Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

　　 In the early autumn season, the scorching summer sun seems not to subside, but Jinyang in the Northern Han Dynasty is located to the north of the Yellow River. At this time, you can already feel the coolness of autumn from the wind. On Huanghua Street in Jinyang’s inner city, Yang Yezheng, wearing a thin linen cloth and a moat, is slowly riding a horse. He is a burly young man.

　　 Yang Ye is not an easy person at first sight, not only because of his tall stature, but the look on his broad face and the gaze of his eyes are not something an honest man can possess. However, his style is not ostentatious, the clothes he wears are old and a little wrinkled; there is nothing of value all over his body.

　　 But he doesn't like money, but he doesn't like publicity. In fact, his family has a solid foundation, and he feels that the things he really get are reliable. Only by having real things can he maintain his manhood.

　　 There were only two entourages with no hats and hair buns beside him, following him slowly. Yang Ye is usually not a vicious, domineering person, he is very pragmatic. At the entrance of the street in front, a very old yellow locust tree appeared in sight, Yang Ye had been familiar with it for a long time. In fact, this street became "Yellow Flower Street" because the yellow locust tree had yellow flowers.

　　 What a quiet and leisurely afternoon, the breeze brought the fragrance of the small flowers on the yellow locust tree, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and Yang Ye's mood became relaxed.

　　 Just then, I saw a carriage stopped at a gate under the yellow blossom tree, a man and a woman got off the carriage, and then pulled a lady out of the carriage. The lady was not being escorted away, she was almost lifted up and walked towards the door. The little lady seemed reluctant and struggling. She opened the mouth and said: "Manager Li, please forgive me, I won't go to that kind of place, please..." The accent had the soft tone of Wu Nong from the south of the Yangtze River, and the voice sounded particularly pitiful.

As soon as she opened her mouth, people who passed by were immediately attracted to watch. The world likes to watch the strange... Obviously it is very strange, because the door is a kiln door, and then the woman looks very beautiful and is not a local accent , Everything is a little different from usual.

　　 "Mother|It! In broad daylight, will you be forced to become a prostitute?" An entourage behind Yang Ye cursed.

　　 Yang Ye didn't say a word, just as he always did, he didn't want to cause trouble casually. But he did become curious, so he drove a few steps and stopped to watch.

　　 The little lady begged: "Guan Shi, you be kind! You sell me to a bitter cold family, I really don't want to be a prostitute, please, be kind!"

　　Yang Yeguanzhi, this young lady is really beautiful, but unlike ordinary women in Hedong, there are also beautiful women in Hedong, but she eats millet and is heavy in wind and sand, and her skin cannot be so watery. The young lady has a charming face on her beautiful face, with delicate skin and tender flesh, slender figure, and a gentle gesture like a cloud of Jiangnan.

　　 Yang Ye's **** Fang Gang's age, of course, also likes beautiful women, but he is a serious person, not lustful, so he didn't rush for a while.

　　 But the passers-by who were onlookers couldn't hold back their breath. Seeing that such a beautiful lady was to be forced into a prostitute, someone could not help it. Someone yelled in the crowd: "What do you mean, is there a king's law, and dare to be so blatant to force a good for a prostitute?"

　　 This is also Yang Ye's question, which is why he thinks this matter is strange.

　　 The man holding the little girl finally didn't dare to offend the anger, and let the little girl go. The little girl staggered and fell down, busy supporting the woman on the other side. The man turned around and clasped his fists to the crowd and said: "Someone owes us money. Real money is given to him and written in black and white. Isn't it just natural to repay the debt?"

　　 Such an obvious reason, no one refuted it.

The man said again: "But he can't pay back the money, so he can use the things at home to pay off the debt; this girl is the concubine he bought, is it his property? Now she is used to pay off the debt, let's sell her To make up for the loss, does it violate the king's law?"

　　 Everyone was speechless, but their anger was still there. After all, truth is one thing, and it’s another thing to do it so ugly, it’s a bit too extreme. Yang Ye feels this way too, so he still finds it unusual.

　　 So the man took the little girl and continued walking forward. At this moment, a man in Jinpao strode up and blocked their way. The man in Jinpao flicked the paper fan in his hand, stood there with his sleeves and head upright, looking up at the sky very proudly.

　　 "What do you mean?" The man holding the little girl frowned.

　　 The man in the brothel said: "Prostitute|How much money does the court charge?"

　　 The man who called Li Guanshi said: "Twenty points."

　　 The man in a brocade robe said, "I bought it."

　　 Although the people looked at the man in the brocade robe and his attitude was not pleasing to their eyes, after all, it was better for the little lady to sell him than to pick up guests at the kiln, so they didn't say anything.

　　The man in the brocade robe reached into the purse and touched the gold, but Guan Shi Li said, "This man, you can buy it, two hundred guanxi!"

　　The man in the Jin-robed robe was furious and stared at him: "What do you mean? You are not from Jinyang in your accent. I advise you to leave some leeway."

　　 Manager Li said: "People from Jinyang government, we have never had a drink together. Of course we didn't deliberately bully others, but when this girl pledged to us, it was worth two hundred!"

　　The man in a brocade robe said: "Since it's two hundred Guans, you sell twenty Guans?"

　　 Guan Shi said coldly: "Because she can't be worth two hundred." After that, she rudely lifted the little girl's skirt, and saw that the feet were strange, they were a pair of wood. Everyone craned their necks to look, and they talked: "The feet are fake." "This woman has no feet and is disabled."

　　 The man in brocade was also taken aback.

　　 "So if it is 20 pens, it must be sold in the kiln." Guan Shi said, "If this man can pay two hundred pens to pay off the debt, my brother will be happy to offer it!"

　　The man in the brocade robe pondered for a moment, and dingy and quietly wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the little lady knelt down on the ground, crawling over to embrace the man's ankle, pear blossoms with rain, tears streaming down her face: "My son! My son! You buy me... Great grace, the slave family is a cow. I will thank you for being a horse!"

　　 The man in the brocade robe shook his head and whispered: "Two hundred guan, really...not a decimal."

　　 The little lady said: "The son is also from a wealthy family. There is definitely no shortage of two hundred guanxi. You should treat it as a good deed..."

When Yang Ye saw the trick here, he felt that things were probably reasonable, and he was no longer curious...The person named Guan Shi Li couldn't collect his debts and felt that he was in a loss, so he felt resentful. He had to sell his concubine into a brothel, too. It’s understandable; after all, there are too few people in this world who have to do things too ugly for no reason.

　　At this time, the man in Jinpao already wanted to get away: "I have no kind heart, but I can do a good thing with two hundred points. I really can't afford it."

The little lady hugged him tightly, just like catching a life-saver, begging: "I must make myself worthy of two hundred games! I can play piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, and wait for people... You treat me like a Slave, you are the one who bought it. The slave house is just one of your things..."

　　 This sentence seems to be for Yang Ye, at least he is already a little tempted. On the one hand, although this young lady is a bit expensive, she is still a disabled person, but she doesn’t want anything for her own. Just eating some food is not a drag; on the other hand, a beautiful and poor woman, Yang Ye feels like a big man. Such a person should be protected. A man's spirit and compassion affect him.

　　 After a while, Yang Ye turned around and whispered, "You take my mount and ask the person if you want to change it."

　　 The follower was overjoyed, I guess I wanted to help the poor little lady a long time ago. After Yang Ye got off the horse, he led the horse and walked over to the few people. The entourage asked, "This Xiongtai, look at this horse, is it worth two hundred?"

　　 The man stared at it, then grabbed the horse's mouth and pinched a glance, and said seriously, "You mean, use this horse for someone?"

　　 "That's what it means." The entourage said calmly.

　　 "Success." Although Guanshi Li pretended to be expressionless, the red light on his face had already exposed his joy.

　　The follower handed the rein over: "We don't like it, let's make a deal."

　　 The young lady turned around on the ground and cried: "Thank you for your kindness!"

　　 Seeing this, the surrounding people cheered loudly: "Good! Good!"

　　The entourage smiled and said, "I don't dare to accept this gift."

　　 At this time, another person led the horse and helped Xiao Niang up, and the two together lifted her up on the horse. The little lady was so frightened that she was pale, and she trembled: "The slave...The slave doesn't know how to ride a horse." The man next to her said: "The little lady can hold the saddle, step on the stirrup, and let's lead it."

　　 The two of them took the little lady on horseback and walked towards the street. Turning a corner, he saw another burly young man with a big face riding a horse. The little lady looked at him blankly.

　　 followed: "I didn't dare to be thanked just now because the benefactor was not me, but our lord."

　　 The little lady was so grateful that she wanted to get off her horse and salute. Yang Ye Busily came to stop her immediately: "Be careful, you can't ride a horse, so courtesy will be avoided."

　　 "My benefactor is the master of the slave family, and the slave family will definitely repay with all your heart in the future." The little lady said.

　　 "Huh." Yang Ye seemed to be indifferent, and said nothing but, "Let's go."

　　 The little lady rode on a horse ~www.readwn.com~ was led slowly, and after a while, she cautiously asked: "The slave family hasn't asked En Gong Gao for his name?"

　　Yang Yedao: "Liu Jiye."

　　 "Liu Jiye...you are Yang Wudi!" The little lady sighed in surprise.

　　 "Humph." Yang Ye only made another voice.

　　 The little lady said: "The slave family has long heard of Langjun's name, and he is a world-famous hero..."

　　Yang Yedao: "It's just a fake name."

　　The entourage smiled and said: "I remembered the guy in the brocade robe just now, and talked and sang for a long time, and couldn't bear to have two hundred shots. Haha, it's our lord, this is a character!"

　　 The little lady said shyly: "The slave is called Hongying."

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