"Compensation... Compensation?" Yan Biao's face was a little whiter than the song girl who was slapped with white powder. Changsun Hong's blood-splattered face was just a step away from the front, looking at himself and sneered. A chill that had never felt before was cold from the top of his head to the heels, arises through his bones and trembles all over his body.

He felt that as long as he had a slight change, the person wearing a green official robe would not take into account his identity and would kill someone with his hands raised.

The huge bottom floor of Chunfeng Tower was full of moaning people. Many people couldn't get up and didn't know if they died. The strangers were dealing with each other's wounds, with a relaxed expression and no concern.

These people are tough guys, desperate people.

His legs were so weak that he could not stand firmly, and he was trembling.

The arrogant and arrogant arrogance of Lin'an is just a cover of a prominent identity. Without this identity, Yan Biao is just a good-looking gangster.

He wanted to carry his sister out and shouted loudly: "Concubine Yan's younger brother is here, who dares to do anything randomly? He doesn't kneel down and kowtow!"

But this very imposing sentence turned a few times in his throat, and when the other party stared indifferently and his body was approaching with threatening faces, it turned into two words of stammering.

"Yes, compensation." Changsun Hong said, nodding, and stretching out his hand to wipe his face.

This action seemed inadvertent, but it caused Yan Biao to have a great misunderstanding.

He was going to hit him because Changsun Hong was going to hit him.

The trembling legs could no longer support his body. His knees became weak. He knelt down, his mouth trembled, and shouted repeatedly: "No, no, no, no!"

Changsun Hong was stunned for a moment, and his hand wiping his face stopped. After thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing and showed a white teeth.

He also squatted down and kept looking parallel to Yan Biao's gaze.

"This incident today is actually a misunderstanding. We are here to have a meal. Your subordinates will hit people when they come up, but it is wrong for him." Changsun Hong said patiently, as if he was a big brother who taught his younger brother a lesson.

"Look, you've hurt so many people, and if you continue to make trouble, it's hard to deal with it. Why don't you talk about it and see if there is any way to finish this matter? Your name is Mr. Yan, right? What's the backstage?"

Yan Biao looked at Changsun Hong, and in fear, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"Don't this person know me?" he thought, was it an outsider?

This must be the case, otherwise how dare you treat yourself like this? On the ground of Lin'an, who dares not give yourself face as long as you are an official?

His trembling legs slowly returned to their original state, and his face turned pale due to fear gradually became a little bloody. Although it was still a little difficult to get up, Yan Biao's fear was no longer so strong in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and tried to keep himself as a playboy in a natural manner. Then he overcame his facial muscles that were twitching with the murderous face of the green-robed official, and said hatefully: "I am Yan Biao, a member of the Ministry of Works, and my sister is the most beloved concubine of today. You hurt me, this matter is not that easy to forget!"

"Oh, Concubine Yan." Changsun Hong's mind turned around. In history, it seemed that Emperor Lizong did have Concubine Yan, who was an extremely strong competitor of Jia Sidao's sister Concubine Jia. Concubine Jia should have died of illness today. Concubine Yan will soon dominate the harem, becoming the most favored concubine of Lizong.

"Hmph, are you scared?" Looking at Changsun Hong's thoughtful look, Yan Biao believed more and more confidently that this green-robed official must be a small official from other places who was ignorant of the sky and earth. He was reckless and reckless, frightened himself without knowing it. He was a naughty man.

He swallowed, held his hand on the ground, intending to get up and shake his majesty again.

"The emperor's brother-in-law, you have to compensate him." Changsun Hong pressed his shoulder and smiled with a slight and sunshine, saying, "You said it too, it's not that easy."

"Bold!" Yan Biao finally became angry and roared: "Who are you? How dare you be so rude! I am Concubine Yan's younger brother and royal relative, what do you want to do?!"

He was pressed to the ground, unable to stand up but his voice was stern and stern.

"I said, I am Telangpu." Changsun Hong said seriously: "You can call me Mr. Te, I am a guest from overseas."

"Nonsense! You are wearing an official robe from the Song Dynasty!" Although Yan Biao is a playboy, he is not a fool.

"This is not important, what is important is this." Changsun Hong turned his head and greeted the side.

Yang Xiaolei came over, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to him.

There are some ink marks on the paper, which look like it has just been written.

"Here, Mr. Yan, take a look at this and copy it. By the way, you can read it, right? That's good." Changsun Hong stuffed the paper into Yan Biao's hand and said kindly: "Come on, the paper and the pen and ink are ready."

Yan Biao was puzzled. The plot was so strange that it turned out. Why did he write?

He looked at Changsun Hong suspiciously, and Changsun Hong gave him a gentle smile.

Yan Biao's hair was standing up all over his body, so he quickly lowered his head and went to look at the words on the paper.

"He is in Shandong and is in Wu, and he sighs. If he is so arrogant at the time, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao as a man."

What's special?

It doesn't sound very rhyme.

As a playboy, it is normal for you to not like reading and hate learning. As a standard playboy, Yan Biao, of course, executes this article extremely firmly.

So of course he didn't read much. "The Legend of Xuanhe" published during the Southern Song Dynasty was an early version of "Water Margin". Although it was a novel, the playboy would not read it. It was a long passage of classical Chinese, and I couldn't understand how to read it.

Yan Biao naturally had never read this anti-poem written by Song Jiang. After reading it at this time, he didn't think it was like this with his cultural level.

Isn't it just a poem?

However, the playboy's self-esteem made him refuse to copy.

Yan Biao had a gloomy face and said decisively: "I won't write it! You'd better take your hand away, otherwise... When my people come, you won't be able to take it away! I tell you, don't think that if you wear an official robe, I can't do anything to you. There are so many officials I've beaten on this street!"

"Don't write?" Changsun Hong frowned, reached out and took the sharp knife he picked up on the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Biao wanted to move back vigilantly.

Changsun Hong's hand was firmly clasped on his shoulders, so that he could not move a little bit. He took the knife and inserted it cleanly between Yan Biao's legs sitting on the ground.

"Bang!"

The blade was pressed against Yan Biao's key part and entered the ground three points.

Yan Biao stared at the crotch in a daze, as stupid as a wooden chicken.

The sharpness of the blade seemed to be slowly rubbing against the flesh. As long as you go a little further inside, Yan Biao could become a colleague with Dong Songchen.

"Sorry, I'm a little bit off." Changsun Hong apologized, pulled out the knife, and the blade rubbed against the flesh again.

"I must have seen it this time." Changsun Hong raised his knife and expressed his opinion.

"Bold! Big..." Yan Biao yelled hysterically and struggled violently: "You are a fucking crazy! I am...ah!"

The knife was as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder. This time it was inserted very accurately. Even through the fabric of the clothes, it accurately pierced into Yan Biao's groin, that is, the base of his thighs, and a deep hole was cut in the flesh, and blood suddenly burst out.

Yan Biao started to scream like a pig.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It hurts so much!

Changsun Hong pulled out the knife, stood up, raised it and looked at the blood dripping from the blade, sighed and said, "Look, what are you doing? I'm twitching again."

Then he looked at Yan Biao, who was holding his thighs and screaming in pain, and his eyes searched up and down.

Yan Biao's face turned pale, and Changsun Hong's malicious eyes were as sharp as the knife in his hand. Looking at him like that, it seemed that he would chop off the knife again at any time.

Where is he going to chop?

"Just write it, it's not a big deal." Yang Xiaolei squatted down, squatted beside Yan Biao, and said quietly: "This master is a life-thinking master. If you don't follow his wishes, you will not be a man in the future."

Not a man?

What is that?

Yan Biao clamped his thighs and shivered like a sieve of rice.

"It's okay if you write it." Yang Xiaolei handed over the paper and pen, like a white-faced guest in a pyramid scheme.

"........write, I write." Yan Biao looked at the door of Chunfeng Tower in despair, only blamed his own people for clearing the scene so thoroughly just now. Everyone outside knew that Mr. Yan was going to treat him to a banquet here, and strangers avoided him. Now he didn't even dare to get close to him. No matter how loud he shouted inside, he couldn't hear it outside.

The sun is hanging outside, the wind is bright, the autumn street scene has colorful leaves, and the leaves float above the heads of pedestrians on the street, dancing with the wind. People are bustling, enjoying the prosperity of the city and the prosperity of the prosperous times, birds are chirping and crowds are laughing.

No one knows that a ridiculous drama is happening in Chunfeng Tower.

The playboy Yan Biao copied Song Jiang's anti-poem with a hesitant word.

After that, Changsun Hong did not give up. He pulled Yan Biao's fingers, stuck some red blood casually, and pressed his handprints under the anti-poem written in his hand.

"It's done." Changsun Hong let out a breath, dried the ink mark with satisfaction, put away the piece of paper handwritten by Yan Biao, and then left his sample for him.

"You probably can't understand the poem written on it, but it doesn't matter. When you go back, find a gentleman to take a look. Remember that you must be a gentleman who can trust and don't show it to others casually, otherwise you will be beheaded."

"If you understand, think about it again. If you forget about it today, do you just forget about it or continue to make trouble. Think clearly." Changsun Hong smiled, made a neck wiping action, and then led the person and whistled through the back door.

In the blink of an eye, he walked cleanly, leaving behind a mess-like Chunfeng Tower and Yan Biao who was wailing with his thighs.
Chapter completed!