Jiayou fun things

Chapter 6 Evil
The street outside quickly returned to calm.

After all, it was Anlefang, a wealthy person. In a small street fight, the censors of the patrol and the marquis of the streets did not dare to let such a trifle disturb the nobles.

The bitter master was taken away, and more than a dozen personal certificates were taken away.

More than a dozen Marquis Wu led a group of extra-staff 'underground ghosts' and dispersed into the streets and alleys, pretentiously arresting the suspect who had escaped just now.

The suspect, at this moment, has returned to Zuixianju.

In the backyard of Zuixianju, behind a large sycamore tree that had lost its leaves, Lu Yan had long hair scattered, wrapped in a white cloak, and wore a bare white mask on his face, like a ghost, quietly. stand under the tree.

The disturbance on the street just now failed to alarm the guests in Zuixianju.

Especially those gentlemen and students from the Lu clan on the top floor are still lively and lively, and Lu Jun can still be heard faintly singing, he is singing "Xie Luo Robe"!
This piece roughly describes the stories of 'there are traitors in the court' and 'a gentleman who is underappreciated by his talents and forced to hang his seal and abandon his office'.

"This song is quite in line with his mood." Lu Ru chuckled.

Lu Jun was also an elite of the clan who was promoted by the 'Ju Xiaolian' of the Duke of Lai's government, and he used to be a senior member of the party.

However, when he was in office, there was a big mistake in the public treasury, and after some involvement, he was finally forced to resign and retire.

Now, he can only learn and hang out with the Lu clan.

The once majestic pastoral official has now become a teacher who receives a monthly salary.

"It's also a decent person." Lu Ru put his hands in his sleeves and murmured, "What benefits did the Bai family give you, making you disregard teachers and students, disregard your own dignity, and bully an orphan in the clan What about the students of Yi's family?"

Behind Lu Lu, a deep and deep voice resembling the panting of a tiger rang out: "Brother Cheng, he has gone to the toilet three times just now. But this year, every time he goes to the toilet, there are two servants to support him. If he wants to wrestle him again. , I'm afraid it won't be so easy."

Lu Yan shook his head vigorously, the hair on his head dancing wildly in the cold wind.

"In the first three years, I had to take care of this and that, so when he broke his leg, he fell, slipped, slipped, and it was all accidents."

"This year is different. I want his legs to be broken clearly and clearly."

"Wait for them to come down, let people collide head-on, and break his legs in public. Be louder and say to the people around him that he has done a shameful deed that caused the fight."

The deep voice asked Lu Yan curiously, "Do you want to clarify what's wrong?"

Without looking back, Lu Yan kicked behind him: "Hanghuo, why do you say it so clearly? You just want to say it vaguely and obscurely, and let others speculate."

"He did something wrong. It could be climbing the widow's wall in the middle of the night, or harassing minors in the alley, or hooking up with married women, or even hooking up with married men, just let people speculate."

"He has ruined my reputation for four years, and he has to pay for it."

Under the mask, Lu Yan smiled brightly.

The man hiding in the shadow behind Lu Yan laughed a few times, and a very burly figure could be faintly seen, like a hill, huddled under the corner of the wall with all his might.

The wind blew in gusts.

Inside Zuixianju, the aroma of wine and meat wafts in the wind.

In the seven-story building, in each pavilion, a large number of charcoal braziers were lit.

The cold wind blew through Zuixianju, and when it floated to the backyard, the cold wind was a little hot.

Lu Yan and the people behind him stood quietly in the dark corner, blowing the wind quietly.

Unexpectedly, in the wind blowing in front of him, there was a very light, very light, but cold and bone-piercing aura faintly invaded.

Faintly, Lu Ru heard a mournful laughter.

Lu Rui shivered in shock, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zuixianju, a pair of black and white eyes, a faint azure like the wind was born out of thin air.

'call'!
A small whirlwind rose from the ground beside Lu Yan, rolling up pieces of snow.

At the same time, the huge figure behind Lu Chu gave Lingling a shiver, and hurriedly muttered: "Brother Chu, something is wrong, my heart is sweating, and when I was ten years old, I went hunting with my father, and I met that mandrill king, That's what it feels like."

"At that time, more than 100 people from the tribe brought by Abba died!"

"Withdraw!" Lu Ru waved his hand vigorously: "Today, it's good to count his fate. We'll count again in a few days."

Lu Ru walked quickly towards the back door of Zuixianju.

I faintly heard Lu Yan muttering: "Anyway, with his legs on him, he can't run."

The burly figure that was more than ten feet tall behind him followed step by step and also landed silently behind him.

In every corner of the yard, there were seven or eight figures rushing out. They followed in a flash, opened the back door silently, and ran into the alley behind Zuixianju.

The wind blew, and behind the tree where Lu Yan was hiding just now, a gentle and sad woman's voice sounded faintly.

"Master, we... eh?"

Several red lanterns hanging on the top of the Zuixian Building swayed, and the dim light shone into the backyard.

Below the tree, a red embroidered shoe flashed by.

The soft-spoken voice sighed softly: "I have left one husband, and there are so many. Pick carefully and choose slowly. Xianggong, let's match and play?"

Wrapped in a large white cloak, with his long hair loose, and a warm hat on his head, Lu Yan walked out from the back of Zuixianju and returned to the street where someone touched him just now.

It's bustling with people and the lights are bright.

The erosive force just now was terrifying, like mercury that wanted to forcefully penetrate into each of his pores, and the cold aura that made his internal organs pierce painfully from the cold air disappeared.

Lu Hao took a deep breath and blew out a long distance.

He glanced at Zuixianju in shock and murmured, "What the hell? This is not a normal thing. This..."

Before Lu Yu finished talking to himself, tens of feet away, on the top floor of Qionghua Pavilion, which was ranked among the 36 buildings in Haojing, a roar was like a thunderclap, and the roar shook half of Anlefang.

"He Fang Yaoren, dare to make trouble!"

With a loud bang, the small half of the top floor of Qionghua Pavilion was blasted open, and countless broken bricks and tiles fell from the heights. Several burly men in black suits, fish-scale half-armor on the upper half, and swords around their waists, surrounded by two people. The figure jumped down from the sky.

Lu Yan's eyes flashed with blue air, and he instantly saw the appearance of the two figures who were being supported.

One is Bai Qiong.

Another middle-aged man wearing a light red robe with a rhino horn belt around his waist, Lu Ru also knew!
This fellow is He Jun, the commander of Anlefang, the highest-ranking chief administrative officer of Anlefang, and the herdsman of nearly a million people on the ground of Anlefang that is a hundred miles long and wide!
In the past three years, every year at the end of the year, thieves have invaded the Marquis of Tianen Mansion and stole a lot of money from Mrs. Hu's private treasury.

For the theft, Mrs. Hu has disturbed the Anlefang Lingyamen for the past three years.

He Jun took his subordinates several times and ran to the Marquis of Tianen's mansion to apologize.

Mrs. Tian'en Hou made a riot at the Anlefang Lingyamen. This has been an interesting story in the Anlefang in the past few years. When He Jun came to the door, Lu Lu and other young people from the Lu family also specially watched the door. !

"Bai Qiong!"

"He Jun!"

"The bitter master who touches the porcelain, the witnesses who have acted bravely, and the censors and marquis of the streets who arrived in time!"

Lu Yan's face twitched, and he stared deeply at He Jun.

He found out that He Jun's face was wrong.

Nearly forty years old, He Jun, who was well-maintained on weekdays and whose skin was as smooth and smooth as a tender peach, was now as shriveled as an eggplant that had been exposed to the sun for a day.

The skin on his face was shriveled, and countless fine wrinkles were visible on his forehead.

His rosy lips were blue, his eyes were sunken, his eye bags were dark, his body was trembling, and he was softly supported by two big men in strong suits.

What was even more surprising was that Lu Yan had sharp eyes, and he saw details that ordinary people on the street could not notice.

The front hem of He Jun's red robe was heavily wet. He was led to jump off the tall building, dripping water drops all the way down the hem of his robe and sprinkled a lot on the ground.

Lu Ruan stopped and stepped back step by step, moving away from Bai Qiong and He Jun.

In the Qionghua Pavilion, countless men and women exclaimed in exclamation, and surrounded by guards, men with gorgeous clothes rushed out of the gate in embarrassment.

On the top of the building, a handsome man wearing a white gown and holding a folding fan was yelling loudly, and the roar as loud as thunder came from his mouth.

He was like a dragon, stepping on the roof of Qionghua Pavilion, constantly refracting and retreating.

The folding fan of the landscape picture in his hand kept making loud 'bang bang' noises, and each blow sent a rushing gust of wind to the collapsed attic room.

It was not clear who he was fighting with.

His opponent had been hiding in the crumbling room and never showed his face.

The Xiuya man's face was flushed red, and the heat on the top of his head turned into white steam rising up, reaching a height of more than ten feet.

"Blood Qi and Langyan, at least the twelfth level of Tuomai cultivation."

Looking at the white steam above the man's head, Lu Yan murmured, "This is a good player, and the generals in Lai Guogong's mansion are generally at this level. Who is he fighting?"

The cold wind blows.

Lu Ru glanced at Bai Qiong and He Jun again.

Like He Jun, Bai Qiong looked dehydrated after being exposed to the sun.

It's just that his situation was worse than He Jun's.

Lu Yan could clearly see that the shirt on Bai Qiong's chest was broken, and there was half a tiny cyan handprint on his left heart.

The handprint was blue and black, as if a red-hot iron had been branded, and the handprint could be a millimeter deep into his flesh.

Bai Qiong had already fainted, and black blood was constantly spurting out of his mouth.

His injury was obviously much more serious than He Jun's.

Lu Yan shook his head slightly and stepped back quickly.

In the cold wind, a light laughter suddenly came: "Xianggong..."

The soft laughter seemed to be heard only by Lu Yu.

Lu Yan's face changed.

On the roof of Qionghua Attic, the Xiuya man who was roaring and attacking screamed miserably. He didn't see what he was attacked.

'Crack'!
The voice of the man's broken neck was clearly heard by the people in the small half of the street.

(End of this chapter)