The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Chapter 87 Yang Yuhuan

Marco Polo was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head in embarrassment:

"Brother Jiang Ming, don't take offense, your Chang'an girls are too beautiful."

"That's natural, but you can't look at it like that. Your wolf-like eyes scare the girls."

Jiang Ming gave him a contemptuous look, and said to himself that if you saw such a beauty as Jia Luo, you wouldn't even be able to walk.

After asking the waiter, he learned that Di Renjie was in the Accord on the second floor, so the two of them went upstairs without saying a word.

"This is the room."

Jiang Ming looked up at the most luxurious bedroom in the music workshop.

This kind of Accord is a private place for famous Yi Ji to meet guests. As for the way of receiving guests, it depends on whether the Yi Ji is serious or not.

If it is not serious, the guests can only drink tea and talk heart-to-heart;

Pushing open the rich door, Jiang Ming first heard the melodious pipa sound, and then saw a deserted and beautiful face.

He was stunned.

The woman playing the piano in the Accord is the beautiful hero in the glory of the king——Yang Yuhuan!

Yang Yuhuan looked up at him, her work did not stop.

Gently pinching, slowly twisting, rubbing, and picking again, the ten pale fingers are like dancing elves.

As she fiddled with her fingers, a light green fluorescent light floated out of the pipa, and the fluorescent light floated into the soul, which seemed to have the magical effect of healing wounds.

Jiang Ming saw Di Renjie lying on the bed, with fluorescent light continuously entering his body, repairing his damaged soul.

Sure enough, it is a means to heal the soul, this should be Yang Yuhuan's ultimate move. . .Jiang Ming walked into the Accord lightly, and smiled at the beautiful woman to express his gratitude.

Yang Yuhuan nodded slightly, without any fluctuation on her indifferent face, then lowered her head and concentrated on healing Di Renjie.

Li Yuanfang looked over with big eyes that were sobbing into blisters, but Jiang Ming blocked his mouth when he was about to speak.

Jiang Ming made a quiet gesture and pulled Li Yuanfang outside the Accord.

Marco Polo, whose eyes were obsessed, was taken away together.

"Brother Jiang Ming, I made you laugh again." Marco Polo said ashamedly.

Jiang understood. He didn't speak, but looked at Li Yuanfang: "How is Master Di's injury?"

Li Yuanfang choked with sobs and said, "Sister Yang said that luckily it was delivered early, if it was a few hours later it would really be hopeless."

That is to say, there is some help. . .Jiang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

The stupid and cute little dwarf hugged Jiang Ming and began to cry: "Jiang Ming, you scared me to death. I thought Master Di would never wake up again."

Jiang Ming patted his big furry ears, and comforted him: "Don't cry, Miss Yang will definitely heal Master Di, she broke her eyes from crying, who will help Master Di solve the case?"

"Yeah." Li Yuanfang let go of his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I am the assistant of Chang'an Shenzhang, I can't cry, hundreds of thousands of people need me."

Jiang Ming smiled.

At this time, there was a noise on the first floor of the music workshop.

"Don't do it, my lord, the little girl only sells her art and not her body!"

"Help, help!"

A few men in black dressed as entourages rushed up to set up the stage and pulled hard at the dancer.

The red leaf girl's face paled, and the pear blossoms were crying with rain.

Under the stage, the fat and greasy man squinted his eyes, touched the mustache around his mouth with two fingers, and smiled lewdly.

A group of people around were pointing and pointing, filled with righteous indignation, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

The name of this rude man was Zhao Zhen, and the Zhao family was very powerful in the capital, so they couldn't afford to offend him.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, this girl never accompanies guests, how about I change it for you, and I promise to be more juicy than her."

Sang, the mother of Le Art Square, hurried over with a flattering smile on her face.

She couldn't afford to offend Zhao Zhen, but she couldn't just watch her Yi Ji be taken away.

"Get out, I want her." Zhao Zhen sternly shouted at Mama Sang, and couldn't wait to step onto the stage.

"Come with me, I will guarantee that you will be well-fed for the rest of your life." He raised Hongye's chin, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

If you like it, you like it, even though she has been a pure lie for half her life.

According to his past evil deeds, at most one year, he threw it away when he got tired of playing.

"No, my lord, the little girl already has a sweetheart." Hongye sobbed.

"Don't give me a face!"

Zhao Zhen's eyes widened, and he slapped loudly: "Stinky bitch, why are you pretending to be noble when you ride a thing that is ridden by thousands of people? If you don't let me serve you comfortably today, I will demolish this music workshop! "

After speaking, he ordered several followers to take her back to the mansion.

Hongye covered her face and struggled, she looked to her mother Sang for help, but saw the latter bowed her head silently.

Zhao Zhen could really demolish the Leyifang, Mama Sang didn't dare to offend him.

Hongye was desperate.

Bullying weak women is detestable and shameful. . .Jiang Ming frowned, the justice in his heart made him unable to sit idly by.

He was about to make a move when he suddenly heard a bang beside him.

Marco Polo kicked the ground suddenly, spinning like a top and landing on the platform.

Bang bang bang!
Several followers flew out backwards.

Marco Polo withdrew his long legs, straightened his back and posed handsomely: "Beautiful girl, are you okay?"

"Thank you Hongye for saving my life, my lord." Hongye's moist eyes suddenly glowed, and she hid behind him as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Where did you come from, brat, are you looking for death?"

Zhao Zhen's eyes were filled with anger, and he said to his followers: "You trash, hurry up and fuck him!"

Several followers hurriedly climbed up from the ground, surrounded and attacked Marco Polo, with fists and feet making a whistling sound in the air.

They are all bronze-level fighters, their strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, and they are used to being domineering under Zhao Zhenwei.

Marco Polo didn't draw out his gun, he clenched his fists and shot out phantoms.

Boom boom boom!
The chests of several people were sunken impressively. One second they were fierce and fierce, and the next second they fell to the ground and moaned.

"It's a warrior!"

The eyes of the surrounding audience brightened, they couldn't understand Zhao Zhen's actions, and they wished for a high-quality warrior to teach him a lesson.

Miss Hongye raised her head, and the tall figure in front of her gave her a sense of security.

Several of his subordinates were overthrown, but Zhao Zhen didn't show any signs of panic.

His eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "Those who dare to beat me, do you know who my father is?"

"I can call anyone." Marco Polo raised his eyebrows.

"well said!"

Someone yelled.

"Ha ha."

Zhao Zhen sneered, and said: "My father is a member of the fifth rank of the imperial court, try beating me."

As soon as these words came out, Marco Polo's face froze instantly.

The son of a fifth-rank minister, he really can't beat him.

A Westerner who went to Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty to beat the family of a fifth-rank official would be criticized no matter how good the reason was.

At that time, Wu Zetian would either punish him or drive him out of Chang'an.

His mission has not been completed, and he cannot leave Chang'an.

"So what about the fifth grade, the hero beat him!"

"The one who hit him took advantage of his family's power and power to bully men and women everywhere. I have long since disliked him!"

The voices were boiling, and everyone was expecting Marco Polo to beat up Zhao Zhen.

However, Marco Polo remained motionless with an ugly expression on his face.

Everyone realized that something was wrong, and their shouts gradually faded away.

The air suddenly became quiet.

"I thought you were kind, come and hit me, I'll stand still and let you hit me."

"If you don't dare, get out of here!"

With a proud expression, Zhao Zhen pushed away the stiff Marco Polo and approached Miss Hongye with a grin.

"In the capital, my Zhao family is the sky, and no one can go against the sky."

"Little lady, no one can save you, so just accept your fate obediently."

Hongye shrank back, her eyes frightened.

"Help, someone help me..."

(End of this chapter)