When Zhang Yang was about to turn around and leave, the young master Duan Ming, said, "In the radius, there are all people from the Jinyiwei, and soldiers are constantly patrolling, and there are also several cannons there. How do you go in? You are a scholar, look at your martial arts foundation, internal strength and true energy. Just like me, you are a scholar with no power. How do you plan to go in? Before you get close, you will be thrown into the Chengdu prison."

"Damn, brother, tell me, what do you want to eat and drink, I'll treat you! Stop playing, okay? Are you making trouble? Make trouble! Watfa!" Zhang Yang was defeated by the man in front of him, and sat back. Looking at Duan Ming's woman's face, he looked like a dead ladyboy, Zhang Yang was even more depressed and said with tears in his face, "You can help me, but you just want to make trouble? Can we speak well and stop making trouble? Young Master, I'm really busy!"

"Hmph, okay! I'll help you, it's just an introduction. You'll make me happy. By the way, you're making trouble with me? What does it mean!"

"It means you make fun of me and amuse me, so you are speechless and angry and shouting - what are you doing, that's what you mean!"

"Oh, so that's it! Brother, you should take the exam for the title. Maybe you can be edited in the Hanlin Academy. With your skills, you can make lyrics, and it suits the tone very well, good! I'm a special post? Make trouble! - Interesting, interesting, and it's really interesting."

Duan Ming thought it was very interesting and repeated these two words several times. He heard such an ancient man, "Waterfa" on the left. Although he read it as "I special", the right one "make trouble". Even Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing. He felt that it was too damn comedy and time travel. What's this called? Those great directors are not joking every day, what - the surreal story is here now.

When Duan Ming met the person in front of him, he couldn't help laughing at himself and said curiously: "Young Master Zhang, is there anything wrong with my face?"

"Nothing! You can really take me to see the Ziqi Captain, I'm very anxious!" Zhang Yang controlled his smile and emotions. At this time, he asked this question directly, which was also a crucial issue he was most concerned about, that is, if he believed this person, could he take him to see this so-called "Ziqi Captain"!

"But you have to tell me what you are doing with the Ziqi Captain. Even if you want to please her, buy an official position, or seek a position of Jinyiwei to make a living, you have to tell me directly, otherwise you will never be able to enter without knowing what you are going to do.

If you are the killer of the Mongol Tartars, I am an accomplice, we will squat the sky prison together and ask for the death of the autumn." Regarding the question of his own life, Duan Ming even used the ancients' literary names to each other and directly said "you", "me", "he/her". It seems that they are all afraid of death. Whether it is the ancients or the moderns, fear of death is obviously a common problem among humans.

Duan Ming also said at this time, and said in his opinion: "If you are going to seek an official position, no matter what method you use, I will tell you that the person who is impossible loves nothing, is still a woman, you said you can't give him a handsome man, right? You said no, so it's better to go home quickly, or I will tell you the address of my house in the future. If you come to me as a servant in my mansion, it's not like we have a relationship today, it's also a way out."

"I didn't say I wanted to ask for an official position. Besides, why can't she be a woman? I'll give her a handsome man, just give her the young master to her. Then, hehehe, I... I'll wipe it, what are you doing?" Zhang Yang's reaction was so big, because Duan Ming on the opposite side squirted on Zhang Yang's face.

"Damn it! Is it so sweet tone? I don't drink this kind of wine! What's wrong? I'm convinced." Zhang Yang was so depressed that he was in a hurry and said "I'm sorry" that Duan Ming handed over the handkerchief. He couldn't help but feel angry and helpless, and wiped off the wine on his face, looking very depressed. He really felt that he was in trouble and met this troublemaker.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"

"You are really making trouble. Are you happy when you spit your mouth full of saliva?"

“That’s wine….”

"Shut up, I'm telling me that I don't have saliva when I enter my mouth? Did you brush your teeth today?"

"ah?"

“…Wait, I really…!”

"Wait until you rinse your mouth, and twice!!!"

Zhang Yang wiped the wine on his face in great depression and was about to return Duan Ming's handkerchief, and he couldn't help but feel chills, and even cursed the little man in his heart! Zhang Yang threw the handkerchief to Duan Ming in disgust, and Duan Ming took the handkerchief and looked at Zhang Yang with such an expression strangely and said, "Didn't you wipe it clean? Why do you still have this expression? I'm not disgusted with my handkerchief!"

"Nonsense, that's your saliva, can you be disgusted? No! Fuck, that's your saliva, you will definitely not be disgusted by yourself. You almost said the wrong thing, you were all hurt by your handkerchief."

"Hahaha, what are you talking nonsense? Do you want me to swear on you? Haha, it seems that your tone tells me that I am not so disgusting!" Duan Ming couldn't help but feel happy, and even became interested in teasing the person in front of him who met today. He suddenly felt that today was worth it. When he met such an interesting person, although he was a person who did not go on the right path and asked for an official position, he would not lose his fun today. It seems that there are also interesting people among such people, and no one is perfect, and the same goes for the other way around!

When Duan Ming was about to put away the veil, he couldn't help but ask with some amusement and curiosity: "What did you say just now? Why did you have to do with my handkerchief again? You still dislike it so much, why don't you use your own!"

Zhang Yang had a bitter face. Why did he meet this dead shemale today? A boy and a woman were talking about a dead shemale, but he didn't expect that he was a dead shemale with a sissy soul. Zhang Yang said directly, pointing to the handkerchief he was about to put away: "Which man's handkerchief, tell me it's pink?

And there are butterflies embroidered, and there is a scent of rouge. You are definitely a dead gay man, or a eunuch!" Zhang Yang was afraid that the other side would not understand the meaning of the dead shemale and sissy, so he directly used this meaning that he knew in ancient times to express it.
Chapter completed!