Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

In the early autumn, the scorching summer sun didn't seem to subside, but Jinyang of the Northern Han Dynasty was located to the north of the Yellow River. At this time, you can already feel the coolness of autumn from the wind. Reading on mobile phone Reading on mobile phone On Huanghua Street in Jinyang’s inner city, Yang Yezheng, wearing a thin linen cloth and a headpiece, 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 what 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 dislike money, he just doesn't like publicity. In fact, his family is very solid, and he feels that the things he really get are reliable. Only by possessing real things can he maintain his manhood.

There were only two entourages with no hats and hair buns around, 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 small flowers on the yellow locust tree, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, and Yang Ye's mood became relaxed.

At this moment, 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 woman 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, forcing Liang to become a prostitute?" An entourage behind Yang Ye cursed.

Yang Ye didn't say a word, just like his style, 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: "Government Li, please be kind! You sell me to the bitter cold people, 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 lecherous, so he did not rush for a while.

On the contrary, the onlookers around couldn't hold back their breath. Seeing that such a beautiful lady was about to be forced into prostitution, some people 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 was also the question in Yang Ye's heart, so he felt that this matter was strange.

The man holding Xiao Niang finally didn't dare to offend the anger of the people, and let the Xiao Niang go. The Xiao Niang 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?"

No one refuted such an obvious reason.

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 remained. 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 held Xiao Niang and continued to walk 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 Xiao Niang frowned.

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

The man in charge of Li said: "Twenty points."

The man in Jinpao said, "I bought it."

Although the people looked at the man in the brocade robe and his posture 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 Jinpao stretched his hand into the purse and touched the gold, but Guan Shi said, "This man, you can buy it, two hundred coins!"

The man in Jinpao was furious and stared, "What do you mean? You are not from Jinyang. I advise you to leave some room for work."

Guan Shi said, "People from Jinyang government, we have never had a drink together. Of course we didn't deliberately bully others, but when this lady pledged to us, it was two hundred guan!"

The man in Jinpao said, "Since it has reached two hundred Guans, you sell twenty Guans?"

Guan Shi said coldly: "Because she can't be worth two hundred guanshi." After talking, he violently fluttered 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 Jinpao was also taken aback.

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

The man in Jinpao pondered for a moment, desperately trying to leave quietly. 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 Jinpao 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 and 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 out: "I have no kindness, but I can do a good thing with two hundred pens. 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 as a person. Slave, you are the one who bought it. The slave house is just one of your things..."

This sentence seemed to be for Yang Ye, at least he was 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 back and whispered: "You take my mount and ask that person if he wants to change it."

The follower was overjoyed, and he probably wanted to help the poor young 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 glared at it, then grabbed the horse's mouth and squeezed it open, and said with a serious face, "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 exposed his joy.

The entourage handed over the rein: "We don't like the long-winded, then the deal."

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

Seeing this, the surrounding people cheered loudly: "Okay! Good!" "Hexi, the strong man embraced the beauty!"

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 of them 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 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.

The follower said: "I didn't dare to accept the gift just now because the benefactor was not me, but my lord."

After hearing this, the little lady looked grateful and wanted to dismount 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. After UU reads www.uukanshu.com, the slave family will repay with all their hearts." The little lady said.

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

The little lady was riding on a horse and being led slowly. 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.

"Huh." 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. I couldn't bear to have two hundred shots. Haha, it's our lord, this is a character!"

The little lady said shyly: "The slave's name is Hongying." ()