Three Hundred and Fifty Six: The Storm in Beijing (13)

"Hey, a boy with few bones and flesh, do you want to stand up for this weakling?"

Fatty Fang bared his teeth and waved his fist in threats. Ｗｗ『W． 『LieWen． CC

The handsome young man with red lips and white teeth was not frightened at all, as if he had not seen the huge fist.

"Fight, Jue will definitely not be able to beat you." Feng Jue only had a book boy with him. Although he had learned the art of riding and archery, he could only defend himself and lacked lethality. "But Fang Langjun bullies the minority with his strength. It’s a bit too much.”

"Tsk! If you can't beat him, get out and don't bash him in front of me. Either you stand and watch him get beaten, or you come over and get beaten together. This is at the foot of Shangjing City. Who doesn't know my name? How dare a sour scholar come to stir up trouble!"

Feng Jue's eyebrows relaxed and he said leisurely, "Although Jue is no match for Fang Langjun, it doesn't mean that no one can conquer you."

Fatty Fang snorted and said harshly, "Is it possible that you also want to go home and beg grandpa to sue grandma to bring in reinforcements?"

"There is no need for this." Feng Jue suddenly showed a wicked smile, as if pure white paper was dyed with a thick line of ink, "Does Fang Langjun dare to bet with Jue? If you win, what happened to Huang Langjun , Jue doesn’t care. If you lose, the matter will be written off?”

Fatty Fang sneered. Although he had a fat head, pig ears, and a dull chest, it did not mean that he was really a pig.

"This gambling fight will do me no good at all." Fatty Fang looked at Feng Jue with his sneaky eyes, and then said harshly, "Why don't you change the bet. If you win, write it off. If you lose, stay with me. How about one night?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed. The Feng Jue young man's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a terrifying murderous intention in his eyes.

Fatty Fang was frightened, and his legs felt weak due to this look, but he still straightened his chest.

Huang Changshi's grandson seemed not to have expected that things would turn out like this, and he quickly scolded Fatty Fang.

"Shut up, you really dare to say anything. Brother Jue is the Sanlang Lord of Shangyang Feng Clan, so he is not afraid of offending anyone!"

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "Fengshi Sanlangjun".

Jiang Pengji listened and looked at Feng Jue secretly, thinking to herself - is this Feng Jin's third brother?

Feng Jue's clothes may seem simple, but the materials used in her clothes are all exquisite. One look at her shows that she is either rich or noble.

Fatty Fang never thought that the other party had such a big background. Although Zhongshu Ling Fengren retired from office early, the Feng family's prestige in Dongqing cannot be shaken.

Fatty Fang was a little concerned about retreating, but he didn't want to show any fear on his face.

Feng Jue had a sneer on her lips and said, "Okay."

"Brother Jue!"

Huang Changshi's grandson looked remorseful. If he had known this, he would not have dragged Feng Jue into this quagmire.

Fatty Fang secretly resented that since Feng Jue didn't give him a ladder, everyone would be riding a tiger and it would be difficult to get off.

"What are you betting on?" Fatty Fang asked.

Feng Juesu pointed his finger at Jiang Pengji, who was watching the show.

"Whoever can take away something personal from this husband will win, how about that?"

Jiang Pengji was confused.

The audience in the live broadcast room also realized that this was causing trouble.

[Xylitol Chewing Gum]: Isn’t it right? Feng Jin’s young brother is so sinister and so hateful that he actually framed the anchor?

[Linglong Secret Lock]: The anchor is really bad this time.

[Old noodle shop driver]: Hey, why do I think this ‘Brother Jue’ has recognized the host’s identity and wants to ask for help? Feng Jin knew the anchor. He must have mentioned to his brother the anchor's terrifying fighting power. He could fight a hundred of our anchors if he found one.

Everyone was confused by the content of this gambling battle.

Fatty Fang reacted first and almost jumped out of anger.

"Bah, you must know this person. This is cheating."

Feng Jue looked innocent and said, "Jue doesn't know this gentleman."

Jiang Pengji frowned displeased, her hands felt a little itchy, and she said, "I don't know him either."

Fatty Fang smiled evilly, "Since we don't know each other, then this gambling fight will be much easier. Boy, if you don't want to suffer in vain, then obediently take out a personal item, the closer it is to the body, the better. This gambling fight must be with the young master. Win, surround him!"

The boys obeyed the order and quickly surrounded Jiang Pengji and separated Feng Jue.

As long as Fatty Fang gets Jiang Pengji's personal belongings before Feng Jue, the bet will be won.

Jiang Pengji sneered and asked loudly, "Feng Huaiyu, are all your brothers so wilted and bad?"

At this time, a clear and mature young voice came from the private room on the second floor.

"My little brother is so naughty and unruly, I ask Lanting to forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man wearing a jade crown and aquatic Confucian shirt opened the bead curtain in the elegant room and walked down the stairs happily.

Taking a closer look, it was not Feng Jin whom I had not seen for several years, Feng Huaiyu!

The young man has a very handsome appearance, and his appearance and outline are slightly similar to that of the previous boy. Putting the two together, they look like brothers at a glance.

"Even so, he shouldn't make such a bet. What if he loses?"

Jiang Pengji was puzzled. In her opinion, a tutor like Feng's could only teach a gentleman like Feng Jin. How could he teach Feng Jue, a deviant and willful person who dared to accept the content of gambling and fighting? Come on, this guy has a good temper.

"With Jin watching over me, nothing will happen." After not seeing each other for a few years, Feng Jin's impetuousness and immaturity have disappeared under the tempering of time, leaving only the smoothness and transparency of pearls and jade, like a pearl that has been dusted off, shining, warm and not dazzling.

"What about reputation?"

Nothing will happen to the person, but it will be unpleasant if the reputation spreads.

Feng Jin's lips moved slightly, and there was a little helplessness in his eyes, "I don't worry about too much debt."

Among the three brothers of the Feng family, only Feng Jue is a freak, and I don't know who he inherited his rebellious temperament from.

With this, Jiang Pengji understood.

Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin reminisced about the past, and Fatty Fang felt that he was ignored. He was unhappy and was going to have a tantrum.

Fatty Fang jumped up and down, pointing his fat finger at Jiang Pengji, with a slightly ferocious expression, "Who cares who you are, catch this kid and take off his clothes. You want a personal item, I'll take all of them, and make sure this bet is lost!"

Feng Jin looked at Fatty Fang with pity, not knowing whether to live or die.

Feng Jue's eyes moved back and forth between his brother and Jiang Pengji, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Take good care of my accountant, if he loses a hair, Huaiyu, you can't afford to pay."

Jiang Pengji threw the sandalwood fan in his hand into Feng Jin's arms, and asked him to take care of Xu Ke.

Aside, Princess An Yina glanced at the handsome Feng brothers with a charming look, and they were so beautiful that they made people's fingers move.

I don't know where this Liu Xi came from, but he actually knew so many young talents.

Feng Jin smiled happily, "Of course I will ensure that the funeral carriage is safe."

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but cover their eyes. The next scene was too bloody and they couldn't bear to watch it.

"Hehe, have you figured it out?" Fatty Fang didn't know that he was about to die. He thought Jiang Pengji was afraid of trouble and wanted to take the initiative to surrender, "Take off your clothes yourself!"

"Do you know who my father is?" Jiang Pengji asked.

Fatty Fang was furious, "I don't care who your father is!"

"Yes, you don't need to care who my father is, but you have to know who I am!"

After Jiang Pengji finished speaking, without any warning, he punched the other party in the left eye.