If you dare to hurt the eldest son of her family, you won't be able to forgive even a finger.
"Can't kill." Beiming Changfeng shook his head: "It's of great use."
Of great use?
Ziyu raised his eyebrows in surprise. Who could have hurt Beiming Changfeng, but Beiming Changfeng still thought it was of great use?
"Your Majesty, we have all been brought here." At this moment, the personal guards following Beiming Changfeng came in escorting a dozen foreigners with curly hair and high noses.
"Persian?" Ziyu turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly. Why did he look a bit like the three Persians brought by Shopkeeper Li and the others?
Several of Beiming Changfeng's personal guards who came in right after this group of Persians, holding some strange weapons in their hands, said to Beiming Changfeng with a serious face: "Your Majesty, this weird thing needs to be released..."
"Arquebus?" Ziyu shouted as soon as he saw the so-called weird thing.
"Do you know him?" Beiming Changfeng was stunned and looked down at Ziyu.
"I know you." Ziyu didn't hide it from Beiming Changfeng. After nodding, he suddenly remembered something. He looked up at Beiming Changfeng's hand and frowned, "Is this how you got hurt?"
When Beiming Changfeng heard this, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes: "I saw that the things they shot were weird, so I grabbed a handful."
Ziyu's face suddenly darkened.
The old man felt that the gunpowder in the matchlock gun was too strange, so he directly reached out to grab it.
No wonder his hand was injured by the explosion.
"Fortunately this is not a pistol, otherwise you would look good if you caught him like this." Ziyu glared at Beiming Changfeng with a black line on his face.
"What?" The voice was too soft and Beiming Changfeng didn't hear it clearly.
Turning his head and ignoring Beiming Changfeng's questioning, Ziyu looked at the dozen Persians who were escorted in, and asked the leading guard: "Why did they attack the young master?"
Beiming Changfeng was not a person who would be interested in taking action against Persian merchants. These people must have attacked Beiming Changfeng first.
"Reporting to the Crown Princess, these people stopped the Crown Prince and asked him who he wanted." The leader returned immediately.
An important person who dares to stop Beiming Changfeng in Shengjing is seeking death.
Ziyu understood, it was these Persian businessmen who were impatient.
However, these people want to ask Beiming Changfeng who he wants?
His eyes turned slightly, and Ziyu suddenly realized something.
"Sister, these people are in the same group as the Persians we captured." Shopkeeper Tong, who ran out at the same moment, whispered to Ziyu in a low voice.
At that time, they only knocked down some of them and grabbed the matchlock gun. Unexpectedly, the remaining people actually chased them all the way here, and even dared to block the road and ask Beiming Changfeng for help. How brave they were.
You see, this group of businessmen are not made to be bandits. They did not know how to eradicate them, and let others chase them all the way here, and finally came to their door.
Ziyu shook his head and signaled to shopkeeper Tong that it was okay.
Then he turned to the commander Beiming Changfeng and said: "Young Master, I will take you to meet a few people." After that, he turned to the leader of the guards and said: "Bring these people to Liu Xiangju."
Beiming Changfeng heard the words of shopkeeper Tong and Ziyu: "Do you know them?"
"We know each other." Those who were captured by her men can be considered acquaintances.
"Very good, I can put the matchlock guns in their hands to great use." Beiming Changfeng immediately looked at Ziyu in a deep voice.
Yes, I have good eyesight. I can tell at a glance that this matchlock gun is more powerful than a broadsword and a long sword. It is indeed the eldest son of her family. Ziyu glanced at Beiming Changfeng. He dared to hurt her eldest son, not even with a finger.
forgive.
"Can't kill." Beiming Changfeng shook his head: "It's of great use."
Of great use?
Ziyu raised his eyebrows in surprise. Who could have hurt Beiming Changfeng, but Beiming Changfeng still thought it was of great use?
"Your Majesty, we have all been brought here." At this moment, the personal guards following Beiming Changfeng came in escorting a dozen foreigners with curly hair and high noses.
"Persian?" Ziyu turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly. Why did he look a bit like the three Persians brought by Shopkeeper Li and the others?
Several of Beiming Changfeng's personal guards who came in right after this group of Persians, holding some strange weapons in their hands, said to Beiming Changfeng with a serious face: "Your Majesty, this weird thing needs to be released..."
"Arquebus?" Ziyu shouted as soon as he saw the so-called weird thing.
"Do you know him?" Beiming Changfeng was stunned and looked down at Ziyu.
"I know you." Ziyu didn't hide it from Beiming Changfeng. After nodding, he suddenly remembered something. He looked up at Beiming Changfeng's hand and frowned, "Is this how you got hurt?"
When Beiming Changfeng heard this, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes: "I saw that the things they shot were weird, so I grabbed a handful."
Ziyu's face suddenly darkened.
The old man felt that the gunpowder in the matchlock gun was too strange, so he directly reached out to grab it.
No wonder his hand was injured by the explosion.
"Fortunately this is not a pistol, otherwise you would look good if you caught him like this." Ziyu glared at Beiming Changfeng with a black line on his face.
"What?" The voice was too soft and Beiming Changfeng didn't hear it clearly.
Turning his head and ignoring Beiming Changfeng's questioning, Ziyu looked at the dozen Persians who were escorted in, and asked the leading guard: "Why did they attack the young master?"
Beiming Changfeng was not a person who would be interested in taking action against Persian merchants. These people must have attacked Beiming Changfeng first.
"Reporting to the Crown Princess, these people stopped the Crown Prince and asked him who he wanted." The leader returned immediately.
An important person who dares to stop Beiming Changfeng in Shengjing is seeking death.
Ziyu understood, it was these Persian businessmen who were impatient.
However, these people want to ask Beiming Changfeng who he wants?
His eyes turned slightly, and Ziyu suddenly realized something.
"Sister, these people are in the same group as the Persians we captured." Shopkeeper Tong, who ran out at the same moment, whispered to Ziyu in a low voice.
At that time, they only knocked down some of them and grabbed the matchlock gun. Unexpectedly, the remaining people actually chased them all the way here, and even dared to block the road and ask Beiming Changfeng for help. How brave they were.
You see, this group of businessmen are not made to be bandits. They did not know how to eradicate them, and let others chase them all the way here, and finally came to their door.
Ziyu shook his head and signaled to shopkeeper Tong that it was okay.
Then he turned to the commander Beiming Changfeng and said: "Young Master, I will take you to meet a few people." After that, he turned to the leader of the guards and said: "Bring these people to Liu Xiangju."
Beiming Changfeng heard the words of shopkeeper Tong and Ziyu: "Do you know them?"
"We know each other." Those who were captured by her men can be considered acquaintances.
"Very good, I can put the matchlock guns in their hands to great use." Beiming Changfeng immediately looked at Ziyu in a deep voice.
Yes, I have good eyesight. I can tell at a glance that this matchlock gun is more powerful than a broadsword and a long sword. As expected, it is the eldest son of her family. Ziyu glanced at Beiming Changfeng,