Luo nine needles

Chapter 7

The horseshoes rolled, and the man in black came to the ruined temple. Unlike the rainy night, this time the guards walked in.

There were no people in the ruined temple, only the fires that had been extinguished by the soil remained, and the traces of people, carts and donkeys walking.

The soldiers and guards dispersed to inspect and returned after a while.

"Nothing unusual," they replied.

What could be different, the leader of the guards thought, a dilapidated temple with air leaks from all sides, two women resting on their feet and a skinny donkey, one of them was still half dead, they could tell just by looking outside the door that day.

They are the advance guards who are looking for a resting place for the governor.

The governor in the rear has stopped to wait for news.

I didn't expect that there were people here, and it doesn't matter if there are people, just drive them out.

No matter who it is, even if it is a broken Buddha statue that shows its spirit, the governor must stop it, and the Buddha statue has to get out of the way.

But after reporting back, the governor said it was troublesome and continued on his way.

trouble?What's the trouble?

The big windshield wiped the head and body, and the world was full of noise, but the voice of the governor was still clear.

"Girl, cry, make trouble, and be annoying." He said, "I don't want to hear it."

What's so annoying about women crying and fussing?It’s common when ransacking a house. If you slash the annoying words, you will be quiet immediately. The soldiers are puzzled, but the governor has already urged his horse forward.

The governor's mind has always been difficult to figure out, and everyone is used to it, so they hurried around the ruined temple.

It may be because at that time he paused and urged the horse again, the sword fell.

The soldiers and guards looked at the ruined temple again, turned their horses and galloped away.

As the news spread, soldiers in black gathered from all directions to Los Angeles, and the guards at the gate of Los Angeles were terrified.

It's here, it's finally here.

The official families in the city were already in panic, and they were even thinking about how to die happily at home. If they fell into the hands of Duchasi, they would really be worse than death.

But these black-clothed guards did not enter the city, but stopped in front of a tea shed on the side of the road outside the city.

There will be such a tea shed on the main road in front of every city. Simple piles set up a pergola, simple benches and tables are placed, and two large pots are built to keep boiling water. The tea is thrown into the pot by a handful. crushed tea.

It is not far from the city, and you can enter the city with a few more steps. There are various clean teahouses in the city, but the journey is very hard, and you have to queue up for inspection when entering the city. Chengchi still prefers to sit down and have a sip of tea first to refresh himself.

Therefore, the tea shed is always full of customers, bustling and lively.

But today there are many people, but it is not lively, and it can even be said to be very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of water gurgling in the pot.

The old tea seller squatted in front of the stove, looking at the boiling water, wondering whether he should brew the broken tea on the stove until there was a sound of urging.

"Is the tea ready? Why is it so slow?"

The old tea seller shivered, squeezed the broken tea with trembling hands and brewed it, and turned around tremblingly with the teapot in his hand: "Okay... that's it..."

The whole tea shed was surrounded by people, airtight, not even a fly could fly in, and there was only one person sitting alone in the shed.

The old tea seller didn't dare to raise his head, and moved over to the table step by step, only to see the gold thread coiled on the robe at the man's feet.

"Big, big, man, please, please..." He tremblingly put down the teapot.

A hand reached out, holding the teapot.

This hand was slender and broad, and there was a hideous scar on the back of the hand.

The old tea seller became even more frightened. He lowered his head and stepped back. He retreated to the stove and heard the tea pouring out.

Really drink his humble tea.

The old tea seller couldn't help but raise his eyes quietly, and saw the hand holding the teacup to his mouth.

Then a pair of dark eyes broke into the old man's line of sight.

The moment he raised his head, his dark eyes also looked at him, like sharp swords hitting him.

The old man woke up with a start, and hurriedly lowered his head and shrank in front of the stove.

The tea shed gathered guests from all directions, and they could also hear news from all directions. Naturally, the old tea seller also knew the prestige of Duchasi Huo Lianhuo.

It's just that today, aside from his aura, another thought lingered in his mind, this Huo Dudu's eyes are really beautiful

There were footsteps rushing towards my ear, accompanied by the voice of "My lord, I found it."

The teacup was placed on the table, and there was a slight bump.

"Okay." Huo Dudu's voice said, "I only want things, people don't want them."

The old tea seller also listened here, and knew that Huo Lian had lost something, so he stopped to look for it.

Now that they have found it, will the person who stole it be killed directly?

The old tea seller lowered his head even lower, Huo Dudu's thought of looking good disappeared instantly.

"My lord, it wasn't stolen, it was dropped." Beibei said.

Out of the corner of the old tea seller's eye, he saw a soldier raising his sword and offering it with both hands.

"It's near the ruined temple where my lord wanted to stop last night but didn't stop."

Huo Lian snorted, as if wondering where the ruined temple was.

The old tea seller was also curious, and then he heard Bingwei explain.

"Last night, two women settled down in that ruined temple. My lord went around."

"I've already checked, and there's nothing unusual, and the direction of their car is also opposite to Jianluo."

In other words, it wasn't the two men who stole it, and the two women didn't even notice the fallen sword nearby.

"The sword hook fell off."

Huo Dudu's voice suddenly said.

So that's the case, the old man who sells tea recites Buddha's name in his heart, so it has nothing to do with other people.

At the next moment there was a soft sound, it seemed that Huo Dudu had thrown the sword in his hand, and gave a slight questioning sound.

how?

Should someone else be blamed for the falling of the sword hook?The old tea seller raised his heart again.

"My lord, what's the problem?" the voice of the soldier asked.

Huo Lian's voice said, "It seems to be a little lighter."

light?The old tea seller was puzzled, and then he heard a sound, Huo Dudu threw the sword over, and a guard stretched out his hand to catch it.

"It's really rough workmanship, what a famous craftsman." Huo Lian's voice was a bit sneering, "If you delay your trip, throw it in the sundry cart."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked out with heavy steps.

The soldiers and guards in the teahouse followed chaotically.

The old tea seller raised his head cautiously, and saw a tall figure surrounded by soldiers and guards. The tall figure stopped suddenly, and the old firewood seller saw a beautiful profile.

"Zhu Chuan, don't forget to give the tea money." He said.

After all, go out one more step.

A black-clothed soldier turned back to block the sight of the old tea seller. It should be Zhu Chuan, in his early twenties, with a dark complexion, and asked how much it was.

The old tea seller was trembling.

"Don't say you don't want money, as if our adults are bullying you." Zhu Chuan said, and said again, "Don't even think about asking for more money, our adults' money didn't come from strong winds."

The old tea seller could only stammer a number.

This Zhu Chuan actually wants to bargain: "Your tea is not very good..."

The old tea seller was about to cry, so he said he didn't need money.

"Zhu Chuan, don't scare the old man." Someone came in from outside the arbor and said loudly.

Zhu Chuan put some money on the table with a smile, and turned to look at the person.

The person who came was a bearded man in his 30s, with a buzzing voice: "Found it? Which sword is it? Did it come from His Majesty?"

Zhu Chuan said, "I just took a handful from the armory when I went out."

He paused for a moment to think.

"I still have the memory of this sword. It was seized by King Jin's rebellion."

King Jin rebelled and seized it. It was a big event back then, but it involved the princes, so it can't be discussed casually. This case was handled by Huo Lian himself. He also made his fortune by relying on this case. The old tea man couldn't help pricking up his ears.

Zhu Chuan went on to say: "When I went out, I took one casually, just to pretend to be full. My lord doesn't use a sword. Who would have thought that the hook would break if it was left for a long time."

The bearded man snorted: "My lord is so determined to turn Los Angeles over, I thought it was a nobleman."

The Duchasi ransacked the house and confiscated countless items. Although the stolen goods had to be confiscated, but with the status of the governor, he kept whatever he liked.

The stolen goods left behind are also divided into grades, and the ones stored in the armory are not expensive, otherwise they should enter the Treasure Pavilion.

Zhu Chuan said: "The stolen goods were also planned by adults. Of course they are precious. He can throw them away, but they cannot be stolen."

"Whatever you say makes sense." Lu Hu said with a smile, turned and walked out, and raised his voice in harmony, "Let's go, let's go."

Accompanied by Huhe, the black-clothed soldiers gathered outside the tea shed got on their horses, formed a team, surrounded Huo Dudu and galloped away.

The sound of horseshoes disappeared, and the old man in the tea shed dared to look out.

The soldiers and guards at the city gate breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly reported the news.

"Really gone?" The prefect of Los Angeles seemed to be in disbelief, "Just left like this?"

There was no ransacking of the family, no family, and no property was even searched.

The heavy gifts he prepared are still piled up in the warehouse.

Thinking of this, the prefect of Los Angeles hurriedly urged his subordinates, "Hurry up and deliver the things."

The subordinates hurriedly pulled the car to chase, and came back half a day later, saying that Dodger Huo had taken the things.

The prefect of Los Angeles and the waiting aristocratic families breathed a sigh of relief.

Just accept the gift.

At this time, the prefect of Luocheng straightened his back, looked calmly, and said to the aristocratic family with a smile: "I told Huo Dudu that our officials in Luocheng are clear and bright, and the aristocratic family is benevolent. Huo Dudu deeply thinks so."

The aristocratic families expressed their gratitude to the magistrate, "Your Excellency has worked hard." "Thank you for your kind words." "I am at ease when you are here." At the same time, the gifts prepared by each family were brought in, and the magistrate accepted them with a smile.

The hearts of Luo City officials and citizens were at ease.

Aokiji looked at the boundary marker in front of him, and calmed down a little as he kept mentioning it.

"Miss." She let go of the rein and walked to the side of the car, "We have arrived in Xucheng."

As she spoke, she gently lifted a corner of the awning on the car and looked inside the car.

The lady in the car was still lying down, and upon hearing her voice, she opened her closed eyes.

The eyes are dark and bright.

"Good," she said.

(End of this chapter)