The Passionate Guns of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 553 Meeting of Two Heroes

Du Fuwei put his face on his dragon robe and said: "What important things can we discuss with the bandit chief? No see!"

Later, when the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs heard about this incident, he secretly persuaded Du Fuwei's two godsons, and these people came to see Du Fuwei together.

"Father, according to my son's opinion, the father still sees the thief chieftain Yang Yong as the top priority. The two countries must not cut off the envoys. He has something to say, and the father has something to say. Let's see what he wants to do first. If the father blindly avoids seeing him, it will inevitably give the world a cowardly excuse." A godson bravely knelt down in front of Du Fuwei.

"Your Majesty, for the ministers to second the proposal, it is better to see Yang Yong." The rest of the civil and military ministers also knelt down.

Du Fuwei thought for a while and said: "Okay, that's the case, I will meet him when I climb to the top of Nancheng in three days." Under the joint persuasion of civil and military officials and their godsons, Du Fuwei finally reluctantly agreed to sit on the top of the tower. Meet Yang Yong.

Three days later, Du Fuwei appeared on the top of the south gate of Luzhou City at the appointment.Even though he has only been trapped for more than a month, Du Fuwei has aged a lot, but he still has a lot of style, after all, he is the emperor.As soon as you appear on the stage, you must have a yellow umbrella cover, and you must be accompanied by all kinds of civil and military officials and Tailin palace ladies.

But Yang Yong didn't pay so much attention. He was still dressed as a military general. He sat down on the Qianli Rouge Beast. Accompanied by four beautiful wives and Xu Maogong and other soldiers, Tima came to the bank of the moat. The distance between the two was more than 100 steps. , You can hear each other's yelling, but if you shoot cold arrows from the top of the city without hurting yourself, Yang Yong will stop immediately after visually measuring the distance.

It was the first time that the coaches of the two armies had such a close meeting. Du Fuwei looked down at Yang Yong from a high position and was secretly surprised. Is this Yang Yong?This guy's reputation is too great now, like the sun and the moon in the sky.But why does he look so young?Like the young man in his 20s, he is the former prince, and he must be at least forty. Why is he getting younger as he lives?Not only is she young, but she is also beautiful, chic, romantic, and majestic!
Du Fuwei looked at Yang Yong and the beautiful wives behind him, and this thought flashed through his mind.

At this time, Yang Yong was not idle, and was also looking at this all-powerful heroic figure.I saw that Du Fuwei was about forty years old, wearing a dragon crown and a rolled dragon robe, with a bloated figure, a big slightly yellow face, a wide forehead, thick eyebrows and fine eyes, regular facial features, and a black beard under his jaw floating on his chest and waist. Hanging the Sword of the Son of Heaven, surrounded by palace ladies and eunuchs behind him, and the rest of the civil and military circles on the left and right, in short, a large group of people accompanied him.

After watching it for a long time, Yang Yong felt overwhelmed, oh, this is Du Fuwei, I have seen a real person today, so I have this face, remember, it is similar to the one printed in history books and the one in movies and TV dramas worlds apart.

Now Du Fuwei doesn't have much time to look at Yang Yong's chicness, and he doesn't have too much time to pay attention to Yang Yong's romantic affairs and anecdotes. He is now devastated.He wanted to see why Yang Yong wanted to see him.

Although Du Fuwei hated Yang Yong to the bone, this was not a battlefield, and he had to take his status into account when speaking, and he couldn't lose his demeanor and dignity.

Therefore, Du Fuwei took a few deep breaths, stabilized his mind, and shouted: "The following is the King of Yiyong, what can I do?"

Yang Yong nodded slightly and said loudly: "It's Xiao Wang. Your Excellency King Wu, Xiao Wang has something to say. I wonder if His Excellency Wu Wang will listen to it?"

"Talk?" Du Fuwei threw out a word coldly.

"I don't need to say much about your situation, Xiao Wang. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Surrender, it will benefit both you and the people in the city."

"Hmph," Du Fuwei sneered a few times after hearing this, "Yang Yong, let me surrender to you? Why? A dissolute person, a remnant of the previous dynasty whose father and brother both gave up their lives, what qualifications do you have to persuade me to surrender? There are so many heroes in the world, if I want to surrender, I won’t have to worry about finding a place, so I advise you to keep your mouth shut and say goodbye!” Du Fuwei shook his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Hahaha..." Yang Yong pointed at him immediately and laughed, leaning back and forth, laughing exaggeratedly, arrogantly and irritatingly.

Du Fuwei has long been used to the emperor's demeanor in the past two years, and no one dared to laugh at him in front of him, so he had to stop, and Yang Yong, who was filling the city, shouted angrily: "You man, why are you laughing?"

Seeing Du Fuwei's disrespectful words, Yang Yong didn't need to be polite, and replied: "Old Dutou, it doesn't matter if you look down on Xiao Wang, but you have forgotten your own background? What have you done with Fu Gong Er? You won’t forget, right? No matter how unworthy this king is, at least he doesn’t steal or rob. How can a person who steals chickens and dogs now behave like a dog like Long Guanxiapei? Isn't it ridiculous to laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps?"

The four beautiful wives behind Yang Yong, Xu Maogong and others also laughed when they heard this.

"Come on, shoot the arrow!" Du Fuwei became angry with embarrassment, and the fat on his face jumped.

In the blink of an eye, arrows rained down on the city, Yang Yong didn't even frown, he just stepped back a few steps, but the rain of arrows on the city became the end of a crossbow, some fell into the moat, and some scattered on Yang Yong's horse. forward.

Wu Jun on the top of the city saw that Yang Yong and others were hiding out of range, and they also stopped their bows and arrows.

"It's impolite to come and go! The surname is Du, you go back and look carefully at what it is before making a decision!" Yang Yong said, stretching out his hand, and took a thrush bow and a spike from Princess Yujing. Arrow, took out a letter from his bosom and inserted it on the arrowhead, aimed at a wooden pillar on the tower, opened the bow like a full moon, but before he let go, there was a click, and the thrush bow broke in two.

All the generals sighed, Yang Yong turned around and smiled wryly at Princess Yujing: "Jing'er, what are you doing, so useless?"

Princess Yujing blushed and said angrily, "My lord, why did you break Jing'er's family-passed bow? Jing'er will never teach you how to shoot arrows again."

Yang Yuling, Luo Shiying and Li Wan'er hurriedly persuaded, "Jing'er don't make trouble, it's just a bow, there are many in the army, besides, the prince didn't mean it, the important thing is right now."

Princess Yujing stared, "What do you know? This is not an ordinary bow. It is a relic of my mother. The concubine did it on purpose to see the prince. I want to show off my strength, what is the use of the concubine's precious bow?" ?” As he spoke, he gave Yang Yong a dissatisfied look.

Yang Yong saw that Princess Yujing was really angry, so he hurried over to comfort him and said, "Oh, Jing'er, this king really didn't do it on purpose, if you don't use all your strength, this king is afraid that the arrow won't hit the city, so you will be lost!" To be the master's face? Jing'er doesn't have to feel bad, I will find a skilled craftsman to repair it later, and return it to Zhao."

"Really?" Princess Yujing pursed her lips in a mean-spirited manner.

Yang Yong smiled apologetically and nodded emphatically to her: "Well, Jing'er will teach the prince how to shoot arrows in the future." Princess Yujing was like a child, and her face became happy again after she sprinkled it.

(The third update, today is gone, will continue tomorrow morning, minus 14 degrees, it's so cold!)
　The third one was delivered, it is gone tonight, and it will continue tomorrow.

　　
　
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