In the early morning, the sky was slightly bright.
The white mist that lingers in the clouds and dust all year round is always lingering over the city.
The Feng family is located in the north of Xuanjian Division, covering an extremely large area. At this early hour, the servants in the family have already begun to get busy.
Han Feng, Xu Can, and Liu Minghua led nearly a hundred guards of the Hanging Sword Division, and four royal guards in black stood at the gate of the Feng family's confinement.
The leading guard in black seemed to be a little confused and was arguing with Han Feng:
"Mr. Han, do you think this is really okay?"
It can be seen that the guard brother is very confused.
Han Feng had an understanding expression on his face and patted his shoulder sincerely:
"Brother Li, I know you are very confused, but please believe me, all of this is to establish a good and kind personality and outlook on His Highness the Third Prince, and what we are about to do now is an extremely important part of it! You
Don’t worry, if anything goes wrong, I will take responsibility for it myself. Besides, Commander Jun has given me full authority to take responsibility. If I can’t take the responsibility, Commander Jun can’t take it too?”
Guard Li seemed to be convinced by Han Feng, lowering his head and remaining silent.
Speaking of which... if Jun Huaixu really knew what Han Feng was doing now, he would probably be able to fly over to Yun Chen and capture him right now and take him back to the Xuanjian Division headquarters...
When Han Feng saw that Li Weiwei had stopped talking, he signaled to Jiang Xiaohu behind him that Jiang Xiaohu, who had been practicing "Hu Family Sword Art" and "Zixia Secret Manual" recently, had made great progress in martial arts, and he admired Han Feng more and more.
Catching Han Feng's eyes, he ran all the way to the front door of Feng's house and lightly knocked on the door knocker.
"Dong dong dong!"
No one paid attention.
I pressed it harder with a little more force.
"Dong dong dong!"
Han Feng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have something very happy that he had not done, so he stepped forward and pushed Jiang Xiaohu aside.
"Come on, step to the side."
…
Early in the morning, the servants of the Feng family were busy preparing to feed the horses, chop firewood, prepare hot water, and prepare breakfast... They were all so busy that no one had time to pay attention to the knocking at the door.
Apparently there were maids and servants coming and going in the yard directly in front of the gate, but no one responded.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the door of Feng's house... completely shattered... and exploded.
There was a lot of smoke and dust, and sawdust was flying.
Han Feng led everyone from the Xuanjian Division into the front yard of Feng's house with a swagger, looking unruly and domineering:
"Listen up, people of the Feng family, you have committed a crime! Now accept the investigation honestly, I can still fight for leniency for you~"
The sudden loud noise frightened the maids and servants in the yard, but they had obviously been trained. Although they were panicked, they still evacuated to the Feng family's backyard in an orderly manner.
The warriors of the Feng family guarding the courtyard, armed with iron-clad wooden sticks, rushed out from behind the Feng family, held the sticks in front of them, and confronted the people of the Xuanjian Division in the front yard.
Han Feng looked at the hundreds of Feng family warriors gathered in front of him, guarding the entrance to the room, on the corridor and in the courtyard. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile:
"What, is the Feng family going to violently resist the law?"
The leader of the Feng family's warriors, the leader of the nursing home, was holding a fine iron long stick and stood upright in front of the Feng family's warriors. He looked at Han Feng with neither humility nor arrogance:
"Mr. Han, my master's family has always abided by the law and loved the people. Isn't it a bit too overbearing for you to force your way in like this indiscriminately?"
For some reason, Han Feng actually enjoyed being a villain. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said lazily:
"Indiscriminate? You are wrong. I am here to arrest someone with good reason. In short... I will be lenient if I confess, and strict if I resist. If you really dare to resist my Xuanjian Division's law enforcement, I will not
Do you mind showing off the violence of the Hanging Sword Division?"
"Since Mr. Han said that he is justified, then please come up with evidence! Otherwise, I will ask you to get out!"
The leader of the nursing home was irritated by Han Feng's tone, and he was a little excited. He pointed the fine iron long stick forward in his hand, facing Han Feng.
"Is this the way you talk to me?"
Han Feng watched this guy pointing a long stick at him, and the smile on his lips became more obvious. Eight different colors of zhenqi halo emitted from his palms. He slowly raised his hand, and Zhou Liu Ba Jin surged forward.
The violent energy swept through, and the entire front yard of Feng's house shook with vegetation and rocks.
The leader of the nursing home can be regarded as a master of martial arts, but in front of Han Feng today, he is indeed a bit unsatisfied. He kept retreating before the Eight Colors Zhenqi.
The entire Feng family nursing camp was in chaos.
At this time, the voice of Feng Bo, the head of the Feng family, finally sounded.
"Mr. Han came to visit, but he was so aggressive. It's really not the way to treat guests~"
As he spoke, a mysterious energy penetrated the back of the leader of the Feng family's nursing home from behind, and then came out from his chest, hitting Han Feng's Zhou Liu Ba Jin.
A Taoist breath of righteousness and peace harmonizes with the disharmony of the eight currents of the Zhou Dynasty, and actually resolves it.
Then the crowd of people guarding the Feng Family separated a path, and the head of the Feng Family walked out, followed by eight warriors whose aura was clearly not weak.
Han Feng looked at Feng Bo, who was holding a folding fan and pretending to be a posture, and couldn't help laughing. His eyes turned cold and he said: "Master Feng, we meet again... But this time I am not here as a guest.
, your Feng family is suspected of assassinating His Highness the Third Prince, I'm afraid you have to come with me."
"His Royal Highness the Third Prince?"
Feng Bo's eyes were also stagnant, and his mind was spinning in a variety of ways.
The third prince was brought directly from the Xuanjian Division headquarters in a low-key manner, and no small or large forces in Yunchen City knew about it.
When Feng Bo heard Han Feng's words, his first reaction was that Han Feng was deceiving him, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that he was being plotted by Han Feng.
A smile appeared on his slightly longer face. Feng Bo looked at Han Feng and fanned the folding fan in his hand, blowing up some cold air:
"Han Zhijian, you need to understand that our Feng family didn't even know that His Highness the Third Prince appeared in Yunchen before you told him. How could we possibly assassinate His Highness?"
Han Feng took out the cloth strip with the Feng family emblem from his arms, shook it, and put it away again:
"You see, this is what the assassin left behind last night. The Feng family emblem is so obvious. If I don't come to you, who should I come to?"
"Hahahaha, Director Han is thinking too simplistically. If this thing was really done by the Feng family, why would I leave such obvious evidence?"
Feng Bo looked directly into Han Feng's eyes.
Han Feng looked back with cold eyes.
"I don't intend to know the story, but the only clue now points to the Feng family. The matter involving the royal family is huge. As a violent organization, the Hanging Sword Division must come to bring Feng with a mentality of not letting go of the mistakes.
The master of the house has a question~"
"So, there is no need to discuss this matter?"
Feng Bo's face turned cold and he looked at Han Feng.
Han Feng took a step back, made way for the four black-clad royal guards, and spread his hands: "Even if I can negotiate, these royal guards are not negotiable~"
The four of them were indifferent and said nothing.
Afterwards, the entire courtyard fell into silence for a moment.
Han Feng stood with a sword in his hand, looking confident and proud.
Finally, Feng Bo was convinced, walked towards Han Feng with a wry smile, and flapped his folding fan:
"Well, in that case, please, Mr. Han, please don't embarrass our Feng family until the matter is clarified~"
While walking towards the people in the Xuanjian Division, Feng Bo turned back to a short-haired warrior behind him and said:
"Tell mistress not to worry~"
Seeing this, Han Feng smiled slightly:
"Don't worry, Master Feng, we will not let a criminal go, nor will we mistakenly arrest a good person~"
The two of them intertwined.
Feng Bo lowered his voice and whispered: "Does Mr. Han think he has won now?"