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Chapter 197 Be alert, a corner of Fufeng (1\2)

Feng Zi downstairs.

Inside the wooden house, the young man was cooking rice porridge, with a slightly dazed expression, comforting himself in his heart.

This matter has nothing to do with you.

You also have to trust the masters of the Academy and the head arresters of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

With their strength, they will surely be able to easily arrest those people and bring them to justice. When the time comes, the official punishment will be beheaded for public display, and even the people after this case will be arrested by the angry Great Qin.

It's useless to have one more you, and the eighth-rank cultivation base is only at the level of secret arrest.

What's more, I don't have that kind of experience yet.

The fluctuation in Wang Anfeng's heart gradually calmed down.

The fire in the stove is a bit big today, and we should add some water to prevent it from scorching, but Wang Anfeng seemed to be lost in thought, and didn't take care of it until he smelled a little burnt smell, and then brought the iron pot down.

Turning over with the chopsticks, when he noticed that the bottom had been burnt, the boy raised his hand and tapped his forehead, then turned his head to look at the gradually dimming sky. He didn't know whether he was whispering helplessly or trying to persuade others. Opened the mouth and said:

"Ah, the rice is burnt..."

"Got to go out and buy some."

Wang Anfeng selectively forgot that he had just bought rice a few days ago.

Raise your hand and adjust the position of the wooden sword behind your back, put the silver needle on the left side of the belt, and put the golden sore medicine and naqi pill on the right, and push the door out. The disciples live a little far away, so their defenses are lax.

He found a wall, jumped up, tapped his toes on the wall twice, and propped his palm on the bluestone carving on the wall. With a little force, he turned over and landed lightly on the wall. On the ground, due to poor lightness kung fu, there was a muffled sound.

Wang Anfeng was startled, and he lay there motionless until he realized that he hadn't attracted the attention of his master who was patrolling around, and then he stood up.

Patting the fallen leaves on his body, the young man looked at the sky, suddenly lacking confidence, and said:

"Well, I'm really just going to buy some food."

"Suddenly today... I'm hungry again."

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The night is getting darker.

Yang Jingming walked in the streets of Fufeng County with a sullen face.

He is a well-known chivalrous man in Fufeng County. Recently, he was in the city of Fufeng County. After learning about the massacre, he found a member of the Criminal Department and was willing to join the night patrol.

Although in this world, the rivers and lakes and the imperial court are very distinct, and they usually don't like each other very much, if two officials are killed, the gangsters will definitely praise them, and if they say it's a good kill, they will drink and get drunk for a few more times .

And with the absence of two martial artists with high martial arts skills in the Jianghu, the local officials must be happy, and maybe one or two strokes will be added to their political achievements.

But there is only one place that is shared by the rivers and lakes and the court, and that is the unarmed common people.

Not to mention torture!

Not to mention extinct heirs!
The anger in Yang Jingming's heart still has not subsided.

This time, such a murder happened in a place like Fufeng County. Not only was the Daqin court shocked and furious, but even the righteous people of the world felt the same way. The Ministry of Punishment arrests quickly and patrols the county and city at night.

Because of this kind of thing, there are a lot fewer pedestrians at night, but there are still lights on in some places, and most of them have large pots, which are boiled with goat blood and goat liver, and the boiled soup is milky white. Chopped scallions and peppers, served in a bowl, are extremely warming, and are loved by those watchmen and coolies and patrolling warriors.

Yang Jingming frowned, but he didn't step forward to disturb him. He just stopped, lowered his voice, and asked the ninth-rank street patrol warrior next to him:
"...they don't know about the murder?"

The warrior was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a spear on his back, he smiled and said:
"Of course they know."

"This kind of news, unless it is protected by someone like the school family, there is no need to disturb your mood. Like ordinary people, if it is concealed, it will not kill people's lives?"

Yang Jingming's doubts became heavier, he frowned and said:
"Then why does this person still come out?"

"Isn't it more dangerous? No, I have to persuade him to go back..."

Just half a step away, the sleeve was pulled by the warrior, who had a rather helpless expression on his face, sighed at him, and said with a smile:

"Brother Yang, there's no need...you are a knight-errant, and even if you think about it, you don't know how sad the people in this city are."

"It seems that those families with surplus money have already taken over the stalls. These seem to be places where the family has money, so they have to come out."

Speaking of this, the voice could not help but feel a little bleak.

"What's more, for warriors, ordinary people have no power to restrain chickens. What's the difference between inside and outside the house? Isn't the whole family staying in the house in today's massacre? They were really targeted by killers, no matter how strong they are. The same goes for the house. It may be safer to set up a stall outside..."

"After all, with us patrolling the streets, no matter how vicious the evil martial artist is, it's impossible for him to kill people in the street?"

Yang Jingming stopped and looked at the warm and faint light in the autumn night. With his eyesight, he could see the face behind the water vapor, which was similar to his age, but full of pain, and his expression was slightly complicated. , reached into his bosom, took out a piece of silver, and prepared to send it over.

He came from an ordinary background, and with the help of several teachers, he has just reached the current state of cultivation. Although his strength alone is meager, seeing this situation, he also wants to help.

At this moment, the gun-wielding warrior next to him raised his hand to hold his wrist, shook his head at him, and said:

"You don't have to."

"They have hands and feet, they support themselves, and they make their own choices. Although you are a warrior and knight-errant, money is not brought by strong winds. Their lives are somewhat more secure than yours."

"As a catcher, what you should do as a knight is to arrest that damned evil martial artist and give this commoner a safe place to live."

Yang Jingming was silent for a while. Before cooperating with these school-born policemen, although he had never had the slightest abnormality on the surface, he was a little disdainful in his heart, but at this time, he felt a little different, and put the money back. , but said again:

"How about we come here for a bowl of broth after handing over to Group B?"

The warrior was slightly startled, with a hearty smile on his face, and said.

"Then you have to prepare enough silver."

Yang Jingming smiled and said:
"This amount of money is still enough."

The atmosphere of the crowd was quite harmonious, and after walking not far away, they saw a carriage parked not far from a small stall, but the driver was nowhere to be seen.

The warrior with the gun frowned and looked twice, only to see the extremely handsome horse pulling the cart, covered in black hair, hiding in the dark night, if it wasn't for the four-footed snow and the bright moonlight today, it would be really difficult to spot. Then he knew that he must be a child of a noble family, and he didn't know why he came here. He didn't want to cause more troubles, but what his duty was, he was still going to ask about it.

At this moment, a young servant trotted over from the small stall, and stopped the gun-wielding policeman, first clasped his fists and muttered, then untied a gold medal from his waist and presented it, apologizing with a smile on his face road:
"Guys, this is the son of our Murong family, what's the matter?"

The catcher frowned, but the little guy in front of him was guarding the ceremony. The martial law in the city was only strengthened today, and the city gates were guarded by experts. The curfew was not enforced, so it was hard to say anything. He also reminded:
"It's not stable outside today, so I'd better tell you, don't stay here for long."

The boy smiled and agreed, took the gold medal and went to the carriage. Yang Jingming looked at their backs, frowned and said, "Don't you need to check one or two? Brother Wu?"

Wu Xiong shook his head, and said: "The Murong family is a century-old family in the city, the family business is quite large, it cannot be them."

"What do these aristocratic children want to do, let them go, we don't care, let's go, there are three more times before we can rest."

Everyone left, the boy over there reported to his master, trotted all the way to the small stall over there, ordered a bowl of haggis, half a plate of pancakes, ate with gusto, then turned around and glanced at the slightly shaking carriage, A look of helplessness appeared in his heart, he sighed, lowered his head and took another mouthful of hot soup.

Inside the carriage, a woman begged for mercy and acted coquettishly, saying:
"Ah, my lord, don't make trouble..."

"The police have already said that it's dangerous outside, why don't we go? Go back to the Yichun Building, and the two sisters will be much more lively..."

The handsome young man next to the woman didn't care, wrapped his arms around his slender waist, sneered twice, and said:

"Listen to his bullshit."

"With the bravery of that martial artist, I am determined not to dare to kill people in the streets of my Daqin."

PS: first update

(End of this chapter)