Guarding outside Cuimuzhuang is a part of the imperial imperial army. Although they are far away from the Chang'an imperial city, they are still an inviolable imperial army, an army that represents the dignity of the royal family. The lieutenant of the Imperial Army on duty outside Cuimuzhuang saw hundreds of burly men guarding a carriage and stopped not far away. , stretched out his hand and pointed to this side.
Immediately after those hundreds of men in strong suits pulled out their weapons and rushed towards this side, the captain of the Imperial Army was startled, and immediately turned around and shouted: "Warning, someone is going to attack the manor!"
A forbidden soldier hurriedly turned around and ran in, and it didn't take long for the sound of drums to be heard inside.
Those hundreds of big men were obviously well-trained elites. When they rushed over, they didn't rush forward, but maintained a tight battle formation, impeccable. The face of the captain of the forbidden army changed. There were only a dozen soldiers on duty outside the door, but as the forbidden army, they must not turn around and run away.
"kill!"
The captain of the imperial army drew out the horizontal knife, blocked the knife from a big man, and kicked the man's heart. The kick was strong and heavy, and the man flew out. After the man fell to the ground, he struggled a few times Seeing is not alive. Although the captain hadn't fought with anyone for a long time, his cultivation was still there after all. With the internal energy of the knife, he chopped down the second man who rushed forward with one knife, and then unloaded half of the shoulder of the big man beside him with one knife. .
He dodged a knife in a dodge, and watched helplessly as the men beside him were chopped to death by three big men.
Seeing his companion being killed and his dignity being provoked, the captain of the Imperial Army burst into anger immediately, and with a loud roar, he charged back into the crowd of big men with a knife. He splashed a path of blood with the horizontal knife in his hand, and killed the man in charge beside the carriage.
The imperial lieutenant knew very well that he had too few people on his side, and all his subordinates blocked the door to prevent those big guys from entering. If he wanted to control the situation, he had to take down the man who seemed to be the leader first. In a flash, he immediately made a decision. Going against the flow of people, he separated the crowd with one knife at a time. He was like a stone in the torrent, and the river rushed over and was split in half by the stone.
But even if his cultivation base is good, but after all, he is alone and alone. After advancing a dozen or so steps forward, without the support of his companions, he was immediately in danger. Just as he knocked the big man over with a knife, a pain in his shoulder was cut open by someone with a knife. He gritted his teeth, wiped the neck of the big man who injured him with a backhand knife, and continued to move forward in the sprayed blood mist.
"Huh."
The steward standing beside the carriage twitched his lips and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect there to be such a bloody man in the imperial army. It's rare. I thought that these people have forgotten how to carry a knife in the leisurely life of more than ten years." .”
He pointed to the captain and said: "Don't pay attention to this person, just let him come over, you just rush into the village, don't miss any of these forbidden soldiers and kill them all. If you can't do this well, Dong The Lord will support you for nothing, and you don’t have the face to go back and get money from the owner.”
"yes!"
The group of strong men moved out of the way, ignored the captain of the imperial army, and rushed towards the gate of Cuimuzhuang. The pressure on the dozen or so soldiers of the imperial army guarding the door immediately increased, and they were chopped down four or five times in a short time indivual.
After all, the Imperial Army guarding Cuimu Village hadn't done anything for more than ten years, and they didn't maintain training on weekdays. Although they had sounded drums to warn, the soldiers of the Imperial Army resting in the village couldn't come to support so quickly. Most of the off-duty soldiers didn't wear armor, and they didn't have time to put on their armor when they heard the shouts of killing, and ran towards the door with their knives in hand.
By the time they rushed to the door, those well-dressed men had already entered the yard.
The captain of the Imperial Army rushed towards the steward with a knife. He looked back and saw that the door had collapsed, and those big men poured into the yard like a tide. He was anxious, and after roaring, he rushed towards the steward. The steward was thin and frail, and instead of using a knife, he punched the steward's nose in order to capture him alive.
The steward casually raised his hand, but just rightly clenched the captain's fist. When he twisted his hand, the captain's arm twisted accordingly, and the guard's body immediately twisted to one side. The steward exerted a little force on his wrist, and with a click, the captain's arm broke and stabbed out from the flesh, bloody and white.
The steward pulled the captain of the Imperial Army to his side, then twisted the captain's arm and pushed it forward. The broken bone that came out of the captain's arm precisely pierced into the captain's throat. With just a pull and a push, the captain of the Forbidden Army who was well-cultivated was killed by his own bones.
The steward let go, and looked at the lieutenant of the Forbidden Army who fell on the ground with some pity: "The death is more dignified than I expected, not bad."
After the murder, the steward walked into Cuimuzhuang with his hands behind his back.
At this time, most of the soldiers of the Forbidden Army had already rushed out, fighting with those big men in the courtyard. The steward ignored it, and walked along the corridor with his hands behind his hands, as if the fight around him had nothing to do with him. Some Imperial Army soldiers rushed over and tried to stop him, but he didn't see that he could kill those who blocked him with any action.
There was constant shouting and killing in the yard, but he strode into the backyard without stopping. The people they met along the way, whether they were soldiers of the imperial army or servant girls, raised their hands and killed each one they met, leaving no one alive.
When he walked into the backyard, he immediately saw the man sitting on a low stool holding a fishing rod and fishing. Because the man was wearing a big bamboo hat, he couldn't tell his age. He seemed to be concentrating on waiting for the fish to take the bait, and he didn't pay any attention to the shouts outside.
"Grassman Cui Sheng, I have seen the prince!"
After the steward came in, he swept away a maid standing at the door with a flick of his sleeve. The maid flew four or five meters away, and fell into the pool with a plop, causing a splash of water.
The fishing man frowned slightly, his eyes turned cold.
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Looking at the circles of ripples in the small lake, and the corpse of the maid floating in the middle of the ripples, Prince Zhuang Yang Zhi's hand holding the fishing rod tightened slightly, but he still didn't move. The steward bowed his head not far away to salute, but he didn't speak.
Cui Sheng waited for a while but didn't get an answer. He glanced at the female corpse floating on the water and came to his senses. He straightened up and slapped himself seven or eight times.
"My lord, calm down, it's the grass people who are being rude. The grass people just think that these people are no longer useful. The proprietor has chosen a beautiful girl from the south of the Yangtze River, and the new guards are already waiting for you, lord. These people are sent by the emperor to monitor Yours, I heard that they don't respect you very much on weekdays, so the grass people got angry and shot harder, disturbing the fishing of the prince, please forgive me!"
"Which family do you belong to? Cui, Boling or Jinling?"
Yang Zhi asked after being silent for a while.
"Caomin is not here to represent any family, but to represent everyone."
Cui Sheng smiled, and didn't care at all about the hot and painful face he slapped: "Several proprietors held a banquet in Songbailou, the county seat of Jiming County, ten miles away, and waited for the grassroots to pick you up. , the prince will know who it is by looking at it himself."
Yang Zhi took off the bamboo hat and put it aside, then raised his hand to lift up the fishing rod. There was a fat fish hanging on the hook, but he was not startled away by the female corpse that fell into the water before. He took the fat fish off the hook, looked at it, sighed for some reason, and put it back in the water.
"It's a pity, without Cui Liu, there will be no pickled cabbage fish, and there is no point in catching them."
He stood up and glanced at the steward: "Cui Liu is the maid who was beaten to death by you just now."
Cui Sheng's expression changed, he took out a short knife from his pocket, took it with his left hand, and then slashed at his right hand, the severed hand fell to the ground with a slap. Blood gushed out from the broken wrist immediately, and soon flowed all over the ground. His face turned white in an instant, but he still forced a smile and said to Yang Zhi: "Caomin killed Miss Cui Liu with this hand just now, and now he is using this hand to accompany Miss Cui Liu. I don't know." In this way, the prince can reduce his anger a little."
Yang Zhi narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, nodded his head and said, "I'm impressed. People like you are just servants. It seems that there are so many talents in the Central Plains that cannot be used by the Sui Dynasty. It's a pity."
He walked out slowly, and when he reached the door of the backyard, he glanced at the corpses lying on both sides of the corridor, paused slightly, but didn't say anything.
The fight in the courtyard outside was not over yet. The dominant men in strong outfits had already taken control of the situation. Those soldiers of the Imperial Army were noble but average in combat power. It didn’t take long for most of them to be killed or injured. At this time, the remaining dozens of people were forced to fight in In a corner, someone fell down from time to time.
Yang Zhi walked all the way forward, the steward tore off a piece of cloth from his body to help tighten his arms, he took a deep breath, and then quickly caught up with Yang Zhi.
"The carriage is just outside, but the prince is leaving now?"
"No."
Yang Zhi looked at the imperial guards who were still desperately resisting, and said in silence for a while, "Since we are going out of this emerald wood village, we naturally have to change into decent clothes."
He looked at the soldiers of the imperial army who fell one by one, and suddenly shouted: "Good death!"
And the strange thing is that none of the imperial soldiers got angry, but looked at Yang Zhi with weird eyes, and then someone yelled loudly: "My lord is leaving, I can't wait to see him off!"
Yang Zhi nodded, not knowing why he laughed out loud.
He went back to his room, found out the prince's crown that had not been worn for more than ten years, and then put it on meticulously in front of the bronze mirror, even tidying up the details to ensure that there was no slightest wrinkle on the clothes. Wearing this black prince's robe on him, he immediately changed his temperament.
The steward was in severe pain from the wound of his broken arm, his face was as ugly as paper, and sweat dripped from his forehead, as if he had just washed his face. He patiently waited for Yang Zhi to change at the door, without urging him. He knew that although this person was just a prince who was imprisoned, he was no longer as prestigious as before. But this person is extremely important to the proprietor, so he must not offend.
After Yang Zhi changed his clothes, he fetched a towel to wipe off the dust on the clothes. Then I sat down and changed into a brand new pair of boots, very slowly and seriously.
After getting dressed, he walked to the bronze mirror and looked again.
"My lord, can I go?"
The steward didn't have any wound medicine on him, and even though he strangled his arm, he was still bleeding profusely. Seeing that Yang Zhi was still dawdling in front of the mirror, he couldn't help asking.
"well… "
Yang Zhi looked at himself in the bronze mirror, ignored the manager's words but sighed, and then said with some annoyance: "I haven't worn this suit for more than ten years. I didn't expect that I have gained weight to this extent. The clothes look like It's like being strangled on my body, not beautiful at all... Sigh... If I knew it, I would eat less food made by Cui Liu, and it's all because she cooks so delicious."
He glanced back at the manager and asked seriously, "Have you prepared new clothes for me?"
The steward was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "If the prince wants it, he will naturally have it."
Yang Zhi hummed, and then said to himself something that the manager couldn't figure out: "It's been clean for more than ten years, but it can actually be fatter. It's a pity..."