"Madam, don't be afraid, I'm here." Yang Chengzu said, and the place where the sword started, he had already chopped over a refugee rushing over, and then pulled Mrs. Qian to the side, avoiding the other person's pounce. Most of these refugees have no martial arts skills, but there are too many. If it weren't for the killers' backs, they would have been dealt with by the refugees. Relying on their armor and a sword, Yang Chengzu glided outward like a swimming fish, struggling against the crowd.

At this time, martial arts skills are far less important than luck. He doesn't know how many punches or sticks he has been hit. Finally, he has a great fortune and can still hold on.

At the moment of crisis, suddenly there were chaotic footsteps on the street. A large group of men dressed in warriors rushed over, and some shouted "Protect Madam!" Some people had already started shooting arrows at the refugees or threw hidden weapons. These people were quite large and had weapons in their hands. When they arrived, they immediately killed and injured a lot of refugees. Yang Chengzu took the opportunity to protect Mrs. Qian and rushed out of the siege.

In just a short moment, Yang Chengzu's clothes had been torn apart in many places, revealing the rhinoceros armor inside. Because Mrs. Qian was protected by him, her clothes were intact, but her veil was torn off, revealing a young face.

The dark eyebrows, the phoenix eyes, the cherry nose is straight, the cherry mouth is crimson, the skin is white and tender, like the best mutton fat jade. A melon-shaped face and the chin is slightly pointed. According to the standards of this era, this is probably a flaw, but in Yang Chengzu's view, this face is perfect. Yang Chengzu has seen many beautiful women, but when he first saw Mrs. Qian's true face, he was still stunned, and then he thought: Fortunately, she was wearing a veil, otherwise she would have rushed over from the beginning, and she would not be able to resist.

Those warriors were all Mrs. Qian's guards. As soon as they rushed up, Mrs. Qian was safe. But she looked around and said anxiously: "Rapo is still in the crowd, go and rescue her."

"No need to worry about the master, I have already rushed out." As he spoke, the woman had already rushed out of the crowd, and her clothes were torn a few places, but she didn't look ugly, much better than Yang Chengzu's appearance. Only then did Mrs. Qian notice that her veil had fallen and hurriedly turned around and said, "Go quickly and get a veil."

Among those refugees, some even brought oil bottles to the store, and some people thought of setting fire. However, the rain was too heavy and the fire could not be released, so they had to throw stones and rob anything. Some people rushed to the next house without grabbing anything, and some people grabbed things and wanted to escape.

These people were OK to fight with the wind, but after being killed by these guards, they were a little confused and they retreated and seemed to want to escape. Suddenly, there were heavy sounds of military boots on both sides of the alley, and a large number of Anlu Camp soldiers carried weapons in their hands to block the sides of the alley.

Mrs. Luo went over and said something to the officer, and then took something to show the other party. The officer who led the officer looked carefully for a long time, and finally nodded. He asked Mrs. Qian and her guards to rest for a while behind the team. The officer who led the officer shouted: "By the order of the governor of the state, to quell the rebellious bandits, and even those who dared to smash the shops, they would be killed, and no one would be left! Everyone obeyed the order, raised their bows and shot arrows!"

First, there were arrows, then soldiers lined up in a row and held weapons and killed them, like rolling soup and pouring snow, or like Mount Tai pressing the top. These refugees trapped in the middle had no way to resist. Soon, the bodies were piled up into a hill in the middle of the street. The soldiers began to push open the door of the shop and rushed in to search for the remaining ones.

Yang Chengzu was hit by a brick in the chaos, and the wound was bleeding. He didn't feel any pain at first. It was not until this time that he felt uncomfortable. When he touched his hand, he felt a lot of sticky.

Mrs. Qian pulled him to the tea room, and all the bodies were dragged out by the guards, and then ordered people to get water and take Jinchuang medicine. Mrs. Luo wanted to go over and apply medicine, but Mrs. Qian said, "I will do it myself. Can't my life-savior give him some medicine?"

After circling the medicinal cloth, Yang Chengzu felt that he seemed to be the wounded soldiers in the era drama, but he dare not carelessly bandage the wound. At this time, there are not many medicines to deal with the wound. Once it is infected or cold, it will be a life-threatening medicine. Fortunately, the bandage method of Mrs. Qian is unfamiliar, but the movements are gentle, the wound is cold and there is no pain.

The two were close together, and the fragrance rushed straight to their noses. When they recalled her appearance, Yang Chengzu couldn't help but feel distracted. Mrs. Qian, but she had never heard of any Qian Man. I heard that there was a Qian Man in her city, but she was just a fat man in her fifties. Bah! Can you be worthy of her like this? Besides, that guy just opened two silk shops, not a big rich man, nor did he have such great wealth.

Mrs. Luo went outside and soon found out the news, saying that a restaurant owner on the street took in a few half-old children of refugees and acted as a friend. This kind of guy only gave food and drink, and didn't give him wages. I think he was just trying to save some money. But unexpectedly, he found that these guys secretly stole things from the store and gave them to refugees outside. The boss rushed to beat him when he was anxious, but the guys pushed him away.

In anger, he called other guys to beat people. He heard that they had injured people, and then drove them out and stopped using them. The refugees carried the people to his door and asked for an explanation. Somehow, someone stirred up everyone and snatched them.

The boss had been beaten to death by the rioters, and the store was stolen. What's worse was that there were two stores that were watched by women, so they couldn't speak. Mrs. Qian's hand trembled slightly, and she seemed to have thought about what would happen if Yang Chengzu had pulled herself out today.

"What are the Anlu camp soldiers doing? I remember that there was a whistle station near this street. But when the refugees started smashing and smashing them, how long did it take? Who is the chief officer who led the troops today? I want his name and resume." Mrs. Qian asked coldly, obviously preparing to settle the accounts.

While staring at her jade wrist, Yang Chengzu said, "I guess it's not as simple as what I do. If it's just a corpse-positioned meal, it's nothing. The Ming Dynasty is so big that feeding some rice insects is not a problem at all. What I'm afraid of is not the rice insects, but the disaster of eating and tearing the pot. That's really going to happen."

A leader in the guard said, "What Yang Yizheng said is that when we came over, the officers and soldiers stopped us. They said that this was the government's business and we couldn't let us take action privately. In the end, we forced ourselves to break through."

There were already bursts of crying outside the shop. The sound was not the refugees, but the owners, owners or relatives of the victims. After learning that the government had been suppressing the situation, many people had come to check their losses or care about their relatives.

"Taking things outside!" Mrs. Qian said angrily: "The lives and losses of these people must be counted on them. Luo Po, if you go to pass on my wife's words, we will close the business first. The shopkeeper's friend will follow me into the mansion and send the goods in his hand to the palace first. A batch of houses will be built in the future. No one can bear the losses anymore. Also, today's spy, I want his whole family to die."

"Madam, don't worry, leave it to me." Luo Po responded without saying anything else

Yang Chengzu's injuries were bandaged, and he felt that some of the medicine had been wasted. Now he was a white-haired man. Those who didn't know thought he had suffered so much injuries. This pure tea room had been smashed to pieces. He sighed, "Have you started to smash it? All this is just the beginning. I'm afraid I don't know how many such things are waiting later."

"So many people died, can't they scare them?" Mrs. Qian seemed a little unbelievable. No matter what, she still agreed with the tens of thousands of people. She made a quick decision and dared to kill people. She cut off hundreds of heads, which should be able to calm the refugees.

"If Anlu Camp is in his own hands, it can indeed scare them, but if Anlu Camp is not in his own hands, this kind of killing will only have a counterproductive effect. For us, it is killing hundreds of chaotic people, and for those refugees, the government killed hundreds of villagers. To reason, they have a lot of truths to say, not to mention that they don't plan to reason at all. The seeds of hatred have been planted, so it is unlikely that anything will bloom. Wan Tong is a good official, but unfortunately, he went in the wrong direction at the beginning, and now he may have realized that there is a problem and wants to gradually correct it. If he is given enough time and supplies, there is still something to do, but now there is nothing, so what can he do? The lady might as well send someone to inquire. It is estimated that new problems will still occur within a day or two."

"Will those people take action now?" Mrs. Qian was also a little nervous. Everything that happened in front of her was real, and she couldn't take it calmly anymore.

"It shouldn't be the case for the time being. There are too many refugees, and the White Lotus Cult does not account for the majority. Moreover, rebellion is to kill the head, and it is not to say that if you usually talk about some rituals and draw some talismans, you can make them stand up and die. So what they have to do now is incite. This is just like what I said about ignition. They can't do it at once. As long as they stir the fire a little bit and then try to extinguish the fire, it will be impossible. By that time, they just need to add a little fire and the whole Anlu can turn into a big fire, and their wish will be fulfilled."

The place of right and wrong should not be left for a long time. Hundreds of lives have just died here, but who knows what else will happen later. After the wound is treated, the guards protect Mrs. Qian and Yang Chengzu and got into the carriage, and the vehicle headed straight to the direction of the royal palace.

This was the first time Yang Chengzu had a car with Mrs. Qian. He had a thick mattress in the car, and he could not feel any bumps. There was a beautiful beauty opposite, and the car was filled with some unknown spice, and he felt lazy. He couldn't help but lean his body against the wall of the car and hummed a little tune in his mouth:

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