reborn son

Chapter 1472
When Mu Feixue left the Mu Mansion, it was already late, and some stores had already hung red lanterns. There were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally one of them walked in a hurry.

The noble concubine's guard of honor fluttered in the wind and lined up for a mile from the front of the Mu Mansion. The forbidden army cleared the way, accompanied by guards, and the brigade rushed towards the palace in a mighty manner.

The shopkeepers on both sides knelt on the ground, respectfully sending the empress back to the official position, Mu Feixue was sitting in the car, the beauty's eyes shining brightly, pinching the needle with one hand, and smiling.

The group of people got farther and farther away from Mu's house, and came to Zhuque Street, where no pedestrians could be seen on the road. Mu Feixue's hand pinching the needle suddenly shook upwards, and the embroidery needle flew out through the curtain of the car.

"There are assassins, protect Concubine Xian!"

Then there was a sound of exclamation, and there was a brief confusion in the team. There were sounds of fighting, cries for help, cursing, shouting, all kinds of sounds came one after another, and swords and swords flickered endlessly.

There were five more embroidery needles on Mu Feixue's palm, and her expression was as usual without a trace of fear. Looking at her face, she could tell that everything was under control.

On a roof somewhere two streets away from the motorcade, Erniang Feng condescendingly stared at the movement on Suzaku Street, feeling chills all over her body.

She saw with her own eyes that before Mu Feixue's car was approached, the fit-level expert had already been taken down, his dantian was smashed and thrown into a sack like a rag.

The strength of those seemingly ordinary city patrolling soldiers has greatly increased, and under their joint efforts, the strong ones in the combined state have little strength.

At this time, as long as you are not an idiot, you can guess the origin of this group of people, they must be members of Fen Tian, ​​and only Fen Tian has such a strong combat power.

Li Dongyang is too frightening. He actually set up such a big situation without their knowledge. The layout of this situation is quite careful, and it should have been prepared a long time ago.

Although Mu Jianqiu's matter is not known to everyone, anyone with some influence will know it. Who would have thought that Li Dongyang would use this matter as a bureaucracy.

Raising her hand to wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead, Erniang Feng quietly lowered her body and slipped away, she didn't want to be watched.

"Your Majesty, take down all the thieves, please rest assured, Your Majesty." The guard stepped forward to report.

"Let's drive." Mu Feixue put away the embroidery needles, and the team continued to move forward, as if the assassination just now had never happened.

Li Dongyang put away the screen while waving his hands, and said to Shi Shi: "Fen Tian's fighting power is getting stronger and stronger."

"That's right, Fen Tian is the most elite unit in the Wuji Empire, and it's also the unit that the soldiers of all armies want to join the most. They are proud to join Fen Tian, ​​and ashamed to kick him out. Everyone cultivates hard."

Shi Shi mentioned that Fen Tian stretched out his thumb. At that time, the master's elite soldier policy was quite successful, and Fen Tian was a signboard of the Wu Ji Empire.

"How many people were arrested in this operation, and I don't know how many spies are hiding in the capital." Li Dongyang walked with his hands behind his back, and this kind of life will take a long time.

Slowly walking out of the imperial study, he should go to comfort Mu Feixue, this time it is considered to be a risk for Feixue.

Qingzhou, the disciples of Yunhai Sect arrived immediately after receiving Feng Erniang's message, but there were many people who were faster than them.

The news that Wu Ji daily deciphered the words on the fragments spread too widely, and attracted too many people and forces. Compared with other forces, Yun Haizong was not conspicuous at all.

In an unremarkable courtyard in Qingzhou, a white-haired old man was sitting in the study room, holding a book in his hand, reading it with great interest.

There are a few words on the corner of the table. If you look closely, they are the words that Wu Ji daily offered a reward for.

"Hey, Tong'er, why is there so much noise outside?"

The fight outside alarmed the old man, he put down the book slowly, his face full of displeasure.

Beside the window, a boy dressed as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old book boy was looking out, and when he heard the question, he quickly replied:

"Master, it's not good, there are a lot of people fighting outside."

"Well, hum! Tong'er, speak well. What do you mean the master is not good, but the master is fine." The old man scolded the book boy, displeased with the book boy's slip of the tongue.

"Yes, the master is fine, but those people are not good, they were beaten fiercely, some fell down and never stood up again." The book boy continued the conversation without defending himself.

There was a lot of swords and swords outside, shouting to kill, the book boy watched for a long time but couldn't tell who was with whom, the sword always stabbed out at an incredible angle.

The old man got up and came to the window, squinted his eyes to look through the crack of the window, his face was shocked, and he looked around, the books in his room would not be affected.

"Tong'er, hurry up and hide the books in the kiln." The old man said anxiously.

"Ah? Master, shouldn't we hide in the underground kiln?" The book boy asked in surprise, his three views were shattered. Could it be that books are more important than his own life.

"What do you know? These books are treasures. They must not be damaged. Move them in quickly." The old man's face darkened, and the book boy stopped talking immediately, and hurriedly left the window to move the books.

Books are treasures, but I am not. This discovery made Shutong very sad, his eyes were red and tears were rolling in his eye sockets. The master loved books too much.

The fighting became more and more intense, and it had entered the small courtyard. The flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were destroyed. The sword light swept across the flowers and plants and turned into fly ash, and even the well platform was razed to the ground.

The new branches and buds of the century-old tree fell outside the courtyard, and the powerful tree crushed the courtyard wall, making a booming sound. The neighbors around were shocked and covered the quilt tightly, shivering on the bed.

The old man and the book boy were still busy moving books, the door was kicked open, a gust of cold rushed in from the door, the weak light flickered a few times, and then went out.

The room was pitch black, the old man and the book boy froze there, their faces full of fear.

"Do it." A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness, and then the old man fainted from a pain in his neck.

There was a stabbing pain in the book boy's abdomen, and he fell to the ground weakly. The books in the room disappeared instantly, and then the old man was carried out of the room and ran away.

"Chase!"

A few sounds sounded in the darkness, followed by a swishing sound of breaking through the air. After an unknown amount of time, the book boy slowly opened his eyes, took out a match and lit the dark room.

Zhou’s house was on fire, and the Zhou’s house was completely burned down with a torch. The news spread as if it had grown wings, and the neighbors around mentioned what happened at night with fear.

I heard that many people died, and the yamen servants pulled several carts, bleeding
When the memorial reached Li Dongyang, it was rumored that half of the city's population had died in Qingzhou. The rumors were so powerful that they couldn't be suppressed. Wu Ji Daily sent a special reporter to Qingzhou to report.

Few people know the truth of the matter, and those who don't know still don't know, and are still trapped by rumors.

Because of one person, many people died. This kind of thing is not uncommon at all. If there is no clue about the disappearance of the old pedant, then the disappearance of Master Zhou has become the focus of everyone's attention.

According to legend, Master Zhou and the old scholar came from the same school, and they are both masters of literature, like the existence of Taishan Beidou.

(End of this chapter)