Chapter 2 Posthouse

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  "What a loyal and devoted servant!" Even Wu Song couldn't help but praise him, while Ximen Qing was overjoyed!

  Indeed it's Langzi Yanqing! He lives up to his name as Langzi Yanqing!

  Even at this moment, the eyes of the prodigal son Yan Qing were filled with determination, his body stood straight, and the crossbow arrow in his hand was ready to be released. There was not a trace of panic on his handsome face.

  This kind of talent must be mine!

  "Is the injured one Lu Zhishen?" Ximen Qing did not get up casually, but instead stood still and talked to Yanqing, because if something was off, Yanqing would definitely shoot out a crossbow arrow without hesitation!

  "We are also good men of the rivers and lakes, as they say, 'when we see injustice, we shout out loud', when it's time to take action, we take action." Ximen Qing didn't care whether Yan Qing could understand or not, he first threw out a few fresh insults before continuing.

  Yan Qing listened to the "Good Fellow Song" of later generations, but didn't feel anything at all. On the contrary, he coldly sneered: "What a mess, if you don't report your name, I won't be polite."

  Ximen Qing only then thought of it, he himself didn't have a majestic name, Wu Song at this time except for fighting the tiger, also didn't have any formal name, even if according to what was said inside, dressing up as a monk's appearance, it was just changing an actor's name, couldn't be considered majestic, and I don't know how Shi Nai'an thought of it in the first place, probably due to lack of imagination.

  It turns out that there is a flying thief in the time-traveling district, with the beautiful name of "Drum-on-the-Top Mite" on the rivers and lakes, making Ximen Qing envious, jealous and hateful. But thinking again, why not come up with one himself?

  Hmmm... One Sword Subdues Nine Provinces Hero? It seems a bit off, I'm actually empty-handed.

  Regretting heaven has no ring, regretting earth has no handle? I'm not Li Yuanba either.

  At the time when Ximen Qing was hesitating, Wu Song had already coughed and stood up: "Does this young fellow know about Wu Song, the tiger fighter? This is Wu Song's sworn brother Ximen Qing, who happened to pass by here and came over to investigate after hearing someone crying."

  Wu Song said so, and Ximen Qing had no choice but to stand up and salute Yan Qing with a fist, adding: "My surname is Ximen, my single name is Qing, and my nickname is Blowing Snow..."

  "Blowing snow, Ximen Blows Snow?" Yan Qing didn't have a big reaction to Wu Song's name, only slightly nodding in acknowledgement. But when Ximen Qing added: "The one who subdued the killer bees and wrote the 'Blowing Snow Seven Rests' book, Ximen Blows Snow?",

  "It's really him." Ximen Qing never thought he was so famous, even the rogue Yan Qing knew, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. He didn't think that his brother was now more famous than Wu Song.

  "Are you Yan Qing, the prodigal son? And who is that person behind you, Lu Yuanwai?"

  Yan Qing, who had relaxed a bit, picked up his bow again: "What do you mean? I heard that you became the county magistrate of Qinghe County, how are you so familiar with the affairs of the Daming Prefecture? Who let you come here? Is it Li Gu or Liang Zhongshu?"

  "Little Yi..." A hoarse voice came from behind Yan Qing, it was Lu Junyi pulling on Yan Qing's clothes: "These two heroes have no ill intentions, Little Yi don't be nervous, help me up."

  "Master!" Yan Qing also didn't care about the presence of Wu Song and Ximen Qing, threw away his bow and arrow holder and slowly helped Lu Junyi up: "Master's injury is severe, cannot move lightly!"

  "It's no trouble to say a few words, even if it's not convenient to move around." Lu Junyi shook his head and looked at Ximen Qing: "Lu Mou is in a sorry state, and has become a laughing stock for the two of you!"

  "How can Lord Lu speak like that?" Ximen Qing made a bow and said: "It's just a temporary setback, no need for Lord Lu to take it to heart. My two brothers and I are taking our families to the Eastern Capital, and we have a good doctor in our caravan who can treat your wounds."

  "Lu Junyi?" Lu Junyi bitterly smiled, leaning on Yan Qing: "The family is unfortunate, the wife was stolen by the manager, and I was driven out instead. It's said that I'm a traitor who colluded with Liangshan. If it wasn't for the loyal servant Xiao Yi, Lu would have died here."

  "Master! This is not a place to talk!" Langzi Yanqing looked around: "Since there are doctors in their caravan, why not find a quiet place to rest and recover? Staying here for too long may lead to trouble."

  Yan Qing, a rogue, usually hangs out on the streets and alleys, relying on Lu Junyi's favoritism, no one dares to provoke him, so he only treats people outside of Lu Junyi as passersby, with no respect. When Ximen Qing proactively suggested letting a famous doctor check Lu Junyi's injuries, Yan Qing felt it was only natural and had no sense of gratitude.

  "How dare you!" Lu Junyi grabbed Yan Qing's hand and scolded, "Normally, your reckless behavior is tolerable, but now that these two heroes have stepped forward, you still speak with such arrogance. If you don't know to repent, then I, Lu, will die right here!"

  Lu Junyi said with an apologetic tone to Ximen Qing: "Two heroes, Lu has injuries on his body and cannot pay respects, I hope you two won't mind!"

  "Master!" Yan Qing's sweat dripped down his back, only then did he realize his own slowness. He could only bow to Ximen Qing and Wu Song, as an apology: "Two brothers, Xiao Yi is anxious in his heart, please don't blame him!"

  "What a prodigal son, Yan Qing!" Wu Song looked at Yan Qing's expressionless face just now, but this time he was scolded by Lu Junyi for two sentences and admitted his mistake on the spot, which can be considered frank and open-minded. He couldn't help but praise: "This place is not suitable to stay for a long time, it's better to leave as soon as possible. I don't know if there are any abandoned Taoist temples or Buddhist monasteries nearby..."

  "Not far ahead is the station, what's the need to find a secluded place?" Ximen Qing nodded and said: "To win, one must first know the enemy. No matter who comes from the mansion of the noble family, no one would think that Lu Yuanwai would openly live in the station."

  Langzi Yanqing was stunned: "Ximen brother, don't talk nonsense. That post station isn't a place where ordinary people can just say they want to stay and then stay. Without an official road pass, how could you have stayed there?"

  "Let me tell you, brother, this token of mine is much more powerful than the one that can tame a mad bull." Ximen Qing also came forward to help support Lu Junyi and took out the token for Yan Qing to see.

  Yan Qing, the rogue, indeed knew his stuff. He took a look at it and exclaimed: "Imperial City Guard? How did Ximen brother get an Imperial City Guard token?"

  Lao Sun has been in charge of this station for over 20 years, welcoming and sending off people. He doesn't know how many officials have rested or stayed here, but he's never seen a situation like today's.

  The whole team looked like they didn't have any "official" air at all, but rather like a merchant who came to visit relatives, with several large carts carrying their family.

  "This is a relay station, not an inn!" Old Sun blocked the way with a frown: "Loiterers are not allowed to enter!"

  Two soldiers on the side kicked two whips and came to drive: "Get out, get out! Are your eyes blind? This is not an inn. If you don't leave, I'll take you for a crime of collision!"

  "Has the inn arrived?" Behind the big car, Xue Er and Pan Jinlian were getting impatient. Pan Jinlian stuck out her head to take a look: "Where is this place?"

  "What? This little girl is quite pretty!" The two postmen, seeing Pan Jinlian, suddenly walked towards the carriage as if they were under a spell, and spoke rudely: "Little girl, where are you going? It's almost dark, why not come over and have a drink with your brothers, we'll chat slowly..."

  Old Sun was secretly lamenting that the two station guards had no end of evil intentions, and was preparing to stop them when, following two mournful cries, Wu Song jumped down from his horse, with one punch and one kick, sent those two annoying fellows tumbling to the ground.

  "Good hit!" This time it was Xue Er who stuck her head out and cheered Wu Song on.

  Ximen Qing also watched this scene with a smile, his hands behind his back, taking in the distant sunset.

  "Don't run away with your tail between your legs! Brother, you hold on for a moment!" One of the station guards shouted out a cruel remark and then rolled and crawled into the station, looking as if he was going to call for someone.

  "Don't forget to take your gear!" Another courier lying on the ground shouted while covering his face.

  "Let's go quickly." Old Sun said with good intentions: "These two guys are both from the second prison of the Daming Mansion, arranged by Cai Jieji, don't mess with them."

  Cai Jieji? I don't know if it's Tie Huajiao Cai Fu or Yizhihua Cai Qing. Anyway, whoever is inside is just a fill-in and doesn't have any real skills at all.

  So, apart from those twenty or thirty useful ones in Liangshan Marsh, the rest are just a bunch of riffraff.

  "We won't go." Ximen Qing smiled, what's there to be afraid of with just a few postal soldiers? Moreover, Lu Junyi and Yan Qing are also in the carriage team. Now that it's making a big noise, it will only attract less attention from others.

  "Old man, I see that the several yamen runners here are all new and don't understand the rules. We'll take it upon ourselves to teach them a lesson, so they can learn from their mistakes. It's also good for you to discipline them."

  "Now that you're willing to leave, I'll consider it a favor from you." Old Sun heard Ximen Qing's tone and saw that he was unwilling to leave, getting anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

  I've been in charge of this relay station for many years, and just as I was about to retire after all the hard work, those above suddenly replaced my old comrades who had followed me for years, and now something's happened.

  "Second brother, what do you think?" Ximen Qing turned his head and looked at Wu Song.

  "It's good to exercise and stretch, just in time to eat a bit more." Wu Song shook his arm and replied, with just a few postmen, Wu Song estimated that he could solve it without even breaking a sweat.

  "What? Young man, listen to advice and you'll have enough food to eat!" Old Sun was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat, and it was clear that Ximen Qing was the leader of this group, so he came up and grabbed Ximen Qing's sleeve to advise him.

  "What a cheap thing! You've been beaten, and you still want to leave?" At this time, the courier who was rolling on the ground panted and scolded: "The brothers inside will come out with their rods soon, and you won't be able to leave even if you want to!"

  "Haha, beaten like this and still talking back?" Just then, Shi Qian arrived from behind, heard the guy's insolence, went up and kicked him in the face twice with his boots, and the courier immediately lost his voice.

  "It's them!" With a shout, the escaped soldier from earlier came running back with his wooden sword, followed by six or seven big men, some carrying rattan shields and others flower spears, charging forward: "You dare to run away?"

  "Brother, step back and watch how Wu Song knocks down these bastards with one punch!"

  What a relief!