Team deputy Han Anbo came over, took a look at Yu Ping's nails that were stained yellow by orange juice, and smiled.
"It was really dangerous last time. I watched helplessly as the tenth-grade bandit struck at you. He was so close to your neck, and the blade had already cut through your collar." Han Anbo stretched out his hand to gesture on his left shoulder. "Fortunately, Captain Zheng slashed at you with his knife."
The back of the man's head forced him to put away the knife, which saved your life. Now that I think about it, the knife could have taken off your left arm, but if it was a little heavier, there would have been a scar as big as a bowl on your neck."
Yu Ping reached out and touched his neck and said: "It was really dangerous at that time. If it were me, I would have to change my pants."
Han Anbo said: "No matter what, Xiao Li, you have to thank Captain Zheng. In order to save you, Captain Zheng was poked and kicked in the stomach by that person, and his intestines were almost broken. It took him half a month to recover."
Li Qingxian said hurriedly: "Thank you, Captain Zheng. When I have more money, I will definitely come and say thank you."
A bright smile appeared on Zheng Hui's face. He put his left hand on his waist and waved his right hand, saying: "Hi! We are all brothers. We can thank you wherever we go. You are two years younger than my senior official. Saving you is like saving myself."
My child, who can stand by and watch his own child not be saved? You, learn martial arts well so that Mr. Li can rest in peace in heaven. I admire Mr. Li ten thousand times. My biggest wish in this life is to be promoted to the ninth rank, admiration.
Put on the copper fish bag and hang the iron seal on the button, unlike now, you can only hang a homemade cowhide bag to look like it! Mr. Li is five years younger than me, but he can be promoted to the fourth rank and wear the silver fish nose button, I am envious.
Also, you are so weak that you can’t even defeat our senior officials. In a few days..."
Zheng Hui kept talking, and Li Qingxian was stunned.
The other two people looked at each other, gave Li Qingxian a sympathetic look, and turned away quietly.
Li Qingxian listened to the excitement in his left ear and his right ear, silently peeled the orange, took out half of the orange segment, and handed it to Zheng Hui.
Zheng Hui spoke so excitedly that he didn't even answer the question. Li Qingxian had no choice but to put it into his mouth one by one.
It is juicy, sweet and sour, and fragrant on the lips and teeth.
Not long after, Yu Ping screamed strangely not far away: "Deputy Captain Han, Zhang Ji's mutton soup business is so popular, will people drive it away and no longer be able to eat it?"
"It's possible." Han Anbo replied seriously.
Zheng Hui's voice stopped suddenly and he turned around with a gloomy look on his face.
"Let's go and eat mutton soup!"
Zheng Hui stretched out his hand to Li Qingxian as he walked.
"I'm done eating." Li Qingxian spread his hands.
"Like the high official, he is also a little heartless..." Zheng Hui muttered in a low voice and strode forward.
Li Qingxian looked into the distance while walking.
The buildings in this city are much taller than those in ancient times, with three or four stories everywhere. They are hidden by jungles and block the distant skyline.
Li Qingxian frowned. There were always some huge shadows in his vague memory, as if they were hiding behind buildings.
Those shadows are disturbing.
Zheng Huige, wearing brocade clothes, went in front, and the other three people, dressed in cloth and wearing dark green clothes, walked behind.
As Zheng Hui walked, he explained today's patrol matters as usual: "Wanping Street has not been peaceful recently. The recruiters should be highlighted. Don't provoke those who shouldn't be provoked. As for those little thieves, none of them can be spared. By the way, Liu
The company has changed people, and I heard it was the evil hand of the Demon Sect. In this world, if you make a living again, you have no power or cultivation, and you end up making wedding clothes for others. Old Liu is kind, and his brocade cloth has been selling at a high price
Yes, it's a pity... Also, I heard that the evil sect and the demon sect are fighting for Changle Restaurant. Let's stay away this time, so we can't afford to offend... Hey, the night guard is not what he used to be. I think back then, I raided the prince's mansion.
of……"
Li Qingxian said nothing and observed quietly, but his heart became more and more weird.
This is the capital of the gods, the capital of the largest and most powerful Qi State in the entire continent, at the foot of the imperial city, the most virtuous place. How could the evil sect be so rampant? As a key department of the imperial court, why would the Night Guard be afraid of the evil sect?
What the hell kind of place is Qi State?
Li Qingxian tried hard to recall, but the key memories were still blurry.
Along the way, people greeted and called "Zheng Hei" from time to time, and Zheng Hui always responded with a smile.
Occasionally, someone would say hello to Han Anbo or Yu Ping.
Until he walked out of the Yewei side door and walked along Yewei Street, Li Qingxian didn't meet anyone saying hello to him.
There were obviously several people who looked familiar in my memory, but they turned a blind eye.
Li Qingxian came back to his senses and realized that since the death of his father, more and more people had cut off contact with him.
Recall carefully, these three people in the Night Guard have been taking good care of themselves as usual. A month ago, enemies from the Bingma Division were looking for trouble. These three people stepped forward and forced the Bingma Division people to retreat. There was also a man named Ye Han.
Yes, we met recently and our relationship is okay.
Aunts, uncles, cousins and little cousins have remained the same, and the two little ones who grew up wearing the same pair of pants are still the same as before.
As for the classmates from the academy back then, except for two who had a good relationship, they basically had no contact with each other.
Zheng Hui said as he walked: "Don't dislike these welcomes and troubles. Everyone wants face. If others give me Zheng Hui face, I have to give others face. But you must remember that face is earned by yourself."
, I also lost it myself..."
Han Anbo on the side glanced at Li Qingxian, who was bowing his head in thought. Taking advantage of Zheng Hui's words, he said: "Old Zheng, I heard that someone above wants to touch Mr. Zhou, is it possible?"
Zheng Hui's eyes lit up, he sneered and said: "It's true! They don't even think about who Mr. Zhou is! The late emperor appointed Yijia Tanhua, a calligrapher who has asked for calligraphy many times today, and the Queen Mother personally praised him, 'really handsome'
'The handsome man is famous all over the world, let alone those arrogant ones. Even if Mr. Zhou wants to touch Mr. Zhou, he still has to think carefully about it."
"There are also rumors that the imperial court wants to upgrade Mr. Zhou to a higher rank, but Mr. Zhou doesn't want to move." Han Anbo said.
"There is such a thing. Mr. Zhou doesn't like to work in the camp. Some people say that he was disheartened after the death of his wife and daughter. Otherwise, with Mr. Zhou's strength and connections, he would definitely be able to go further." Zheng Hui said.
Han Anbo turned to look at Li Qingxian and said, "When Xiao Li came, some people said that Mr. Li came in through Mr. Zhou's connections."
Li Qingxian was stunned.
In my memory, my father Li Gangfeng never mentioned Zhou Chunfeng, but I did have some impressions of Zhou Chunfeng. Sizheng, the God of the Night Guard, also had a part-time job in the Prison Department. He was a very famous handsome man in Da Qi, and his story was spread all over the country.
Sexy affairs and scandals.
Zheng Hui smiled and said: "Qingxian fell ill twice, and the department took the initiative to send Dr. Sun to take special care of him. An ordinary night guard is not worthy of Dr. Sun's visit."
Li Qingxian shook his head and said, "I really don't remember this kind of relationship. My father never mentioned it."
Han Anbo patted Li Qingxian's right shoulder and said, "It's true that Mr. Zhou is taking care of you."
"Yes." Zheng Hui glanced at Han Anbo.
Li Qingxian's heart moved and he looked at Han Anbo.
He looks in his thirties, with a square face, a flat nose, short eyebrows and small eyes. Under the morning light, his face is particularly gentle.
Han Anbo smiled.
Li Qingxian nodded, took a deep breath, and felt warm in his heart.
"Team A9, stop!" a familiar voice sounded.
The four of them turned back together.
Zheng Hui used to have dark skin, but now his face is even darker and purple.
Like Zheng Hui, this man is also wearing a white horse bunzi official uniform, but there is a light circle of gold embroidered around the bunzi, which is a tenth-grade military attaché uniform.
He was as tall as Zheng Hui, but much thinner, with slightly sunken cheeks and high cheekbones. He looked over with a smile.
Li Qingxian recognized Dong Ying, the instructor of the street patrol house. He defeated Zheng Hui and won the position of the instructor of the street patrol house.
"Zheng Hui, how are you thinking about changing streets?"
Zheng Hui gritted his teeth and said: "Coach Dong, we are doing well on Wanping Street, but it is really difficult to adapt to the pier. What's more, there are only four people in our team and we can't manage such a big pier."
"The dock is rich in oil and water, and I'm doing it for your own good." Dong Ying said with a smile.
"No matter how rich the oil and water are, you have to live to eat it. Old Dong, you know what I know and shouldn't take it. I, Zheng Hei, will never touch it. There are so many shopkeepers on Wanping Street, and there is no one who doesn't praise me." Zheng Hui said.
"What should we do? The head of the house has always wanted to find a safe person, and I think you are the best candidate."
"Brother Dong, please think about it again." Zheng Hui looked frustrated.
"Brother Dong, please do me a favor and send you some game later." Yu Ping said with a smile.
"Yes, Brother Dong, we are all incompetent and just want to live a small life. We can't get used to living in a place like the dock where everyone is mixed," Han Anbo said.
"I don't want to make things difficult for you, but the head of the house is pressing hard, saying that it will be finalized today or tomorrow." Dong Ying sighed.
Li Qingxian frowned slightly, the dock was one of the messiest places, and the deaths and injuries of night guards were commonplace.
Even a tenth-grade martial artist like Zheng Hui could not save his life, let alone his own small arms and legs.
Li Qingxian had a thought in his mind, secretly thinking about Qi Technique, and looked at Dong Ying.
His eyes were slightly warm, the sky and the earth were shining brightly, and Dong Ying was at the center of the light.
A three-foot-tall old yellow tree appeared above Dong Ying's head. Pictures flashed above the old tree, and each picture was related to Dong Ying.
There are Dong Ying having dinner with his family, Dong Ying hugging an old woman and crying, Dong Ying smashing the kitchen at home, Dong Ying wearing sackcloth and mourning, kneeling in front of a tomb sprinkled with paper money, until her head is broken and bleeding...
An instant later, Li Qingxian felt dizzy, his body swayed slightly, and he hurriedly stopped the Qi-gazing technique.
Han Anbo hurriedly supported Li Qingxian and asked: "Xiao Li, are you okay?"
Li Qingxian said hurriedly: "It's okay."
"Zheng Hui, let me know if you want to go or not," Dong Ying said.
Zheng Hui lowered his head slightly.
Li Qingxian suddenly clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Dong, I have something important to discuss. Can you lend me a moment to speak?"
"Oh, Mr. Gangfeng's son? Okay." Dong Ying glanced at Li Qingxian and walked towards the other side of Yewei Street.
Zheng Hui, Yu Ping and Han Anbo looked at Li Qingxian curiously. Li Qingxian gave the three of them a reassuring look and followed them.
"Master Dong, I learned fortune-telling from my grandpa." Li Qingxian said.
Dong Ying narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "I seem to have heard someone say that you have some knowledge of fortune-telling. However, the strength of a fortune-teller is very important. A low-level fortune-teller often makes many mistakes when recommending fortunes to a high-grade fortune-teller.
Suffered backlash.”
"I am gradeless and you are tenth grade. The grade difference is only one level. Even if the backlash is very slight," Li Qingxian said.
"What do you want to say?"
"I saw that Mr. Dong had a strange luck, so I unconsciously used his fortune-telling skills on you. After calculation, I found that Mr. Dong was not seriously injured, but your family encountered a big disaster today." Li Qingxian said.
"That's nonsense. My mother is in good health. She can walk for half an hour without breathing and is busy every day. How could there be such a disaster?" Dong Ying's eyes showed vigilance.