"It's nothing."
Yang Zhao raised his hand and helped Zhangsun Wugou up.
The Red Hare was still rubbing against him. He had to free one hand and gently touch its back to comfort it.
"This beast is so stubborn that even sister Xiu Ning couldn't tame it, so how could it be so tame after seeing big brother Yang?”
Zhangsun Wugou looked at the Ferghana Horse, then at Yang Zhao, clicking his tongue in wonder, his face filled with amazement.
"Perhaps it is fated with me."
Yang Zhao smiled faintly, but in his heart, he thought that this Red Hare Horse was originally mine, but the system lent it to me through your hands. It would be strange if it wasn't docile to me.
The more he said it disapprovingly, the more curious Zhangsun Wugou felt. He quietly sized him up a few more times.
Suddenly, her bright eyes lit up." It seems that this little red horse is only suitable for Brother Yang to ride. Then I'll give it to Brother Yang."”
"Good!"
Yang Zhao didn't refuse and agreed readily. It was originally his own thing.
Zhangsun Wugou was stunned for a moment and secretly smiled. He thought to himself that this son-in-law of the Duke of Tang had a straightforward personality and did not put on any pretense. He did not even pretend to decline.
"Young Lady gave me this horse, I can't take it for free, how about inviting Young Lady to this Drunken Immortal Lane for a few drinks?”
Yang Zhao glanced at Drunken Immortal's Lane beside him.
"Good!"
Zhangsun Wugou also nodded happily.
The two of them entered the winery and asked for an open private room in the second workshop. Sitting there, they could see the big lamp workshop in the Imperial City.
"Oh right, Brother Yang, this is your handkerchief. I have washed it and wanted to return it to you, but I was afraid that it would be inconvenient.”
As Zhangsun Wugou spoke, he took out a handkerchief and returned it with both hands.
"I was just about to ask you for it back, which saved me a lot of trouble.”
Yang Zhao took the handkerchief, carefully folded it, and tucked it into his bosom.
Zhangsun Wugou was attentive and saw some clues. He asked,""This handkerchief seems to be very important to Brother Yang.”
"I heard from my adoptive father that when he picked me up, I was only wrapped in swaddling clothes and had only this handkerchief on me.”
Yang Zhao didn't have anything to hide, so he frankly told them his origins.
"So that's how it is. I didn't expect Brother Yang to have such a background.”
Zhangsun Wugou was kind-hearted, and when he heard of his past, he couldn't help but feel sad.
Yang Zhao, however, downed a cup of wine and smiled." My adoptive parents treated me like their own. I'm not a wild child without parents to dote on. Miss, you don't have to feel sorry for me."”
Zhangsun Wugou replied with an " oh ", but he thought that although this son-in-law of the Duke of Tang was born in a poor family, his temperament was free and confident, which was indeed unusual.
"Aiyo, what a coincidence. Miss Zhangsun is also here. I, Yuwen Chengji, am really lucky.”
At this moment, a glib and malicious voice sounded.
Immediately after, a young master dressed in luxurious clothes with an evil smile on his face barged in, followed by a few burly servants.
Yuwen Chengji?
Yang Zhao had just arrived in Luoyang not long ago, so he hadn't heard of this unfamiliar name. From his tone, he seemed to be Zhangsun Wugou's friend.
"I don't know you, so please don't disturb me drinking with my friends.”
Zhangsun Wugou's thin brows furrowed, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes as he coldly ordered the guest to leave.
"You don't even know me? Are you kidding me? But it doesn't matter. You're one of Luoyang's three great beauties, the daughter of the Zhangsun Clan. It's fine as long as I know you.”
Yuwen Chengji's words were light, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly as he walked closer and closer.
Zhangsun Wugou was annoyed. He said coldly," This young master, please have some self-respect. Please leave!"”
"The entire Drunken Immortal Lane is the property of my Yuwen family. I can sit wherever I want. I must have a good talk with you today.”
Yuwen Chengji had an arrogant look on his face. From that look, he was determined to tease Zhangsun Wugou today.
This scene happened in the private room. In the private room diagonally opposite, a handsome young master in white was watching coldly.
"It's Yuwen Huaji's little brat, bullying people here again!”
Behind him, the middle-aged warrior standing beside him let out a disdainful snort. His body was majestic, and he was filled with killing intent. One look and one could tell that he was an expert in martial arts.
The white-robed young master was obviously a member of a noble family. However, there were many high-ranking officials and noble relatives in Luoyang who often went in and out of Drunken Immortal Lane, so no one paid too much attention to him.
"Princess…Young Master, that young man looks weak and weak. I'm afraid he can't protect his beloved. Should we make a move?”
The muscular servant asked in a low voice, showing great respect to the white-robed young master.
"Let's just wait and see. If he doesn't have a backbone and doesn't even dare to protect his own woman, then we don't have to care.”
The white-robed young master's tone was indifferent as he slowly sipped his wine.
" Yuwen Huaji is an important official in the court. Everyone knows that his son has to give way to the royal family's children. I'm afraid that young man doesn't dare either. Sigh..."
The middle-aged attendant shook his head and sighed.
"Hey, kid, you can go now. Don't disturb my chat with Miss Zhangsun.”
Yuwen Chengji arrogantly shouted at Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao regarded him as air, only sipping the wine in his cup, turning a blind eye to his shouts.
"Kid, are you deaf? I told you to get lost!”
Yuwen Chengji flew into a rage, raising his fist and smashing it towards Yang Zhao.
"Brother Yang-"
Zhangsun Wugou was shocked. He didn't expect Yuwen Chengji to be so overbearing and actually dared to hit someone. However, it was already too late for him to scream.
Yuwen Chengji's fist was about to smash into Yang Zhao's face.
Bang!
In an instant, Yuwen Chengji's fist collided with Yang Zhao's palm.
He clenched his fingers and exerted force. With a crack, Yuwen Chengji's wrist was broken.
Just as the scream rang out, Yang Zhao's fist flew out like the wind and hit his heart.
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Yuwen Chengji was sent flying, crashing into a large wooden wall and falling five steps away.
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