The carriage was accompanied by drizzle, wrapped in a squeaking sound, slowly driving on Chang'an Street, the widest street in the city. Through the gap in the car door, Baochan vaguely saw a bunch of people wearing torches in the distance, as if they were arguing something, but they were too far away and couldn't hear it clearly.

So Baochan kicked the carriage with his feet and told the driver in front to see what was going on. During this reunion festival, there were so many idle people on Chang'an Street. Is there such good leisure and leisure, standing on Chang'an Street with torches and rain. Could it be that it was a soul-seeking search?

The coachman responded, slowly stopped the carriage, placed the box under his butt, and ordered Jinzhu to take care of the little master. Then he slowly climbed off his seat and walked away.

It's funny to say that this coachman who has followed him since he was just remembered has a name that is very inconsistent with his ordinary appearance, but Baochan can't remember what it is. Anyway, he vaguely remembers that his father once mentioned that this guy is very powerful in martial arts, and there are only a few people in the world who can pass three or four moves under him.

But after so many years, in addition to finding that he grind his teeth and fucked occasionally, his head of alopecia areata was getting brighter and brighter, and he didn't look like a master. As he grew older, his hair seemed to have become flesh in his heart. One and a half of it fell off by chance, and he sighed for a few days. If such a person is a master, he is a master who is even more a master than a master.

After about a cup of tea, the old coachman walked back wandering and said that someone died in front of him, and asked his little master whether to pass through or go around.

Today I was upset, and Baochan didn’t have the leisure to surround me. Isn’t it just a person who died? I have seen many people who beheaded over the years, so I don’t have so many concerns. So I waved my hand and ordered me to go straight through.

The coachman responded and climbed up to the seat, moved his butt left and right to find a comfortable position, then pulled the reins lightly. The luxurious and scary carriage continued to drive forward squeakingly.

As the carriage got closer, the people who were on torches in the distance seemed to have discovered this huge thing in the shadows. They stopped talking for a moment, but just silently watched the luxurious carriage get closer and further away.

After all, a servant couldn't help but spit on the ground and said angrily: "Is he here to demonstrate?!"

The second son of the Shen family beside him suddenly twitched: "The third son of the Zhang family, do you want to die?"

"Damn it, I don't want this cheap life today. I also want to ask if Jiang Baochan, a bastard, has any other kingly laws in the world!" Without waiting for the angry third son of the Zhang family to chase after him with a powerful killing stick, the judge Song Tong, who arrived hurriedly, ordered him to hold the third son of the Zhang family left and right, and seized the stick that caused disaster in his hand.

This Song Tongzong was wearing an official uniform that was obviously in a hurry, pulling a pair of slippers, and there was an eye poop at the corner of his eyes that had not been discovered. Although he was from a military general family, he could vaguely see the shadow of his youth from his appearance. The phoenix eyes on the face of the Chinese character were now in triangular eyes, and he kicked the butt of the Zhang family who was pressed to the ground: "Zhang Laosan, are you so confused about your mind? What are you? You dare to say such ruthless words! Xiao Zhengde! Drag this donkey down to wake up and sober up!"

"Let me go! The surname Song, I was really blind and thought you were a good official! You are just a group of bastards with Jiang! It's a good thing that Mr. Li trusts you so much! You're a damn bastard! The turtle bastard!" The people on both sides were completely stunned. The third son of the Zhang family was crazy about something, why did even judge Song Tong scold him together?!

Seeing that the judge Song Tong was so angry that his face turned pale. If he let him scold him, he would probably not be able to save his life even if the prefect Zhang came in person. The second son of the Shen family quickly grabbed a handful of soaked donkey manure from the ground next to him and stuffed it into the third son of the Zhang family. Taking advantage of his stunnedness, he helped Xiao Zhengde guard drag the madman far away.

Zhang Laosan was still struggling, but Guard Xiao had already hit the back of his head with a knife, and his neck tilted and fainted.

Dragging it to the alley next to it, Guard Xiao threw Zhang Laosan away, told Li Laoers to take good care of him, and went straight back to the street.

Just disappeared? Li Lao Er looked at Zhang Lao San who was unconscious, then looked at Guard Xiao who turned around and walked out, and he was completely confused about what was going on now.

When Zhang Laosan woke up, it was already dawn, and Li Laoer and Xiao were gone. When he arrived outside the alley, Chang'an Street had returned to its former prosperity, and there was no trace of the tragedy of last night? If it weren't for the new stone slabs that had just been replaced on the ground, Zhang Laosan really doubted whether he had drunk a lot last night and had a dream. Everything was so orderly and peaceful. Only a hidden sword mark at the entrance of the alley that everyone had never noticed told the tragedy on the street last night, silently recording a backbone that belonged to the Ming Dynasty.

The confused Zhang Laosan took off the donkey dung in his mouth and pushed away Li Laoer who was hurriedly carrying a small jar of poor wine and three taels of pigs into the water: "You dare not say that the surname Song is not afraid to care. There are always people in the world who dare to care about this unfair matter! Zhang Siyuan, Zhang Daxia, Zhou Ziran, Zhou Daxia, and Liu Daxia, who was dressed in white in the Guanzhong, are not the first-class heroes! If it really doesn't work, I will go to Yangzhou Prefecture to join Mr. Ming's Sun and Moon Hall, practice martial arts hard, and one day I will definitely take Jiang Baochan's life as a dog!" Before Li Laoer could hold him, Zhang Laosan had already run far away.
Chapter completed!