After all, this is Anlefang, a wealthy and aristocratic person. A small street fight case, the patrol censors and street patrolling princes did not dare to let such a trivial matter disturb the nobles who came and went.
The victim was taken away, and a dozen witnesses were taken away.
A dozen Wuhou led a group of non-staff "ghosts" and dispersed in the streets and alleys, pretending to arrest the suspects who had just escaped.
The suspect has now returned to Zuixianju.
In the backyard of Zuixianju, behind a large sycamore tree that had lost all its leaves, Lu Qian had long hair, wrapped in a white cloak, and wore a smooth white mask on his face, like a ghost, quietly
Standing under the tree.
The commotion on the street just now failed to disturb the guests in Zuixianju.
Especially the gentlemen and students at the Lu Clan School on the top floor are still lively and lively. You can faintly hear Lu Jun singing loudly. He is singing "Taking Off the Robe of Luo"!
This song roughly describes the story of "there is a traitor in the court" and "a gentleman whose talent is not appreciated is forced to give up his official title and abandon his official position".
"This song fits his mood quite well." Lu Qian chuckled.
Lu Jun was also one of the elites of the clan who was promoted by the Lai State Government to promote filial piety and integrity, and he once served as a high official.
However, when he was in office, there was a big mistake in the public treasury's money and food. After being involved, he was eventually forced to resign and retire.
Now, he can only learn to hang out with the Lu clan.
The once majestic pastoralist official has now become a teacher who receives a monthly salary.
"He is also a decent person." Lu Qian put his hands in his sleeves and murmured: "What benefits did the Bai family give you, so that you ignore the relationship between teachers and students, ignore your own dignity, and bully a helpless person in the clan school?
Where are the students from Yi’s family?”
Behind Lu Qian, a deep and deep voice, like a tiger panting, sounded: "Brother Qian, he has gone to the toilet three times just now. But this year, every time he goes to the toilet, there are two boys to help him. If you want him to fall again,
, I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.”
Lu Qian shook his head vigorously, and the hair on his head danced wildly in the cold wind.
"In the first three years, we had to take care of this and that, so when he broke his leg, he fell, slipped, slipped, and it was all an accident."
"This year is different. I want his legs to be broken clearly and clearly."
"When they came down, they had someone confront him and break his legs in public. Tell the people around him louder that it was because he had done something shameful and shameful that he was beaten."
The low voice asked Lu Qian curiously: "Do you want to explain what you are guilty of?"
Lu Qian kicked him behind him without looking back: "Hey, why are you saying it's so clear? You just want to make it vague and obscure, so that others can speculate."
"He did something wrong. It could be climbing on the widow's wall in the middle of the night, or harassing a minor in an alley, or hooking up with a married woman, or even hooking up with a married woman. It's up to people to speculate."
"He ruined my reputation for four years, and he always wants to retaliate."
Under the mask, Lu Qian smiled brightly.
The man hiding in the shadow behind Lu Qian laughed a few times, and an extremely tall figure was faintly visible, like a hill, huddled under the corner of the wall.
The wind blew by in waves.
Inside Zuixianju, the aroma of wine and meat floats in the wind.
There are a large number of charcoal braziers lit in every pavilion on the seven floors.
The cold wind blew through Zuixianju and when it drifted to the backyard, the cold wind was a bit hot.
Lu Qian and the people behind him stood quietly in the dark corner, quietly blowing the wind.
Suddenly, in the wind blowing in front of your face, a very light, very light, but cold and biting breath invaded faintly.
Faintly, Lu Qian heard a heartbreaking laughter.
Lu Qian shivered, and he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zuixianju. In his black and white eyes, a faint green aura appeared out of thin air.
'call'!
A small whirlwind rose from the ground beside Lu Qian, rolling up patches of snow.
The huge figure behind Lu Qian shivered at the same time, and murmured hastily: "Brother Qian, something is wrong. My heart is sweating and my hair is breaking out. When I was ten years old, I went hunting with my father and met that mandrill king.
That’s why I feel like this.”
"That time, more than a hundred of the tribesmen brought by Abba died!"
"Withdraw!" Lu Qian waved his hand vigorously: "Today, his fortune will be good. We will worry about it in a few days."
Lu Qian quickly rushed towards the back door of Zuixianju.
I could faintly hear Lu Qian muttering: "Anyway, his legs are long on his body, so he can't run away."
The burly figure who was more than a foot tall behind him followed closely behind him, also falling to the ground and soundlessly.
From various corners of the yard, seven or eight figures rushed out, followed them quickly, quietly opened the back door, and rushed into the alley behind Zuixianju.
The wind blew, and from behind the big tree where Lu Qian was hiding just now, a soft and sad woman's voice sounded faintly.
"Ms. sir, we... huh?"
Several red lanterns hanging high in Zuixian Tower swayed, and dim light shone into the backyard.
Under the big tree, a touch of red embroidered shoes flashed past.
The soft and charming voice sighed quietly: "One husband is gone, but there are still so many husbands. Choose carefully and slowly. My husband, let's pair up and play tricks?"
Lu Qian was wrapped in a large white cloak, with his long hair hanging loosely, and a warm hat on his head, covering most of his cheeks. He walked out from behind Zuixianju and returned to the street where someone touched him just now.
The place is bustling with people and brightly lit.
The cold aura that was so corrosive just now, like mercury trying to penetrate every pore of his, causing his internal organs to sting with cold air, disappeared.
Lu Qian took a big breath, and white air spurted out far away.
He glanced at Zuixianju in shock and murmured: "What the hell? This is not a normal thing. This..."
Before Lu Qian could finish what he was saying to himself, dozens of feet ahead, from the top floor of Qionghua Pavilion, one of the thirty-six famous buildings in Haojing, a roar was heard like thunder exploding, and the roar shook half of Anle Square.
"How dare you, a demon, to cause trouble!"
There was a loud noise, and a small half of the top floor of Qionghua Pavilion was exploded. Countless broken bricks and tiles fell from a high place. Several burly men wearing black clothes, fish scale armor on their upper bodies, and swords on their waists were surrounded by two people.
A figure jumped down from the sky.
Lu Qian's eyes were filled with green energy, and he instantly saw clearly the appearance of the two figures being supported.
One is Baiqiong.
Lu Qian also knew another middle-aged man wearing a light red robe and a rhinoceros horn belt around his waist!
This guy is He Jun, the commander of Anlefang, the highest-ranking administrative officer of Anlefang, and the herdsman of nearly one million people in Anlefang, a land that is hundreds of miles long and wide!
In the past three years, at the end of each year, thieves invaded the Tianenhou Mansion and stole a large amount of money from Mrs. Hu's private treasury.
Because of this theft case, Mrs. Hu has disturbed Anlefang Ling Yamen in the past three years.
He Jun led his subordinates several times to the Tianenhou Mansion in despair to apologize.
Mrs. Tianenhou made a big fuss in Anlefang Lingyamen. This has been an anecdote that everyone in Anlefang talked about in the past few years. The few times He Jun came to the door, Lu Qian and other young people from the Lu family watched at the door.
!
"Bai Qiong!"
"He Jun!"
"The sufferer who touched the porcelain, the witness who acted bravely, and the censor who arrived in time, and the prince who patrolled the streets!"
Lu Qian's face twitched and he stared at He Jun deeply.
He noticed that He Jun's expression was wrong.
He Jun, who is nearly forty years old, usually takes very good care of himself, with smooth and smooth skin like a peach, but now he is as shriveled as an eggplant that has been exposed to the sun for a day.
The skin on his face is shriveled, and countless fine wrinkles can be seen on his forehead.
His red lips were blue, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eye bags were dark. His body was trembling, and he was limp and supported by two strong men in well-dressed clothes. He looked like he had been drinking too much all year round and was physically weak.
What’s even more surprising is that Lu Qian’s sharp eyesight allowed him to see details that ordinary people on the street failed to notice.
The front hem of He Jun's red robe was very wet. He was jumped from a tall building with someone, and the dripping water dropped down along the hem of his clothes and sprinkled a large area on the ground.
Lu Qian stopped and stepped back step by step, retreating away from Bai Qiong and He Jun.
In Qionghua Pavilion, countless men and women screamed in surprise, and a man in gorgeous clothes rushed out of the gate in embarrassment, surrounded by guards.
On the top of the building, an elegant man wearing a white gown and holding a folding fan was shouting loudly. The roar as loud as thunder came from his mouth.
He looks like a dragon, stepping on the roof of Qionghua Pavilion and constantly refracting and retreating.
The folding fan with a landscape painting in his hand kept making loud "bang bang" noises, and each blow brought up a strong gust of wind and hit the collapsed attic room.
I couldn't see clearly who he was fighting.
His opponent has been hiding in the collapsing room and has not shown his face.
The elegant man's face was red, and the hot air above his head turned into white steam rising up, reaching a height of more than ten feet.
"Blood Qi Langyan, at least has the twelfth level of cultivation to expand the pulse."
Lu Qian looked at the white steam above the man's head and murmured: "This is a good hand. The generals in Laiguo's palace are generally of this level. Who is he fighting?"
The cold wind blew in my face.
Lu Qian glanced at Bai Qiong and He Jun again.
Bai Qiong, like He Jun, looked dehydrated after being exposed to the sun.
However, his situation was worse than He Jun's.
Lu Qian clearly saw that the clothes on Bai Qiong's chest were torn, and there was half a small cyan handprint on the left side of his heart.
The handprints were green and black, as if they had been burned with a red-hot iron, and the handprints were even a centimeter deep into his skin.
Bai Qiong had fainted, and blue-black blood kept spurting out from his mouth.
His injuries were obviously much more serious than He Jun's.
Lu Qian shook his head slightly and quickened his retreat.
In the cold wind, a chuckle suddenly came: "Ms. sir..."
It seemed that only Lu Qian heard the soft laughter.
Lu Qian's expression changed.
On the top of Qionghua's attic, the elegant man who was shouting an attack let out a miserable howl. Without seeing exactly what was attacking him, he vomited blood and fell down from the roof, landing headfirst on the ground.
‘Click’!
The sound of the man's neck being broken could be heard clearly by people in half the street.
