Chapter 61 Where did the hairless big worm come from? Look at it and beat it!

After leaving Yongkin Gate, passing Qianwang Temple, Qingbo Gate, Qianhu Gate, Leifeng Pagoda, passing through the lake along Su Dike, crossing the Hongqiao Bridge and going up Gushan. When he left at Chenshi, he had already arrived at Qiuhe Pavilion at noon. Old Qin was obviously not the first time to arrange such a trip. Before the group of people, cars and horses arrived, Old Qin had already arranged a luncheon here.

Dongpo pork, West Lake vinegar fish, crab juice mandarin fish, Longjing shrimp, Hupao vegetarian ham, West Lake water shield soup, big and fresh, full of a large table. Lao Yang had no sense of superiority and inferiority. He greeted Lao Qin and the people in the car shop together, but was embarrassedly rejected by Lao Qin. The manager of the restaurant had already prepared another seat for the servants.

Shaoxing rice wine has sweet taste, clear color, fragrant smell and mellow strength. Lao Yang and all the beautiful maids have fun. When they drink it, they raise their glasses to the West Lake, and put the wine on the railing to welcome the fragrance of osmanthus in the three autumns. Every pore on their body is extremely comfortable.

"...The lake is filled with clear and graceful scenery, and there are three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus flowers. The Qiang pipes are sunny, the diamonds are singing at night, and fishing for the old lotus. Thousands of riders are holding high teeth, listening to the flute and drum, singing and enjoying the mist and clouds..."

The singer downstairs, with the strings swaying, and the clear and evocative singing surrounds the beams and spreads the West Lake.

"God treats me well. Although it's a little dangerous on the banks of Xiaoshang River, our family can get what they want now! Thank you for this cup!"

Haha, Yang Jun poured a glass of rice wine on West Lake.

Lao Yang began to understand what joy leads to sorrow.

When Shen Shichu was about to pass Gushan, the group passed by the Gushan Mountain. When they were about to reach Duanjiaqiao, there was a chaotic situation ahead.

"Master, should we avoid it?" Old Qin was in front of the horse, his face a little bitter.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jun was drunk at this moment, and he was in high spirits with Meiyouhu. He heard that he wanted to avoid it and was a little unhappy.

As they were talking, the old lady and the young vendors in front had already retreated one after another. The fierce gods behind were shaking their steps, beating people when they saw them and smashing them when they saw them. They were obviously drunk and were now going crazy by drinking.

"Old Qin, this is..."

Yang Jun immediately understood that these things were probably the kind of rogues like Lin'an, and the kind of hairless big insects, so he didn't ask further questions.

Perhaps it was because the Yang Mansion had a large number of people, cars and horses. Although the ten people were not large, they were like mainstays among the escaped crowd, which instantly attracted the attention of several evil gods.

"Oh! Look at this car is so beautiful! I don't know what's inside...hehehehe..." A man, with a flushed face, raised his clothes and showed his arms. He pointed the Guizhi in his hand lightly at the Yang Mansion carriage and horse, and his mouth was quite presumptuous, but he didn't even see Yang Jun on the horse's back.

The other three companions laughed and gathered together.

"Master..." Qin Ju's face changed drastically, and she gently pulled Yang Jun's reins.

Yang Jun's face was as deep as water, and his wine was rising little by little. He slowly turned up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Where are these people? " Lao Yang turned over and got off the horse and asked.

"This is an edict to Jiangnan..." Old Qin trembled his hands as he answered.

But this was said a little slower. Yang Jun saw that the cinnamon twig was barely stretched out to the curtain of the car. The beautiful maid in the car had already exclaimed, stretched out her hand gently, sniffed the cinnamon twig, sniffed the remaining osmanthus flowers on it, and stood in front of the car with his hands in his arms, smiling.

The drunk man who had lost the Guizhi for no reason staggered back and cursed angrily: "Treat death!..."

Then he couldn't continue to curse and was surprised to find that there were large blood marks on his hand, and he was actually wounded by the time he grabbed the Guizhi.

"Chop this guy!" The people behind looked wrong and pulled out short knives from their boots. Looking at Yang Jun, he didn't know the depth and screamed fiercely, but he didn't dare to join in for a while.

"ha!"

Finally, someone who couldn't hold back his anger floated under his feet and rushed forward.

Yang Jun was about to kick, but he stopped his feet in time, and walked sideways to the blade, twisted the opponent's wrist holding the knife, and twisted it in reverse.

"Click!"

After a crisp sound, the jingle of the knife falling to the ground.

"Ah!" A scream echoed throughout the West Lake. The man held his completely abandoned right wrist and screamed, without the fierce look he had just now.

The people next to him were shocked when they saw this scene, but they didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

"Things that don't know how to advance and retreat!" Yang Jun was still unsatisfied, and snatched the whip from Che Yi's hand and thrust over. For a moment, the knife was all over the ground, and several men were waving their whip marks on their heads and faces.

"Oh my god!"

He has always been bullying himself, so why have he ever been bullied like this? These guys didn't react for a while. When they were half awake, their first reaction was to run away. One of Yang Jun's greatest pleasures was to chase and kill the defeated army. Those guys drank much more than him and didn't run fast. They rushed to Duan Jiaqiao like whipping horses along the way. Seeing that they were far away from their family, they put a few shabby guys in their clothes and bloody horses, threw down their whip, and returned with hatred.

Lao Qin kept his head down and did not dare to squeak any more.

Seeing his master bullying others, he didn't feel proud at all. Instead, the maids in the car cheered to celebrate that his master was not only majestic on the bed.

Outside the Big Buddha Temple, a group of people looked down at all, looking at all without missing a trace.

After a long time, a tiny hand stretched out from a sedan chair and handed out a piece of plain paper.

When Lao Yang returned to Qiantang Gate, he was considering whether to go to Yue Mansion to sit. He rode by his side and threw out a piece of plain paper, which was falling into Lao Yang's arms. Lao Yang uncovered it, glanced at it quickly, his face changed drastically, and he looked around, and he stuffed it into his arms like a thief.

"I invite you to pass the palace for a briefing, and don't let your good times go!"

In just one line of words, the address and time are next to it.

Tomorrow is Double Ninth Festival!

Damn! Isn't this the same as the underground party joint?

The Great Song Gun God is still afraid of dating girls?!

Lao Yang recalls that he has met these days, there are definitely only a handful of people who can write this with him, and the one who is most moved by Lao Yang is the most likely!

When did Lao Yang become a deserter?

"Don't let good times go"?

What's the meaning?

"The edict ordered several people in the Jiangnan envoy's mansion to be beaten quite badly by Tong Yang. After returning, the gate was closed, and even Lin'an Mansion came to ask about the case was turned away!"

A man who looked like a hawker stood at the entrance of the study and whispered.

Qin Hui leaned on the desk, his hands kept flowing out of his pen a three-foot orchid slowly. At first, his face looked like water, but later he smiled quietly: "Is there any?"

"The girl behind Jishanfang seems to have some interest in this general. She sent a piece of paper today, and I don't know what she wrote."

Qin Hui smiled and shook his head, then laughed loudly and said, "Okay! Very wonderful!"

Several drops of ink sweat spilled out from the end of the pen, diluting the rice paper on the table. Qin Hui wiped the sheep's hair on the paper, kneaded the rice paper into a ball, and threw it into the vine under the table.

"This General Yang is interesting!"

Qin Hui stood at the door holding a teacup in his hand, looking at the direction of Yongkin Gate.

"I remind the mansion that if you don't get the permission from me, you will not provoke Yang Zaixing!"

"yes!"

An old man flashed next to him: "It's just those guys?"
Chapter completed!