When the sky was getting slightly brighter, the Zhou family's school grounds were much deserted compared to the past. The noise of shouting and shouting with guns and knives in the past was no longer there.
Because Mr. Zhou was still on his way back, the children at home were left busy.
The family motto of martial arts, which is about training in winter and training in summer, rain or shine, only talks about being tough in the face of God. When encountering man-made disasters, it immediately falls apart.
The school grounds, which were not large at first, looked a little empty now. A young man was dancing with a gun like a dragon and a snake, whistling in the wind.
But the flow was broken by a shout.
Liulang was shirtless and put back his spear, beads of sweat rolling down his body.
"Who's looking for me?" he turned around and asked.
There was a boy standing by the school yard and he hurried over.
"It's Mrs. Cheng." He replied.
she?
Saturday Lang was shocked.
"Where are the people?" he asked.
The boy was a little timid.
"The family is busy, and my wife is also busy, so... let me drive her away..." he said in a low voice.
Hearing the word Mrs. Cheng at this time undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for Mrs. Zhou.
"This loser is a loser! Don't let her enter my house! Fight her away quickly!"
Fortunately, Liu Lang's servant heard about it and knew that his young master was thinking about Cheng Jiaoniang, so he secretly came to tell her out of loyalty and consideration.
"Sir, please don't let anyone know what I said..." He said with a bit of pity.
If you offend Mrs. Zhou, you will be betrayed.
"Is she here? Or was she sent?" Zhou Lang asked, throwing the spear back on the shelf.
"It's a boy." The boy replied, "It's the boy who looks after the door."
Saturday Lang nodded and strode out.
"Sir, don't be impatient..." The boy hurriedly followed.
"I'm not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry?" Zhou Lang said with a glare.
The boy pointed behind him.
"Sir, you haven't got your clothes yet..." he said carefully.
Saturday Lang raised his hand and gave him a shake.
"If you have eyes but no hands, what use are you!" he shouted, "Why don't you go and get it!"
The boy covered his head and ran back.
Liu Lang urged his horse to gallop far away and saw many horses scattered in front of Yudaiqiao's house. He couldn't help but urge his horse again.
As he walked through the door and looked at the people standing in the yard, he frowned even more.
"General, let's go back first."
"General, you'd better go and tell Mr. Wu..."
"General, do you really want to wait here?"
The soldiers were talking randomly around a man.
"I'm talking nonsense to him. I haven't rested since I came here, so what if I rest for two days?" General Liu waved his hands angrily, "You go, I'll wait here."
"Liu Kui."
a voice shouted.
Even though I was demoted, I am still a small street messenger. No matter how much my soldiers look down on me, they can't call me by my name, right?
General Liu turned his head angrily and looked at a young man standing at the door.
Liu Lang walked in and looked at him with a frown, then at the soldiers.
"What are you doing in my house?" he asked.
Your home?
General Liu was stunned for a moment.
"Master Saturday." A soldier recognized him and said.
Although it was not a wealthy and powerful family, Old Shaanzhou was quite famous, especially this Saturday man, who often caused trouble by fighting cocks, petting dogs, and causing trouble in the capital.
General Liu is very clever.
"Zhou?" he asked, "Which week?"
"Guide Lang will lead the Zhou family." Liu Lang answered himself.
General Liu's eyes widened, and then he looked back towards the house.
It's been quiet since everyone was kicked out and the door was closed around the fourth watch.
"Then, is she from your family?" He pointed at the house and asked Liu Lang.
Liu Lang also looked at the door of the house, and then saw Xu Maoxiu's maid Banqin and others standing up in the corridor, and a woman kneeling on the ground leaning against the corridor pillar. Then he saw three people scattered around the corridor in a guarded manner. They were all Xu Maoxiu's.
several brothers.
They are all here...
"What happened?" he asked, ignoring General Liu.
"It's nothing." Xu Maoxiu said, "My sister is treating someone's injury."
Treat an injury?
Liu Lang looked at General Liu.
A street patrol soldier?
"It's our cook, Li Dashao, who was injured in a sneak attack last night." Xu Maoxiu said simply.
Zhou Lang looked shocked and then angry.
"No one was caught?" he asked.
Xu Maoxiu shook his head.
"Because the dog barked so loudly, people from nearby villages came together to check. The bad guy had already run away," he said in a deep voice.
It's been such an eventful time.
Zhou Lang didn't say anything anymore. Something happened to his father for no apparent reason. Suddenly something happened in Taipingju. Is it possible that these two things are connected?
"My lady may know who did it," the maid said.
Xu Maoxiu, Liu Lang and others all looked at her.
"My lady just said yesterday that trouble was coming," the maid said.
This woman….
"It means this is not against Li Dashao, but against..." Zhou Lang said, pausing here, "Taipingju?"
Everyone was silent for a moment.
"We'll find out when Li Dashao wakes up and asks again," the maid said.
"Then just wait." Zhou Lang said, sitting down on the porch and looking at General Liu in the courtyard, "General Liu, I can vouch for them, they are not bad guys."
Sure enough, it was the miraculous doctor from the Zhou family. It turned out that the miraculous doctor's surname was not Zhou, but Cheng.
General Liu waved his hand.
The soldiers turned around and left after receiving the order, and the noise in front of the door soon became quiet.
"I know." General Liu said, and he came over and sat on the porch, "I also want to wait."
What are you waiting for?
Saturday Lang frowned and looked inside the room again.
"Is it seriously injured?" he asked.
"The rest of the injuries are fine." Xu Maoxiu said, "It's just a bit difficult to take over. My sister said it won't be possible until after noon..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Lang knelt down on one knee, looking shocked.
"Hands?" he asked.
"Yes, Da Shao's hand was chopped off by a gangster." Xu Maoxiu said.
It's not unusual to be attacked by a gangster and have his hands and feet chopped off, so-called gangsters.
But, isn’t the treatment for this kind of injury just bandaging to stop the bleeding?
What does it mean to put the handle back?
"What did you say? Take your hand back?" he shouted, raising his voice.
The maid and others hurriedly hissed at him with some reproach.
No wonder people like General Liu stay here...
Put the broken hand back together...
I have heard of the regeneration of broken bones, but it is really unheard of to reconnect a broken hand...
This woman really dares to say anything.
Liulang retracted his legs and sat down slowly, looking at the closed door with a complicated expression.
That's why she was asked to come.
You know I'm afraid of getting into trouble...
Saturday Lang sat upright with a sullen face, his back to the door. I don't know if it was because of the rising sun or something else, but his cheeks were slightly red.
There were five or six people sitting in the yard, and there were a few villagers in the backyard, but the whole house was quiet.
Only Brother Jin and Banqin ran back and forth to bring water and meals.
But no one could eat it.
"It's been so long, why is there no movement at all?" Zhou Lang couldn't help but said, looking up at the sky.
The midday sun is dazzling.
Saturday Lang looked back at the door.
Xu Maoxiu and his maids stood guard by the door, intentionally or unintentionally, being able to stop anyone who wanted to break through the door in time.
Saturday Lang snorted inwardly.
If I really want to break in, can you stop me?
Look, the door opened by itself...
This thought flashed through his mind and he suddenly froze.
The door is open!
"Lady!"
Xu Maoxiu and the maid were the first to shout at the sound. General Liu was the first to stand up and look at the woman at the door.
But after the call, there was silence. Everyone was greedy for this silence. It seemed that once they spoke, they would be broken and never come back. (To be continued)
