Datang broom star

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Someone exclaimed, "Tiger of a hundred riders!"

Jia Pingan nodded slightly, turned and left.

Behind him, Li Jingye followed closely, while Bao Dong and Lei Hong had already left from the side.

Then there was chaos.

The Fang Zu came and heard that it was Jia Ping'an who did it, so he immediately sent people to report to the officials, as they were not qualified to take care of it.

It was only after the bustard had finished singing the poem that she realized the tragic situation at the scene.

Yang Wanbei opened his mouth to curse, but it was in Korean. Someone said, "It's Korean!"

Immediately the scene became lively.

"Earlier when they besieged and beat up our people, Jia Canjun drew his sword to help when he saw the injustice. He beheaded three people, and the young man who accompanied him killed one person, everyone."

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a literati got up, ignored the corpses and blood, raised his glass and said, "The Koreans are domineering, Jia Canjun killed them, is there something wrong?"

"No mistake!"

Someone said: "But why are they all owl heads?"

The literati said: "The old man didn't know the identity of this person before, and there was something about Jingguan in his poems. Now that I think about it, he was showing off the fact that he beheaded the former Sui soldiers and built it for Jingguan. Jia joined the army."

He raises his glass, everyone raises his glass.

"Good kill!"

Everyone drank it.

Someone shouted: "Who wrote that poem? Heroic, sing it again, yes, I have plenty of money, and I will continue tomorrow."

The old bustard was still at a loss, until a fellow told her about it, and she even started crying.

"Why are you crying?"

The literati came over and said angrily: "That's Jia Canjun's poem, so heroic, you are the only one who can sing it well, and sing it quickly. Tomorrow, the old man will come with friends. If you can't sing well, the old man will smash it." This brothel."

The old bustard raised her head, "It turned out to be Jia Canjun. I cried because I missed Jia Canjun. If Jia Canjun knew his identity earlier, I would be me."

Seeing her teardrops on her eyelashes, the literati looked childish, so he smiled and said, "What do you want?"

The old bustard said: "I want to get him drunk!"

"Hahahaha!"

The literati turned around, the bustard calmed down and began to sing.

Everyone tapped the dishes with chopsticks and sang together.

"To kill a person in ten steps, you will not stay behind for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide your body and name deeply"

Boiling.

At the gate of Pingkangfang, a few soldiers smiled wryly and said: "Jia Canjun, four Koreans died over there, why don't you wait for the officials to come before leaving?"

Jia Pingan smiled, "Alright."

He didn't like to embarrass these people, so he dissuaded the angry Bao Dong two.

Later, Fangzheng came in a hurry. After seeing Jia Ping'an, he saluted first, and then ordered: "Open the gate of the workshop!"

One of the soldiers said in embarrassment: "Fangzheng, Jia Canjun just killed four people."

"Open the door!" Fangzheng scolded, "Yeah, can't you make me stop?"

Several soldiers opened the door of the workshop, and Jia Pingan went out first, and Fangzheng's voice came from behind him.

"Jia Canjun is mighty!"

The corners of Jia Ping'an's mouth curled up slightly.

At first he only wanted to kill one person, but he changed his mind when he heard the Koreans make fun of the former Sui soldiers' Beijing view.

If Yang Wanbei hadn't been retreating back then, he might have killed this fellow.

On the long street, the cavalry of the Jinwu Guard came at a high speed.

"Stop!"

The cavalry approached and asked, "Who?"

"Hundred riders Jia Pingan."

The cavalry verified their identities, and someone sniffed, "Why do you smell blood?"

Jia Pingan smiled, thinking that this person is a dog.

He was going in the wrong direction, and a cavalryman asked, "Where is Jia Canjun going?"

"Imperial City!"

Jia Ping'an and his party arrived outside the imperial city. The temperature was slightly lower at night, but it was bearable.

The news immediately entered the palace.

"His Majesty!"

Many courtiers outside are at ease, but Li Zhi is still watching the memorial.

Hearing this, he raised his head, "What's the matter?"

Wang Zhongliang said: "It was reported just now that Yang Wanbei, five members of the Korean Mission, went to a brothel in Pingkangfang, and Jia Pingan took three people with him later."

Li Zhi put down the memorial, picked up the water glass, and took a sip slowly.

"The Koreans talked about the Jingguan in the former Sui Dynasty, and then bumped into a Baiqi, and the two sides fought. Jia Pingan drew his sword and stepped forward, beheading three people in a row, and then Li Jingye punched one person to death."

After Wang Zhongliang finished speaking, he found that the emperor was very calm, and couldn't help but feel that it was very strange, so he looked back.

The servant who came to report the letter stood outside the door, looking at his eyes and nose, nose and heart at this moment, which was very different from before.In the past, when it came to good news, they wished to report it directly, rather than through Wang Zhongliang's mouthpiece.This shows the person's judgment on the news

Disaster-level bad news.

Beheading the members of the Korean mission, Huante Niang killed four in one kill, what do you want to do?

So the waiter had no choice but to froth at the moment.