dandy city lord

Chapter 22 Raising the flag and poaching the wall!
Enjoying everyone's congratulatory speeches, Yang Hu stepped into the mansion with a sway, and walked towards the hall triumphantly.

As soon as he entered the door, he smiled and apologized to the ancestor: "Ancestor, I am late."

Ancestor Yang smiled and pointed to his side: "Sit, sit!"

Those who can sit at this table are the powerful city lords of the Yang family, the fourth sister of Yang Hu, who is sitting on the side serving the old ancestor.

Yang Hu rolled his eyes: "I said Yang Jing! When will women be allowed to sit on the main table of the Yang family? Go down!"

As soon as City Lord Yang said these words, the table immediately fell silent.

Several senior members of the Yang family put down their wine glasses and chopsticks, waiting to watch Yang Hu sing.

The current Yang Jing is no longer the yellow-haired girl she was back then!

Even with Yang Jing's disposition, when she heard Yang Hu's words, the chopsticks that had just picked up a piece of wild game paused for a moment.

A coldness flashed in her eyes, and Yang Jing gently put down her chopsticks: "Brother Thirteen, I'm afraid you have been away from the Yang family for too long. You have forgotten the rules."

Yang Hu sneered, and waved his hands: "The rules of the Yang family? The rules of the Yang family are not enough for a concubine woman to speak. Get out!"

Yang Jing's words made Yang Jing unable to come down!

The coldness on the girl's face became more and more serious. After several years, no one in the Yang family dared to talk to herself like this.

You are an exiled trash, but your courage is getting bigger and bigger.

The atmosphere on the table was getting more and more tense, Yang Hu didn't care about it, he just ate a meal with his chopsticks, squinting at Yang Jing with a cold face: "Don't wait for me to get angry and flip the table. Everyone is ugly."

The ancestor of the Yang family put down his chopsticks, and looked at Yang Hu lightly: "Thirteen, is this your attitude towards your own sister?"

Yang Hu waved his chopsticks carelessly: "Old Ancestor, if she wasn't my sister, I would have kicked the table and kicked her out. That's so much nonsense with her."

When he was speaking, Yang Hu was still staring at Yang Jing, and the viper-like gaze made the senior members of the Yang family next to him feel chills in their hearts.

How dare this guy?

Looking at the silent Yang Jing, Yang Hu laughed strangely: "Don't think that because your ancestors value you, you can be arrogant in front of me. Your few hundred households are still kneeling at the gate of the city, believe it or not Have someone cut them down immediately."

Yang Hu smirked and knocked on the table: "Come all the way from Yang's house to show me your prestige? I think Yang Jing is too frightened!"

Yang Jing, who had been provoked by Yang Hu for a long time, remained motionless, staring at Yang Hu with a flash of light in her big eyes: "Brother Thirteen, you didn't dare to talk to me like this before. In front of the old ancestor, don't you..."

Yang Hu's face turned cold, and with a wave of chopsticks in his hand, he picked up a dish and flew towards Yang Jing.

Yang Jing, Yang Jing, really quiet enough!

Letting a plate of soup splash on his body, he stood up and bowed to his ancestor: "Ancestor, I'm going to change my clothes."

Watching Yang Jing leave, Yang Hu put away the sneer, and put a piece of wild game on the old ancestor with a playful smile: "Come on. The old ancestor has a taste of this, this is the specialty of Linzhou city."

Everyone at the table looked at Yang Hu in a daze!

Is this person an idiot?Or is it really domineering to this point?
With Yang Jing's current status in the Yang family, not to mention being on the table, it is not a problem to mobilize the soldiers and horses of the Yang family's various cities.

Now she is the only one who can speak her mind in front of her ancestors.

Yang Hu, a well-known useless playboy, is even more extraordinary today!

Yang Hu took a sip from his wine glass in a big way, and looked up at his ancestor: "Ancestor, don't say I'm presumptuous. A woman is doing things behind my back. If I don't slap her twice, I'm giving you face. .”

He said and put the wine glass away: "Yang Baogui, she suggested that my father let me bring me to Lincheng to help me. I will kill the garbage one. The hundred households under her are arrogant and domineering. Don't put me, the city lord, on In my eyes, I'm still kneeling at the city gate."

Yang Hu suddenly laughed strangely: "Does she really think that the Yang family needs her?"

The few members of the Yang family sitting on the table looked at this funny-minded guy, and they all looked at themselves at ease, without expressing their opinions or making a sound.

Yang Weiye looked at Yang Hu who was chewing on the case, and suddenly chuckled: "Thirteen! You are wrong to blame your sister. I told your father to bring you Yang Baogui back then, maybe it was my fault. gone."

Yang Hu, who was busy eating and drinking, was taken aback, looked up at the old ancestor, and laughed loudly: "How could the old ancestor be wrong. That is you are testing me!"

Laughing loudly, Yang Hu said to the people on the table, "Eat quickly. Don't let me disturb everyone's interest."

Those who can sit at this table and that one are all a bit confident. On the surface, they look extremely calm, but in fact, no one is on fire in their hearts.

It's just that it's not easy to attack in front of the ancestors.

It's also Yang Hu, the good-for-nothing city lord who will find time to put his ancestors in front of him, so that they can't get angry.

A young general next to him finally couldn't help but said to Yang Hu: "If I knew it would disturb people's eating and drinking, you shouldn't sit down, Uncle Thirteen. Make Fourth Aunt angry."

Yang Hu squinted at the little guy, and put down his chopsticks: "Yang Ming, right! Do you think your fourth aunt has power at home? The people below are all going to fawn on her, just to see her face?"

Yang Ming looked at his good-for-nothing Thirteenth Uncle, and disgust flashed in his eyes: "There is nothing wrong with respecting the superior. Thirteenth Uncle, I'm afraid you have really left the Yang family for too long."

Yang Hu turned his head and poohed: "I'll pooh her superior."

Holding his chopsticks, he pointed to the ancestor who was sitting at the top: "Look, this is the superior person. If you can sit here, you have the qualification. Just ask the ancestor when he single-handedly conquered the world, when Where are you going to bully people?"

As soon as the chopsticks were turned, Yang Hu pointed at everyone present one by one: "The Yang family of Tiecheng flourished under the hands of our ancestors, but how many cities have been expanded under your hands? How many, have you learned how to flatter and bully others?"

Well!After scolding Yang Jing away, now the waste city lord is starting to attack them.

Yang Jun, who had a dark face and a beard beside him, couldn't listen to the trash's nonsense anymore. He slammed the wine glass in his hand, and shouted at Yang Hu: "Yang Hu, do you have any rules? In front of the old man The face of the ancestors is so presumptuous."

Yang Hu snorted coldly at him: "Fourth Uncle, don't use your ancestors to oppress me. Just ask your ancestors. Men in the Yang family in Tiecheng really don't have the custom to bow their heads to a woman. It's the old grandma When we were here, our ancestors didn’t have such rules.”

Wow!This trash who pulls the banner is getting more and more outrageous.

Staring at Yang Jun coldly, Yang Hu sneered: "It's virtue for grandma to be respected by others. Now it's good, she recruited a woman who is married to Yang's family. She has the face to sit on the table. Are you taking the Yang family as her husband? The rules have been forgotten."

Hearing that Yang Hu carried grandma out, Yang Jun and Yang Ming didn't dare to talk anymore. In fact, the ancestors of the Yang family did this.

And the most important thing is that the grandmother's favorite was Yang Hu.

Yang Hu saw that they were silent, and stared at them fiercely: "Didn't you just recruit a silver-level city lord? You don't want the face of the Yang family? When the fight starts that day, they will go home in a hurry, and you still want to go home?" Expecting others to work for you? What a bunch of fools."

The ancestor of the Yang family smiled and waved his hands to them: "Okay, okay. Eat quickly! The food is cold, why are you arguing over trivial matters!"

The calmness of the ancestors is something ordinary people can't pretend, especially those who have been trained to respect their superiors.

Don't say who is presumptuous or not, just being put on the banner by Yang Hu a few times, the average person may already be overjoyed!

Suppressing a few people, the ancestor looked at Yang Hu and laughed: "Thirteen! You! Your fourth sister has helped the family a lot in recent years. What you did just now was wrong, and you will help her later. Go with a gift."

Yang Hu stared: "I'm not going! I'm right."

Yang Weiye stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Hu, and scolded in a low voice, "Will you go or not?"

On the surface he scolded, but his eyes were full of smiles.

This kid has indeed grown up, and that dandyism just happened to be released to the fullest.

Yang Hu hurriedly stood up and poured him a glass of wine, slobbering with a smile: "Then what I want, did my ancestors give it to me?"

Yang Weiye couldn't help but shook his head with a smile: "You boy, why are you making such a big fuss because of this little thing?"

Yang Hu looked rascal: "That's not true. My city is poor and empty, and I still count on my ancestors to be kind!"

Yang Hu's nephew, Yang Ming, was also a smart man. After a few words, he finally found out that his ancestor's attitude towards this useless Uncle Thirteen was beyond everyone's expectations.

With a smile on his face, he raised his wine glass to meet Yang Hu: "Uncle Thirteen, what fun do you want from your ancestors, share it with my nephew?"

Yang Hu didn't necessarily want to pretend to be foreign in front of a little kid, he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Go ahead, little kid, children can't play with adults' things."

Yang Ming got up, raised his wine glass and turned to Yang Hu: "Uncle Thirteen, come on, what's the fun! I'll toast you."

Yang Hu straightened his waist pretendingly: "I really want to hear it?"

Now, it wasn't just Yang Ming, the interest of everyone at the table whetted his appetite, only the old ancestor was holding a wine glass, smiling without saying a word.

With a dry cough, Yang Hu turned his eyes and said, "Listen carefully. I asked my ancestors for a thousand swords, a shield with a thousand faces, a thousand sets of heavy armor and leather armor, five hundred ladders, and one food for a thousand people. Annual volume, fifty carts of sundries with various suffixes."

Suck!There was a sound of air-conditioning at the table!
Yang Ming stared at Yang Hu with wide eyes: "Uncle Thirteen, who are you going to fight with?"

Yang Hu gave a ghostly smile, and waved his hands: "Military secrets! What about you brat, do you have any ideas about coming to fight with me? Success and fame are within your reach!"

Facing this Thirteenth Uncle, who is famous for being a playboy, Yang Ming almost choked on the wine, and shook his head hastily: "Forget it! It's just your little Thirteenth Uncle. I'd better hang out with my dad."

(End of this chapter)