Mu Wanqing heard this familiar voice in desperation, just like the rain after a long drought, she felt overjoyed and shouted in the direction of the voice in the rush: "Brother Zhu, I'm here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall man dressed in smart clothes and a middle-aged scribe dressed as a Confucian scholar floated over.
The big man made a copper stick with a long rope tied to it, and the middle-aged scribe made a pair of judge pens with both hands. They were Zhu Danchen and Chu Wanli, two of the four ministers under Duan Zhengchun, the king of the south of Dali Town.
The two jumped out from the eaves at the corner of the street, and within a few ups and downs, they were close to Mu Wanqing's battle group.
Chu Wanli waved his long stick and hit the crowd, knocking down several people in a few blows. Wherever Judge Zhu Danchen's pen touched, a group of people were hit on their acupuncture points and fell to the ground. The two of them worked together and let go immediately.
More than a dozen people were knocked down, and they broke through a path surrounded by hundreds of people. Although the two men attacked fiercely, they deliberately restrained their strength when they attacked. Therefore, among the powerful slaves who surrounded Mu Wanqing, only some of them suffered.
were injured, but no one died.
Zhu Danchen waved the judge's pen to protect the two of them.
Chu Wanli waved his copper stick, and the long rope was thrown out. The originally soft long rope spun around in the air as if it was alive, and went straight to Mu Wanqing's waist. Then Chu Wanli shouted, and with a wave on his hand
With all his strength, Mu Wanqing's body rose up from the middle of the battle group and flew away from the battle circle. Then Chu Wanli jumped up to the nearby beam. As soon as his feet landed and he exerted force with his wrists, Mu Wanqing was killed by him.
He was completely taken away from the encirclement and stood firmly on the eaves.
His long rope copper stick evolved from a fishing rod. What he is best at is rescuing people and retrieving things. The long stick is like the fingers of an arm. The group of evil slaves surrounding Mu Wanqing below were shown by Chu Wanli's superb skills.
Wu Gong was stunned, and for a moment he forgot what he was here to do. He just stared blankly at Mu Wanqing's body drawing a wonderful arc in the air, and then stood still on the eaves.
Seeing that the two of them were out of trouble, Zhu Danchen did not hesitate to fight. He hit the servant closest to him with one palm. Taking advantage of the short confusion, he tiptoed and flew backwards. Then he jumped and landed on the eaves.
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Mu Wanqing escaped from death and was pleasantly surprised. Just as he was about to ask questions, Zhu Danchen stopped Mu Wanqing with a wave of his hand, and then said something in a voice that only the two of them could hear. Mu Wanqing's face suddenly showed
With a look of shock, he immediately ignored the questions and followed Zhu Danchen and Chu Wanli away, leaving a group of people below dumbfounded.
What's more, the other party actually dared to attack Murong's family when Murong Fu expressed his support for Dali last time. He must be well prepared. This time there must be a tough battle!
Previously, he ordered Zhu and Chu to explore the route leading to Yanziwu and Shenhe Village. It was this chance that they rescued Mu Wanqing.
After the audience introduced the situation, Mu Wanqing felt that the situation was serious and asked worriedly: "That Nan Murong, is Young Master Murong reliable? If the other party is in cahoots with Jiumozhi, wouldn't you be in great danger, uncle?"
"Brother Zhu, why are you here?"
Everyone in the room was overjoyed when they saw the three people returning. When Emperor Baoding saw Mu Wanqing, he immediately remembered that Mu Wanqing had met his kind and gentle uncle, and thought of all the things in his heart during this period.
Feeling wronged, his nose suddenly became sore, and he threw himself into Emperor Baoding's arms and began to cry. Emperor Baoding spoke kindly and comforted him.
Mu Wanqing followed the two of them into the room.
Mu Wanqing asked curiously: "What kind of person is Mr. Murong? Why do you have so much confidence in him, uncle?"
Granny Rui gritted her teeth, with a stern look on her face. Then she seemed to think of something, her expression softened again, and she said bitterly: "Those two people are too skilled in martial arts. We are no match. If we catch up, we will only bring disaster upon ourselves."
What a disgrace, even though there are many slaves in this group, none of them can help!"
When Granny Rui thought about it, a look of fear appeared on her face, and then she calmed down and shouted to her subordinates: "You slaves! When you go back, be strict with your mouth and stop barking! Otherwise, hum, the camellias grown by Madam will be terrible.
We’re still short of flower fertilizer!”
After saying that, he let out a long sigh.
Zhu Danchen nodded: "Miss Mu is careful, all our whereabouts this time are confidential."
Emperor Baoding shook his head: "There is absolutely no such possibility. The Murong clan and I, Dali, are now in the same spirit, and we are each other's brothers. I am only worried that this incident will harm Mr. Murong, if that is the case."
As she spoke, she glared at the group of people under her. After being stared at by her, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at her. Grandma Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In this case, let's hurry back. After all,
We brought people out without authorization this time.”
After running all the way, Mu Wanqing finally couldn't hold back the questions in her heart and asked.
Mu Wanqing was shocked: "Your Majesty? You mean, uncle is here?"
Emperor Baoding explained: "Mr. Murong is eager for justice and does not avoid life and death. He has the style of a benevolent person in ancient times. In addition, he has a clear mind and strong martial arts. There has always been Beiqiao Peak in the rivers and lakes. When Nan Murong said, I, Dali, can get to know Murong."
Young Master, this is a blessing."
He expected that Jiumozhi would definitely take Duan Yu to Murong's house in Gusu this time to fulfill what he called his old friend's legacy. This matter could only be resolved by the rules of the rivers and lakes. If it rose to the level of diplomatic relations between Dali and Tubo, then
There will inevitably be wars and devastation, so even though we know it is a disaster, we can only take the risk.
Grandma Ping asked: "Mr. Rui, are you going to chase me?"
Shanchanhou Gao Shengtai, who was on the side, explained: "The emperor has been in trouble all night since the prince of Zhennan was kidnapped by those monks. After discussing with Master Kurong and a group of important officials in the court, he decided to resolve the matter in accordance with the rules of the world.
Therefore, I brought a group of experts from Dali and two eminent monks from Tianlong Temple to come to Suzhou."
The three of them drove twenty or thirty miles away and arrived at an inn. Zhu Danchen led the two of them to an upper room, knocked on the door gently three times, and patted it again. Someone in the room opened the door.
, seeing that it was Zhu Chu and Mu Wanqing, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes, but they did not ask, but let the three of them into the room.
Mu Wanqing was fascinated as she listened to the deeds of Mr. Murong. Suddenly a strange thought came to her mind: The Mr. Xiuqing whose sleeves were damaged by her in the teahouse today couldn't be Mr. Murong, right?
Mu Wanqing saw the other party's serious expression and knew that the situation was serious, so she kept silent.
Originally, Zhu Danchen was a retainer of the Duan family and Mu Wanqing was Duan Zhengchun's biological daughter. He should be called Master Mu Wanqing, but the identity of Mu Wanqing's illegitimate daughter was really embarrassing, so he had to still call him Miss Mu. Fortunately, the other party
Don't care either.
At this time, the originally spacious room seemed a bit crowded because it was full of people.
This thought made even her feel ridiculous: how could there be so many coincidences?
What Mu Wanqing didn't know was that the Prince Xiuqing in her mind, Nan Murong, who was famous in the mouth of Emperor Baoding, was now facing her biggest trouble in this period.
It turned out that the two old monks in the house were the two eminent monks of the same generation in Tianlong Temple, Benguan, and the rest were Dali Sangong, Ba Tianshi, Hua Hexu, and Fan Zhe. In addition, Gao Shengtai, Zhu Danchen, and Chu
The three people from Wan Li, Emperor Baoding himself, and most of the experts from the Dali royal family except Master Kurong are all here.
When Mu Wanqing calmed down, she asked, "Uncle, why are you here in Gusu?"
Everyone also felt a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
Zhu Danchen hesitated for a moment and replied: "The emperor is not far ahead and will tell you everything later."
Everyone hurriedly said that they would not say a word, and Granny Rui ordered people to take the injured and rush back quickly.
After Duan Yu was kidnapped that night, Emperor Baoding quickly held an imperial meeting, and finally decided that Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun would temporarily supervise the country, and he would lead a group of masters to Gusu.
Mu Wanqing was surprised to find that all the masters she had met in Dali were here now, as well as two old monks she didn't know. There was an old man in a long gown sitting in the middle of the room. Although he was dressed in commoners and looked simple,
Although he was low-key, the graceful and royal aura in his body was still revealed unconsciously. It was none other than the Dali Emperor Baoding Emperor Duan Zhengming! The person who opened the door for the three of them earlier was an important minister of Dali, the Marquis of Shanshan Gao Shengtai.
Murong Fu was smiling and playing with the tea bowl in his hand. Behind him, Abi and A'Zhu stood with their hands down, their expressions solemn. On the ground beside them, Bao BuTong, Feng BoE and others fell into a coma.
Across the table, Jiumozhi is wearing a bright yellow robe, with a kind face, chanting Buddhist scriptures, followed by three lamas in red robes, all of them have strong breaths, with bulging temples and shining eyes.
He is like a top-notch player.
On the other side, two barefooted men held a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar. The young man was all tied up and had a handful of sesame walnuts stuffed in his mouth. He looked at Jiumozhi angrily.
After a long time, Murong Fu put down the tea bowl in his hand: "Master, I'm here not just to recite sutras for you, right? If you have any questions, please speak up!"