Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 6, He Zongwei will remember you, don’t sleep too deeply.

I heard Versace say he was going to beat me up.

Guo Baokun's eyes were wandering and he no longer intended to pay attention to this little brat.

The guards around him are all sixth or seventh rank masters. These few street thugs are nothing.

It was obvious that the guard thought so too. He twisted his neck and made a series of crackling sounds.

With a grim smile on his face, the neighbors who were watching the fun subconsciously covered the child's eyes.

I can’t watch it! What will I do if I have a nightmare at night?

Liu Hong hooked his finger at the guard, turned it, and raised his middle finger.

Even though I am only a fifth-rank master, I don't mean to be defeated by this seventh-rank master.

As for why...

"Fatty, are you all dead? Hurry up and do it!"

Liu Hong shouted loudly.

Several pirates took out handfuls of quicklime from their pockets and threw them on the face of the seventh-rank guard.

What’s the use of being a seventh-grade expert no matter how strong he is, since he has not yet reached the qualitative change period of the ninth-grade.

If you don’t dare to open your eyes, you will be beaten like a punching bag.

Liu Hong waved his fists and punched and kicked the guard who lowered his head and covered his face.

Fatty Lu and others were also not idle. They kept spilling quicklime in their hands on the ground and stared at the other guard with a fierce look.

That was actually the medical technology of that feudal era.

If quicklime gets into the eyes, the eyes will be ruined and the future will be ruined.

These guards are all shrewd people. They only get a dozen taels of silver every month. Why are they playing with their lives?
Fan Xian, who was about to take action, stopped completely, picked up the wine glass, and laughed.

"It seems that Kyoto is not as boring as I thought."

Fan Ruoruo wore a light yellow elegant dress, her temperament was both elegant and cold.

It’s a pity that Fan Ruoruo is still a little young now. She is just a little beauty.

Hearing the praise from Brother Fan Xian.

Fan Ruoruo stared at Liu Hong for a while with her beautiful eyes, nodded, and smiled gently.

"Brother is right! They are quite interesting."

"Didn't Versace just say that he wanted to open a bookstore with you? Just leave it to them."

Fan Xian waved his hand indifferently, and his handsome little face showed that he didn't care about this little thing at all.

"Anything works!"

For Fan Xian, it doesn't matter whether there is this bookstore or not.

Fan Xian has no worries about food and clothing, and his fathers help him get money and power. This kind of life of a child of destiny is particularly enviable.

"stop!"

A shocking shout was heard from the street.

The voice was righteous and awe-inspiring. Liu Hong, who was already enjoying the fight, felt even better.

It was as if he had received assistance when he attacked, and he used all kinds of dirty tricks on the guards who were being beaten.

He Zongwei, a square-faced scholar, originally had a gentlemanly temperament as gentle as jade.

Provoked by Liu Hong, his gentlemanly demeanor was almost broken.

Liu Hong's hands were a little tired from playing, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at He Zongwei breathlessly.

"Well, are you okay?"

"My name is He Zongwei. Don't you think your methods are too cruel?"

As soon as He Zongwei opened his mouth, he stood on the moral high ground, and rebuked Liu Hong with great force and righteous words.

Versace, who was originally furious, saw that Guo Baokun's bodyguards were covered with bruises.

His heart softened at once, and he pulled Liu Hong's sleeve and spoke in a low voice.

"Did we go too far? Do we need to pay for the medical expenses?"

Liu Hong responded to Versace with a confident look.

"Need not!"

When He Zongwei saw Liu Hong and the other man whispering, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

This doesn't make him take it seriously!
After all, he is a famous scholar in Kyoto, and he lives in the family of the Minister of Rites. He is bound to be a big man in the future.

As a result, Liu Hong insulted him like this now.

Thinking of this, He Zongwei's tone became even more grim.

"We are both from Qing country. Why are you so harsh? What are you thinking?"

This sentence is so hurtful, it clearly implies that Liu Hong is a spy.

Guo Baokun looked at He Zongwei with admiration on his face. He liked this kind of shameless literati. He said black was white! This is the style of literati.

Noticing Guo Baokun's gaze, He Zongwei straightened his back slightly.

His eyes were fixed on the sky above Yishiju, as if he was expecting the presence of a beautiful figure.

It's just that He Zongwei forgot...

Liu Hong is still here, and it is really rude of him to be daydreaming outside.

Liu Hong wanted to explain a few more words, but He Zongwei didn't even respond.

His eyes were lifeless, as if something had taken away his soul.

Ouch! Liu Hong, who has a bad temper, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the bricks on the ground.

Prepare to deliver a critical blow to He Zongwei's head.

As a result, Prince Jing appeared in front of everyone with brisk and elegant steps at some point.

Guo Baokun and Versace discovered the identity of the Crown Prince Li Hongcheng and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo felt embarrassed to just sit there and do nothing, so they walked down from the second floor of Yishiju.

Li Hongcheng's eyes were as gentle as jade, and he looked modest and polite. He stared at Liu Hong for a few seconds and suddenly spoke.

"What are you going to do with a brick?"

Before He Zongwei could make any move, Guo Baokun subconsciously took a step back.

It was as if one day, Guo Baokun's head would explode.

Guo Baokun came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile. He was too worried because he was the son of the Minister of Rites.

When Liu Hong heard Li Hongcheng's question, he lied without even blushing.

"Your Highness, I'm annoyed by the buzzing of flies and I'm going to swat it to death."

He Zongwei's face turned green.

Who is this a mockery of?
His chest heaved and heaved as He Zongwei tried hard to suppress his anger.

I am a famous scholar in Kyoto, and I absolutely cannot afford to be on the same level as this vulgar person.

"Humph... country bumpkin, I won't argue with you."

He Zongwei shook his sleeves and held his head high.

Then he quickly put aside his pride and began to flatter Prince Jing.

Although Li Hongcheng has a gentle personality, he actually only communicates with Fan Xian and Guo Baokun, the two Shangshu families.

As for the brick in Liu Hong's hand, it was just a casual question from Li Hongcheng and had nothing to do with it.

Watching Fan Xian and others chatting calmly.

Liu Hong remained silent and clenched the brick in his hand again.

Damn! Those dignitaries laughed at Liu Hong, and Liu Hong accepted it.

After all, I have no money and no power!

But who do you think you are, He Zongwei? Are you worthy of mocking me?

As long as I don't kill you, your title as a Kyoto celebrity is just a sign of someone who deserves a beating.

Liu Hong led the bandits and left the crowd quietly.

This time we have reached our destination, we just need to make ourselves familiar with the crowd.

If the Fan family has any good things in the future, it would be good enough if they would think of Liu Hong and others.

Everyone who left Yishiju still had some hesitation on their faces.

This Kyoto is so fucked up. I haven’t had a good fight in a long time.

The shackles of Kyoto suppressed the fearless and free spirit of the pirates.

Liu Hong paused and stood still.

The man, who looked ordinary, held the sword in his hands and looked at Liu Hong with interest.

Liu Hong's eyelids twitched.

Damn it! Such bad luck.

Xie Bian, the leader of the Second Prince's eight generals, is a ninth-rank swordsman who can break time with one sword.

It can be said that as long as Xie Bian is willing, it will only take a few breaths.

Liu Hong and others will be killed by one sword.

Xie Bian gently stroked his beloved sword, lowered his eyes, and spoke softly.

"His Highness is a little interested in you now."

"I am willing to die for your Highness, even if it means going through fire and water!"

Liu Hong was very shameless. He directly abandoned his loyalty and almost bowed down to the emperor.

(End of this chapter)