The domestic guard is a little sweet

Zhao Jin blinked his eyes, he didn't understand Beiman language and neither did the original owner, but when he saw An Twelve's gloomy face for a moment, he felt that it was not a good thing to say.

Somewhat suspiciously, he summoned the guards around him. One of them understood Beiman dialect and explained.

The man's voice was not too low, and everyone present who knew the northern barbarian language could understand it.

Prostitution, degrading.

Zhao Jin's face turned ugly instantly, and he knocked the tea bowl in his hand heavily on the table, looked at Fabre, and said in a cold voice: "Your Highness has no eyesight in wrestling and injured this warrior, you have to take care of it. "

Fabre's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled triumphantly: "Ram is my northern barbarian warrior, and he won't lose in a fight with a tiger. I also want to say this to King Rui. It is inevitable that your hands will be heavier in wrestling competitions. If you are injured Don't blame your subordinates, my lord."

Zhao Jin raised the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes at Fabre.

"let's start."

As soon as the words fell, the tall and burly Lahm in the arena took the lead in attacking. He rushed towards An Twelve like a bull, trying to rush him out of the competition circle with brute force.

An Twelve took a few steps back quickly, and when La Mu was about to bump into him, he jumped up and stepped on La Mu's back, and a swift swallow turned over and landed behind Lang.

Ram's huge body came to the boundary and bent over in embarrassment, only then did he manage to stabilize his figure and not rush out of the boundary due to inertia.

Like an irritable bull, he beat his chest, looked at An Twelve with disdain, and hooked his fingers provocatively: "Da Qi people are so weak, they dare not fight me head-on, they only know how to twitter." Dodge around."

Dark Twelve looked at Ram coldly, hooked his feet slightly, stretched out his hand into a fist, and moved towards the attack neatly.

Ram was hit a few times, and his cheeks were red and swollen. Seeing the timing, he stretched out his hand to grab Dark Twelve's belt, and with brute force, raised it into the air.

Dark Twelve's figure was nimble, clasping Ram's wrist with one hand and pressing down hard.

His figure was like a blade flying in the air, and he kept looking for opportunities to attack Ram's arms joints.

Ram's face was flushed and he kept roaring, but he clenched his teeth tightly, holding onto Dark Twelve tightly and refused to let go.

Ram is born with great strength, and he is 20 miles behind him in skill, but in terms of brute force, he is indeed slightly inferior.

At this moment, he wanted to use brute force to smash An Twelve to death on the field.

"Go to hell!"

As soon as the words were finished, they saw that Lahm was holding the dark twelve and was about to hit his back heavily on Lahm's knees. Everyone exclaimed that they were timid, and even covered their eyes and dared not look at it.

Zhao Jin also clenched his fists tightly, his palms were full of sweat, and he stared at the arena with wide eyes.

At this moment, An Twelve suddenly turned over, like a fluttering butterfly, turned over, stepped on the shoulder joints of Ram's arms with both hands, stepped heavily with the toes, and only heard a click, and his arms were dislocated.

Ram let out a cry of pain, and fell to the ground with a thump. After a closer look, Ram's arms were limp. It was obvious that his hands were dislocated by An Twelve's kick at that moment.

He stood up with difficulty, and looked at Dark Twelve fiercely.

"Damn Daqi people!!!"

As soon as he spoke, he stuck his head and rushed straight towards An Twelve.

Dark Twelve's body shape and footwork are impossible to be touched by him, but every time Ram is about to hit Dark Twelve, he deliberately dodges at the last moment.

Ram was panting like a cow, and kept running wildly in the arena, savagely colliding, like a crazy beast.

At this moment, the scene was completely reversed, and Dark Twelve stood on the top, obviously winning the round.

Ram looked at Dark Twelve fiercely, cursing dirtyly, and the other people present could not help but frown upon hearing the foul language.

Martial arts practitioners in the martial arts arena can be rough and impolite, but they are full of obscenities and abuse when they lose.

When An Twelve heard Lahm's abuse, his face remained expressionless, but when he cursed at his master, An Twelve's expression could no longer be maintained.

He is just a rough man, you can scold him, but you can't scold the master.

An Twelve had a gloomy face, stepped forward with two kicks unceremoniously, and dislocated his left leg directly.

Ram's body weighing more than 300 kilograms hit the competition field heavily, making a loud bang.

At this moment, Ram is really tired. His head is full of sweat, and he poured the sand on the field. He is in a mess, like a fleshy bug, rolling on the ground, trying to stand up, but his leg is dislocated. , can't make any effort at all.

Unwillingly, he bumped his head against the ground below him, panting like a bull and said: "I admit defeat, admit defeat, can you connect my joints back?"

Other people in the field stood up and congratulated the emperor and Zhao Jin, all kinds of rainbow farts emerged one after another.

Zhao Jin didn't pay attention to the others, but focused on watching the field. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little uneasy. After all, it was a game on such an occasion. Dark Twelve couldn't really push Ram to death on the stage. , he could only step forward and raise his hands, and with a click, Ram's arms returned to their positions.

Just when Dark Twelve was about to reset Ram's left leg, Ram's eyes overflowed with resentment. He shouted angrily, took out a dagger from his waist, and pointed straight at the front of Dark Twelve. Stabbed away, all the people present exclaimed.

"Dark Twelve!"

Zhao Jin's heart also jumped up.

Anyway, he always had an expressionless face, and suddenly a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Ram with his dark eyes.

At this moment, Ram felt a little cold. The Daqi man seemed to have seen through everything about him. An Twelve dodged, grabbed the hand holding the dagger, and stabbed back at Ram fiercely, cutting his throat with the blade. , blood gushed out suddenly, and Ram clutched his throat, unable to make a sound.

Seeing that Dark Twelve had won, Zhao Jin's heart fell to the ground, but when he saw the dagger with a weird blue blade, Zhao Jin narrowed his eyes, and then he seemed to be furious, and jumped up, haha Said: "Fabre, I respect you as the royal family of the northern barbarians. Come to me to celebrate the longevity of my current sage. I treat you with courtesy everywhere. Your people dare to enter the field with their own weapons. What do you want to do? Want to assassinate me?" Is it? Come on, escort!!!"

Zhao Jin's exclamation made everyone realize that the Imperial Forest Army rushed over one after another, and the sharp blade was drawn out of the hilt and released, and a group of people were also surrounded.

Since the emperor could sit in this seat, and since he was also a very wealthy man, after he glanced at Zhao Jin as if nothing, he slapped the table heavily and glared at Fabre.

"Fabre! Now that the physical witnesses are all there, what else can you say?"

Fabre looked at Zhao Jin with resentment. Zhao Jin took advantage of him because he didn't check for a while. Now he can't ask Zhao Jin to get Ram's life back, but he will get into trouble instead.

Fabre took a deep look at Zhao Jin, then turned around and strode forward, facing the emperor sitting directly above, thought for a moment, and said earnestly: "His Majesty the Great Qi Emperor, my father Khan came to Daqi sincerely. Qi Heshou, this incident is really an accident. I am a northern barbarian who lives in the grasslands, and I live with wild beasts all day long. I am used to carrying a dagger on my body to cut flesh. I did not hide the knife privately. Your Majesty the Emperor please check it out. Ram lost this game. It's because I'm not strict with my orders, and I, Beiman, are willing to give 500 head of cattle and sheep to make amends to Emperor Daqi."

Although Fabre yelled at the north gate, he had more than a dozen brothers, all of whom were ready to step on him at any time.

If Da Qi left a disclosure because of his accident today, the two countries will go to war in the future, and Fabre will definitely become the target of public criticism when he returns to the northern barbarians, which makes him have to bow his head.

Fabre looked at Zhao Jin's handsome face, and his heart seemed to be poisoned by resentment and resentment.

The emperor was just taking advantage of the situation, and his complexion gradually improved, but he still maintained his magnanimous appearance.

"I have always admired the Khan of the Northern Man very much, and my Daqi is a state of etiquette"

At the end of the game, Zhao Jin's side won both games, and Faber's side could only leave the field in despair because of Lahm's incident.

Returning to Lifanyuan, Fabre became more and more angry as he thought about it, and attracted a fifth-level singer. He drank heavily, and when he was half-drunk, he suddenly remembered Zhao Jin's handsome face, and slammed the teacup. He bowed his head and said to the people around him: "Didn't the Feng family send the eldest son of the concubine to be my concubine? Someone, call me and drink with me!"

The entourage around Fabre said with some embarrassment: "Go back to the prince, the Feng family said that his young master is unwell and has a serious illness, and the actor with a better face sent over, do you think I will call you?"

"Ha! Who is this prince, he dares to send you anything." After taking a sip of wine, Fabre slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and the broken porcelain splattered all over the floor.

He looked fiercely into the distance, and remembered Feng Ruiyang's male-female face, his whole body was hot, his eyes were red, and he told the servants beside him, "Bring a few people, and quietly bring Feng Ruiyang to me."

There were quite a few people accompanying Fabre, and he knelt down on one knee and knocked on his chest with one hand: "Yes!"

As soon as Feng Ruiyang left the academy, he was knocked out, put in a sack and carried into a carriage.

The carriage sped away, circled the city a few times, and entered a brothel in a low-key manner.

In the middle of the night, the northern side of the capital was glowing red.

The city defense quickly assembled, and the clothes of the benefactors and prostitutes in the building were in a mess.

Five or six big men from the northern barbarians, carrying Fabre whose forehead was bleeding on their backs, hurried towards the Lifanyuan.

"The one surnamed Feng is still inside, what should I do?"

"The prince is in a bad mood today. The man surnamed Feng was so tortured that he couldn't get up. He might have burned to death."

"It's just right to be burned to death. He injured His Royal Highness, and he is too ungrateful."

A few big men from the northern barbarians left the fire area quickly.

I didn't see one or two small carriages driving slowly from the other side, mixed in with the caravan going out of the city, and went out at dawn.

Ten miles away from the city, Feng Ruiyang was sitting in the carriage, enjoying himself and flying like never before.

A hidden guard of the palace who accompanied him handed over a burden to Feng Ruiyang.

"This is a favor from the master, and there is still something to be done."