As he spoke, he hooked his right fist and slammed it the chin.

Everyone clearly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking, and suddenly they all felt a chill in their hearts, and the family was already screaming miserably, struggling with his hands and feet, but the screams seemed to be a little deformed, as if they were squeezed out of their throats.

It turned out that Dong Ce's punch was extremely heavy, and it had already smashed his mandible, and even under the huge force vibration, even his teeth were broken out a lot, and his tongue was scratched all over the scars, and blood mixed with saliva flowed out unconsciously in a mouth.

There are even white bone stubble piercing the skin and peeking through the flesh.

It's just that Dong Ce this time, instead of deterring these families, it stimulated the ferocity in their hearts, these families relied on the power of the Su family to run rampant in the township, and no one did this heat, how could they have suffered such a big loss?

"Kill this thief!" I don't know who shouted, and all the family members waved the whistle stick in their hands and smashed it towards Dong Ce in unison.

"Is there any of you?" Dong Ce let out a long laugh and smashed the screaming family member forward, and smashed two of them on the spot, and with a whistle, Shi Jin and a few people rushed out from the corner of the alley......

Rush up, punch and kick.

There is no suspense about what happened next, these families bullied and bullied the common people, they were experts, but in the face of the novels "One", "Ben", and "Read" novels, these few soldiers under Dong Ce who have seen blood and killed people, are too far behind. After a few blows, they were all knocked to the ground, and Shi Jin and a few people were ruthless and black, and they beat these family members to the ground crying and screaming for their mothers, and there were not many scars on the surface.

Dong Ce kicked the door open with a hard kick, and the two door panels slammed into the wall, making two loud noises. The whole compound listened to it really, and suddenly there was a commotion, and I don't know how many people poked their heads out to look this way!

"Let's go in!" Dong Ce shouted.

"Yes!" Everyone agreed, and their faces slowly became excited. It's really refreshing to follow such a boss who is quick to enmity and act decisively.

Dong Ce's face was as pale as iron, his left hand was pressed on the iron knife at his waist, and the iron spear was held in his right hand, just striding forward.

Entering the gate, bypassing the shadow wall, there is a large square behind it, with blue bricks all over the ground, poplars and willows planted in all directions, and a circle of houses around it, which is supposed to be the residence of the people under the family. The movement at the door has naturally alarmed many people, and they all came out to see, when they saw Dong Ce striding over, his steps were like wind and thunder, and they were all taken by God, and no one dared to stop them, but someone sneaked away, presumably to return to his master. At the door of the third courtyard, Dong Ce met the current head of the Su family.

Su Yimo.

Contrary to Dong Ce's expectations, the head of the Su family, who won the show and donated the prisoner, was not as suave as his name, as if he was a beautiful son.

On the contrary, this benevolent brother can be said to be unacceptable. He had a dark complexion, his face was full of wrinkles, he didn't look like a scholar, but like an old peasant, and he was also short and thin, wearing a moon-white robe on his body. It's obviously about forty people, but it looks like it's more than fifty.

Behind him, there was a young man in his twenties, the average height of the two, but this young man was much fatter, like a ball, his complexion was also white and pure, his eyes were narrow and long, looking at Dong Ce, his eyes were full of vicious light.

These two must be the Su father and son.

Compared with his own son's vicious words, Su Yimo is much calmer and steady, just standing there, looking at Dong Ce silently, with a faint expression, it seems that the person who was beaten by Dong Ce and broke into the mansion and lost face was not him.

He behaved like this, Dong Ce was in his heart, he didn't believe that this Su Yimo really had such a belly, he must be holding back now, once he had a seizure, it would be ruthless.

He clenched his fists loudly: "This official has something to discuss with Mr., but Your Excellency has a wicked slave in front of the road, and he has no choice but to do it, and I ask Mr. for forgiveness." ”

Although Su Yimo is a student, he has no official position and no position, and it is reasonable to call him a gentleman. It's just that his attitude and tone inevitably give people a very disrespectful feeling, and Su Gongzi suddenly shouted in a low voice: "The rats are rude......

On the contrary, Su Yimo was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the martial artist in front of him would not be so vulgar in his conversation.

Dong Ce didn't speak, just glanced at Su Gongzi lightly, the fierceness in his eyes made him stunned, and he couldn't say the rest of his words.

Su Yimo snorted lightly and said lightly: "You martial artist, you don't know how to be polite, why did you break into my mansion?" If I can't say this clearly, I have to go to Zhenqiang Fort to write a letter of resignation, but I am also familiar with Lord Zhenqiang Fort. ”

Dong Ce secretly screamed.

Su Yimo is much more sleek than his round son, but he does not speak ill of Dong Ce, but uses power to suppress him, and directly points out his relationship with Hou Jiawei - that is the top boss of Dong Ce's top boss. It's just that he thinks he is extremely polite when he says it, but the contempt for the generals and military attaches in and out of those words can't be concealed!

If it was something else, Dong Ce would not want to provoke this person who is under the jurisdiction of Datong Town, but at this time, he would have to provoke anything. Besides, kicking the door and beating people, this is already tearing the faces of both sides at all, even if it is not retreating at this time, the other party can not hold a grudge?

He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and said, "Mr. Su, the matter is big, there are many people here, why don't we go to the hall to talk?" ”

Listening to him talk about Swen, Su Yimo was even more surprised, snorted dissatisfiedly, and nodded after all.

The three of them walked in front, and Shi Jin and a few people followed closely behind with knives in their hands.

This living room is quite large, paved with terrazzo bricks, there are many celebrity calligraphy and paintings hanging on the four walls, seven or eight chairs are placed, and there is a screen behind the main seat in the middle. Dong Ce strode in, honestly and unceremoniously sat down on the first seat on the right hand, he looked up and down a few times, the calligraphy and paintings are genuine, the chair is a fine small leaf rosewood, the front of the screen is a landscape dripping with ink, the point is the autumn scenery, with the ink bright and clear, Wendun light, green and green color is simple and elegant, at a glance you know that it is not ordinary.

Dong Ce took a closer look, and the inscription and bell seal below were written with the words 'Xiangguang Jushi', which made Dong Ce's body sitting on the chair move - Xiangguang Jushi, but it was the famous Wanli Dynasty Nanjing Rite Department Shangshu, who was nicknamed Wen Min after his death, and achieved the pinnacle of Wenchen's ability to be a minister - Dong Qichang!

He beckoned, Shi Jin and a few people understood, and with a wave of his arms, he knocked the entourage of the Su father and son into a stumble, and they also entered the hall, and with a bang, the carved wooden door was shut! A few people looked like door gods, standing at the door with their arms crossed, their faces irrelevant to each other.

Su Yimo's color changed suddenly, slapped the table, and said sharply: "What do you mean?" ”

But he was also very inward-looking, and he was really afraid that the outlaw in front of him would chop himself off with a knife that he didn't care about - that was too wrong, and he didn't know what these rogue soldiers were doing to come to the door?

"Huh...... Mr. Su, don't be impatient! Dong Ce smiled and pointed to the seat opposite: "Please sit down and listen to the official and you." ”

Su Gongzi sneered, and said with disdain on his face: "Open your mouth, close your mouth, it's just a small flag chief, and you really take yourself as a garlic?" ”

Su Yimo glared at him fiercely, and slowly sat down opposite Dong Ce, Su Gongzi shut up stupidly, and stood behind his father.

Dong Ce was surprisingly good-tempered at this time, he smiled, and suddenly didn't take it to heart.

He looked at the hall for a long time, got up again, and walked around the hall, looking at Su Yimo and his son very impatiently.

After a while, Dong Cefang pointed to the beams and pillars carved and decorated with complex patterns, and then pointed to the water-worn green bricks on the ground, and then pointed to the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, furniture screens, and sighed, "A hundred-year-old family is a hundred-year-old family, after all, it is not comparable to the shallow-footed nouveau riche. Today, I finally saw what the country and the wang clan look like. ”

These words raised the Su family high enough, to say that the Su family is actually just a big squire in the land here, and there is a considerable gap between it and the family of high-ranking officials and nobles, let alone the dynasty of the country--it is not even a shadow.

But everyone loves to listen to flattery, and these two are no exception, Su Gongzi's face is colorful, but his heart is ruthless, boy, now that he knows that he is afraid, he has begun to say kind words? It's late! Look, after calling you, Lao Tzu told you to not survive, you can't die!

Su Yimo touched his chin and beard, and said to himself: "You are a good talker, but what you said is a bit too much." ”

"Where?" Dong Ce laughed, pointed to the screen and said, "This picture of Dong Wen ...... It is not an exaggeration to say that the eight scenes of Qiuxing of Lord Dong are rare treasures, and they are the noble homes in Beijing, I am afraid that there is no such one! ”

He almost uttered the words 'Dong Wenmin Gong' -- if his memory is not bad, Dong Qichang died in the ninth year of Chongzhen, that is, two years later, and he only had a nickname after his death.

"How can you read? Can you still see that this is a painting by Lord Dong? The surprise in Su Yimo's heart could no longer be hidden.

"It's not difficult to read and write." Dong Ce smiled faintly: "Don't talk about anything else for the time being, just your painting must be worth a few thousand taels of snowflake silver, right?" ”