Yingyang Kuaixian: "Oh my god, the spectators were so surprised that they dropped the melons in their hands. After watching the host's live broadcast for a few years, this was the first time he had seen a group fight of such a scale. Moreover, the two parties involved in the fight were rich second generations with great status in ancient times. This feeling was indescribable.
Laosiji Lianmeng: "Tsk, to put it bluntly, they are just nouveau riche or local tycoons with no background." From this, it could be seen how the upbringing of the two families was like. If it were a landowning household with a solid foundation, even if they wanted nothing more than to stomp the other party to death, they would still be courteous on the surface.
Linglong Mibaosuo: "# propping my chin. Compared to a hypocritical battle of words, I still prefer this kind of momentum."
Nuan Baobao Tie: "Hahaha, I like it too. Just like what the host had said before, it was useless no matter how eloquent you were with your mouth. Once your opponent's ears were blocked, you wouldn't be able to affect him no matter how loud your opponent was. What was the use of only being good at talking? Even if he gave the other party a few scratches, why not hit him back for others to see? Therefore, if you can use your fists, you definitely can't use your mouth.
Because of Jiang Pengji's influence, most of the audience in the streaming room had been infected with her temperament.
Life and death are indifferent, if you're not satisfied, just fight; if you can use your fists, don't talk nonsense.
Jiang Pengji raised her hand to protect Xu Ke to prevent the thin scholar from getting involved in the melee.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the expressions of the passers-by around her. They all looked like they were here to watch the show. She was slightly moved.
"Let them fight and not find someone to separate them?"
Jiang Pengji lowered her eyelids and asked the servant coldly.
The servant smiled bitterly as if he had drunk a large bowl of bitter gourd juice. His entire face was scrunched up.
"What are you talking about?" The servant added in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. "Although my master is Prince Changshou, the prince is busy every day. How would he have the time to care about these trivial matters? No matter if it's the grandson of Secretary Huang or the son of General Fang, they're both immovable Buddhas. Who dares to stop them? "
It was not a big deal to stop a fight, but they were afraid that both sides would think that the third party was a hindrance and beat up the person who tried to stop the fight first.
At that time, it would truly be like suffering in silence, unable to voice out the bitterness.
When immortals fought, mortals suffered.
Now, he could only hope that they would finish the fight as soon as possible so that the teahouse could close early.
As for the items that were broken or smashed, make a list and send it directly to their mansions.
For the sake of the Buddha, the owner of the teahouse was Prince Changshou. Secretary Huang and Army General Fang would also consider compensating them.
After listening, Jiang Pengji coldly responded with an "Oh" and did not comment further.
"A bunch of brats causing trouble. They're wrestling on the ground. There's no technique involved at all." Jiang Pengji crossed her arms in front of her chest and took a step back to avoid the delicate teacup that was about to hit her toes. She tilted her head and complained to Xu Ke, "Who do you think will win?"
Xu Ke glanced at his Langjun and prayed that he would not cause any more trouble.
He lowered his eyes and muttered, "It should be from Secretary Huang's family. Nowadays, the government relies more on eunuchs."
The group of eunuchs was very powerful, and now they were also arrogant, like the sun at high noon.
But in essence, everything they had came from the Emperor's connivance. The selling of official positions and titles was also secretly approved by the Emperor. They were closely attached to the Emperor, and their life and death were decided by the Emperor. If the Emperor was still young, they would have great achievements. But the problem was that although the Emperor was muddle-headed, he was blinded by greed and attached great importance to power. The eunuchs were just dogs in the Emperor's hands that were used to bite people.
The group of relatives of the Emperor was different.
Although they were also the Emperor's dogs, they had their own roots and had more autonomy than the eunuchs. The Emperor also handed the imperial guards of Shangjing to the Fang family, which showed how much the Emperor valued the Fang family, the group of relatives of the Emperor. They also had a higher position in the Emperor's heart.
Whether it was the group of relatives of the Emperor or the group of eunuchs, they were originally promoted by the Emperor to deal with the aristocrats. Now that most of the aristocrats in Shangjing had retreated, there were also many high officials who had resigned. For example, the Head of the Secretariat, Feng Ren, had given the Emperor a fatal illusion.
What illusion?
He mistakenly thought that he had taken back the power in the hands of the aristocratic families. He felt that he was no longer a puppet Emperor who was constrained by others!
Under such circumstances, the two dogs that he raised — the group of eunuchs and the group of relatives of the Emperor — became a bit of an eyesore.
The group of eunuchs could only rely on the Emperor. In comparison, the group of relatives of the Emperor was more troublesome.
Jiang Pengji also guessed that they were from Secretary Huang's family, but the reason was not what Xu Ke was worried about.
The contest between the group of relatives of the Emperor and the group of eunuchs was also real. If it was in the court, how could it be placed on a few juniors?
"The child of General Fang's family is too fat. Look at his figure. He can block half of the door of the teahouse by himself. No matter how he moves, he is a huge target. Secretary Huang's grandson is clever. He has been hiding behind the manservant and shooting arrows from the back. He has great achievements. "
Who gave him the courage to compete with a long-distance fighter in terms of mobility?
Xu Ke was silent. "…"
He suddenly felt that his previous serious analysis had all been fed to the dogs.
Jiang Pengji continued, "However, when it comes to a group fight, one man can hold the pass against ten thousand people, or one man can drown people with too much saliva. Secretary Huang's young Langjun doesn't have enough fighters. If it continues to drag on, I'm afraid he will suffer losses. "
When Xu Ke heard that, he secretly rolled his eyes.
When it came to a group fight, he only admired his Langjun.
As they talked, the situation became clearer and clearer.
General Fang's son was very favored at home. Whenever he went out, he would bring twenty to thirty thugs with him. Just now, only half of them participated in the battle.
The other half received the news that Langjun had been beaten and rushed in from outside.
Originally, the two sides were evenly matched, but now, because of the number of people, the balance had tilted.
Seeing that Secretary Huang's grandson was about to be caught and beaten up, the lad suddenly rolled backward and shouted regardless of his embarrassment.
"Brother Jue, come and save me."
Brother Jue?
Jiang Pengji was already tired of watching. She didn't expect Secretary Huang's grandson to call for help at the last minute.
She scanned her surroundings, wanting to find out who Brother Jue was.
Fang Pangzi's side had already formed an overwhelming advantage. His super heavy body formed a shadow that forced Secretary Huang's grandson to the corner.
"Bah! Call for help. Let's see who can help you, you bastard!"
Secretary Huang's grandson's face had already blossomed, and there were some green and purple bruises on it. He looked embarrassed, but his eyes were still stubborn.
"Hmph, I'll return those words to you. Don't be so scared that you'll wet your pants later. "
Fang Pangzi's heart was burning with anger. He raised his huge fist and wanted to hit someone. At that moment, a clear voice that sounded like a compass came from the crowd.
"Wait!"
"Who's messing with my business?" Fang Pangzi turned his head and looked fiercely at the source of the voice.
Everyone immediately looked over and saw a young man who was about 15 or 16 years old standing in the corner. He wore a green Confucian robe, which made him look tall.
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