: "Who can say for sure? What if the imperial court wants to release them openly and not be held accountable? At that time, it will be the crime of Si Nong Temple, maybe they will really have to beg for mercy."

The horizontal knife flashed lightly, across the strong man's throat, a line of blood flashed, and the blood splashed, wetting the square inch in front of him.

After a few breaths, the strong man fell to the ground with a bang, his body twitched a few times, and finally kicked his legs.

"Ah, what you said made me so scared that I couldn't even hold the knife steadily, and accidentally killed a dog."

Fan Zheng's words were very irritating, but made the rest of the strong men shudder.

Tang Yidian clenched his fists tightly, determined to follow Shaoqing.

In the distance, while mowing wheat, secretly observing the officials and perverts at the scene, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The officials of Sinong Temple this time are tough.

Ming Tan had to admit that if he was on the stage, at most he would dare to beat up these strong men, and then escort them to Dali Temple for disposal.

Even if Dali Shaoqing Xin Mao will be upright, he can only sigh in the face of Ba Yi.

This is a privilege. The life of a pervert is not as valuable as that of a big animal. What else can you do besides being punished with a rod?

Don't be ashamed, avoid the serious and take the light, and even refer to the deer as a horse and the mouse as a duck, and say that the perverts ran into their horses, so what?
"Leave people under the knife!"

Shouts came from the Xuanwu Gate.

Fan Zheng seemed to be trembling, the horizontal knife shook, and another strong man fell to the ground.

Tremor is a term in Chinese medicine. It is estimated that many people are not familiar with it. Another term in Western medicine is: Parkinson's syndrome.

What the hell do you want to keep someone under the knife?
Do you consider yourself an emperor?

Even if the person who came out of the Xuanwu Gate was really the emperor, calling this person is not a middle official!

Xue Rengui, the Zhonglang of Wei Yi's mansion who is the leader on the right, holds a wooden spear, wears a white robe, and wears infantry armor, with a three-stone hard bow slung across his shoulder, and two Hulu armored arrows tied around his waist, guarding the emperor's side like a mountain.

The military arrows of the Tang Dynasty can be divided into armored arrows, raw 鈊 (xīn, metal name) arrows, and long pile arrows. The armored arrows have the strongest penetrating power.

Among the five-color robes in the army, Xue Rengui only likes white robes.

As everyone knows, white robes are the most difficult to wash and easy to stain.

There are four spears in the army, wooden spears are used in infantry battles, and lacquered spears are used by cavalry;
In the city of Chang'an, the left and right guards use Putou guns;
The Baiqi who had just been separated, that is, the Habayashi Army in the future, used Baigan guns.

Li Shimin was in front, and several courtiers followed closely behind him.

"Why do you still want to kill?"

A military general wearing silk armor roared.

Fan Zheng shook his hand, another strong man spurted blood from his neck and fell on the loess.

Li Shimin frowned: "Fan Qing, what's the reason?"

Even I have to call Fan Qing in a good voice, you dare to growl, his dog temper, it's strange not to kill him.

Fan Zheng replied with a half-smile: "Return to Your Majesty, there is an assailant in the director of the Jingyuan of Sinong Temple who intends to kill officials and rebel. The minister is in the middle of the trial when he suddenly hears a dog barking. In shock, the tremor recurs and the blade slips , oh well."

Li Shimin pulled his face forcefully, so he didn't laugh out loud.

The word "Oh Huo" is too spiritual.

Tremors are a disease that often occurs in the elderly, it would be strange for Fan Zheng to be able to tremble.

"It's wrong! Aye, help me, we only bumped into an official slave!"

The only two remaining strong men wailed loudly.

Fan Zheng patted the faces of the two of them with the flat of a knife, and pointed at Tang Yidian whose blood scabs had not fallen off: "I teach you to be good, and to grow eyes in your next life. The one you gallop your horses to kill is our Sinong Temple Jingyuan." Tang Yidian, the director, is a full-time official from the seventh rank."

The label of "killing officials" is tightly held.

As for the official slaves who were hit, they are of no value in front of the emperor, so let's not mention them.

(End of this chapter)