The whole room sighed, and then the young man said again: "Let me tell you something rare, but don't get under the table after hearing this."

"Second Master, look at what you said. Although my brothers are not in the army and cannot go into battle to kill thieves, they are not cowards! Don't you think so?"

"that is!"

"Give me a musket and kill that bastard named Zhao with one shot!"

"Look at what you're capable of! You're not afraid of blowing off the roof when you brag." The young man was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "You all know that the Rakshasa invaded last year, right?"

"I know, isn't it just Hong Mao? Didn't the copy say that they were all beaten back?"

"A bunch of barbarians. According to me, we should kill all those Rakshasa guys in Dongzhimen!"

"Oh, it's such a good thing. Lao Min, you should say something when the time comes. It's not a big deal for the brothers to help out."

"Stop, stop, stop! Shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say first."

Ruan Yuan heard this so funny that he covered his mouth and didn't dare to say anything. Then he heard the young man continue: "What the hell, even Qiqihar almost lost it when he was beaten back. To tell you the truth, it was the one named Zhao who took him away."

With 600 soldiers, we killed more than 10,000 Rakshasas in one battle, and even captured a major general."

After saying this, there was a sudden silence in the room next door. Ruan Yuan and Huang Rong here were also stunned, looking at each other, thinking that six hundred is less than ten thousand, are these still human beings?

At this time, Ruan and Huang wanted to listen again. There was a sound of sandalwood board in the courtyard, and then someone in the next room said: "Shi Baozhu is coming out!"

Ruan Yuan and Huang Rong walked to the window, pulled up the curtain, and saw two people in opera robes walking out of the third moon door.

Both of them looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. The one in the lead was dressed as a scholar and looked very delicate and handsome. The one following him had frowning eyebrows, clear eyes, and pink cheeks.

There were still two drunken dimples on his body, he lowered his head and held his hands with half a smile, his body was graceful and his steps were graceful.

When the two of them entered the greenhouse, the man behind him raised his head, glanced at the two wings and the main room opposite, and smiled slightly.

"Okay!" The spectators in the houses outside the greenhouse cheered.

Ruan Yuan looked at the man carefully and saw that the man's snow-skinned face and charming eyes were becoming more and more radiant and graceful.

He couldn't help blurting out: "Brother Zhengqi, isn't this a woman?"

"This is Shi Baozhu, a real man." Huang Rong, who was standing next to him, smiled slightly, and then murmured slowly: "The God of Feng is a willow-colored lotus, so we meet each other with a beautiful smile. All good things are taken by everyone.

The singing is beginning to change and the wine is beginning to become stronger..."

Before Huang Rong could finish speaking, he heard the drums in the greenhouse gently playing and the melodious sound of the flute. Shi Baozhu raised his sleeves and sang along with the sound of the flute.

"When the morning comes, the green sleeves are cool, and the bed is wrapped in smoke. I wake up from a drowsy sleep and raise my eyebrows tiredly. I am lazy to urge the parrot to call for the fragrance of plum blossoms. The red door is quietly closed, the curtains are spread out, and he is allowed to let his prince and grandson's horses neigh and the green poplar trees are covered. The locks in the dream are lush, and I am afraid of being blown away by the east wind.
Chapter completed!