This was what Ye Feiyun had specifically reminded me of earlier.
Let Ye Ding train a group of fifty servants for the Ye Mansion at home, so that they can be used in case of emergencies.
I didn't expect that I would actually catch up today.
"There should be fifty people present, and there are actually fifty people present. Please give us your instructions, Young Master Ye." Ye Ding shouted at the top of his voice.
This was what Ye Feiyun taught him before.
Ye Feiyun glanced at this group of well-trained and heroic people, who were obviously masters of martial arts.
"Go!" Ye Feiyun waved his hand and whipped the horsewhip fiercely. The red chestnut horse neighed, kicked its hooves, and rushed out first.
Ye Ding followed closely with a torch in hand, and Batian followed without hesitation.
A group of fifty people rushed towards Yihongyuan in a rush.
Along the way, Ye Feiyun was furious.
It was late at night and there was a curfew in the capital. Most people had stayed indoors and were preparing to rest.
Sudden.
The noisy footsteps and the bright flames of torches caused chaos in the homes of the people.
From time to time, people would stick their heads out from the street.
I want to see what's going on outside.
But as soon as the window was opened, Ye Ding shouted angrily in a rough voice: "Go back!"
The man was so frightened that he trembled all over. With a glance, he immediately recognized the man sitting on the tall horse - Ye Feiyun.
The eldest son of the Ye family, who is well-known in the capital, is also a notorious villain in the history of the capital.
The man slammed the window shut and dared not make another sound.
Fear it like a tiger.
Ye Feiyun frowned, sitting on a tall horse, his eyes full of anxiety, and kept urging the horse to go faster.
Wang Hu, you must not get into any trouble!
Ever since Ye Feiyun traveled to the Dagan Dynasty, the only two people who could treat him as brothers and speak to him from the heart were Wang Hu and Ye Ding.
Now Wang Hu was captured in Yihongyuan. It was obvious that this matter was related to him.
After all, Wang Hu's father is the commander of the imperial guards.
Looking at the entire capital city.
Who is so blind as to cause trouble for him?
If those weak and pedantic scholars in the court were to defeat Wang Hu, they would definitely not be able to do so, and might even be taught a lesson in return.
And if it was the Imperial Guards in the capital, how could they not recognize the identity of the young master of the capital's imperial palace.
Therefore, Ye Feiyun was certain in his heart that this matter was obviously directed at him, and Wang Hu was just a scapegoat.
Thinking of this, Ye Feiyun's handsome eyes were filled with worry.
He squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the horse let out a sharp long neigh, then spread its hooves and galloped towards Yihongyuan again.
The group was in a hurry, and the torches were as bright as day in the dark night.
The pace was hurried and the noise was extremely loud, like a forced march.
"Speed up! Speed up! Speed up again!" Ye Feiyun roared at the top of his voice.
Ye Ding frowned and responded, "Did you hear that? The young master said to speed up!"
"Yes!" The rough responses of the crowd echoed through the night.
Yihongyuan was full of lights, wine and women, and smoke.
At this time, the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
The Yihongyuan, which was once bustling with activity, was now in chaos.
Countless fine huanghuali wood chairs were smashed to pieces, and a group of gorgeously dressed girls were frightened and panicked.
The group of visitors who came here to have fun were even more trembling with fear and stood timidly by.
It would be impossible if Yihongyuan didn't have some powerful connections behind it.
After all, this gray industry makes money very quickly and is undoubtedly a big treasury.
Many people in the capital are jealous of this business, but the Yihongyuan brand has remained standing through a century of wind and rain.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see the tricks here. If you rashly try to start this business, you will undoubtedly be courting death.
And who else could dare to cause trouble in Yihongyuan right now, except a fight between gods?
In the middle of the messy tables, chairs and benches in Yihong Courtyard, four or five vicious slaves with ferocious faces and dressed in black were punching and kicking a man.
"Ouch, stop it, stop it!"
"Fuck, just wait, you'll be in trouble when my brother comes!" The man who was beaten screamed in pain, curled up into a ball like a shrimp, and kept cursing.
If you look closely at this time, you can see that his face is already covered with blood, and his body is also soaked in blood. The bright red blood drips onto the ground, making a clicking sound.
The four evil slaves acted as if they didn't hear anything, and they punched and kicked him like a storm, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard continuously.
In the distance, Wang Po, who had a matchmaker's mole on the corner of her mouth, was so anxious that she waved her red embroidered handkerchief in the air and shouted, "Stop it, stop it!"
But the few people who had taken action earlier ignored him and continued to fight.
Wang Hu was beaten so badly that he was about to faint.
The people around were terrified, but no one dared to speak out to stop it.
This matter has become a big deal. Who is this great man who dares to beat people in Yihongyuan?
Moreover, they were very familiar with the person who was beaten. He was Wang Hu, the only son of the commander of the imperial guards.
They would come to Yihongyuan occasionally, and basically come to relax once every ten days or half a month.
But as a frequent visitor to Yihongyuan, Wang Hu could make himself familiar with him even if he didn't know him. With a little inquiry, he could find out the noble status of this gentleman.
And now someone actually dared to hit Wang Hu, which meant that the person behind this must be someone powerful.
If I help now, wouldn't that be causing trouble for myself?
Just as Wang Hu was about to be beaten unconscious, there was a noisy sound of footsteps and angry curses coming from outside the door.
"Who's causing trouble here?"
When Wang Po heard the familiar voice, she rushed to the door as if she had seen her savior.
Ye Feiyun took the lead and even rode his tall horse directly into Yihongyuan.
Sitting on the horse, he swept his eyebrows and looked around with his sharp eyes.
Behind him, Ye Ding, Batian and others, along with forty or fifty neatly dressed black servants, broke into Yihong Courtyard and surrounded the people who had attacked.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and extremely tense.
"Stop!" Ye Feiyun shouted and waved his hands.
The evil slaves who had previously attacked people did not dare to do anything again, no matter how brave they were.
When they saw Ye Feiyun sitting on the tall horse with a heroic figure, they immediately stopped what they were doing, with a trace of fear on their faces.
There was a fierce look in Ye Ding and Batian's eyes. When Ye Ding saw Wang Hu lying on the ground, a look of heartache immediately appeared in his eyes. He quickly stepped forward to support Wang Hu.
"Master Wang Hu, are you okay?" Wang Hu had been beaten so badly that he was already unconscious and his voice was trembling.
Blood was flowing down his forehead, which looked horrifying.
"No, it's okay. Is my brother Ye Feiyun here?"
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