Three Hundred and Fifty-Five: The Storm in Beijing (12)

[Nutrition Express]: Oh my god, people who ate melons were so surprised that they even dropped the melons in their hands. Hunting 『文Ω网WWW. LieWen. CC has been watching the anchor's live broadcast room for several years. This is the first time she has seen a group fight of this scale. The two parties involved in the group fight were the rich second generation who were very influential in ancient times. This feeling is indescribable.

[Old driver Lian Meng]: Tsk, to put it bluntly, they are all nouveau riche or tycoons with no background. It can also be seen from this that the family education of both parties is good. If they were replaced by truly well-established nobles, even if they wanted to trample each other to death in their hearts, they would still be polite in appearance.

[Linglong Secret Security Lock]: #诓头, compared to the hypocritical rhetoric, I still like this kind of momentum of doing it if you don’t accept it.

[Warm Baby Stickers]: Hahaha, I also like to do it even if I don’t accept it. Just like what the anchor said before, no matter how sharp your words are, what's the use? If someone's ears are blocked, no matter how loud the opponent turns up, it won't affect them. What's the use of being a talker, just to slap the opponent twice, but to fight him back and show him one? Therefore, if you can move your fists, you will never keep your tongue.

Because of Jiang Pengji's influence, most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were infected with her temperament.

If you don't care about life and death, do it if you don't accept it; if you can use your fists, you won't beep.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to protect Xu Ke to prevent the thin scholar from getting involved in the melee.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the expressions of the passers-by around her. They all showed expressions of not taking it too seriously, and her heart moved slightly.

"Let them fight and not find someone to separate them?"

Jiang Pengji lowered her eyelids and asked the former boy with a cold expression.

The boy smiled bitterly, as if he had drank a big bowl of bitter melon juice and his whole face was wrinkled.

"What the noble man said..." The young man added something in his mind, but did not dare to say it out loud, because he was standing and talking, "Although your boss is King Changshou, the prince has so many things to do, how can he have the time to take care of these nosy things" ? Whether it’s the grandson of Huang Changshi or the son of General Fang, they are both immovable. Who dares to start a fight?”

It's nothing to start a fight. I'm just afraid that both parties will dislike the third party and get in the way, so they beat the person who started the fight first.

When the time comes, it will be like a dumb man eating Coptis chinensis and unable to express his suffering.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

Now we can only hope that they will finish the work early and the tea shop can close early.

As for the smashed and broken objects,

Make a list and send it directly to their mansion.

Don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face. The owner behind the tea shop is King Changshou. Huang Changshi and General Fang will also consider losing money.

After hearing this, Jiang Pengji said coldly, noncommittal.

"A bunch of brats are making trouble, fighting on the ground, without any technical skills." Jiang Pengji crossed her arms over her chest, stepped back slightly, avoided the delicate tea bowl that hit her toes, turned her head and complained to Xu Ke, " Look, who can win?"

Xu Ke glanced at his husband slightly, and could only secretly pray that he would not cause trouble again.

Lowering his eyes and thinking deeply, he said, "It should be from Huang Chang's family. Nowadays, the official family relies more on eunuchs."

The eunuch group is very powerful, and now it is also arrogant and at the height of its power.

But in essence, everything they have comes from the emperor's connivance, and selling official positions and conferring titles is also secretly approved by the emperor. They are closely attached to the emperor, and their life and death are decided by the emperor. If the emperor was still young, they could do a lot, but the problem is that although the emperor today is dim, he is greedy for profit and attaches great importance to power. The eunuchs are just dogs held by the emperor to bite people.

The situation is different for the relatives group.

Although they are also the emperor's dogs, they have their own roots and have more autonomy than the eunuchs. The emperor also handed over the Imperial Guards to the Fang family, which shows that the emperor valued the Fang family, a group of relatives, and their status in the emperor's heart. Also heavier.

Whether it is the foreign relatives group or the eunuch group, they were promoted by the emperor to deal with the gentry. Nowadays, most of the gentry in the capital have retreated, and there are also many high-ranking officials who have become officials. For example, Zhongshu Ling Fengren back then gave the emperor a fatal illusion. .

What illusion?

He mistakenly thought that he had taken back the rights from the family and felt that he was no longer a puppet emperor who was restricted by others!

In this case, the two dogs he fed single-handedly - the eunuch group and the relatives group, seemed a bit annoying.

The eunuch group could only rely on the emperor. In comparison, the relatives group was more troublesome.

Jiang Pengji also guessed that it was Huang Chang's family, and the reason was not what Xu Ke was worried about.

The contest between the relatives' group and the eunuch's group is also a real sword and a real gun. How can it be placed on a few juniors in the court?

"General Fang Da's child is too fat. Look at his figure. He can block half of the door of the tea shop by himself. No matter how he moves, he is a huge target. Huang Changshi's grandson is clever and keeps hiding. Shooting a cold arrow in the back of a young man can do a lot."

A human shield competes with long-range mobility. Who gives him the courage?

Xu Ke was silent: "..."

Suddenly I felt that all my previous serious analysis had been fed to the dog.

Jiang Pengji added, "But for group fights, you can either rely on force, where one man can block ten thousand others, or rely on numbers. Too much saliva can drown people. Huang Chang's young man didn't have enough thugs, so he continued to drag him away. If you go down, I’m afraid you’ll suffer a loss.”

Xu Ke secretly rolled his eyes after hearing this.

When it comes to group fights, he only obeys his husband.

As they were talking, the situation became clearer.

General Fang Da's son was very favored at home. He always brought twenty or thirty thugs with him when he went out. Just now, only half of them participated in the battle.

The other half received the news that Lang Jun was beaten and rushed in from outside.

Originally the two sides were evenly matched, but now the balance has tilted because of this large number of people.

Seeing that Huang Changshi's grandson was about to be caught and beaten, the boy suddenly rolled backwards and shouted despite his embarrassment.

"Brother Jue, come and save me."

Jue brother?

Jiang Pengji was tired of seeing this, but she didn't expect that Fatty Fang would call for help at the last moment, and that Huang Changshi's grandson would also call for help.

She glanced around, trying to find out who Jue Di was.

Fatty Fang had already formed an overwhelming advantage. His huge body formed a shadow and forced Huang Changshi's grandson into the corner.

"Bah, just call someone and see who you can call to help you!"

Huang Changshi's grandson's face has blossomed, and there are some bruises and bruises. He looks embarrassed, but his eyes are still stubborn.

"Hmph, I'll give it to you. Just don't be so scared that you pee later."

Fatty Fang was furious and raised his huge fist to hit someone. At this time, a clear voice like a jade compass came from the crowd.

"slow!"

"Who is interfering with my master's good deeds?" Fatty Fang turned his head and looked at the source of the sound fiercely.

Everyone immediately looked around and saw a young man in his fifteenth or sixteenth year standing in a corner, wearing a blue scholar's shirt that made him tall and tall.

Even though the young man's appearance is still a little green, his demeanor is already mature.