After Lady Yan saw the crazy Taoist talking nonsense, Zhao Lianghui acted as if he was possessed and advised, "Master, don't listen to the Taoist's nonsense! He's just pretending to be mysterious and making fun of people. God bless that the Zhao family has a descendant. It should be celebrated. "
Zhao Lianghui was still worried and faintly felt uneasy. He couldn't stand his wife's persuasion, so he smiled and doted on Jiao Er.
He specially hired a knowledgeable scholar and gave the child a good name, Zhao Yun. The meaning was bright and far-reaching, and a peaceful life without worries.
Time flew, and in a flash, Zhao Yun was already eighteen years old.
Zhao Yun was born in a rich family, and his parents doted on him, so his temper was extremely arrogant. He didn't like to study, and only liked to play with his spear. He chased away several private school teachers.
Zhao Lianghui did everything according to Jiao Er's wishes, and even specially invited a famous martial arts master to teach her. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was to persuade Zhao Yun to marry and have children, so that the Zhao family could have more children. Zhao Yun always refused, and spent all day learning martial arts and playing around.
Strangely enough, he was born with great strength. When fighting with others, he didn't need to use thirty percent of his strength. With a light push or a shake of his arm, his opponent would feel unbearable pain and fall to the ground in a sorry state.
There was a pair of stone lions at the entrance of the Zhao mansion. They were made of high-quality granite, and each one weighed eight hundred catties. Zhao Yun had played with them since he was a child. Over time, Zhao Yun played with the lion's head until it was as smooth as a mirror.
Yiyang County had a market every fourth and tenth day, and it was very lively. Today happened to be the twentieth day of the ninth month, and there was a market. Zhao Yun led his eight attendants and rode on the long street, leisurely enjoying the scenery.
He rode a tall and big horse that was as white as snow, without any impurities. It was very handsome, and it made people feel especially spirited.
The market was crowded. When they saw Zhao Yun and his group, they knew that he was the son of the great philanthropist Zhao. They were very brave, and they discussed in low voices.
Some of the womenfolk rarely had the opportunity to go out on a trip, so they had to go to a market or temple fair before they could see the local customs. At this time, they heard people talking about Young Master Zhao's bad temper, but seeing him in front of them was actually a young man dressed in elegant clothes, with a brilliant demeanor, they were greatly surprised. They could not stop themselves from asking their friends and family about this matter.
Zhao Yun's appearance was extremely charming. Her face was powdered, her mouth was red, her eyebrows were eight different colors, her eyes were three fragrant, and she wore a golden crown on her head. There was a jade belt around her waist. In terms of elegance, she was better than Pan An, and in terms of charm, she was comparable to Ji Kang.
He was more than seven feet tall. Although he still had a bit of childishness, it was difficult to hide his elegance. He could be called the most handsome man in the world.
Zhao Yun had watched the bustling market many times, so she soon lost interest. The servant only wanted to please the young master, so he said, "The prosperity of the East Market is not even one-tenth of the prosperity of the West Market. Young Master, you might as well ride your horse to the West and enjoy the bustle of the West Market. You won't let down this beautiful scenery."
Zhao Yun was bored to death, so when she heard this, it was to her liking. She asked the servant to lead her to the West Market.
The scenery of the West Market was indeed different. Zhao Yun sighed and said, "I didn't know this place before. Although it was close at hand, I have never been here. In the future, I must travel around the world and see all kinds of different scenery. "
While the attendants were blindly trying to curry favor with her, Zhao Yun suddenly called out, "Quickly go and take a look. Why are those people surrounding that woman?"
Turned out Zhao Yun was tall, and on top of a fine horse. She looked to the west and saw that there was not a single person in sight. Everyone was gathered in the northwest corner, surrounding a woman.
Her attendant Zhao Yu replied, "That is for the immortal to marry his wife. The twentieth of the ninth month is the day of that immortal's marriage. It is very lively. "
Zhao Yun was surprised, "Immortal? I have never heard of it. Quickly go and take a look. "Her interest was greatly aroused. Without waiting for Zhao Yu's guidance, she brandished her whip and went straight to the northwest.
Before she even arrived, Zhao Yun was surrounded by the clamor of people. She heard people talking animatedly.
One person said, "This woman is really pitiful. She is such a fresh and beautiful young lady."
Another person had already chimed in, "You still have the heart to be pitiful? I think next year it will be your daughter's turn." That person angrily said, "Go to hell, you crow's mouth!" Another person said, "If I can marry such a beautiful woman, even if I die, it will be worth it."
Zhao Yun was baffled. She looked over and saw a group of people had surrounded half a circle. In front of them was a palace hall. The palace walls were painted bright red, the roof was covered with golden glazed roof tiles, and painted with dark green. Compared to her family's riches and honor, it was not inferior. She could not help but be amazed.
In front of the palace hall, there was an incense table, incense sticks and candles. Green smoke curled up in spirals, the fragrance was very fragrant. Hanging on the incense table were two big red flowers, a long, sharp knife, and a memorial tablet. Zhao Yun immediately saw that the woman was kneeling in front of the incense table, sobbing.
Zhao Yun looked at the woman carefully. She was quite pretty, but he did not know why she was blindly crying. Her face was like a pear blossom bathed in the rain, making people feel pity for her.
Zhao Yun could not help but wonder, "What is going on here?" Zhao Yu giggled and said, "Gongzi, please watch carefully. There will be fun later." Zhao Yun suppressed his curiosity and sat on the horse to watch carefully.
The woman was crying incessantly. Suddenly a burly man roared, "The auspicious time has arrived, the wedding ceremony for the newlyweds." Another burly man stepped forward. He was also bare-chested, with only a piece of red cloth wrapped around his arm. When he reached the incense table, he picked up the sharp knife with one hand, while his other hand grabbed the air and lifted the weeping woman up. He raised the knife and slashed it toward the woman's chest. Everybody cried out in alarm. Several scoundrels cheered.
Seeing this, Zhao Yun frowned. She felt disgusted. "Tut!" she shouted loudly. She leaped from the horse and pounced on the burly man. Her movement was so fast that nobody could react in time. They only saw a blur in front of their eyes. Zhao Yun had already stretched out her leg. With just a light tap, her leg was stuck to the burly man's chest.
The burly man cried out in alarm. He watched helplessly as Zhao Yun's leg arrived in front of him. He did not have time to dodge, nor did he have time to feel pain. With a plop, his huge body fell on his back. The sharp knife fell to the ground with a clang, startling everyone. They kept quiet out of fear and did not dare to speak.
Zhao Yu was anxious. He hurriedly shouted, "Gongzi, don't be reckless! Come back quickly! "Zhao Yun ignored him. She looked at the woman and asked," What is going on? "
Zhao Yu's face was already pale. He panicked and said, "Don't disturb the immortal's wedding! The immortal will blame you. Gongzi, please stop. "
Everyone's faces were also ashen. They were panicking and shouting, "Where did this ignorant child come from? How dare you come here to make trouble! Quickly kneel down and admit your guilt! " This wedding had been held for five years. No one had ever dared to obstruct it. Today, this ignorant brat appeared out of nowhere and actually delayed the auspicious time. They were afraid that the immortal had already blamed them.
Zhao Yun saw that everyone was kowtowing and begging the immortal to spare their lives. They were shouting blindly. Even the attendants she brought with her looked flustered. She couldn't help but feel anxious. She shouted, "If anyone dares to make noise again, my fists won't spare them!"
Because he was young, his voice was not as deep as an adult man's. However, it carried a murderous aura. The hundreds of people were speechless. Their minds were seized by him. After a while, everyone came to their senses and cursed again.
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