Chapter 456: The Storm of Guangxiao Temple! (2)

When Liang Pengfei walked to the gate of Liang's mansion, nearly a hundred soldiers who were on standby outside the door in order to protect the safety of Liang Pengfei's family. Liang Pengfei jumped onto the horse, thought for a moment, and in a deep voice to the manager standing at the door: "Tell my father, let him, my mother and my three wives stay in the mansion, and don't go out. Liang Qi, let your people take good care of the mansion for me. If there is any mistake, don't come to see me."

"Young master, don't worry! We are here, don't worry about the safety of the Liang Mansion!" A slanderous man standing next to the manager straightened his strong figure, with a firm and cold face.

"Okay! Monk, scholar, go!" Liang Pengfei nodded and shouted loudly. The war horse on his body neighed, and his huge heavy hooves stomped on the road paved with bluestone, making a clang, and Mars were shining.

"Why is this kid always so impulsive when encountering problems? Damn it, I have the same virtue as me." Liang Daren, who had just arrived at the door and was about to ask his son to be careful, looked at the back of his son and his own soldiers who were fighting away, and could only roll his eyes speechlessly and shake him.

"Master, please don't worry. There are more than a hundred brothers, not to mention the Breaking Eight Banners who can't even pull the bow, even if they pull the current Super Biao Camp over, they will not hurt the young master at all." At this time, Liang Qi, who was standing next to him, coughed twice and came forward to say.

"I'm relieved, alas..." Liang Daren's eyes rolled, stroked the thick beard, patted the manager and ordered in a low voice. "Manager, inform the servants in the mansion to clean up. In two days, I'll accompany you and my wife to go to the south for vacation. The weather in Guangzhou is chilly, so how warm the south is."

"It's the master, the young one must get everything done." The confidant old housekeeper saw the eyes of Master Liang, and nodded in understanding and headed straight towards the backyard of the mansion.

After the old butler left, several of the gate guards led by Liang Qi also retreated aside, Liang Daguan walked up at the door, as if thinking about something. Liang Qi and others looked at the still strong and powerful old man in awe. As he was walking, he seemed to be counting the bricks on the ground, as if he was thinking about some difficult problems.

Liang Yuanxia, ​​who had been walking here for a long time, finally stopped. Looking at the pair of stone lions at the door and the plaque with two big characters written by Liang Mansion on the tall lintel, I couldn't help but feel a hint of emotion and nostalgia in my heart. I reached out and patted the thick door frame. "I don't know when I will come back here, the old house that I have lived in for a long time." The voice was so low that only he could hear it. Afterwards, when he raised his head, Liang Yuanxia's face returned to his former arrogance and said with his hands behind his back. Looking at the clouds that were rolling in the sky, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on the corner of his mouth. "My son said it well, Qinggou, it's better to be damn!"

Liang Qi and others heard what Liang Daguan Ren said, but they didn't even twitch their eyes. In their opinion, it was natural for Liang Daguan Ren said.

At this moment, in the Sleeping Buddha Pavilion in Guangxiao Temple, which is known as Feng Ban Hall, a handsome beauty with a slim body leaned against the Sleeping Buddha, which occupied most of the entire pavilion. Her sharp melon-shaped face, her eyebrows were like the new willows drawn by the green ink, her teeth were biting red lips, and her beautiful eyes were filled with panic, but more of them were determined. At this moment, she was holding a short blade in her hand, and her slender hands placed the cold short knife on the neck of her ice-skinned jade skin. The sword of the silver knife, the jade-like skin, the bright red lips, the cloud-like black hair, and the yellow long skirt covered by the sauce-red cloak, which set off a shocking beauty and charm.

And right in front of her, there was a little girl sobbing and sobbing, with panic and fear written on her face. "Don't be afraid of Hongxing, they won't hurt you." The girl holding a knife against her neck was still comforting her maid, as if she didn't take her danger seriously at all.

Their master and servant were facing more than twenty Eight Banners soldiers with swords on their waists, fleshy faces, greedy and lustful eyes. In front of these Eight Banners soldiers, there was a vulgar man wearing a second-rank military officer's uniform and plump body like a pig that could be slaughtered.

The winter in Guangdong is not as cold as the north, but it is also fierce, but this person still has a face full of oily sweat. He wiped the oily sweat from his forehead with a tent. The thin slits were covered with dirty and endless greed. He even acted seriously and advised again with painstaking words: "I said, this little lady, why are you so unconscious? I have already patted your chest with you. As long as you put down the knife, you will be the eleventh concubine of my official room. I will ensure that you are delicious and spicy. Wear silk and satin, and you will have whatever you want. Why are you so stupid?"

"The little woman does not have this blessing to live up to her. I hope she can let the little girl leave. If my teacher Yuan Mei hasn't seen me for a long time, I'm afraid she will be anxious." The pretty woman opened her red lips slightly, her voice was as sweet as the nightingale traveling through the forest. Her soft and soft accent not only did not make the second-rank official feel compassion, but also aroused his greed.

"What's this? My wife said, "Your blessing will be like this. Your master Yuan Mei... I heard that you are just a scholar. Do you think that if you lift your master out, I will retreat with you? Humph, I am a noble left governor of the Eight Banners of Guangzhou, a second-rank official in the court, and a red band of the royal family. Why? Are you afraid of losing after following me?" Under this Guangzhou general, a trace of lust flashed across the face of the Zuo Tong, who was in charge of the military and political affairs of the Eight Banners.

The dignified royal family member, the royal relative, and his identity, even the current Guangzhou General Fuchang is just the Manchurian White Banner. When he sees himself, even if his official position is higher than that of him, he still has to be polite.

Logically speaking, after he went to greet the Governor Changlin today, he should go straight back to his mansion, sit in the warm room, and have a close relationship with the concubines, but who would have thought that when he passed by Guangxiao Temple, he actually saw such a stunning beauty stepping down from the green sedan, carrying a maid and an old slave into Guangxiao Temple.

Seeing the delicate touch of this stunning beauty when she brushed her cheeks and hair when she got out of the sedan chair, it was equivalent to brushing it into Jueluo Ebuga's heart. So, she led her own soldiers to follow the beauty into Guangxiao Temple.

Then, teasing, being scolded, and beating the old servant, the lady and the maid were in a panic and got into the sleeping Buddha pavilion. Ebuga didn't care about the old slave who was lying on the ground and rushed to the sleeping Buddha pavilion with his own soldiers. Who knew that there was a gorgeous knife hidden in the little beauty's arms. Although the knife was not enough to be a threat in the eyes of Ebuga and his personal soldiers, when the knife was placed on the beauty's neck, the two sides finally fell into a stalemate. After this stalemate, it was a pistachio of incense.

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No matter how Ebuga said intimidation or was kind to each other, the little girl was unmoved at all. The knife on her throat was not half an inch away. In the previous kung fu, two personal soldiers wanted to go around at his hint, but just two steps, the little girl's knife actually pierced the skin on her neck. Ebuga quickly called the two personal soldiers back.

Now, the reason why Ebujia is still delaying time with this little beauty here is because the back window of this sleeping Buddhist pavilion has been gently sled by Ebujia's personal soldiers, and a head that is admired by Guigui is emerging from there.

When Liang Pengfei's fast horse stepped on the stone slab in front of Guangxiao Temple, the more than ten personal soldiers who were arranged by Ebuga at the gate of the temple to prevent him from being disturbed by others were talking nonsense there with big puffs.

When they suddenly saw a tall and majestic young man with a tall and majestic green silk robe suddenly appeared at the gate of Guangxiao Temple, they couldn't help but be stunned. "The Left Chief of the Eight Banners of Guangzhou is in the temple, and all the idle people are waiting to avoid it. Boy, go as far as you can." A personal soldier leader stood at the door, pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and shouted in a sinister manner.

"Is this Guangxiao Temple?" The young man seemed to have no interest in the personal soldiers, and his eyes stared at the plaque above the temple gate. The three big characters of Guangxiao Temple were painted bright gold. The young man was Liang Pengfei who came here to save people after hearing the news.

The voice was not high, but it exuded an indescribable pressure, and the arrogance and arrogance that was unintentionally exuded by his body, which made the kisses who were about to scold him stumble.

The recruit leader was feeling unhappy and heard a rumbling sound of fast hooves. Then, hundreds of knights running towards the street appeared at the front of the street. Soon, they rushed to Guangxiao Temple. Just a few steps away from the young man, the hundreds of cavalry were drinking like a man, and the war horses were parked behind the young man. The sweat from the head of the personal soldier suddenly came down. The knights in green clothes and short jackets were covered in feminine flesh and their expressions were extremely arrogant. Their glances made the recruit leader feel cold as if they were staring at them, just like the dangerous feeling of being stared at by a hundred evil tigers.

"Who are you waiting for? My master, Lord Ebuga, the left commander of the Eight Banners of Guangzhou, is burning incense and making wishes in the temple." The head of the personal soldier gritted his teeth and shouted loudly again.
Chapter completed!