When the patrol squeezed through the crowd and arrived in front of the store, they saw only a bunch of chattering people. In a blink of an eye, they were chased away by the sergeant. The street returned to normal, and the sergeant continued to patrol.
In the restaurant next door, Song Liyun, Abu and Lin Qingyuan sat across from Qi Heng in the private room on the second floor.
Qi Heng looks ordinary. He has a dark complexion and two sharp eyes because he travels around all the time.
"I am Qi Heng, the third son of the Qi family, the emperor's merchant in Hecheng. May I ask which tribe the girl comes from? Now that the Lin family is involved in lawsuits, they have no chance to do business again, so it is better for the girl to choose another way!"
Qi Heng started poaching directly in front of Lin Qingyuan, but what he said was Di Lu's words.
Song Liyun said nothing and only glanced at Abu.
Abu said: "We saints don't do business."
He spoke fluent Wu Dynasty dialect, but the content of his words made Qi Heng's heart skip a beat. His expression suddenly became serious, and he stood up and saluted: "I wonder what the saint's visit to Hecheng means? Why didn't you tell me in advance? Fortunately, I'm outside the Xiashi Pass.
Welcome him and avoid being interrogated by those rude military men."
What he said is interesting!
Song Liyun snorted in his heart: He wanted to find out the purpose of his visit, but also wanted to find out his way into the pass.
Naturally, Song Liyun would not follow Qi Heng's wishes. The veil on his face moved slightly and he said softly: "I'm just walking around casually and looking at the scenery everywhere. Do I need to report to Mr. Qi when I get to Hecheng?"
Qi Heng was blocked by Song Liyun's neither soft nor hard words, but he couldn't get angry. He was a suspicious person, so how could he let it go?
Moreover, the "saint girl" in front of him was so unfamiliar that even with the Dzi beads bracelet, he still doubted her identity: "Young lady, you are too worried! I just walk around the grassland a lot, and I am familiar with many tribes."
I don’t know which tribe the girl belongs to, maybe I’m a good friend of the tribe leader, and the girl can go live with Qi’s family in the future.”
He spoke modestly, but his eyes lingered on Song Liyun's agate necklace and white stone bracelet, and his mind quickly recalled the legend of Dzi beads he knew.
It is said that the Di tribe is a nation protected by the gods, but the maids sent by the gods usually do not reveal their identities and only reveal themselves in times of crisis.
Every tribe wanted to have its own divine messenger, so some girls were given dzi beads made of stone and called "holy girls" to the outside world.
In fact, no one has ever seen a real saint.
And this one in front of me...
Qi Heng gradually began to make speculations in his mind: The Dzi beads were dim and had faint cracks. They looked like old beads that had been inherited. Could it be that this woman was traveling from a royal tribe?
However, Song Liyun was sitting upright at this moment, with his eyes closed and dozing off. He looked aloof and didn't want to talk to anyone, which made Qi Heng, an experienced man, feel uneasy.
Song Liyun didn't have the answer, and there was only one person he could control.
Lin Qingyuan did not take his seat, but stood behind Song Liyun as respectfully as Abu.
"Lin Er, come here, I have something to ask you."
Qi Heng stood up and went to the cubicle next to him, looking at Lin Qingyuan meaningfully.
Her eyes no longer held the kindness they had just now, and she stared at him sharply.
Lin Qingyuan cupped his hands and said, "Master Qi, please tell me if you have anything to say. I have the responsibility to do this, so I'm sorry!"
Qi Heng's face suddenly sank.
The Qi family has a transcendent status in Hecheng. Except for Zhenbei Military Camp, all merchants in Yunzhou look at his family's appearance.
Now that the Lin family is still being detained in Hecheng, if Lin Qingyuan dares to disobey him even if he finds a backer, he will be arrested together!
But... Qi Heng's eyes swept away, and his words were no longer friendly: "Here, I'd like to invite the saint to the Qi family as a guest!"
Lin Qingyuan and Abu stood in front of Song Liyun: "Master Qi, do you want to rob someone in Hecheng?"
Qi Heng never considered what was wrong with his behavior.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed into the house and surrounded Song Liyun. They were all escorts from the Qi family.
Song Liyun sat still, only looking at Qi Heng with raised eyebrows: "You are disrespectful to me, so don't you worry about the Qi family being confiscated and exterminated?"
Qi Heng laughed loudly: "The things you talk about with gods and gods are not feasible in the Wu Dynasty. Although there are temples everywhere in the world and they are prosperous, who has seen the true god? Don't waste your time, just follow them obediently.
Let’s go!”
Song Liyun stood up and turned to look at Lin Qingyuan and Abu: "Cover your noses, you guys will run away when I leave!"
Abu and Lin Qingyuan both raised their hands and pinched their noses.
Song Liyun raised her eyebrows and said to Qi Heng: "Master Qi, I'm sorry!"
She raised her hand, made a slight puff sound, and a stream of air hit Qi Heng's door.
Qi Heng was very skilled and became alert when Song Liyun asked him to cover his nose. However, no matter how fast he reacted, he could not get the powerful drug in one second.
As well as the accompanying guards, seven or eight people in the room fell to the ground one after another.
Abu's eyes widened, and if Song Liyun hadn't asked him to pinch his nose, he would have screamed.
The door was still open, and the sound of people falling to the ground alerted people outside.
Song Liyun waved his hand and put all the unconscious people on the ground into the space.
Without any hesitation, she turned around and jumped from the window.
There is no air in her space and cannot store living creatures. It only takes one minute for Qi Heng and others to suffocate to death.
Song Liyun had no martial arts skills. He landed from the second floor of a height of five meters. He first jumped to the cloth stall next to him, which he had long expected, and then rolled with the force of the fall. He still felt that his legs were hitting the ground heavily.
A man fell from the sky, causing an uproar in the streets.
"Come up quickly!" Song Dekui drove the boxcar over.
Regardless of the pain in her knees, Song Liyun quickly got up and got into the car.
Song Dekui waved his whip, and the carriage flew past the street.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. People all over the street were looking up at the windows on the second floor. Only the smashed cloth vendor was jumping and cursing.
On the second floor, Abu led Lin Qingyuan and ran out from the door. Qi Heng's people who stayed outside naturally wanted to intercept him when they heard the noise.
The two sides fought on the narrow stairs.
In terms of fists and kicks, Lin Qingyuan was even inferior to Song Liyun. When he saw the sword being waved towards him, he was so frightened that he hid here and there.
Fortunately, Abuli was taller than anyone else, and he was holding a large square wooden table to fight with others.
The wooden table is heavy and wide, and cannot be split with a knife. If the wooden table hits it, it will fall downstairs, and the whole family will not be able to break through it for a while.
Lao Qian was originally guarding the stairs. When he saw Abu and his young master being stopped, he flew up the wooden ladder, pulled out two pieces of rebar that were more than a foot long, and took the big knife that was coming towards him.
When the rebar hit the iron piece, there was a "clang" sound, and the sword in the Qijia guard's hand suddenly broke into two pieces.
This is Hecheng, and it is also the land of the Qi family. Every restaurant and shop has to pay protection fees to the Qi family, so naturally everyone knows the Qi family.
At this time, several strangers were seen fighting with the Qi family guards, so everyone in the restaurant gathered to help.
Guys, boys, and some stood on the street shouting and shaking people.
Seeing more and more people gathering, it was impossible to rush to the military camp or garrison with Lin Qingyuan.
Lao Qian didn't stop talking and simply retreated to the stairs. The rebar in his hand danced like a windmill, chasing people who came over after hearing the news.
On the other side, Song Liyun poured out the stunned people in the space as soon as he entered the carriage.
It only lasts a few tens of seconds, so I shouldn't be suffocated to death.