Zhao Hao slowly turned his head and saw another group of people coming beside him at some point.

The green curtain warms the sedan chair, the big horse came out of money, more than twenty domestic slaves holding water and fire sticks, and two vicious guards carrying swords and swords. The formation is similar to that of Zhao Hao, but it is coming in a fierce manner, which is quite a bit like that of Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the green curtained warm sedan chair. He saw the curtain of the sedan chair lifting up, and a young man who was about the same age as him slowly walked out of the warm sedan chair.

The boy's figure is similar to his, but his physique is obviously much better than him. He is dressed in gorgeous clothes, with extremely extraordinary fabrics and workmanship; he looks soft and fair skin as white as jade, and a brightly blooming peony flower is inserted on his temples, which comes with a high spirit - in Zhao Hao's eyes, he is a sissy.

A pair of peach blossom eyes, a fancy look on his face, fair skin as white as jade, tall figure, weak willows like wind, and more importantly, there is a bright peony flower inserted beside his ears. Zhao Hao felt that if this person brought a piece of soap to a public bathhouse in later generations, he would definitely not be able to walk normally when he came out.

The sissy man walked out of the warm sedan chair with an exquisite handful of exquisite Yin Ruyi in his hand, bowed to Zhao Hao, and laughed: "Brother Zhao, what a coincidence!"

"Zheng Feng, force: 25; intelligence: 35; speed: 38; light skills: 10; reaction: 35; politics: 20; command: 15; health value: 70; favorability to the host: 10."

The attributes found by the system showed that this person and Zhao Hao were basically the same, but the health value was much higher, and the five favorability points clearly explained the relationship between the two.

At the same time, Zhao Hao clearly felt the slaves around him showing an uneasy look, except for Zhao Ji.

"Who is this person?" Zhao Haochao asked Liang Lie with an uneasy expression.

"The second son of the Zheng family has always had a bad relationship with the son and bullied others with his power..." Liang Lie was obviously used to Zhao Hao's amnesia and hurriedly reminded him.

In the Zheng Mansion of Jiangning, the Zheng family supported the current dynasty, the power was extraordinary. Zhao Hao has heard of it in the past few days. However, Zhao Hao keenly captured a message from Liang Lie's expression and the words "Bullying with power" - this sissy guy probably used to bully the original owner of this body before.

Before Zhao Hao could think about it, the other party saw that he had not replied for a long time, and his face showed a look of disdain. He turned around and shouted to the slave behind him: "Go, you always have to pay for one, choose two or three young people, smart ones, what the old officials want to use."

"Here!"

Four or five slaves rushed out of the opposite team and touched the crowd.

In dealing with such pretentious offenders, according to the old-fashioned plot, Zhao Hao's standard action should be to take out a piece of booster and bounce it on the opponent's face, or shoot it out with a thick phlegm, and then pull it off the warm sedan and beat it up. However, the distance between the two is too far, and the range of the booster and the thick phlegm is not enough. The most helpless thing is that his body may not be able to beat that sissy...

"I just want to know how many people will be rebelled against... If I beat this guy up, then that's the case?" Zhao Hao turned around and asked Liang Lie.

"Young master is a royal family. Even if the surname Zheng relies on the Queen's tree, as long as you don't get hurt, it will be nothing big. It's just that I can't beat you, but I've got Uncle Yun here today..."

Before Liang Lie finished speaking, Zhao Hao was already worried. Everyone was a big family in Jiangning Mansion and royal relatives. It was difficult to find out what the result was like fighting and quarrel among the juniors. The key was that his own group of dead slaves were useless, and Zhao Ji would not go out casually, so he was defeated every time.

"Uncle Yun, these people are all my favorites. Whoever dares to move half of them will break three legs for me!" Zhao Hao thought it through and shouted at Zhao Ji viciously.

Huh ~

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qi had already jumped up and disappeared in Zhao Hao's eyes like a ray of light and shadow, which shocked Zhao Hao.

Bang bang bang ~

It was straightforward and straightforward, and three Zheng Mansion slaves flew out. The standard posture of falling geese fell in front of Zheng Feng, humming and painful, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Zheng Feng's face changed drastically.

The rise of the Zheng family in Jiangning depends entirely on Empress Zheng. Zheng Shen, the current queen's father, was originally just a provincial official, but his father was appointed as the Grand Tutor, and was named Prince of Leping, and was a high-ranking official in Beijing. Zheng Shen's younger brother Zheng Jin was Zheng Feng's grandfather, who was more than teenager than Zheng Shen. He guarded Jiangning Mansion with his old man Zheng An, and devoted himself to doing business and making money.

Zheng Jin gave birth to two sons: the eldest son Zheng Qing, the son Zheng Ning and Zheng Feng; the second son Zheng Hong, the son Zheng Yu.

Zheng Feng was considered to be the nephew of Empress Zheng. There was an elder brother Zheng Ning, who was a famous young talent with excellent academic qualifications and academic performance in Jiangning Mansion. He was sent to the Imperial Academy in Bianjing early to further his studies. Naturally, he would become an official in the capital in the future and would rise to prominence. Therefore, the Jiangning Zheng Mansion was left with him and his cousin Zheng Yu, two legitimate sons, who were with the elders, and naturally were very favored and lawless, and became a domineering Jiangning.

The slaves around him were carefully selected and strong men, unlike the slaves around Zhao Hao who were fat, thin, tall and short. Especially the two guards of the Zheng Mansion, they were even more civilian masters who Zheng Feng invited. So every time they fought with Zhao Hao, although they dared not touch Zhao Hao himself, the slaves around Zhao Hao were beaten to cry and call him mother.

Both families are royal relatives. As long as they have not injured the main master, they usually hurt a slave and push the main master, they really can't argue. Moreover, although Zhao Hao is unruly and has done a lot of bullying and domineering the market, he does not like to fight bravely and never complain to his mother Xie Yun. The slaves are even more shameless to go to Xie Yun to talk to him. Otherwise, according to Xie Yun's temper, people would have to find the place back. Therefore, Zhao Hao could only suffer a loss. When he saw Zheng Feng, he could hide, and he could not hide, but could only give in.

Since Zheng Feng met Zhao Hao, this sick guy has been bullied by him, and he has to retreat every time he sees him. Now, for the first time in his life, he has been defeated by Zhao Hao, so how can Zheng Feng bear this tone in his heart?

"Yoho~ I'm against it, Wang Qiao, Ma Han, give it to me!" Zheng Feng shouted almost in a furious manner.

Wang Qiao, Martial power 66. Ma Han, Martial power 65... I thought it was a dynasty Ma Han...

Both the guards' generals were born tall and strong, extremely burly, and full of vicious faces. Standing on the street was enough to shock, and their military power was indeed considered masters, because Zhao Hao's slaves' military power were all below 45, and the military power of the two guards' generals was completely enough to crush the slaves around them.

The two Zhengfu generals looked at each other and rushed over without saying a word: one shouted and sang in the air and then kicked Zhao Ji's waist. The other danced a few sticks in his hand and pointed at Zhao Ji's head.

These two moves look extremely pleasant and pleasing to the eye, and Zhao Hao's eyes are straight. Damn this is the legendary ancient martial arts.

Zhao Ji also moved. There was no starting move. He saw his body shaking quickly for a few times. Then Wang Qiao was kicked to the ground with a splash, and then Ma Han's ankle was grabbed by Zhao Ji, and then he was thrown out. A dog chewing mud on the ground.

It was straightforward and neat, without any moves - at least Zhao Hao couldn't see any moves clearly, and two big men who looked like cows were knocked to the ground.

The two stood up in shame and annoyance. Without saying a word, they bowed to Zhao Ji, bowed to Zheng Feng, and then left, which was quite marvelous and beautiful.

Zheng Feng looked blankly at the two guards' backs of leaving, and after a long time he realized, his face turned blue and white. He turned back to look at the slaves around him, and they had long lost all morale. He was so proud that he didn't dare to look at the position where Zhao Ji was standing.

Zhao Ji stood upright and shouted in a deep voice: "I'm not happy to fight, let's take the rest together!"

As soon as the words were finished, the evil slaves not only did not step forward, but took a step back together.

Zheng Feng judged the situation and knew that he would definitely not be able to take advantage of it today. He turned his head angry and said to Zhao Hao viciously: "Zhao Hao, don't be arrogant. I offended this young master, you can see if you have some."

After saying that, he turned around angrily and got into the warm sedan chair, shouting in anger: "Get up the sedan chair!"

Zhao Hao smiled coldly and shouted loudly: "Let's wait!"

Failed to show off and leave if you want to be slapped in the face?

Zheng Feng obviously underestimated Zhao Hao's domineering aura, snorted coldly, put down the curtain of the sedan chair and sat back in the sedan chair.

"I'm still standing there, stopping me. No one can leave without my order!" Zhao Hao roared suddenly.

The slaves were always bullied and had already been holding back their anger. At this moment, they saw the momentum, and the young master supported him and became brave. They all carried water and fire sticks and rushed forward, huh-rai, and attacked the slaves in the Zheng Mansion with fierce attacks.

Those slaves in the Zheng family had long lost their momentum and dared not fight back. Occasionally, two of them were kicked over to the ground by Zhao Ji. After a while, they all lay on the ground and hummed, not daring to move anymore.

In the end, even the four sedan chairmen were beaten to the ground by Liang Lie and Li Hong.

Zhao Hao walked out of the warm sedan chair, and under Zhao Ji's escort, he came to Zheng Feng's warm sedan chair and lifted the curtain. Zheng Feng's face was pale, but he looked unwilling. He looked at Zhao Hao with resentment and said hissing: "Zhao Hao, I warn you that if you want to forgive others, otherwise you will avenge you in the future."

Zhao Hao stood in front of Zheng Feng with a swaying swaying in front of Zheng Feng's eyes a few times, then showed his white teeth, and said with a chuckling: "Boy, have you seen the big fist of a casserole? I'll spare you this time. I dare to be a slut next time. I will beat you once when I see you."

Zhao Ji was originally following Zhao Hao tightly. When he heard the words "The Big Fist of a Casserole", he unconsciously landed his gaze on Zhao Hao's shaking soft and weak fist, silently turned his head and looked into the distance.

After Zhao Hao finished speaking, he withdrew his light fist and took out his nose.

He has been feeling unwell recently and has a lot of boozes. He took out a large black lump and applied it to Zheng Feng's white cheeks.

"you……"

Zheng Feng looked at Zhao Hao's handsome and weak face in amazement, and suddenly felt that the other party had become so strange, so terrifying, and so charming. He wanted to say a few harsh words, but his voice was circling in his throat and he couldn't speak.

Seeing Zheng Feng and his group fleeing in a panic, Zhao Hao turned around and asked the slaves to carry the copper coins from the carriage and pay the money in turn according to households.

There is no need to say much about the refugees' gratitude and actions.

For the first time in his life, Zhao Hao felt what is true gratitude and what is true timely help.

It feels so good to do good deeds, not to mention that there are merits worthy of it.

Forty-one households, eighty-two stakes of money are like saving half of more than a hundred people. This time, the merit value increased by 2,060 points, and the reputation value also increased by 2,060 points - the system shows that the merit value is 2,175 and the reputation value is 2,675.

"Xiaoquan Pills: can increase health value by 1 point, only 5 pills can be taken within a year, exchange price: 200 merit value."

Zhao Hao exchanged 5 pills in one breath and used them all immediately. He felt a warm current flowing through his whole body, and then extended to his limbs and bones, and his whole body was comfortable. The feeling was simply more comfortable than... perhaps even greater than the health care.

Unfortunately, only 5 pieces can be used in a year. However, Zhao Hao clearly felt that his limbs were much stronger than before. At this moment, his health value had reached 41. Although he was still weak, the dizziness in his head had become much lighter.

All the refugees who were with their families received the rewards. After thanking each other for their gratitude, they finally bid farewell to Zhao Hao and were about to leave in all directions.

"Let's wait!"

A sudden shout came, which made Zhao Hao's face change.
Chapter completed!