Feng Cheng was still worried and said:

"Brother, are you really going to beat Wu Dianshi? Don't think he is a small official, it also represents the face of the court. Beating officials in the street is very serious. Neither the royal party nor the Hou party will look good."

Xin Tianyou laughed and said:

"Feng Chengcheng, what I just said is that the weak is strange, and the strong is righteous. You still haven't figured it out. Wu Dianshi is the superior of the yamen runners. He uses his power to suppress others and beat Han Suzheng and Zhao Bantou upright. But when he faces Xiaoyao Bo, he is not a big deal. Even if he is beaten, he still has to thank him. However, this kid Huawen has never beaten anyone, so I have to do it for him!"

The little fat man muttered, "I'm going to do it for a long time, but you still want to fight, don't beat someone to death... Oh, where is Xiaoyaobo?

Everyone stopped and saw Huawen standing by the street, picking up a huge peony to look at it, and talking to himself.

"The petals are stacked, spreading layer by layer towards the center, orderly..."

The little fat man was puzzled, but Xin Tianyou understood that the first draft of the teleportation array was really a bit like an extremely complex and sophisticated flower.

When Hua Wen heard someone calling, he was stunned and picked up the flowers and left.

The young woman carrying the child was anxious and shouted:

"Young Master, I haven't paid yet."

Xiaolan, who accompanied Huawen, touched her body awkwardly, and her face turned red. Her monthly routine was one tael of silver, and she didn't need it on weekdays, so she recorded it in the account book of the county magistrate's mansion. Xin Tianyou, the guard of Huawen, felt annoyed, and did not bring it when she left the mansion.

Zhao Bantu, who took the initiative to drag him back and acted as a temporary guard, quickly took out a copper plate from his arms and asked:

"How many copper coins?"

The woman said:

"Customer, I also sell five cents a piece of money in the morning. I will close the stall in the afternoon, just three cents."

Zhao Bantou picked out three copper coins and was about to hand them over when he heard the words "Wait", the young master "Dong Shu" walked to the flower stall.

The woman was so scared that her face was pale and she complained secretly.

The world of playboys is not understood by the people. They can use their daughters to waste their money when they are happy, and they can beat people for three cents when they are unhappy.

The little girl on her back woke up, drooled out of her long saliva, twisted her body and murmured: "Mom, Nannan wants to eat lollipops..."

"Nannan, the lollipops are not delicious. When my mother sells out the peonies, she will buy you popcorn..."

"No, Nannan wants to eat lollipops..."

The woman held her body, put her hands behind her back and held the child firmly, and said carefully to the teenager:

"Young Master, a flower is worth nothing, just treat it as my gift..."

There were only a dozen peonies left in the flower basket, huge, gorgeous, and slightly wilted. Xin Tianyou looked at it and said with a smile:

"It's pretty... Feng Chengcheng, buy all ten taels of silver."

The woman was startled and said:

"No need for this much money..."

Han Feng understood and advised:

"Our master, I'm happy today. I'll ask you to accept it, and you can accept it. After a while, remember to buy a bunch of lollipops for the girl."

The woman was surprised and happy, and was speechless.

When we go to the streets of Flower Temple, the crowds are gradually increasing, with most young people and scholars.

Xintianyou bought a few roses, lilies, peony, a small handful of silver-bud willows, forget-me-not, a large handful of iron wire ferns, and a starry sky... wrapped the stems with light yellow and rough hemp paper, cut a piece of exquisite red silk to tie it, and finally sprayed a mouthful of clean water...

Wow, a small "flower mountain" has appeared. The branches are staggered, the flowers and leaves are sparse and dense. The flowers are delicate and radiant, and the grass leaves are vigorous and green. They are extremely gorgeous and elegant.

Everyone looks at each other sideways.

They were actually quite eye-catching when walking on the road. Huawen and Xintianyou were dressed in luxurious clothes and looked handsome. The little fat man next to him was smiling, and the two limping "bodyguards" were also on their backs and bears.

But everyone's eyes were all attracted by the "Flower Mountain" held by Xiaolan, and they were amazed.

In the world, there are generally no more than three flowers. There are very few auxiliary materials to be equipped with, and they pay attention to naturalness and freedom. However, it is like this, it is a moving flower forest, concentrating the essence in size.

The Huashen Temple Square is not big and is closed by a fence by a yamen runner. The two stages are opposite each other, more than 60 meters away. They enter the Wanhua Tower and Piaoxiangyuan, which are both competing for power. A large colored shed is set up in the middle of the temple, with officials, guests and judges sitting there.

If you go in, you have to pay 500 cents to subsidize the expenses of Baisha Mansion. If you don’t charge money, it will definitely not work. The stage will probably be squeezed out.

As a result, the streets around became more lively. Many poor scholars stood on tiptoe and looked out, in groups of three or five, and were talking.

Wu Dianshi was very dedicated and busy.

I urged the yamen runners to tighten the entrance and then ordered the crowd to be evacuated; and, a few teenagers actually climbed up a tree, what should I do if I fell down... You know, the people sitting in the coloring shed are all masters, and if I don’t take the opportunity to sway in front of their eyes, how can I improve in the future?

"The surname is Wu."

Someone shouted, and the voice was quite familiar.

Wu Dianshi quickly turned around, and his face was filled with laughter habitually, ready to bow. When he looked closely, he almost burst his lungs.

A man hugged his arms horizontally in front of his chest and stared at him fiercely. It was Han Feng who was hit by fifty strokes yesterday. If he hadn't had martial arts skills, his legs would have been broken.

"You don't want to live anymore!"

Wu Dianshi gritted his teeth and was about to shout "Come on", but saw Han Feng smiled contemptuously and said:

"Xiaoyao Bo told you to come."

A murderous aura was revealed in his words, and Wu Dianshi felt a trembling heart. Looking in the direction of Han Feng's hand, he saw three noble men standing opposite the street, and the one next to him was Huawen.

He did not dare to be negligent, so he quickly walked over, bowed and said:

"Sir, please see the uncle, don't know what instructions?"

Huawen didn't know him at all, and just stared at the peony in his hand, thinking about something.

The young man in the middle walked out holding a willow branch and shouted:

"Who, I heard that you have used this courtesan event to greet a lot of money, but is there any such thing?"

As soon as this said, people on the street looked over angrily. They just had no money and couldn't enter the square to watch.

Wu Dianshi was so scared that he retreated continuously and said:

"injustice……"

But the young man didn't wait for him to finish his words, raised the willow branches and sucked them down, shouting in the voice:

"So it's true, hum!"

The soft branches were even more terrifying than the steel whip. With just one punch, Wu Dianshi's official robe torn apart, and his skin was blooming.

The people watching the fun were not afraid of the big deal, so they all shouted and surrounded me. I thought to myself, I couldn't see the courtesan on the stage, but I saw the official being beaten and finally did not lose the trip.

Wu Dianshi ran away with his head in his arms. The young man caught up with him and kicked him down and stepped on his back. He thrust his flesh and blood and screamed like a pig.

A team of yamen runs over, but is stopped by Han Feng and Zhao Bantou, and retreats. Several constables separated everyone and immediately turn back when they see Hua Wen, running faster than a rabbit.

The officials of the court were all slaves of the royal family. Not to mention punishing a poor classics in Chinese, even if they beat the Baisha Prefecture Prefecture, so what?

Amid the cheers, fifty whips were almost done. Wu Dianshi's back and buttocks had basically not a piece of intact flesh.

The boy threw the willow branches and said earnestly:

"Wu Dianshi, if there is, change it; if there is no, encourage it. Do you know?"

Everyone was fainted by this sentence, and Wu Dianshi was so angry that he squirted out a mouthful of blood. He shivered and barely knelt down and said:

"I thank my uncle for his encouragement and advice... I don't know the young master, and I have a great name?"

The boy sneered, pointed his thumb at the tip of his nose, and said:

"Listen, your second uncle Dong Shu..."

Unexpectedly, when words were spoken, there was a lot of noise.

"Look, look, he is Dong Shu who wrote "Hundred Characters"?"

"Ah, Mr. Dong is a banished immortal who came down to the earth. How could he be so ferocious and rough..."

"It must be fake..."

"Give me, hurry up... don't block me."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xin Tianyou slid into the fence. Looking at the tide of people coming, he was still scared.
Chapter completed!