Around the time of the scandal, the fighting in the post house ended.
At this time, the Zongwei discovered that there were actually two groups of people who sneaked into the inn to assassinate their royal highness. One group of people sneaked in from the front yard, but upon closer inspection, they were just a mob. They just relied on their large numbers.
Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly climbed over the wall along the original path and escaped, even ignoring his companions.
In comparison, the group of guys who sneaked in from the backyard, that is, those in black, were much more powerful than the thieves in the front yard. They were not afraid of death, except for those who were subdued by Mi Rui with anesthetics.
Except for the man in black, all the others were killed by the clan guards and Mi Jiang, and they did not do anything like begging for mercy or life until their death.
Afterwards, Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized that there were actually two groups of people who came to assassinate him.
"Sir, the count is out. We have no casualties, but seven of the guards at the inn here were killed and sixteen were injured."
Zongwei Weijiao told Zhao Hongrun the situation after the inventory. Zhao Hongrun could only hear Zhao Hongrun frowning, while He Zhirong, the postmaster who was in the same room, let out a long sigh.
"Your Highness." He Zhirong stood up, bowed his hands and said, "I will go and check the casualties of the guards."
"He Yichang, please help yourself." Zhao Hongrun raised his hand.
Seeing He Zhirong shaking his head and sighing as he walked out of the house, Zhao Hongrun felt uncomfortable. After all, of the fifty soldiers at the post station, seven died and sixteen were injured, all because of him, Zhao Hongrun and his party.
But Zhao Hongrun had nothing to do. After all, there were quite a lot of thieves who attacked the inn at night. There were about a hundred people at the front and back. If this was an encounter in the wilderness, just the two sisters Mi Jiang Mi Rui and ten clan guards would
, it was not possible to repulse the invading thieves with certainty, so Zhao Hongrun defected to this inn.
"Had I known this, I shouldn't have allowed Cen Chang and others to go to Shangshui County..."
Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but regret. He regretted that he should not have let Su Wang's guards go to Shangshui County by boat first. Otherwise, with those hundred Su Wang guards around, why would a mere hundred thieves care?
"Bring in the captured thieves... and I want to interrogate them personally."
Taking a long breath, Zhao Hongrun said with a sullen expression.
Wei Jiao nodded and then asked: "Sir, how about interrogating the thieves who came from the front yard first? From my humble position, they don't look like they specialize in this kind of thing, but they look like chivalrous people wandering around. They should be able to interrogate some
Things are coming."
Zhao Hongrun thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay! Bring them in."
After a while, the sect guards brought more than a dozen people in different attires into the house. These people ranged in age from their twenties to their thirties or forties, and their clothes were all different. The only similarity was that they were
, that is, slovenly, unkempt, and poor.
For example, the burly man in his thirties who was forced down by the clan guards and had to kneel in front of Zhao Hongrun had his hair tied randomly with hay, and the cloth on his body also exuded a strong fragrance.
It smells sour, and I don’t know how many days it has not been cleaned.
That smell made even the clan guards frown frequently.
The other people were no better than this big man. Their clothes and pants were stained with mud and stains. It was a shame they could still wear them.
"Thirteen..."
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the thieves kneeling in the house, because all of them were tied up with ropes. Zhao Hongrun was not afraid of their resistance. He put his hands on the table with his fingers crossed, and asked them with squinted eyes: "You
Wait...who is he? Why did he come to attack us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the big man glanced at Zhao Hongrun sideways, spat on the ground, and said arrogantly: "Stop talking nonsense, kill or behead him, it's up to you. If grandpa frowns, I won't do it."
Not a hero!"
"Ha!" Zhao Hongrun chuckled softly when he heard this, nodded, and said calmly: "Okay, I will meet your request." After that, he raised his head and glanced at the clan guards.
The Zongwei understood, and immediately Gao Kuo stepped forward, unsheathed his sharp sword, and cut off the big man's head with a single blow under the horrified gaze of the big man.
The big man only had time to let out a meaningless scream before his head and body were separated immediately and he died an unexpected death.
Seeing this scene, the other twelve thieves in the room looked horrified. They did not expect that Zhao Hongrun would be so decisive.
At this time, Zhao Hongrun glanced at them and asked calmly: "Who else wants to die quickly? I will satisfy them all."
"..." The thieves lowered their heads, worried and did not dare to speak.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and signaled the clan guards to drag the corpse out of the house. Then he looked at the twelve thieves and said calmly: "Since no one wants to die anymore, then you can come with me."
Let’s have a good chat...Who asked you to wait to attack me?"
"..." The thieves still lowered their heads.
Seeing this, Gao Kuo held the sharp sword that was still bleeding, put the blade on the chin of a thief, and slowly raised it, forcing the thief to raise his head.
"Young Master, you are mute." Gao Kuo said casually, and then cut the thief's throat with a sharp knife in his hand.
The poor thief, before his throat was slit by Gao Kuo, seemed to realize what was about to happen, and shouted "I will say, I will say". Unfortunately, Gao Kuo ignored him at all, kicked him to the ground, and used
The sword blade in his hand pierced the man's heart and killed him with one strike.
Another body was dragged out, leaving only eleven tied up thieves in the house.
I saw that each of these people was frightened by Gao Kuo's fierce methods. One of them was so frightened that he became incontinent. Yellow turbid liquid dripped down his crotch to the ground, and a smell of urine suddenly filled the air.
"I said, I said."
"Don't kill me, I'm willing to say it."
"I don't want to die yet..."
In an instant, the eleven thieves seemed to have exploded, screaming for their lives.
Obviously, Gao Kuo's trick was very effective in frightening the monkeys.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Seeing that there was too much commotion in the room, Wei Jiao shouted to stop the howls of the thieves, raised his finger and pointed at them and said: "Speak one by one!... You, you speak first!"
The person pointed by Wei Jiao's finger was a man with a Chinese character who looked to be about thirty years old. He was trembling and his lips moved for a long time before he could hold back a complete sentence: "...It's a reward.
Jin, someone put a reward on your head, let us kill you."
"A reward? A reward for my head?"
Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a long time without reacting. After a long time, he frowned and asked: "You... do you know who I am?"
The man in his thirties with a Chinese character face lowered his head, swallowed his saliva, and replied with fear on his face: "You... you are King Su."
"You actually... actually know my identity?"
Zhao Hongrun was simply unbelievable.
He originally thought that maybe these people didn't know his identity and they were just being used. However, it turned out that these people knew his identity. In other words, they knowingly committed the crime!
"Are you... from Wei?" Zhao Hongrun asked with a gloomy face.
The man with the Chinese character face looked at Zhao Hongrun in shock, nodded slowly, and said fearfully: "Yes, I, I am from Wei."
"He is actually from Wei..."
Zhao Hongrun closed his eyes and sighed secretly.
His heart ached a little.
He thought that after he had done so much for the Wei State, even if the common people of the Wei State did not love him, at least they would not be hostile to him.
Unexpectedly, someone actually gathered a crowd to kill him for some bounty, knowing full well that he was King Su.
"Son..."
Shen Yu saw something was wrong with Zhao Hongrun's expression, and whispered from the side: "The world is like this, there are some people who only care about their own selfish desires..."
Zhao Hongrun waved his hand to stop Shen Yu from comforting him, and then asked the man with a Chinese character: "The bounty... how much is this king's head worth?"
"Five...fifty thousand gold." The man with the Chinese character's face replied tremblingly.
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help laughing.
You must know that in Wei State, gold cannot be regarded as a real currency, because it has few circulation places and only appears in gifts between nobles and in the settlement of large trades. As for the market, there are almost no people holding it. Gold goes shopping.
Therefore, the exchange ratio of gold and silver is actually not high, that is, one to sixty-seven. In other words, the fifty thousand gold that the man with the Chinese character said was actually equivalent to three hundred thousand taels of silver.
And this is the value of his Zhao Hongrun head.
"This is really... really..."
Zhao Hongrun smacked his lips and was speechless for a moment.
He was so quick-thinking that he was speechless at this moment. This shows that his mood at this moment must be too complicated to describe in words.
But all the sect guards in the room had sullen expressions on their faces.
Although this statement was inappropriate, the Zongwei were still angry: His Highness's contribution to the country was more than ten million gold?! Three hundred thousand taels. This was simply an insult to His Highness!
However, they cannot deny that for ordinary people, more than 300,000 yuan is indeed a huge amount of money that can feed and drink them for a lifetime. It is no wonder that these rangers ignore Zhao Hongrun's noble status as King Su and do not hesitate to commit the following crimes.
Zhao Hongrun vented his anger with laughter. After a long time, he slowly stopped.
He looked at the rangers and asked: "Who... posted the reward?"
After a period of silence, one of the eleven rangers, a young man who looked to be in his twenties, timidly replied: "We don't know about this... We just saw the "Shi Guan" in "Yangxia". Your reward, King Su."
"Shiguan? What is that?" Zhao Hongrun asked in surprise.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from the door. Zhao Hongrun turned around and saw that it was He Zhirong, the postmaster here, who had returned.
"That doesn't deserve to be called a scholar's museum! It's just a place where filth and evil are hidden!"
With that said, He Zhirong came to Zhao Hongrun, bowed his hands, and explained: "The 'Scholar's Hall' in this man's mouth is a charity house opened by local hermits, used to gather some desperadoes like this.
Money drives them to do some evil things... Huh! It has tarnished the word 'scholar'."
"Oh, it turns out to be a guild organization that releases tasks..."