Water Margin: You dog official, you still say you don’t know martial arts?

Chapter 885 Yang Xiong: I have a bold idea [1 more]

Although Pan Qiaoyun had nothing in her hands, she had a young monk following her.

This young monk had a handsome appearance, but his eyes were shiny and shifty, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Pan Qiao Yun returned home with her maid Ying'er and the young monk. Just as they were about to close the door, a blade suddenly stabbed in and got stuck right between the two doors. The monk was so scared that he screamed "Oh my God!"

"Brother, don't panic, it's me!"

Yang Xiong pushed the door open, then quickly closed it, bolted it, and pushed the young monk inside.

The young monk looked at Yang Xiong and Pan Qiao Yun in panic, but was eventually pushed into the inner room.

Yang Xiong recognized the young monk.

The young monk was named Pei Ruhai. He was a junior official in the Pei family's woolen shop. He became a monk in Bao'en Temple and his Buddhist name was Hai Gong.

Pei Ruhai worshipped Pan Qiaoyun's father, Mr. Pan, as his godfather, so Pan Qiaoyun called him senior brother.

Because of this relationship, Pei Ruhai often visited Yang Xiong's home.

Yang Xiong pushed everyone into the inner room, looked at Pan Qiaoyun and then at Pei Ruhai:
"Brother, how can you travel with my wife?"

Pan Qiaoyun squeezed her legs together and said calmly:

"Sir, Ying'er and I were stopped by the Jin soldiers when we went out!

"The Jin soldiers wanted to capture us, but fortunately our senior brother came across us, saved us, and escorted us home..."

"That's it, thank you so much, senior brother!"

Yang Xiong had no doubts.

Jizhou is now in chaos, and the streets are indeed full of Jin soldiers arresting people indiscriminately.

Pan Qiaoyun and Pei Ruhai looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Pan Qiaoyun asked back, "Sir, why did you come back from outside?
"Where are your two brothers?

"Why is the house such a mess?"

"Ugh--"

Yang Xiong smiled bitterly and shook his head:

“It’s a long story.

"I'm hungry. Give me some dry food at home."

After Pei Ruhai left, Yang Xiong told Pan Qiaoyun everything that had happened:

"After you left, the Jin soldiers came to our house, blah blah blah...

"Luckily I walked fast, but unfortunately those two brothers also died..."

Pan Qiaoyun blinked:
"No problem!
"As long as you are safe and sound, I will be relieved!"

"My lady, you are so kind..."

Yang Xiong's heart was burning with passion. He opened his arms and hugged Pan Qiaoyun and said:

"My lady, I have a bold idea..."

Pan Qiaoyun opened her eyes wide: "Sir, what do you want to do?"

Yang Xiong told Pan Qiaoyun his idea:
"This is the only way to save them!"

Pan Qiaoyun grabbed Yang Xiong's chest and said worriedly:
"Sir, is this dangerous..."

"Don't worry, my lady!"

Yang Xiong kissed Pan Qiaoyun on her sexy lips:
"It's not advisable to stay here for long, you and Ying'er should go to Bao'en Temple to seek refuge with Senior Brother first!
"I'll pick you up after this is done..."

What does it taste like?
Yang Xiong frowned, but he still didn't dare to ask Pan Qiaoyun. His wife couldn't say anything...

Pan Qiaoyun reluctantly pulled Yang Xiong's sleeve:

"My dear, please be careful. I'll be waiting for you at Bao'en Temple!
"If you don't come, I won't leave!"

This sentence made Yang Xiong feel so warm inside that he almost cried:
"My lady, I will definitely come!"

When Yang Xiong left home, Pan Qiaoyun took Ying'er and ran all the way to Baoen Temple...

……

It was originally the residence of the Jizhou prefect, and now it is occupied by Wanyan Lahan, the second prince of the Jin Dynasty.

Since Jizhou was occupied for a short time, Lahan's family had not yet moved in, so the mansion was empty.

"This old fourth one..."

Lahan, with his hands behind his back and a bulging belly, walked in the yard with a heavy heart:
"It should have arrived a long time ago. Could it be that he has noticed something..."

A little fan following behind him continued:
"Your Highness, most likely the Fourth Prince was delayed on the way."

Lahan nodded and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Jindanzi?" The young Black Lion general was Wanyan Jindanzi, the son of the eldest prince Nianhan.

Holding a pair of purple gold hammers for beating drums, he is so brave that no one can match him.

At the age of ten, he is already the bravest warrior of the Great Jin Kingdom!

Xiaofan: "No."

Lahan hummed nonchalantly and was about to say something else when suddenly someone climbed over the wall.

"who?"

"There are assassins!"

"Escort——"

The guards around Lahan rushed forward in a swarm.

The man threw the knife to the ground and surrendered, only shouting:

"Don't misunderstand me, I have something important to report to the Second Prince!"

Huh?
Lahan was curious, so he waved his hand, and the guards put a knife to the man's neck and brought him over.

"I am the Second Prince."

Lahan looked this "assassin" up and down:
His eyebrows were long, his eyes were facing the sky, his face was pale yellow, and he looked very ill!

Lahan asked him, "What important matter do you want to report to me?"

The "assassin" was Yang Xiong. Yang Xiong lowered his voice and reminded:
“Second Prince, this matter is of great importance!
"To prevent the news from leaking out, please ask your Highness to dismiss all the outsiders!"

Lahan frowned and waved his hand, so most of the guards retreated, leaving only a few loyal guards.

Several loyal men crossed their swords and locked Yang Xiong's neck. Lahan then stepped forward with confidence and asked:

"What happened?"

Yang Xiong whispered: "Second Prince, I am the envoy of Yan State..."

……

Snowing.

As Jizhou was temporarily under curfew, there were no idle people on the streets, and only two lanterns were occasionally lit on the street.

Under the dim light, snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and the sky and the earth were pure white.

"Clap clap clap..."

Lahan took Yang Xiong and hurried to the crossroads. In order to avoid being seen, he did not even dare to ride a horse.

Dozens of people jogged silently, leaving two lines of black footprints on the white ground.

Lahan had to hurry and release Liu Gao's envoy, because Wuzhu would arrive in Jizhou soon.

If Wuzhu knew that he had colluded with Liu Gao, he would lose more than he gained...

Even if Wuzhu didn't know, it would be bad if Jindanzi knew, so he had to hide it from others.

When they arrived at the crossroads, Lahan ordered people to quickly let Song Jiang, Wu Yong and Chao Gai down from the flagpole.

Song Jiang and Wu Yong were hung for a whole day. They were cold and hungry, and it snowed heavily. They were half dead already.

There was only a thin layer of blood left in Chao Gai's blood groove.

The three of them collapsed in the snow, stiff and unable to move.

Yang Xiong stepped forward and asked them in a low voice:
"This is the Second Prince of the Kingdom of Jin. Where is the handwriting of the King of Yan?"

When Song Jiang and Wu Yong saw that Lahan's posture did not seem fake, they looked at each other and Wu Yong nodded.

Song Jiang forced himself to sit up, took off his clothes with trembling hands, and untied his tight red bellyband.

At Song Jiang's signal, Yang Xiong drew his knife and cut open his red bellyband, and sure enough, there was a letter inside.

Yang Xiong handed the letter to Lahan with both hands. Song Jiang opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said tremblingly:

"Second Prince, this is the handwriting of Prince Yan..."

A guard took Liu Gao's letter, checked it and handed it to Lakhan.

Lahan opened the letter excitedly:

Does this count as me running towards Liu Gao in a two-way manner?

"boom--"

At this moment, the doors of the shops around the street were suddenly kicked open, and countless people in black poured out!

(End of this chapter)