"This little bastard thinks that he can be on an equal footing with the powerful after he has made some small achievements. Let's just dream."

"That's right, my master whips you, it's for your own good, you should be grateful."

"What a fool. I get angry when I see him. I want to slap him too."

Yang Xuangan was surrounded not only by his domestic slaves, but also by several friends, who were also young men from aristocratic families. These guys all knew that Qin Hu had already fallen into despair, was unscrupulous, and was eager to try.

Of course, these people are not familiar with Qin Hu, because Yang Xuangan is forty years old this year, and Qin Hu is less than twenty years old, they are not in the same age group, and they have never hung out together.

Seeing Yang Xuangan displaying his power and sternly teaching his cousin, these people began to cheer and praise him.

"There are some people who are empty inside. They only feel alive when they step on others!" Qin Hu suddenly reached out and grabbed the riding crop, pulled out the horizontal knife with his right hand, and shined the back of the knife on Yang Xuangan's neck.

Yang Xuangan was a civil servant. He didn't know martial arts at all, and he had never experienced a battle. Moreover, he didn't expect Qin Hu to dare to fight back, and he was so frightened that his soul flew away.

Qin Hu was a man who crawled out from among the dead, and his attacks were fast and ruthless. These pampered playboys had never seen such a fighting method before, and they immediately screamed in fright.

Yang Xuangan even thought that he was dead.

Qin Hu cut Yang Xuangan off his horse with the back of his sword, then jumped down and punched him in the face.

"For this kind of person, you only have to slap him hard in the face, and then he will know how to behave."

"It's murder, it's murder, help, help." Yang Xuangan's face was red, his nose was broken, and his neck was crooked. He screamed in pain: "You are guilty of the first offense, and you are guilty of the second offense."

"You actually dare to commit violence and beat people, let's all join in." After all, the evil slaves under Yang Xuangan were not vegetarians. They definitely couldn't watch their master being beaten.

So they jumped off their horses one after another, rolled up their sleeves, and rushed towards Qin Hu with their teeth and claws showing.

Qin Hu chuckled inwardly, these few embroidered pillows were not enough to stuff his teeth.

He didn't use a knife, he just punched and kicked, and with a crackle, he beat more than a dozen people, and all of them fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.

"My legs."

"My arm."

"My hand is broken."

Qin Hu clapped his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and got on the horse: "I had a good time today. You guys, please take your time and play. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Cousin, come and sit at home when you have time." After saying that, he galloped away. Before leaving, he stepped on several people with his horse's hooves.

"Ah, it hurts me so much."

"It's so cruel."

Yang Xuangan jumped up with blood on his face: "Find someone, find someone for me. I want to kill this little bastard. Go find someone for me quickly."

"Sir, sir, are you okay?" His evil slaves hurriedly came over to help him. One of them said: "Sir, you are confused. This kid beat up the court ministers in the street. If you report this to the court,

He will undoubtedly die, so why deal with him privately?"

"What the hell do you know? If I sue him, then everyone will know it. I let him get beaten for such a dirty job. Do I still have the face? Find someone, find someone for me. I have to chop him up."

He can't."

"Yes, yes, you guys, go find someone right now, go find someone right now."

One of them had his leg broken by a horse's hoof. He lay on the ground and howled in mourning: "Father, mother, please come and save me. Qin Hu, you wait for me. My father is from the Ministry of War."

Minister Fan Zigai, I am not someone to be trifled with."

"I'm going to lose my nickname. Hurry up and retreat. I'll be spotted by the patrolling troops later. You're so shameless. Let's go." Yang Xuangan tilted his neck and yelled angrily.

He felt that his neck might not recover for a while, as if it was broken. He estimated that two of his neck bones must have been broken.

…

Fan Zigai is not an ordinary high-ranking official. Although he is just a minister of the Ministry of War, he also has another identity - Prince Zhan Shi, who is also the general manager of the East Palace.

Therefore, many people currently respect him because he is a close minister of the crown prince. Once the current emperor makes any mistake and the prince succeeds to the throne, he will immediately become the most respected minister and have the power to dominate the world.

Fan Zigai also just came back from the banquet and was exhausted.

Because he had to escort the prince back to the East Palace first, he came back later than others. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard a howl of ghosts and wolves.

"It hurts me to death, it hurts me to death, let me die, my legs, Qin Hu, fuck you, uncle, I have to kill you with my own hands, just wait."

"It's so cruel, devil, devil."

Fan Zigai suddenly frowned and asked Menzi: "What's going on? Isn't this the young master's voice? Has something happened to him?"

Menzi said with a pale face: "Old, old, master, no, it's not good, the young master's legs were broken by someone, and the bones were exposed. This..."

"What, someone actually dares to hit my son?"

Fan Zigai only had one son in his life, and he always loved him like a treasure. The couple doted on the son very much. They were afraid that something would happen to him, so they equipped him with more than twenty servants, escorts, maids, and women.

It's not like we can't bring too many people to the emperor's banquet today, but something really happened today.

He rushed into his son's room like crazy and saw his wife, his wife and his concubines, as well as his son's wives and concubines, all wailing in the room, making the whole room look like a mourning hall. He was so scared that he almost fainted.

"My son, my son, you, you..." When Fan Zigai saw that Fan Longren was not dead, his heart suddenly fell to the ground. As long as he was alive, there would be hope for everything.

"Master, I'm not going to live anymore. Look at my son being beaten like this. It's still a king's law. If you don't care, I'll hit him to death now, woo woo, woo woo."

Fan Zigai's wife, Mrs. Liu, was lying on the ground and acting wildly. She hugged Fan Zigai's thigh and shook it vigorously. She also bit her with her teeth: "You damn old man, hurry up and send troops to kill that man."

Catch that bastard Qin Hu for me, I must make him into bacon."

"Have mercy on my son, such an honest and honest child, to be tortured like this, I, I really wish I could die right now, sir."

"Qin Hu, it's him, what the heck, he's got the guts, so it's just him?" Fan Zigai was also confused, who is Qin Hu, a down-and-out aristocrat who just made some small achievements and became a low-ranking person?

The governor of Youzhou actually dared to provoke the powerful officials in the court, and he was also his immediate superior.

Is this kid crazy?

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