Empress, your husband is invincible

"Whether you want to know or not, let me analyze with you the possibility of success for you people to steal grain seeds."

Ye Cheng continued to lower his head and whisper in his ear:

"There are only thirteen of you, even if you are all masters of the rivers and lakes.

But the one guarding Huangzhuang is one of the elite imperial guards of the imperial city.

And there are countless shadow guards all over the states, counties and counties in Daling.

As for the border, apart from a few passes, Marquis Wu even led an army of tens of thousands to station at the border...

By the way, you don't know that Marquis Wu just killed [-] Beimo cavalry, right?

Back to business, tell me, just the thirteen of you, with your grain seeds, even if you get by by chance, how are you supposed to escape back to Beimo? "

Zhuang Shuanglin glanced at him with a strange expression.

Others don't know, how can she not know how crappy the shadow guards are all over the place?
Moreover, Ren Mo Yuxie and the others indeed almost fled back to Beimo with sweet potatoes...

But wasn't it at a critical moment that you, Ye Cheng, stopped him with your own hands?

For a while, Zhuang Shuanglin really didn't know whether Ye Cheng was deliberately provoking Mo Yuxie, or if he wanted to take advantage of his weak psychological defense to completely confuse him...

Mo Yuxie pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Seeing this, Ye Cheng patted him on the shoulder and straightened up.

"I'll show you the way, and think about it for yourself."

Mo Yuxie continued to lower his head, but Ye Cheng was not annoyed, instead he winked at Zhuang Shuanglin and walked out of the cell.

"I need some subordinates of my own in a few days, you can think carefully about whether you want to join me in the next few days.

I guarantee that you and your brother named Yarilang can change their appearance in Daling and live carefree.

If you have made up your mind, you can ask Shuanglin to notify me at any time. "

Zhuang Shuanglin couldn't help but get even weirder.

As the chief culprit who caused them to suffer so much, Ye Cheng dared to brazenly try to subdue them?
Arabian Nights? This is not it?

The slander belongs to the slander in his heart, but Zhuang Shuanglin has never shaken Ye Cheng's omnipotent image in his heart.

On the contrary, she even looked forward to what choice Mo Yuxie would make...

It's not that Ye Cheng didn't notice Zhuang Shuanglin's strange expression, but he didn't intend to explain it at all.

Calling Feng Hao, Ye Cheng, who didn't plan to stay in the private prison for a while, dragged Zhuang Shuanglin out of the private prison.

"Brother Ye, are you serious about what you said then?"

Under the deep influence of Ling Xuejian, Zhuang Shuanglin's address to Ye Cheng changed back and forth according to his mood.

Ye Cheng turned to look at her with a half smile but not a smile:
"What do you think?"

Ever since he met Qi Yang in Shushitang, Ye Cheng had a more serious idea of ​​digging out the roots of the aristocratic family.

But to realize that idea, Ye Cheng had to recruit as many people as possible.

Mo Yuxie and dwarves who have spent years in a private prison and are unwilling to open their mouths, or who don't know more about the inside story, if they dare not return to Beimo, then it will undoubtedly be a good help to take them under their command...

Zhuang Shuanglin frowned and thought for a while, then stopped talking.

Seeing her pensive look, Ye Cheng couldn't help but change the subject with a smile.

"Also, if you really want to call me 'Brother Ye' from now on, 'Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye' will inevitably alienate you."

Zhuang Shuanglin thought for a while, nodded seriously, and called again:
"Brother Ye."

After confirming that the real assassins in the private prison were poisoned to death without exception, Zhuang Shuanglin went to the palace to report to Ling Xuejian.

Ye Cheng and Feng Hao wanted to visit Li Baijing, but were refused by the doctor Wang with a cold face.

Bored and counting the time, Ye Cheng had no choice but to take Feng Hao to see Zhuang Yan's injury.

Before the two entered Zhuang Yan's courtyard, they heard Zhuang Yan's recognizable curses:

"Hey, I'm fucking grandma of the Huang family!"

"Huang Fuhu is a piece of shit, let him wait for me!

When I learn that I, Brother Ye or Brother Li, are both cost-effective, I will go to the street and strip him naked and hang him on the wall! "

"Hey, you little bitch, take the medicine lightly! It hurts so much!"

Ye Cheng once heard an interesting saying in his previous life - a dog that bites does not bark, but the dog that barks the most is often the most cowardly dog ​​in the pack...

It seems quite appropriate to put these words on Zhuang Yan?
Looking at each other helplessly, Ye Cheng dragged the dumbfounded Feng Hao straight into the courtyard, pushed the door open and entered.

Zhuang Yan's yelling and cursing stopped abruptly, he quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, and turned to look at the two standing at the door of the room.

Seeing Ye Sheng and Feng Hao, Zhuang Yan quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, and greeted with a forced smile:
"Brother Ye, Brother Feng, you are here..."

"It seems that the injury is not serious enough?"

Ye Cheng winked at him and smiled narrowly.

Zhuang Yan's face changed visibly with the naked eye, and he cursed Huang Fuhu in a low voice, gritted his teeth and looked up at Zhuang Cong who was holding the medicine bottle, and squeezed through his teeth:

"Dog, go to the gate of the courtyard and guard some people for me, don't let idle people get close!
I have something to talk to Brother Ye and Brother Feng! "

Zhuang Cong hastily put down the medicine bottle and went out.

Seeing his shy but serious face, Ye Cheng couldn't help being interested, and moved a stool to sit in front of the window.

"What does Brother Yan want to say?"

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth, raised his neck and said seriously:
"Brother Ye, I want you to teach me martial arts—the quick one.

As long as you can learn it well, even if you practice it to death, it doesn't matter! "

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, noticing the strong hatred in Zhuang Yan's eyes that couldn't be resolved, as well as a hint of firmness in it, he was silent for a while.

"What did Bai Jing teach you before?"

"Brother Li taught me how to swing the sword and the horse stance. Although I'm tired, it's really useful. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to resist it for so long today."

Zhuang Yan didn't even want to answer.

Thinking about the details of the fight with Huang Fuhu, Ye Cheng frowned and looked at Zhuang Yan again.

Not to mention Huang Fuhu's innate supernatural power, the aura and internal strength he cultivated since childhood are not what Zhuang Yan can use his efforts to fill up at this moment...

After hesitating again and again, Ye Cheng suddenly thought of a boxing technique.

"Have you ever heard of Tai Chi?"

Zhuang Yan honestly shook his head.

Ye Cheng looked at the well-informed Feng Hao.

Feng Hao also frowned and shook his head.

"I've never heard of it either. Judging from the name Ye Di said, this thing seems to be a Taoist boxing technique?"

Ye Cheng nodded towards Feng Hao, and patted Zhuang Yan on the head:
"That's fine, practice this boxing technique first after you recover from your injury!
It is easy to use, and it can be attacked and defended, and its power is impressive!It's perfect for someone with no background like you! "

Being slapped on the back of the head by Ye Cheng, Zhuang Yan suddenly trembled in pain, begging for mercy:
"Hey, brother Ye, take it easy, my whole body hurts..."