The willows hang lightly on the river bank, and the gauze curtains rolled up in the restaurant's private room. The street scene below seemed crowded, and the high and low houses and restaurants were lined up in an orderly manner. The sign flags of each shop were waving in autumn. The man holding a cup was dressed in fox fur, looking absent-mindedly at the pedestrians passing by on the street. The singer playing song in the private room was then taken out and rewarded with a few copper coins.

The man holding the cup was about thirty years old, named Wanyan Ohu, who was the youngest son of Wanyan Aguda. He came to the Wu Dynasty at this time and originally had the idea of ​​achieving his goal by using some means at will, but he started to hit a wall around last night.

"... Hutulu, have the things been sent out?" He looked depressedly at a stone bridge covered by willow branches on the flowing river.

The Jurchens who had just sent off the singer, shook their heads, "Our people are back. No one has seen us except the inn, and the posts have been sent out."

"It seems that our news is behind... The emperor has been learning about the things from the Wu Dynasty... Haha..." Wanyan Ohu threw the wine glass down the restaurant, waved his hand, turned around and left the private room, and strode away.

The sun was falling, and the weather was not hot, and it was finally autumn. After all, the servant rushed to the carriage, and Wanyan Ohu ignored it and walked on the streets of the capital city of the Central Plains with several guards. The passing people saw him looking away like a tiger. Wanyan Ohu also took it for granted by the expressions shown by these people. After all, the Jurchen Kou City had not been many years.

He liked this feeling, as if he had returned to Shangjing.

The carriage slowly followed Wanyan Ohu, and the coachman carefully walked through the streets with people passing by, and it was inevitable that he would have some rubbing and touching them.

Wanyan Ou was walking in front and suddenly heard the horse neighing, knocking down a food stall next to the road. The soup was raised and the pots and bowls fell all over the floor. The vendors on the stall fell to the ground in fright, and the heads of the diners around him were also drowned. Several diners around were also frightened by the horse's heads that suddenly broke through. They jumped up from the stool and staggered backwards under the eaves.

"Hahaha"

Wanyan Ohu saw this scene and was originally a little angry, but now he laughed happily. The groom hurriedly jumped out of the car and pulled the horse's head that was eating food on the ground, and was about to leave. The vendor also reacted and rushed over and hugged the coachman's arm to prevent him from leaving.

"What are you doing?" the coachman shouted the Jurchens.

I couldn't understand it here, so the vendor held his hands and shouted, "You ruined my livelihood... Don't think of leaving like this."

Among the guards next to him, Hutulu, who had always been used to being powerful, pressed the hilt of the knife with one hand, squinted his eyes and stared at the reluctant vendor, walked over, grabbed the other party's collar and lifted it up.

"What are you...what are you going to do?"

As soon as he said panic, Hulutu raised his hand and fist. With a thump, blood and teeth flew into the sky. The vendor's figure fell back to the ground, and his head hit the torn bowl, and blood suddenly flowed out.

The people who saw this scene on the street finally realized, crowded the street and surrounded it and watched the man lying in a pool of blood.

"…this Jurchens...fuck it."

"The accounts of the past few years have not been settled yet... I dare to come to Bianliang..."

"Bow them to death"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and someone couldn't help but pick up the guys who were eating, waved a wooden stick and tried to knock it over. Wanyan Ohu looked at them coldly, and several guards around him immediately drew their swords and dispersed. The men who shouted were filled with shouts immediately closed their mouths and shrank back.

"…a group of soft lambs." Wanyan Ohu defined them and waved: "Let's go, I'm also lost the mood to watch the street scene of Wuchao."

It's about getting on the carriage.

As soon as I stepped forward, suddenly, a laughing figure squeezed through the crowd, followed by a group of people with blue scales and blue robes, all of whom came with their knives on their backs.

The little finger retracted from the mouth of the nose and bounced in the air.

The round body swayed over, looked at the street vendor with blood on his face, and smiled on his face, and he leaned back and forth: "Li Laosi, tell you not to pay the rent. Now, I'm fine, even the guys who are eating have smashed."

"...Tai Sui..." The man who was lying on the ground covered his head and half-opened his eyes and said intermittently: "It's really no money... I used to have... I had a deal today... I was disturbed... and I was distracted."

"Not paying the rent is a big deal... If no one protects you, you will have to go to jail." Gao Muen seemed quite happy and kicked the figure on the ground: "Hahaha... it's very dark... Don't cry and call your mother at that time, haha, it's going to be fun to think about you, you crying."

Next to the carriage, Wanyan Ohu, who was originally planning to leave, looked at the round body with interest, turned his head and lowered his voice to Hutulu: "Is this man's robe? Perhaps, we can open the dilemma from him."

He was talking when he suddenly felt someone approaching. As his vision deviated, a round face with a smile came over, "You are the one who makes trouble... You dare to hinder my yamen from collecting rent. Do you know that my father is Gao Qiu!! Do you know that my boss is the admiral of the Dongchang? Do you dare to make trouble on my head? Do you think Wu Chao is your vegetable garden?"

Gao Muen suddenly changed his face and became arrogant. The Dongchang man who brought him, drew his sword at the slightest head, surrounded several Jurchens, including the carriage. Wanyanwo was stunned for a moment, and calmed down and bowed to the official who didn't know his name: "I am an envoy of the Jin Kingdom, and I haven't asked for your name yet."

"Stop getting close." Gao Muen put his waist on his waist and pointed to the injured person on the ground. "I don't care about your true and fake girl. What should I say if I'm not doing this?"

Wanyan Ohu smiled and nodded, hooked his fingers to the back, and the servant took out a wooden box from the carriage and held it in his hand. He said, "How about the king paying the adults with some insignificant things? In the words of Zhongyuan, this is called not knowing each other without fighting."

"negligible?"

Gao Muen weighed the small wooden box in his hand, glanced suspiciously at Wanyan Ohu who was keeping a smile, and turned his head and his smiley face calmed down, "Are you insulting me?"

Wanyan Wu was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Then, the fat figure on the opposite side walked to the vendor with the wooden box, picked up a copper plate from the mess, and laughed at the vendor, "You are not honest. You have obviously earned the money but you still don't honestly confess. The copper plate will be accepted as rent."

"As for you Jurchens, come here! Take them all away." Gao Muen waved his hand, which made the people around him applaud and applaud. When he heard the praise, he even proudly held his chest up.

Wanyan Wohu frowned and said, "This sir... you accepted all the gifts... Why do you still want..."

Over there, Gao Muen threw away the wooden box in his hand and pulled out his nostrils: "...Yes, my yane accepted it, but what are you doing to me? It's mine now, and it has nothing to do with you, so I still want to take you back to Dongchang, hahahaha." Then, he laughed and leaned back and forth.

Wanyan Ohu's face turned pale and he was so angry that he couldn't speak. Obviously, he had never encountered such a scoundrel in this world.

"Hurry, don't stand there, hurry up and bring these troublemakers back to the Dongchang factory, and don't affect the neighbors' business." Gao Muen put away the wooden box and bowed to the onlookers: "This piece is covered by this yameni. As long as you pay the rent, come to me."

When the crowd around him saw him smiling, they all started to make a fuss.

“Absolute.”

"Huahua Tai Sui has also become Gao Qingtian!"

"How can Yanei deal with these Jurchens? Just kill them."

...

A rustling sound came, Wanyan Ohu had a blue face, turned around and got into the carriage, and several Jurchen guards turned around and left.

When Gao Muen saw someone leaving, he wanted to go up and stop him. After walking two steps, he was pulled over by a robe by a stubborn head behind him. The other party whispered: "Eunuch Gao is not allowed. They will meet the emperor the day after tomorrow, and the blame is not high enough to go to the imperial prison."

"is that so?"

Gao Muen flicked his booze and glared at the other party: "I naturally know that you don't need to teach me. You bring money with you, give Li Laosi a little, and ask him to get out and see the doctor quickly, so as not to bleed and die. I have one less person to collect rent..."

Soon, the streets were unobstructed and people scattered. Not far away, there was a pair of eyes watching at the entrance of the alley, and then turned around and left, with a hunched back. At some point in the afternoon, the old man walked into a mansion.

That was the home of his disciple Yue Fei.
Chapter completed!