Chapter 10 Fan Jian: What are you stopping?
Ye Zheng pulled the reins and drove his horse to the front of Ye Ling'er.
This leaves more space for...
From a distance, one could see a group of more than ten people, dressed in bright clothes and riding fast horses. Pedestrians on the road and vendors on both sides of the road were trying to avoid them.
Pedestrians may dodge carelessly and stumble, or vendors may close their shops late and horses may turn over and spill the food on the ground...
There was a flurry of excitement!
"Get out of the way!"
"Oh my god, it's coming again~"
"Uncle Su, Uncle Su, hurry up and don't pick up those red fruits of yours!"
"Uncle Su!"
"Oh!"
"... "
The one riding in the front had a wide field of vision and good riding skills. His horse was also well trained. He leaped up with his front hooves and flew over the old man. The following riders either flew away or gave way. Among the crowd of riders, the old man who was curled up on the ground was not injured.
Perhaps he was distracted and not paying attention, or his riding skills were poor or the horse was not well trained, a horse stepped heavily on the back of "Uncle Su".
The horse's hooves were unstable, and the young man in fancy clothes who was controlling the horse fell down.
Several riders at the rear immediately reined in their horses. Some raised their hooves high and stopped on the spot, while others were out of breath and failed to rein in their horses, causing the horses to crash into the ground and destroy many stalls on both sides.
"Hey, second brother, what are you doing?"
"Haha~ Angkor Wu, why are you so exhausted? Did you get drunk at the Drunken Immortal Residence yesterday..."
"Haha~"
There was a complaint from the back, and then these people turned their conversation to teasing "Angkor".
The group of people, apart from glancing at 'Uncle Su' at the beginning, didn't care whether he lived or died.
Many vendors who had taken shelter in time and moved to the stalls in front of the shops on both sides of the road, some of them glanced at Mr. Su with blood gushing out of his mouth, turned their eyes away, and sighed; some young people cursed inwardly, and were very angry.
A few dozen steps away, Ye Zheng's face was as gloomy as water. He dismounted from his horse, and a servant who had been accompanying him immediately came forward and took the reins from his hand.
"Zhuangzhuang..." Ye Ling'er noticed that her brother's expression was not right, and before she could call him, she got off the horse.
Halfway through the journey of dozens of steps, the pedestrians were already chatting and laughing as they prepared to ride away on horseback. Among them was a man Ye Zheng was "acquainted with", named Yang Li, who had been confined to his home by the Duke of Xiu for three days.
"Huh? Third Young Master?"
His voice still revealed a hearty laugh, but it was also trembling and slightly distorted.
The scene of that day lingered in his dreams for several days. He would always wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat as if he had survived a disaster.
Hearing the voice, Ye Zheng glanced at him indifferently.
"Third Young Master?"
"Is this the Third Master Ye who paralyzed Qin Hong with one palm strike?"
"The Third Young Master is very generous."
"Young Master, why don't you invite the Third Young Master to join us?"
"... "
Around Yang Li, people in brightly colored clothes were talking in a flurry, eager to try. His eyes were fixed on Ye Zheng, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Is that old man familiar with Ye Zheng?
The closer he got to 'Uncle Su', the slower Ye Zheng's steps became, as if he carried a thousand pounds of weight.
The old man spat out blood and tried hard to get up. Protecting him was a bamboo basket of red fruits.
Ye Zheng is mentally quite old, and his understanding of this era is definitely not as shallow as his appearance.
However, when this era showed its cruelty before his eyes, it brought him a shock in his heart...
"Sir..."
The old man looked up at him uncomfortably, mistakenly thinking that he was blocking his way. He opened his bloody mouth and forced a flattering smile, struggling to hold the basket and move to the side.
"No, you don't have to." Ye Zheng's voice was hoarse, perhaps he wanted to cover up his abnormality, he asked again, "Why don't you hide?"
After asking, he smiled bitterly inwardly.
What is the difference between this and what Chongba asked in the Golden Palace, "Why don't you report to the authorities?"
Such arrogant and stupid words of "care" from a high-class person actually came out of his mouth?
Blood flowed out of the corner of the old man's mouth again, and his voice was erratic, "Qin, Qin'er is seriously ill, sell, sell the red fruit, go to... Yong'an Hall to get medicine, get... Qin'er..." "Old man?" Ye Zheng's emotions that he tried hard to control finally failed, his eyes trembled, he slowly squatted down, his always steady hand, mechanically reached out, ignoring the blood, and pressed against the old man's neck, there was no pulse...
"Zhuangzhuang..." Ye Ling'er said worriedly when she saw her brother like this for the first time.
Ye Zheng slowly stood up, closed his eyes slightly, and sorted out his torrent of emotions.
After all, he is not a native of this cannibalistic era. He is aware of his current identity, a vested interest in feudal society, but... when it comes to human lives, how can he turn a blind eye?
"Hmm? Dead?"
Suddenly, a nonchalant voice approached.
Ye Zheng opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
Before he could ask, the man introduced himself, "Third Young Master, my father is the Marquis of Ningxiang, and my name is Yan'an."
"Greetings, Young Marquis Gu." Ye Zheng bowed, his tone indifferent and not very enthusiastic.
Gu Yanan was stunned for a moment, glanced at the blood on his fingers, smiled, then straightened his face again, turned around and shouted to the people who were approaching a step slower, "Brother Wu, you are in trouble."
Wu Xi's eyes fell on 'Old Man Su' lying on the ground, and he frowned in disdain. Without even turning his head, he said, "Send one hundred...two hundred taels to his house."
The moment he paused, he glanced at Ye Zheng, as if to say, 'This extra hundred taels is just a favor to you'.
"Yes." A sturdy man in shorts flashed out from behind, bowed and answered, then quickly glanced at Ye Zheng and praised, "Wu Erge is really kind."
Wu Xi waved his hand indifferently.
Gu Yanan nodded with satisfaction, retracted his gaze, looked at Ye Zheng again, clasped his fists and said, "Young Master highly praised the Third Young Master's bravery. I hate that we have never met. Today is a coincidence. Why don't we have a drink together?"
"How old is my brother? How dare you invite him to drink? I've been busy these days and I haven't dealt with you, right?" Ye Ling'er said angrily.
Drinking, my brother also drinks at home, but are these people just drinking? It is obvious that they intend to drag my brother into the water.
Gu Yanan's smile froze, his lips felt a little hot, "Second sister, look at what you said..."
"Don't call me second sister!" Ye Ling'er scolded.
Gu Yan'an looked embarrassed. If he wanted to retreat, he would be too embarrassed; if he didn't retreat, he couldn't beat Ye Ling'er.
"Forget it. I think the threshold of the Ye Mansion is high. The second lady and the third master look down on us. Let's go, Pingzhi."
Pingzhi is Gu Yan'an's courtesy name.
The one who called him was the grandson of Duke Shan.
Someone came to his rescue, and Gu Yan'an immediately bowed to Ye Zheng.
"Young Master Yang, Young Marquis Gu."
When this group of princes and nobles were leaving, Ye Zheng spoke.
Yang Li, who had been standing in the crowd, panicked when he heard the voice and wondered what he was calling him for.
Gu Yan'an didn't react as quickly as he did. He turned around and asked curiously, "Third Young Master?"
Ye Zheng looked at them, "I heard that you have gathered a group of young men and bachelors (hooligans) in Kyoto City, calling yourself 'knights-errant', leading horses and dogs in the courtyard, bullying men and women in the market, and being very powerful."
There was a moment of silence.
"Bullshit!"
"How did the Third Young Master slander us?"
"Okay, the Ye family has a great master, and even the dukes and princes dare to associate with him?"
"... "
Angry rebuttals were heard everywhere. Some of these sons of military honor racked their brains to choose words and sentences, not wanting to bring disgrace upon their family. Some of the less educated ones even uttered a few foul words, but when Ye Ling'er's gaze swept over them, they immediately shrank their heads and changed their positions.
At this moment, in a car not far away
"Zhuo Fu, should we go down and stop them?"
The middle-aged man who was speaking had a fair complexion and looked very scholarly, and the man opposite him…
Si Nanbo Fan Jian.
Slowly retracting his gaze, Fan Jian glanced at him without moving his hand to lift the curtain of the side pavilion. "What are you stopping me for? Don't disturb me, just keep watching."
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