Inheriting Huangtian Emperor, you tell me this is Douluo

Chapter 20 Want to be a stranger?then let me make you panic

"Master, come and play!"

"Oh, Master Song, I haven't learned your kung fu for a long time."

"Oh my lord, don't hesitate, my family is proficient in all eighteen martial arts, you are satisfied, Mr. Bao."

……

Heaven Dou City.

The courtyard was full of spring, and girls from Yingying and Yanyan stood at the door, walking in one after another holding the arms of the guests.

And Tang San was among them.

In order to join the non-huang people, in order to become stronger, he also went all out today.

At the same time, on the street not far from Chunmanyuan, three men and three women were standing, watching everything here.

They thought Tang San was going out for a drink because he was angry, but they didn't expect it to be flower wine.

"Humph!"

Xiao Wu stomped her feet angrily.

Unexpectedly, Tang San would go to such a place of smoke and willows, and do those shameful and nasty things. After all, he was blind and saw the wrong people.

"Little San usually looks quite serious, but I didn't expect...hehe." Oscar didn't continue.

Dai Mubai didn't think so: "People who are not flirtatious are wasting youth."

Zhu Zhuqing immediately glared at Dai Mubai: "Then you go in and have fun? You won't be afraid, right?"

Dai Mubai was immediately speechless.

Ning Rongrong: "I always thought Tang San was an upright gentleman, but I didn't expect to come to this kind of place secretly. How old is he?"

Ma Hongjun seemed to recall something, subconsciously looked at Zhu Zhuqing aside: "Age doesn't mean anything."

Xiao Wu said angrily: "Let's go, worry about this kind of person, waste time, go back to the academy."

Seeing Xiao Wu leaving angrily, everyone could only follow.

……

The building is full of spring.

Tang San blushed and whispered to the girl holding his arm: "I heard there are no deserted people in your Manchun building?"

When the girl heard the words, she yelled: "My lord, you can't talk nonsense, now the Wuhun Palace is killing people everywhere."

"Xiao Cui." At this time, a mid-aged lady with heavy makeup came over with her waist twisted.

"Mom." Xiaocui saluted.

The old bustard taught: "Have you forgotten what your mother taught you? Be honest with guests, whether on the bed or off the bed."

Xiao Cui immediately lowered her head: "Xiao Cui knew she was wrong."

The old bustard nodded in satisfaction, then slowly looked at Tang San.

Although this young man was dressed in plain clothes, he had an extraordinary bearing. At first glance, he looked like the young man who had sneaked out from a rich family.

"Go down, I'll greet this young man."

"Ah?" Tang San was taken aback, ma'am, are you sure you're not joking?

The old bustard saw Tang San's worry at a glance, and then explained with a smile: "Don't you want to meet Buhuang, my lord?"

Tang San's heart trembled: "Really?"

The old bustard nodded with a smile: "Follow me."

Tang San didn't think too much, and followed.

……

After a while, the bustard brought Tang San into a spacious room.

"Young master, wait a moment!"

"Ah."

Tang San nodded with a smile, he couldn't help feeling a little excited, because he was going to meet the legendary Buhuang soon.

However, a few minutes later, seven or eight ladies with heavy makeup came in from outside.

These few are all masters who have followed the old bustard to conquer the rivers and lakes.

Tang San's face changed, and he cried out inwardly.

He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The doors and windows were locked from the outside.

The old bustard leaned against the door, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she sneered in her heart: This time I see if you are in a panic!

Not only Tang San, many strong men have been tortured like this, it's all done by Spirit Hall.

Want to be a stranger?Then I will let you panic for a while.

In addition to killing Buhuang people, Wuhundian also punished those who wanted to be Buhuang people.

That night, there was a torrential rain, and in a few words, the name was: Ah!don't want!

……

Palace Yuexuan.

At dusk, the day's lessons came to an end, and the noble children also left one after another.

After dinner, Shi Ling'er took the cat to play in the garden outside. In the exquisite and luxurious private room, only Shi Chen and Tang Yuehua were left.

Tang Yuehua was using a feather duster to dust off the poems written on the wall.

"Mr. Shi, it's getting late." Tang Yuehua said casually, but didn't go to see Shi Chen.

She couldn't be greedy for my beauty, wanted me to stay here, and then took the opportunity to plot against me at night... Shi Chen subconsciously started to brainstorm.

"I will leave later." Shi Chen replied flatly.

A strong person would never show joy, anger, sorrow, or joy on his face.

Tang Yuehua nodded slightly: "Thank you Mr. Shi for your understanding."

Shi Chen was taken aback.

No, why don't you play your cards according to the routine?Shouldn't you keep me?

The corner of Shi Chen's mouth twitched, his eyes fell on the poems written on the wall, and then changed the subject.

"Madam Yue likes poetry very much?"

Tang Yuehua hummed, paused, and then asked, "Master Shi also understands poetry?"

In this world, poetry and poetry are arty things of nobles, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get in touch with them. Even if they have some contact, they will never reach the point of understanding poetry.

So Tang Yuehua's words can be said to be a joke.

Although this kid is a bit capable and handsome, he still has nothing to do with poetry.

Shi Chen shook his head, continued to look at these poems, and then he came to a conclusion that the poetry background in this world is quite poor.

Although the poems written on the wall are not ugly, they are not good either.

However, this is also understandable, after all, this is a world where the strong prey on the weak and focus on improving the martial soul, and it is reasonable to have a low cultural background.

After getting the answer she expected, Tang Yuehua smiled: "It's okay to not understand. If you are interested, I can teach you when you come next time. I still know a thing or two about poetry."

Shi Chen hurriedly cupped his hands: "Then Shi Chen will thank Mrs. Guoyue first."

Tang Yuehua nodded and smiled slightly: "Young Master Shi, please leave after sitting down for a while, I have to clean the next room."

Tang Yuehua liked these poems very much, so every half a month, she would personally sweep the dust on them, and today happened to be the middle of the month.

Shi Chen nodded, he wasn't angry because Tang Yuehua issued an order to evict guests, Yuexuan was all women, it was really inappropriate for him to live here.

But before leaving Yuexuan, he decided to do something.

After Tang Yuehua walked out of the room, Shi Chen came to the desk, unfolded a piece of rice paper, and began to grind ink.

……

Soon, night fell.

Tang Yuehua came back from another private room, she was worried that Shi Chen would hang on, but seeing that there was no one in the private room, she was finally relieved.

It was at this time that she found two things on her desk.

A piece of rice paper with wet ink, a piece of fine workmanship, clear lines, and a very old-looking token.

Tang Yuehua was the first to be attracted by the wet ink on the rice paper. She took a closer look, and after silently reading it in her heart, her face froze instantly.

There were excitement, astonishment, disbelief, and regret in her expression!

(End of this chapter)