Chapter 159: Twelve Piers Weak
Jingyang City is completely different from the border town.
The streets are bustling with people and cars, and there are endless shops and stalls on both sides. The people may not be dressed very well, but this place is much more prosperous than the border town.
Dahao Restaurant on Fenghua Street in the west of the city.
The lobby on the first floor was crowded with guests and bustling with people.
It looked extremely lively, but within this liveliness there was a certain sense of oppression and stuffiness.
The diners at each table were whispering to each other, discussing the same topic.
Some shook their heads and sighed, some lamented and sighed, and some were furious.
"The imperial edict has been posted in our Jingyang City. It's been at least a month since the incident happened. Sigh."
"I saw the wanted poster. I didn't expect Yuan—to still be alive. For so many years, I always thought he died at the border."
"Who wouldn't think so? I was really shocked to hear this news out of the blue. I wonder if he can escape capture."
"Keep your voice down! Just keep this to yourself and don't say it out loud, or someone with ulterior motives will accuse you of something and bring disaster upon you."
"Tell me, what's going on here? I dare not tell the truth, but I have a rotten smell hidden in my stomach!"
"I told you to stop talking. Justice is in the hearts of the people. The people are not completely blind! Do they think they can deceive the whole world by spreading a rumor? What treason? Pah!"
"Hey, you asked me to stop talking about you, but you started to curse me..."
All kinds of discussions spread to the table by the window in the corner of the lobby, making people lose their appetite immediately.
The noisy kids quieted down. The old man held the chopsticks with a cold flash in his triangular eyes. He tilted his head to look at Tianbao over there and felt that the roasted chicken leg in his hand was not so delicious anymore.
Only the bearded muscular man was unaffected and ate with relish, for he paid for it.
"Grandpa Du, city gate?" Tianbao put down the chicken leg.
Du Buqin also put down his chopsticks and stood up with a sullen face, "Let's go and take a look at the city gate!"
Bai Yu, Su An, Su Wen and Su Wu followed without saying a word.
Before leaving the table, Du Buqin quickly popped a pill into the man's mouth and said, "The poison will take effect in ten hours. Let's go to the city gate first. When you're done, pack a portion for the boat."
After the old bastard and the little bastard left, the bearded man threw his chopsticks with his mouth full of food, and was so angry that he said, "Fuck you! I have to pay for two meals for one!"
There are four gates in Jingyang City. The West Gate, which is closest to Dahao Restaurant, is half an hour's walk along the main street.
It was already three quarters past three when the few people arrived, and the notice wall inside the city gate was still crowded with people.
There are two notices side by side on the wall, which are very conspicuous.
An imperial edict, with sanctimonious and righteous words, said that the remnants of the Yuan family who collaborated with the enemy and sold out the country were still there, secretly moving around with the intention of stirring up trouble again. The court would never tolerate those who harmed the country and the people, and issued an edict to capture Yuan Yao, a remnant of the Yuan family, throughout Dai Viet.
A wanted warrant with Yuan Yao's portrait attached. The charges to the right of the portrait were: treason and collaborating with the enemy, murdering 30,000 soldiers at Yanmen Pass, and killing 5,000 civilians at the border. His crimes were heinous and unforgivable.
An old man and five children squeezed into the crowd and looked at the two lists in silence.
Tian Bao opened his dark almond-shaped eyes and looked at the portrait again and again. His little head tilted left and right, and he frowned in confusion, "It doesn't look like it."
After a moment, the poison was invulnerable. "I didn't expect that the famous young god of war would look like this. So fucking young!"
Poison-proof, "Hehehehe!"
The four boys, "..."
The portrait depicts a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old. His facial features reveal his immaturity, his brows are full of vigor and vitality, and his whole body exudes the freshness of a handsome man.
Where is Uncle Broken Blade? Uncle Broken Blade is very old, and a pair of eyes can make people tremble.
How could the painter who painted this portrait have the courage to take money from the court?
Du Buqin laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled. His strange laughter scared away the people around him, and a spacious space suddenly appeared around him.
The old man turned around with the kid in his arms and walked back happily, "Boys, let's go back and let the bearded man serve us!"
Bai Yu and the three Su boys resumed their laughter, jumping on their toes as they walked, "Come back! Serve!"
Tianbao scratched his face with his fingers, still wondering, "Why doesn't it look like that?"
Uncle Duan Dao is not Yuan Yao?
Is it someone else who is wanted?
Oh, that's none of her business.
The child waved his little hand, "Come back! Serve!"
Du Buqin snorted with laughter, "The Yuan family has been a family of generals for generations. The sons in the family follow their fathers into battle at the age of fourteen or fifteen. Yuan Yao is the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Yuan family. I heard that he followed his father into battle at the age of twelve. He stayed at Yanmen Pass for five years. He only returned once when he was eighteen years old to receive a title from the capital. That was the last time those bastards saw his true face. After all these years, they were still able to draw a portrait. His painting skills are quite high."
Tianbao, “…”
It's her business again.
The old man snorted coldly, "I'll go find out who painted this!"
Bai Yu rubbed his hands in anticipation. "The damn emperor personally issued a wanted order. The painter must have been a court painter!"
Su An's breath got stuck in his throat and he could hardly breathe, "Are we going to the palace to beat up the painter?!"
Su Wen, "Why are you going to beat up the painter when you get to the palace? Kill him and beat up the emperor!"
Su Wu, "Hurry up, set off immediately! Let the bearded man lead the charge. The emperor's residence must be heavily guarded. If he dies, we will retreat first!"
The bearded man was full halfway through his meal at the restaurant, with his stomach half filled with food and half with gas. He returned to the cabin with the packed food and tried to poison it several times.
However, he couldn't hide from the poison, and in the end he had to suffer.
I wanted to spit in it several times.
However, he had not yet found the spy on his ship, so he had to give up.
Hearing the noise of the big turtle and the little turtle boarding the ship, the bearded man sat in the cabin motionless, too lazy to even make an expression.
A few boys rushed to the low table in the cabin and looked at the exquisite food on it. They were so hungry that their mouths were full of oil.
The depression and dullness that I had contracted in the restaurant was swept away, and I started to talk nonsense.
"Big Beard, after we rescue Uncle Broken Blade in Changjing, we'll go to the palace and fight the emperor!" Su Wu gnawed on a braised pig's trotter, his mouth stained with grease and sauce, and his speech began to slur. "Hit him!"
You take the lead.
The bearded man with narrow eyes had sinister eyes. He pulled out the curved blade from his sleeve and slammed it hard on the table. "Don't hit the head, hit the neck. Here, I give you the knife, cut my neck."
Fuck your great-grandfather and great-grandmother.
Go to the palace? Fight the emperor?
Do I have the ability to snatch the one and a half mu of poor land in the exile area?
Come on, give me a knife, I want to kill myself!
Tianbao ate more gracefully than the other boys. He took a small bite of the chicken leg and chewed it, "You're timid. No wonder Pier Twelve is so weak."
"..." The bearded man's eyes turned red and his fists stiffened. "What did you say?"
The child showed his thin and tender little finger and pointed it downwards. "Weak."
Little boy, if you have the guts, call your expert out to watch the fight, and let’s have a fight?
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