Royal Road

Is this trying to help him? Liang Feng looked at the young man in front of him with interest. Is this the kid who rebelled against the soldiers? Unexpectedly, when he really faced the enemy, he would be able to fight like this. Thanks to this hero, he can repel the mountain bandits without any danger.

With a bit of appreciation from the bottom of his heart, Liang Feng naturally stretched out his hand and supported the other's arm. He has been burning for two days, and his footsteps are really vain. It is obvious that the little girl who depends on the green bamboo is obviously untenable. It is better to have such a human-shaped crutches.

"Langjun! He, his body is too dirty..." Luzhu had already exclaimed in his face, very dissatisfied that his Langjun touched a guy covered in blood and mud.

After being so scolded, Yi Yan remembered what he was like now. The clothes on his body had not been washed for an unknown period of time, exuding a strange smell, and his face and hands were still stained with mud and enemy blood. On the side of this person, the palm of his hand is as white as the most polished suet jade, and he is wearing an indescribable soft fabric. When he approaches, he can smell a faint fragrance. This is a completely different person from himself, like the white clouds in the sky and the mud on the soles of feet.

A bit of indescribable shyness and embarrassment suddenly appeared in Yi Yan's heart, and he quietly took a step back, trying to withdraw his palm. However, that hand was firmly grasped, Liang Feng seemed to have not seen the other's embarrassed appearance, and said with a smile: "Help me go over there. Green bamboo, don't come down, stay in the car. ."

This kind of Shura Field is not something a little girl should see. As for things that are too dirty or have blood, Liang Feng will not worry about it. Go to battle to kill the enemy, who cares about this?

Yi Yan's lips were tight, but the strength in his hands softened a bit, just like treating a priceless jade, he cautiously supported Liang Feng and walked out of the car array.

At this moment, all the mountain bandits have fallen to the ground. Most of them lost their breath, and a few lingered. Liang Feng strolled to a bandit. The man's shoulder was broken, and a large pool of blood flowed. His complexion had begun to turn blue, and he was out of breath more than inhaled, even if he couldn't live. Seeing Liang Feng's figure, he was struggling to rush over.

There was more than one person guarding him, and the two Liang family slaves immediately rushed forward, and the club slammed the opponent's chest unceremoniously, smashing a mouthful of blood abruptly. The blood bead splashed and landed on the light shoe under Liang Feng's feet, and the delicate pattern immediately stained a piece.

Yi Yan's face sank, and the bandit had already scolded: "Ban... slave... dare to harm Chief Zhang, I must give birth..."

Before he could finish a word, the long knife pierced his throat. From picking up a long knife with one foot to killing him with a single blow, Yi Yan didn't let go of the hand supporting Liang Feng, and simply solved the mad dog.

Liang Feng raised his eyebrows: "I want to ask questions."

Originally, Yi Yan was a little worried and frightened the person next to him, but now he nodded in embarrassment. Liang Feng didn't mean to blame, and turned to look at the other bandit. Maybe it was frightened by Yi Yan's fierce hand and knife. This guy was a stunner, and opened his mouth to beg for mercy: "It's all Zhang Tau... Zhang Lu, who killed the embryo and led us! Noble man! Forgive me... "

Liang Feng said lightly: "Who sent you here?"

"Small, little I don't know!" The bandit was completely defeated and burst into tears. "He said that there is a big deal and someone wants to buy the life of the owner of the team. The little one really doesn't know who the buyer is! This is Zhang Lu privately. Take the job! The small one is just a momentary confusion... the noble man is forgiving!"

Sure enough, he came for himself, no wonder the bandit leader had just locked the target on the bullock cart and mentioned rewarding money. Liang Feng continued to ask: "Did you receive the business a few days ago?"

"Two days! Two days ago!" The mountain bandit seemed to have found hope of survival, and immediately replied, "It's a rider! There must be a thief who wants to harm Lang Jun! I would like to point him to..."

"No need." Just these few words, Liang Feng has already guessed who started. The time is so coincidental, but the goal is precise and merciless. He didn't expect that just by saying those words on the Yaji, Li Lang would be able to give birth to a murderous heart. Frowning, Liang Feng called: "A Liang."

The car steward immediately leaned forward: "Lord, do you want to send them off?"

Even if there is evidence, the government will not easily move the gentry's children like Li Lang. This kind of thing needs to be considered in the long term. Liang Feng glanced at the miserable mountain bandit again, and finally sighed, "Clean up, and continue on the road."

Whether it is an enemy hiding behind or a bandit who has escaped, they are all hidden dangers. This kind of life-threatening moment cannot tolerate the slightest loss, and it is better to rush back to Liang Mansion as soon as possible.

After that, he turned his head and walked towards the bullock cart with Yi Yan's support. Soon, there was no sound behind him. Walking slowly to the side of the bullock cart, Lu Zhu couldn't wait to rush over and held Liang Feng's arm: "Lang Jun, you still have a fever, don't be tired..."

The soothing and tearful little maid smiled, Liang Feng turned his head and looked at the young man next to him, and said: "Go and clean up, and see me later. Luzhu, give him a new set of clothes."

Lu Zhu glared at the weird-looking Jie Ren unceremoniously, carefully helped Liang Feng into the car, and served tea. He angrily hummed out a set of clothes for the servants, stuffed it into Yi Yan, and whispered with gritted teeth, "Go and clean it up, don't stain Lang Jun's eyes!"

Yi Yan was stiff, and rarely lost his temper. He secretly hid on the side and changed his clothes. After a long while, he put on his new clothes awkwardly, returned to the bullock cart, and even wiped the dirt on his face.

At the moment Aliang is reporting something, Liang Feng nodded slightly: "Let the wounded sit in the car. If you have the medicine, don't begrudge. This time it is mostly for cooperation in the fight and win the head, according to the original reward. There is no murder. , And also give a one-year tax exemption."

"Where are those Jie people?" A Liang asked.

"If you want to go, reward some money and let go. If you want to stay, I will accept them as a part." Liang Feng replied simply. In the battle just now, he discovered the bravery of Jie Ren. Liang Feng has no racial prejudice. These good seedlings who have seen blood should not be used for farming at all, but should be trained as private soldiers. The combat effectiveness of the Liang Mansion was too low, and the existing guards were no different from the handyman. It seemed that they had to be reorganized.

A Liang nodded, glanced at Yi Yan who was neatly tidying up, and stepped back.

After dealing with the issue of rewards and punishments, Liang Feng had the opportunity to take the time to look at the half-sized boy standing aside. It was completely different from the appearance just now. After changing his clothes and cleaning his face, the person in front of him showed a harmless restraint, just like a college student who met an interviewer for the first time, he felt a little clumsy.

Liang Feng looked at the youth in front of him with great interest. Only then did he realize that the so-called "Jieren" may be of Caucasian descent, just like the legendary Xianbei. The young man in front of him has a fair complexion, deep eye sockets, a high nose, and his facial features are as sharp as a knife. His gray-blue eyes are bright and energetic. The two small braids still in my ears are a bit childish, but they are full of exoticism and are not ugly. With that thin but tall figure, it is very eye-catching.

Being stared at by those black eyes, Yi Yan suddenly became a little nervous. He knew that his facial features were not as soft as Han, and he had a pair of blue eyes with different colors. Because of this appearance, after leaving his hometown, he was often cast aside and insulted, saying that he described him as ugly. Will the man who bought him show the same look? However, after waiting for a long time, Yi Yan didn't find the slightest ridicule in Liang Feng's eyes. On the contrary, those black eyes always carried interest, and even some admiration in them. Inexplicably, his heart jumped wildly again, like expectation and joy.

"You are fine." After a while, Liang Feng finally said, "What is your name and where is the person?"

"Yi Yan, from Wuxiang." Yi Yan sullenly tried to make the tone more stable.

"How old is this year? Have you gone through battles before?"

"Seventeen years old. I have never fought a war before and farmed for people. But when I was a child, I often hunted with my father..." Yi Yan paused and added nervously, "I will also have some carpenters and stone carving skills, too. My father taught me."

What Liang Feng wanted was not a carpenter. It is necessary to know that the skill of killing people needs to be cultivated. Even if they face life danger, it is difficult for most people to break through psychological barriers and kill people. Let alone be so calm after the murder. Even after he has carried out several missions, he has the adaptability to shoot and kill the gangster.

The young man in front of him was different at all. No matter how cautious and awkward he was at the moment, the fierce fight just now still revealed his extraordinary talent. Just like a piece of unpolished jade, with super-strength physical coordination and challenge mentality, it is rare that it will not show negative emotions such as tyranny and arrogance due to the effects of killing. This kind of person is simply born for the battlefield. If it is polished, will he become another appearance?

Leaning on the Pingji lightly, Liang Feng smiled, a very nice smile: "You killed the bandit, I promised to reward you with ten thousand dollars. If you want to leave, you can take the money immediately and return. Hometown..."

Having said this, Liang Feng deliberately slowed down his tone, only to see the young man in front of him clenching his fists silently, as if he wanted to say something. With the bottom of his heart, he said unhurriedly: "...or stay, I need a personal guard to help me form private soldiers."

"I want to stay!" Yi Yan answered quickly without hesitation.

"As a guard, you have to be born and die for me. In the future, you may face many enemies, including your own people, are you willing?" Liang Feng narrowed his smile and asked solemnly.

"I..." Looking at the other party's serious expression, Yi Yan was stunned for a moment, and then firmly said, "As long as you don't harm others, I will persuade those tribesmen to take refuge in you and serve you!"

This answer was a bit unexpected, this kid didn't seem to be so servile. Liang Feng doesn't hate such people. In fact, such people are too rare in this era. The "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and other TV dramas that I had watched suddenly appeared in my mind. Liang Feng had such a joking heart in his heart. Is this the first general he accepted? The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and he opened his mouth and said, "Very good. You can call me the lord."