Chapter 641 D-Zi Juan Dong Ge, the Valkyrie
It is not appropriate to stay in Baochai's boudoir for too long. This does not mean that you will accidentally misfire. After all, for a lady of a wealthy family, you still need to pay attention to this aspect.
Besides, she hopes to get along with Tanlang, but Baochai's rationality and gentleness still determine her reserve and stability in this regard.
The soft and gentle hands and the fragrant delicate body all touched Feng Ziying's nerves. Fortunately, sooner or later, they were all hers. Feng Ziying left with satisfaction, but from Baochai's longing eyes, Feng Ziying could still understand He felt that the other party wished that he would come to Rikayuan more often.
Before she even approached the door of her house, Feng Ziying noticed that the situation in the alley was different.
In the past, there were many people in this alley sending messages waiting to meet, but everyone obeyed the rules and lined up on both sides to send messages. The concierge would also respond quickly. If he was not there, he would naturally leave the message and leave. , if you are there, the concierge will quickly send it back to see if you choose to see him or not, and who he wants to see.
But it seemed different today. Several people were guarding the door and even making noises with the concierge.
“Brother Huan, why are you here?” Feng Ziying was surprised to see Jia Huan at the door. He thought Jia Huan was causing trouble here, but it was obviously impossible.
Jia Huan bowed politely and said, "Brother Feng, I just came here and saw a few barbarians making a noise here, clamoring to see you. The concierge told him that you were not here, but they refused to leave and insisted on being here. I'm waiting to see you at the door, and you'll be back just in time."
“Huawai barbarian?” Feng Ziying laughed. Where did this Huawai barbarian from Dazhou come from? Mongols, Jurchens, Annan people, Dongwu people? Or are they the Mughals in Western Xinjiang?
Feng Ziying's figure coming on horseback also attracted the attention of those people.
Feng Ziying's eyes also fell on these people. He got off his horse and looked at these people up and down.
The first man was tall, with a broad face and a round nose. He looked in his early thirties. He was dressed as a Han Chinese, but he looked powerful.
The other man next to him is about a few years younger. He is short and stocky, with thin eyebrows and narrow eyes. He looks a bit like a Mongolian.
Both men have thick hands and big feet, and their hands are thickly calloused. They are obviously experienced riders or skilled in using weapons.
Of course, the most eye-catching figure is the figure next to the two men. He is shrouded in a black cloak with an obvious inland style, and his figure cannot be seen. He wears a craft hat made of coir raincoat leaves on his head. A faint tawny luster bloomed under the afterglow of the setting sun.
This kind of hat is sold in the south goods store in the capital city. Some scholars in the capital city who admire the masters of the world like to get one and wear it with a cloak and a long sword. Well, it's a bit like the artistic conception of a house full of flowers and drunkenness with three thousand guests and a sword shining in the fourteen states.
But this one obviously didn't go for the aura of a martial arts hero. Look at the black veil hanging down, and the looming part of the cloak propped up on the waist. It's clearly a weapon, and that one is the one who really kills people. Guy, this guy is more like a killer assassin who kills people in ten steps and leaves no trace at all?
If they are not Mongols, they should be Jurchens. This is Feng Ziying’s judgment.
Japanese or Koreans would not dress like this. Even if they change into Han clothes, they prefer to wear styles from the south of the Yangtze River, such as green shirts, folding fans, and Eguan Bo belts; nor can they be from Annan, Dongwu, and Sulu. People from Nanyang have different skin and appearance; it is unlikely that they are Mughals, whose characteristics are deep-set eyes and whiter skin.
Just this is a woman? That figure is too tall, maybe about 1.8 meters, right? At least 1.78 meters.
Even You Er You San, who has mixed blood, is inferior. In this era, it is rare for men to have such a stature.
"You want to see me? Why don't you follow the rules?" Feng Ziying frowned slightly and threw the reins to Baoxiang.
“Sir, we are not from the Zhou Dynasty,…”
"I don't care if you are from Dazhou or not. This is Dazhou. You should abide by the rules of Dazhou. You should follow the rules of Dazhou, be polite, ask for names when posting, be first come, first served, and meet guests of your choice. This is the master's right." Feng Ziying said calmly, while Go straight to the corner door.
“Master Feng!” Buyangu was anxious.
This trip finally asked about where Fengfu was. He stayed here for an afternoon. He did not like everyone else to vote for a post and went back to wait.
He knows very well that even if he imitates these people and makes good posts and sends them in, people may not want to see savages like him.
In Honglu Temple, he was cheated of countless gold dust by those officials and minor officials, but he could not even see a truly decent official. This made him gain wisdom. If he wanted to find it, he should go directly to the real master. Only by finding key figures can the goal be achieved.
They were about to enter the corner gate when they saw Feng Ziying. Buyangu and Delgre were anxious. Once they entered, they didn't know when they would see this person. They couldn't wait any longer.
Both Buyangu and Delgrad subconsciously rushed forward, not because they wanted to do anything, but because they wanted to block Feng Ziying. However, Baoxiang was gently pushed by Delgrad and was beaten on the ground. He rolled and fell flat on his back.
Feng Ziying was also surprised. He did not expect that these barbarians would dare to cause violence in the capital city. This was the first time he had seen them.
Seeing Buyangu rushing forward, Feng Ziying linked her arms and raised her fists, then put on a stance.
Buyangu was also stunned and quickly stood up. He did not want to fight with this adult.
He is the number one warrior in the Yehe tribe. Even warriors like Delgrad who are said to be invincible in all over the Haixi can only bow their heads in front of him, but what's the use of having higher martial arts skills? Facing the charge of thousands of troops on the battlefield, they all turned into pulp.
The man in black behind Buyangu moved.
A bright black sword shadow turned into a ball of black light and met the sword shadow. "Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!" The white sword shadow and the black sword light were entangled and collided continuously.
The electric light intertwined, and the two figures also stretched and hovered in the air, and finally fell down.
Liu Xianglian looked at the woman in front of him who was still wearing a veil and hat with some surprise. Well, he was sure it was a woman.
The opponent's weapon is a very rare full-moon scimitar, which is extremely rare in the Central Plains. The blade is not long, the blade is wide and the back is thick. The hand guard has a beautiful arc, and it is even wrapped with silver wire and has a lotus-shaped wrist guard. Wrapped, it's quite outstanding.
"Who are you and why are you attacking the imperial officials here?" Liu Xianglian pressed down her sword and asked with a sharp look.
Buyangu and Delgler were immediately anxious. They had never thought of attacking Zhou officials in the capital city, but they just took a bigger step in their impatience.
Who would have known that this person would show his sword as soon as he appeared on the scene, and Bushyamara was eager to save her brother, so she naturally ignored him.
"Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. How dare we have such rebellious and unethical intentions?" Buyangu quickly raised his fists and bowed deeply, "It's just that we outsiders don't know much about the etiquette of the Central Plains. Because we are eager to see you, you are so eager to see us. I lost my sense of proportion for a moment, please forgive me..."
Feng Ziying could tell that this man who was learning to speak Chinese was also a master of martial arts. Looking at the thick joints and the calm aura in his movements, he also knew that this man had been immersed in martial arts for many years, and she was afraid that he would still be a master of martial arts. He is really no match for the opponent.
But Brother Liu should still be fine. As for the Valkyrie, Feng Ziying looked up and down.
Based on her previous level of swordsmanship, Feng Ziying knew that she was far from her opponent. Even You San might be inferior, and only Liu Xianglian could match him.
"Then who are you?" Liu Xianglian probably noticed something and asked again in a deep voice.
Both Buyangu and Delgre looked embarrassed. There were so many people around here. If their identities were revealed and spread, I am afraid that Jianzhou Jurchen's spies in the capital city would soon know about it, and maybe they would be killed. It will bring trouble to Ye Hebu.
Even so, Buyangu was worried whether his party would be noticed by the all-pervasive Jurchen spies from Jianzhou. It would be hard to tell if there was such a big commotion today.
Feng Ziying thought for a moment and said, "Brother Liu, please take them into the outer courtyard first."
Struggling around here is definitely not an option. These guys are really a bit overbearing and insist on seeing what they want. He really can't figure out where these guys come from.
The accent has the flavor of being outside the Great Wall, like a Mongolian, but which one is it?
Chahar people, Tumut people, or Ordos people? Could it be that something happened to Lin Dan Batur, or maybe Bushitu and Su Nang were fighting again, but why did he come to find him?
It's a good thing that I caught up with Liu Xianglian here, otherwise I would have been slapped in the face by these savages. Even with this level of personal martial arts, it would be unpleasant, and maybe these savages would underestimate him.
Entering the mansion, Feng Ziying changed into a loose casual robe.
There are still Feng You and others in the house, so they are not afraid of any accidents.
Although his personal martial arts skills are not as good as Liu Xianglian's, when it comes to actual fighting, Feng You's fighting and killing experience is much stronger, and may not be inferior to Liu Xianglian's.
When he came to the reception room, Liu Xianglian was accompanying him. Feng Ziying didn't believe that these people would do anything evil when they arrived at his house. If they were really assassins, why would they need to act like this?
Thinking of this, Feng Ziying couldn't help but think about whether she should also consider her own safety.
You San can’t be by his side all the time, and Liu Xianglian is not in this profession. Maybe he should look for something?
It's a bit exaggerated for him to seek bodyguards from the sixth rank. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is usually the senior officials of the fourth rank who have such bodyguards. After all, the supreme king of the palace is in the local area. When you do something, you will inevitably offend some local gangsters. If you have bad intentions, it's hard to say.
In this capital city, there seems to be little need for even an ordinary minister, at least at the level of minister, so Long Jinwei has made arrangements.
Seeing Feng Ziying come in, the three of them were a little nervous.
They have been in the capital city for so long, and this is the first time they have really seen an official from Da Zhou. Although they don’t know the official’s character or how capable he is, it’s just that he is the one who is about to take office as the general manager of Ji Liao. The son of General Feng Bing deserves such attention and respect.
Seeing that the three people were a little embarrassed, Feng Ziying laughed. These guys were so reckless and wild outside, but now they came in, they were trapped and couldn't let go.
“Well, now you can always tell me who you are and why you want to see me, right?” Feng Ziying sat down and raised her hand to signal them to sit down.
"Sir, we are Buyangu, Delgre from the Yehe tribe outside the Pass,..." Buyangu clasped his fists and said in a deep voice. He didn't know if this little Feng master knew the name Yehe tribe. Maybe these people from the Great Zhou Dynasty Have the officials never heard of Ye Hebu’s name?
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