Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

In early autumn, the scorching sun in summer seems to have not subsided at all, but Jinyang of the Northern Han Dynasty is located to the north of the Yellow River, and at this time you can already feel a little coolness from the wind. On Huanghua Street in the inner city of Jinyang, Yang Ye, who was wearing a thin linen cloth and a hooded head, was riding slowly on a horse. He was a burly young man.

Yang Ye was not easy to provoke at first glance, not only because of his tall stature, but also the look on his broad face and the look in his eyes, which were not possessed by any honest man. But his style is not ostentatious, the clothes he wears are old and a little wrinkled; there is nothing valuable about his body.

But it's not that he doesn't like money, it's just that he doesn't like publicity. In fact, his family is very rich, and he thinks that what he really gets is reliable, and only when he has real things can he maintain a manly bearing.

There were only two attendants with no hats and hair buns walking slowly behind him. Yang Ye is usually not a vicious and domineering person, he is very pragmatic. At the intersection in front of the street, a very old yellow locust tree appeared in sight, and Yang Ye was very familiar with it. In fact, this street became "Huanghua Street" because the yellow locust tree bloomed yellow flowers.

What a quiet and leisurely afternoon, the breeze brought the fragrance of the small flowers on the yellow locust tree, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, so Yang Ye's mood became more relaxed.

At this moment, a carriage stopped at a gate under the yellow flower tree, a man and a woman got off the carriage, and then dragged a woman out of the carriage. The girl was not escorted away, she was almost lifted up and carried towards the door. The little girl seemed very reluctant and was struggling. She said: "Guan Li, please spare me, I won't go to that kind of place, please..." The accent has the soft language of Wu Nong from the Jiangnan area, and the voice sounds very pitiful.

As soon as she opened her mouth, passers-by stopped and watched. People in the world like to see strange things... This thing is obviously very strange, because the door is a door of a kiln, and the woman is very beautiful, and she does not speak the local people. Everything is a little different.

"Damn it! In broad daylight, forcing a good man into prostitution?" A follower behind Yang Ye cursed.

Yang Ye didn't say anything, just like his usual style, he didn't want to cause trouble casually. But he was indeed curious, so he rode his horse and drove a few steps away, and stopped to watch on the side of the street.

The little lady begged: "Guard Li, please show kindness! You can sell me to a poor family. I really don't want to be a prostitute. I beg you, show kindness!"

In Yang Ye's opinion, this girl is really beautiful, not like the ordinary women in Hedong. There are also beautiful women in Hedong, but they eat millet and the wind and sand are heavy, so their skin can't be so juicy. The young lady's beautiful face was charming, with thin skin and tender flesh, a slender figure, and a gentle posture like a cloud of smoke from the south of the Yangtze River.

At Yang Ye's hot-blooded young age, of course he also likes beautiful women, but he is a prudent person, not lustful, so he didn't act rashly for a while.

On the contrary, the passers-by watching couldn't hold their breath anymore. Seeing such a beautiful girl being forced into prostitution, there were always some people who couldn't help it. Someone yelled in the crowd: "What do you mean? Is there any law for the king? How dare you be so blatant in forcing someone into prostitution?"

This was also the question in Yang Ye's heart, so he felt that this matter was strange.

The man who was carrying the young lady finally didn't dare to offend the public, and released the young lady, the young lady staggered and fell, and hurriedly helped the woman on the other side. The man turned around and clasped his fists to the crowd and said, "Someone owes us money, and if we give him real money and black and white evidence, isn't it justified to pay back the debt?"

Such an obvious truth, no one refuted it.

The man said again: "But he couldn't pay back the money, so he used the things in the house to pay off the debt; this woman is the concubine he bought, is it his property? Now she is used to pay off the debt, if we sell her to make up for the loss, is it against the king's law?"

Everyone was speechless, but their anger did not disappear. After all, the truth is one thing, and it's another thing to make things so ugly, which is a bit too extreme. Yang Ye also felt this way, so he still felt that it was unusual.

So the man carried the little girl and continued to walk forward. At this moment, a man in brocade robe strode up and blocked their way. The man in brocade robe flicked the paper fan in his hand, and stood there with his head held high, looking up at the sky very proudly.

"What do you mean?" The man holding the little girl frowned.

The man in brocade robe said: "How much does the brothel charge?"

The man named Li Guanshi said: "Twenty Guan."

The brocade robed man said: "I bought it."

Although the common people were not pleasing to the eyes of the man in brocade robe, but after all, it was better for the young lady to sell to him than to receive customers in the kiln, so they didn't say a word.

The brocade robed man reached into his purse to touch the gold, but Guanshi Li said, "My dear friend, you can buy it if you want, two hundred guanshi!"

The brocade-robed man was furious, and stared, "What do you mean? Your accent is not from Jinyang. I advise you to leave some room for what you do."

Li Guanshi said: "People from the Jinyang government, we have never had a drink together. Of course we didn't intend to bully others, but when this girl mortgaged it to us, it was worth two hundred guan!"

The man in brocade robe said: "Since you got two hundred guan, you will sell it for twenty guan?"

Li Guanshi said coldly: "Because she can't afford two hundred guan." After speaking, he roughly lifted the girl's skirt, only to see that her feet were very strange, they were a pair of wood. Everyone stretched their necks to see, and they said, "The feet are fake." "This woman has no feet, she is disabled."

The man in brocade robe was also taken aback.

"So if it's twenty guan, it must be sold in the kiln." Li Guanshi said, "If this man can pay 200 guan to pay off the debt, brother will be happy to give it to him!"

The man in the brocade robe pondered for a moment, then quietly wanted to leave in a despondent manner. Unexpectedly, the little lady immediately knelt down on the ground, crawled over and hugged the brocade robed man's ankles, pear blossoms rained down and burst into tears: "My lord! My lord! You can buy me... Great kindness, I will repay you even if I am a cow and a horse!"

The brocade robed man shook his head and whispered, "Two hundred guan, really...isn't a small sum."

The little lady said: "My lord is also from a wealthy family, so there must be no shortage of two hundred guan, so you should do a good deed..."

Seeing this, Yang Ye felt that the matter was probably already reasonable, so he was no longer curious... The man called Li Guanshi felt resentful because he couldn't collect his debts and felt that he had lost money. It was understandable that he had to sell his concubine into a brothel;

At this time, the man in the brocade robe wanted to withdraw: "I have no good intentions, but it costs two hundred guan to do a good deed, which is really unbearable."

The little lady hugged him tightly, as if grabbing a lifesaver, and begged: "I will definitely make myself worth two hundred pennies! I can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I can serve people... You can treat me as a slave, and I am yours when I buy it. The slave house is just one of your things..."

This sentence seemed to be addressed to Yang Ye, at least he was already a little tempted. On the one hand, although this young lady is a bit expensive and disabled, she doesn't want anything for herself, just a little food, which is not a drag; on the other hand, she is a beautiful and pitiful woman. Yang Ye feels that a man should protect such a person, and a kind of masculinity and compassion affect him.

After a while, Yang Ye turned his head and whispered, "Take my mount and ask the man if he would like to change it."

The entourage was overjoyed, probably wanting to help that poor little lady a long time ago. Immediately after Yang Ye got off his horse, he led the horse and walked over to those people. The attendant asked: "Brother, take a look at this horse, is it worth two hundred guan?"

The man stared at it, then grabbed the horse's mouth and pinched it open for a look, and said seriously: "You mean, use this horse to replace people?"

"That's what it means." The follower said calmly.

"Success." Although Li Guanshi pretended to be expressionless, the red light on his face had already revealed his joy.

The attendant handed over the rein: "We don't like to be wordy, so we will make a deal."

The little girl turned around on the ground and cried, "Thank you for your kindness!"

Seeing this, the surrounding people cheered loudly: "Good! Good!"

The entourage laughed and said, "I dare not accept this great gift."

At this time, another person came over with a horse and helped Xiaoniang up, and the two of them worked together to lift her onto the horse's back. The little lady turned pale with fright, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I don't know how to ride a horse." The man next to me said: "Young lady can just hold the saddle, and put your feet on the stirrups. Let's lead it."

The two of them walked towards the street with the little lady riding a horse. Turning a corner, I saw another burly young man with a broad face waiting there on a horse. The little lady looked at him blankly.

The entourage said: "Just now I didn't dare to accept the gift of thanks, because my benefactor is not me, but our lord."

The little lady was grateful after hearing this, and wanted to get off her horse and salute. Yang Ye rushed to catch her immediately: "Be careful, you don't know how to ride a horse, so you won't have to wait for the ceremony."

"Benefactor is the master of the slave family, and the slave family will definitely repay you wholeheartedly in the future." The little lady said.

"Hmph." Yang Ye seemed indifferent, didn't say anything, just said, "Let's go."

The little lady rode on the horse and was led to walk slowly. After a while, she asked cautiously: "Have you not asked your benefactor Gao's name?"

Yang Ye said: "Liu Jiye."

"Liu Jiye...you are Yang Wudi!" The little lady sighed in surprise.

"Huh." Yang Ye only made one more sound.

The little lady said: "My family has long heard of your name, and he is a world-renowned hero..."

Yang Ye said: "It's just a false name."

The entourage laughed and said, "I think of the guy in the brocade robe just now, who talked and sang for a long time, reluctant to part with two hundred strings. Haha, it's our lord, that's what you call a character!"

The little lady said shyly, "My family's name is Hongying."

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