Chapter 90 Jianhu City
Zhao Changhe's charge completely overwhelmed the enemies who besieged Han Wubing.
Han Wu Bing had killed so many people outnumbered, so he was holding on for breath. He felt that Han Wu Bing had reached the end of his strength and had to kill them, so he gritted his teeth and continued.
As a result, a strong man leapt onto the horse and charged into the battle. The momentum of the sword alone could make people's legs go numb, and what kind of beating...
No one noticed that Zhao Changhe himself was exhausted and no longer had the will to fight. They shouted one by one and ran away without a trace in an instant.
Zhao Changhe thought there was going to be a hard fight, but he was a little dumbfounded when he saw this and holding the knife: "Am I so scary?"
Han Wubing smiled: "Yes, you are very scary."
"A group of idiots who dared to attack the fifth level of the entrance were scared away by a fourth level. Tsk." Zhao Changhe got off his horse and sat on the ground tiredly: "Hey, how many days are left until the beginning of summer?"
Han Wubing also sat weakly beside him and counted: "There are still seven days, you came very early."
"Seven days." Zhao Changhe turned around and looked at him for a while: "How are you recovering from your seven-day injury?"
“It’s basically a skin injury. It looks bloody. But if there is good medicine, it will heal quickly. Three days is enough.”
Zhao Changhe smacked his lips in pain: "In other words, after your injury is healed, we have to stay here for four days with nothing to do? The Beginning of Summer is a bit late... uh..."
As soon as he thought of his girlfriend, he stopped talking.
Xia Chichi, who was voyeuristic, suddenly became smiling.
Han Wubing didn't know why he suddenly stopped talking, and said: "It doesn't matter if you wait four more days. There are still some things in Jianhu City, you can go shopping. Or if you want to find a sword... Oh, you use a sword, there shouldn't be any. interest."
"Even if I'm not interested in using a sword, Yang Yang said that the Cui family can't be found, so who can find it? How about those idiots just now?" Zhao Changhe said: "Is your sword broken? I advise you not to do it either. Once you find it, just go to the city and buy a good one."
Han Wubing said: "I didn't intend to look for him in the first place."
"Okay." Zhao Changhe stood up and said, "Get on the horse and take you to the city to rest first."
Han Wubing didn't show any pretense and just got on the horse.
God knows that two people who seemed to be on good terms and riding together had the intention of having a duel in a few days.
What’s even more bizarre is that from beginning to end, the two fools never thought that since everyone had arrived, hadn’t the so-called competition time been changed by themselves? You can advance a few days in advance if you want. Why do you have to wait for the beginning of summer...
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Jianhu City.
It was just a lakeside town a long time ago. Needless to say, now it is a super big city, more prosperous than the state cities here, but what is different from other cities is that the institutional specifications are still like a town, with no city walls and no guards. , there is no city entry tax.
So it became more and more prosperous.
Zhao Changhe rode in, curious as a baby, he was looking at how the street scene compared with Qinghe. Not far away, a fragrant breeze hit his nostrils, and a well-dressed madam came up to him: "Oh, this young master, do you want to come to us?" Rest in the flower building? Our girl is the most beautiful in the city, and she is good at playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, calligraphy and painting..."
Zhao Changhe: "...Is there anyone who is the best at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting in the Tang Dynasty?"
The old bustard was dumbfounded: "That doesn't exist."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Forget it then, let's go practice again."
Han Wubing laughed out loud.
Zhao Changhe rode his horse forward and said: "The brothel cows here, we are covered in blood, they don't care at all, they still solicit customers."
Han Wubing said, "You'll know if you stay for another two days."
Zhao Changhe knows it now without having to stay for two days.
There was a brothel again in front, and there were people fighting directly at the door. By the time Zhao Changhe wanted to watch the fun, they had already killed people.
Several turtle men came out to carry the person away, and the brothel continued to operate as if nothing had happened.
This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn to be dumbfounded: "What is the Yamen here doing?"
Han Wubing was also dumbfounded. I am just a charlatan. I don’t know.
Zhao Changhe had a headache: "Is there a demon-suppressing department?"
This Han Wubing knows a lot: "On the surface, there is no government office, but in fact, there is one. I don't know which private house or even a brothel or gambling house is there."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Where did you live before?"
“I didn’t live in the city before, and I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to find me, so I built a hut next to the tomb in the bamboo forest by the lake.”
“Does that mean you can just find a place?” Zhao Changhe glanced at a larger inn at the end of the street. The owner’s plaque read “Feel at Home”. Someone was leading a horse through the side door, and it looked like there was a stable behind it. He went straight over and said, "That's it. Shopkeeper, do you have a private courtyard? Help me take care of my horse."
The waiter came up to us: "Your Majesty, you are discerning. We have the best stables and the best grass here! I'm not just talking about the horses, but also the horses used in the beds, which are also the best grass."
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Han Wubing: “…”
The waiter observed the words and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you want to find someone without a horse? You can't find that. Everyone has one. If you don't have one, how can you attract customers? Hey, when you are away from home, everyone comes here..."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Changhe knew that he might not be able to find a horseless person here, so he said, "Is there a private courtyard?"
"Yes, sir, come this way, please rest first. I will ask the girls to come over and show you the horse."
Zhao Changhe said angrily: "No, we need to be clean and don't let unnecessary people disturb us."
The waiter's eyes wandered back and forth between Zhao Changhe and Han Wubing, and he showed an ambiguous smile: "I understand."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, the waiter had already retreated.
He turned his head stupidly to look at Han Wubing: "What does he mean?"
Han Wubing said expressionlessly: "It's not interesting."
"Grass." Zhao Changhe pointed to the room next to the single courtyard: "Ganggungu, you have defeated me in my reputation. It's unlucky."
Han Wubing entered the room with a straight face. Damn it, if this really spreads, your reputation will be ruined, but my reputation will not be ruined?
I heard that any woman who comes into contact with Zhao Changhe will become unlucky. Unexpectedly, even men can’t escape it!
Come to think of it, this Zhao Changhe looked like a rough and tumble king, but he turned out to be so pure that even the brothel girl didn't dare to touch him, and his face turned a little red when he looked at him.
Han Wubing is a bit funny. He seems indifferent, but in fact he has gone to a brothel to deal with his loneliness. Unexpectedly, Zhao Changhe, who everyone thinks is a gangster, is actually the purest Jianghu guest.
Just as he was applying medicine to his wounds and taking a rest, Han Wubing's ears suddenly twitched and he stretched out his hand to hold the broken sword.
There were very light footsteps outside the courtyard, and his sensitivity could even smell a little fragrance.
Foreign enemies? still…
Han Wubing quietly glanced out of the window, but he saw the back of an extremely graceful woman standing outside Zhao Changhe's house opposite, knocking on the door softly.
Zhao Changhe's angry voice came from inside the house: "Damn I told you not to disturb people's purity, get out of here!"
The woman whispered softly: "I know that the guest officer is not a womanizer, so I feel good about dressing up in women's clothes for the guest officer."
Han Wu Bing's hair stood on end.
What made people's hair stand on end was that there was a commotion in the room opposite. Even the table was knocked. Then the door of the room opened with a bang, and Zhao Changhe stuck his head out, showing an expression of extreme surprise. Then he glanced at Han Wubing's house with some caution, then suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the "brother dressed in women's clothing" into the house.
Han Wubing hugged his knees and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling that the place he was in was more dangerous than being besieged.
I thought everyone was being victimized by gossip, but I didn’t expect you to be true!
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(End of this chapter)