Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven: The Storm in Beijing (14)

You don’t have to worry about who I am, but you have to know who I am, your father!

Hearing Jiang Pengji's declaration, the young man Feng Jue was stunned in place, with a wanton evil smile on his face. Liewen 『『网Ww』W． LieWen. CC

"Second brother, is this the Liu Lanting you always talk about? It's really better to meet him than to be famous. He is such a madman."

Not to mention anything else, this deviant madness is quite to his liking.

Feng Jin secretly caught a glimpse of her younger brother's crazy look on his face, and couldn't help but raise his hand and tugged on his sleeve, pulling him out of the battle ring to prevent this heartless third brother from being innocently affected. If he was beaten by Jiang Pengji, he would be beaten for nothing and there would be no room for reasoning.

While talking, Huang Changshi's grandson limped toward Feng Jue, holding his sore waist with one hand and covering his beaten face with the other.

"Brother Jue, it's my brother's fault this time that I'm causing trouble for you. Hiss - this stinky fat guy, it hurts to hit someone!"

Huang Changshi's grandson grimaced in pain. In terms of age, he was two years older than Feng Jue, but in terms of months, he was only two or three months longer than the year. He probably fell and rolled a lot. He was taller than his peers. A bit stronger, but a little bruised.

Feng Jue secretly suppressed a smile, with concern on his face, "It doesn't matter, but when Bo Gao goes back this time, I'm afraid he will be served by his family's cane."

When I heard the words "family method rattan", my face originally looked like a palette had been knocked over, but it became a little more distorted and looked very abstract.

"Oh - stop talking, I will definitely get beaten when I go back this time." Huang Changshi's grandson looked depressed, his face full of drama.

When he had some time, he secretly glanced at Feng Jue, and was relieved when he saw that the other party had no intention of alienating him.

To be honest, even if he hates others for humiliating him as a eunuch, this background is something he cannot deny, and it is the source of his inferiority and arrogance. After finally meeting a like-minded and well-born friend, he really doesn't want to lose his popularity because of this. Jue.

"Is this Huai Jie's friend?"

Feng Jin didn't care about the chaotic situation on the field, because he knew very well that those minions were not enough to give people a piece of cake.

Feng Jin's younger brother is named Feng Jue, whose surname is Huai Jie.

The names of the Feng family members of this generation are mostly related to jade.

Hearing Feng Jin mention herself,

Huang Changshi's grandson quickly put away his ungrateful expression and said seriously, "That's right."

Feng Jue introduced, "Second brother, this is the classmate and friend that I often mention, Huang Song, a disciple of Mr. Ji, the great scholar."

Dongqing has a strong academic style, and there are many great Confucians. Although Mr. Ji in Feng Jue's mouth is not as good as Mr. Yuan Jing, he is also a very famous Confucian scholar in Dongqing. Huang Song can use his reputation as a eunuch to become a famous teacher. Obviously There are several brushes.

Huang Song said quickly, "Don't be afraid. Brother Feng can just call me Bo Gao."

Feng Jin smiled gently and nodded, "Then Jin would be disrespectful."

Huang Song was very sensitive to other people's emotional changes, and he immediately knew that Feng Jin kept a distance from him and did not want to have a close relationship with him.

He wasn't too upset about this either.

If others knew that he was Huang Changshi's god-grandson, they would be eager to pass him by. Very few people would be willing to have a normal conversation with him.

Feng Jin's attitude is actually quite good.

He was so focused on recognizing people that he almost forgot that Jiang Pengji was fighting with Fatty Fang. Huang Song slapped his forehead with one hand and quickly turned to ask Feng Jue.

"Brother Jue, should we call for help?"

Feng Jue lowered his eyelids, pursed his lips, and said, "Do you think he needs help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Song turned to look at the situation in the civil war circle in the hall, and happened to see a huge black shadow fall at his feet.

Huang Song was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, still in shock.

"Come! Now tell me, who is the father?"

"You are the father! You are the father!"

Fatty Fang was still arrogant at the beginning, but as one by one his servants were killed and paralyzed at his feet, his self-confidence became more and more fragile. He was like a snail that had been peeled off its shell, exposing his tender body and allowing others to abuse him, without feeling the slightest sense of security. .

In an instant, whatever Jiang Pengji said, he responded with tears streaming down his face.

Jiang Pengji raised her foot and kicked the body of the servant who was blocking the way aside. She grabbed Fatty Fang's collar with one hand and lifted Fatty Fang up with one hand under the gaze of Huang Song whose eyes almost popped out of the frame. "Say it again, little one." My ears are weak, so I didn’t hear it.”

"Daddy, you are my daddy!" Fatty Fang is tall and burly, but he is full of fat. He is a little shorter than Jiang Pengji. Now that she is lifting him up like a chicken, he is completely frightened. He shrunk his neck like a quail and spoke without any hesitation.

When Huang Song saw this, he was secretly stunned, almost biting his own tongue, and murmured in a low voice, "Hey, dear, once that damn fat man gained weight, he actually lifted it up with one hand... This, this is simply natural Divine power!”

Once it is equal to about fifty kilograms, and twice it is a full two hundred kilograms. This is still an estimated figure.

Judging from the body shape of that square fat man, he must have weighed 234 pounds.

Looking at her thin arms, I didn’t expect her to be so strong!

At this moment, he realized that Jiang Pengji had single-handedly defeated all the servants and thugs brought by Fatty Fang. Everyone was beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Although no one was killed, look at the extent of the swelling. It seems that they have been injured in the past half month. Can't go out, can't see anyone.

Seeing this, Huang Song's eyes showed a pity for talents, and he was eager to make friends with him.

"Lang Jun's innate supernatural power is no longer a secret."

Xu Ke chuckled, as if the man with the aura of a gangster leader was not his son.

"Eh? I wonder where your son's ancestral home is and where he lives?" Huang Song asked with a bow, quite graceful.

"My son's ancestral home is Hejian, and he has lived here for generations. He is a member of the Liu family." Xu Ke said lightly. Huang Song met his eyes and felt faintly timid, as if his thoughts just now had been seen through by the other party. "Chongzhou Mu Liu She is the father of the son."

This origin is not something that the descendants of eunuchs can covet and recruit.

Xu Ke added silently in his heart.

Liu Xi, the son of Liu She?

Huang Song suddenly remembered something, "You mean, he is the Liu Xi who was born with supernatural power and chased tigers across the stream?"

Chasing tigers across the stream!

This is a word to describe a fierce general of the previous dynasty, meaning that this person is so fierce that even fierce tigers have to run away when they see him.

Although Jiang Pengji was also born with supernatural powers, she was not well-known until she bet with someone and hunted two tigers before leaving Langya. She also took the two tiger carcasses and paraded them around the city, showing off around her opponent's house, making people so angry that they vomited blood. As a result, her reputation for ferocity spread.

Xu Ke was silent when he heard this. Chasing a tiger across a stream, he could only imagine his husband dancing and chasing a big tiger that was fleeing in panic. The tiger was running for its life in front, and the husband was chasing it with a laugh behind... The picture was too beautiful, and he dared not think too much about it.