Wang Yuanwai of the suburbs of Beijing, his ancestors were tenants of the imperial village and recognized eunuchs as their fathers, and thus gained wealth for three generations, and has been 99 years since then.

He is considered to be elegant and elegant. At about thirty years old, he has no need to be a good person. He is good at small regular script in the museum and can sing Jiangnan lyrics. He is a regular visitor to brothels, a famous prostitute and friend. He is also a three-foot sky in the south of the city.

The end of the year has come, and Wang Yuanwai is in a good mood. Seeing the tenants sign a land contract with his family according to the agreement and secretly sign a sales contract, Wang Yuanwai thought to himself, even if the emperor comes, he will be afraid that there is nothing to say?

In a good mood, Wang Yuanwai wanted to add a few more concubines and was inspecting the capital. Suddenly, he heard that the Western Army had arrived and thought about his caravan being beheaded on the western front. The car was broken and the car was broken. Wang Yuanwai was timid, but this belief came to his belief, and he was idle again if he didn't take a concubine. So, when the refugees from the south entered the capital, the thug in his yard came up with an idea: "Buy!"

Among the refugees who can't survive, I find a few who can't survive. I can't hold you accountable?

Tonight, Wang Yuanwaizhi was so satisfied that he ate a cup of tea. Seeing the red candles, Wang Yuanwai stood up and instructed: "A good life will be ruined by this little woman. What kind of gifts she wants and what wishes she wants, please tell her, but if you don't agree, these three coins of silver will probably cause many changes."

The housekeeper hurriedly persuaded: "The Western Army is still here, so it's better to restrain yourself. There are piles of bones in the Nanhe River. If someone named Wei knows it, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of! So many people die every year. Who said that they were from my house?" Wang Yuanwai was impatient and waved his sleeves, saying, "Just go, my emperor's feet will have a subject at his feet, and he will ask the Western Army to agree to it? Just go, if you give birth, you will be fine if you come to see the woman's new clothes. Three cents of a new clothes can't buy her a lifetime?"

This is the three-foot sky in the south of the city. He never fears being entangled and unable to escape.

The Wang family paid money and added new clothes. When they didn't want it, they asked for money to get it back, collected the clothes, and found a late night when wolves, insects, tigers and leopards appeared, and drove them out.

What are you afraid of?

The housekeeper had no choice but to see the powerful people of the Western Army.

If you have a disagreement, you will behead the local people. Who dares to violate the military law without any ruthlessness?

"It's just that there is something wrong. I'm afraid that those who seek life and death will give up the men from the surrounding farms." The housekeeper felt frightened. The weak little woman felt this feeling when he entered the door.

As soon as he thought of this, the butler hurriedly called someone: "Go and tell the little woman to tell her to behave."

Several strong women said wonderingly: "Where is the old butler?"

"Where is going? The Western Army is very strict. I have to go and order those men, dozens of corpses in the Nanhegou, once they are found, they must remember to punish the Wang family." The butler said, shook his head, sighed, and walked out the door.

Before the gate, a black shadow snatched it out from one side, smelling alcohol all over his nose, and stopped him with a smile, asking, "Dad, who will the new woman from the official's office worker be sent out?"

"Shh!" the butler scolded in a hurry, "What are you asking for this?"

"Look at you, you will be timid all your life, and you can only be a housekeeper," the man smiled. "What else can you do? I see that woman is so beautiful that she will throw it away... Isn't it cheaper for those rough men? It's better..."

The butler was furious and slapped him, but he was unable to bear to continue to hit him. He had to stamp his feet and curse, "Carefully ask the Western Army to find out, you have peeled your skin!"

"Why are you afraid? During the Chinese New Year, the emperor is afraid of killing them. What are we afraid of them doing?" The man said with a smile, "Dad, you have to keep a close eye on it. That little woman, if it's so good, I will help you stabilize your mother, you can try it..."

The butler's feet speed up and reached the door. Two men with round waists and thick waists, seventeen or eighteen idle people who were drinking, came together and said, "During the middle of the night, the old butler is going to go out?"

"Do something, wait..." The butler was displeased and waved his hand to scold them. Suddenly, he felt that the bluestone slabs under his feet seemed to tremble. In a moment, the two dark doors also trembled.

What is that?

"Old butler, something big is not good. Some military horses are coming straight to us!" someone shouted on the gatehouse.

"What happened!" The butler was shocked and turned around and was about to run towards the second gate.

He heard a voice from afar and shouted: "According to the general's order, the Jinyiwei's cavalry took the people, and the fatal squatted down on the spot."

It's over!

"Quick, close the village gate!" the butler shouted sternly.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone said coldly in the darkness: "Everyone said that the old emperor's edict would not leave the Great Insider. Look, our general's order cannot even enter the small doghouse."

After scrubbing a few times, the shopkeepers picked up the knife.

The old housekeeper felt that all his blood was frozen.

In the darkness, it seemed like a ghost emerging from the ground, seven or eight men wearing brocade clothes and hanging a murderous knife on their waists appeared in front of him.

His evil son shouted, "Who asked you to come from the king's house?"

Then he let out a whisper, and the man screamed softly. The old butler's neck was warm. He was very familiar with it, and someone was chopped.

A big head fell from the sky and hit the old housekeeper. When he looked closely, he was immediately afraid, surprised and happy.

It turned out that it was a bald head.

The old housekeeper recognized that it was the offering raised by the Wang family. It is said that he was a disciple of Nan Shaolin and was extremely skilled in martial arts.

He was slashed in the neck with a knife, and his newly lifted iron sand palms had not yet slapped the stormy palm power.

"You dare to be called a worshiper of such a waste, haha!" The one who started the work was the worshiper of the Jinyiwei. He was a martial arts teacher in the Jinyiwei and the two factories. He was a serious second-class worshiper, and his martial arts skills were even more important than Zuo Lengchan.

He stood in the darkness with his hands in his hands, turned his ears and heard it, "Do it, everyone in this yard should die."

The old butler took a step back and fell down in a hurry.

The Wang family is finished.

Wang Yuanwai doesn't think so.

The hundreds of burly men in the yard don’t think so.

"Cut off the lock, close the door!" someone shouted on the gatehouse.

Several men who had infiltrated looked at the offering, and the offering said strangely: "Who gave them the confidence that can stop our army's iron hoof?"

After saying that, he had his hands out his sleeves like a swift, and his figure was hidden in the darkness. Under the faint light of fire, two cold moons occasionally flashed by. They were his weapons that were circulating in the world, and they were also sharp blades entrusted to the arsenal in the western front. They were called "Cicada Wings". They were shaped like cold moons. They cut more than a dozen masters west of the Pamir Mountains under the knife, which was his treasure.

At this moment, the scimitar gently cut through the quietness of the night sky, bringing constant excitement to the cold suburbs. There are often sounds under the knife, which is the sound of blood spraying from the blade cutting through the enemy's throat.

How high is this old worshiper’s martial arts?

There is a comparison between the Jinyiwei people.

"After all, the second-grade worship is a second-grade worship. This old man dared to escape ten miles below our general Wentian Sword." An Jinyiwei exclaimed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the worshipper laughed and scolded: "Little bastard, I teach you martial arts to make you laugh at me?"

The Jinyiwei smiled and said, "How dare we? Our general also said that the old senior's feather-clothed sword technique has reached its peak, so we dare not underestimate the old senior."

This is the truth. The old worshiper of a pair of scimitars and fought with Elder Song for half a day without a chance of winning or losing.
Chapter completed!