The world is heavy and late

Chapter 243 Attacked
Xu He didn't know about the uproar in the palace, but he could vaguely guess one or two points.

He looked at Aunt Xia Qing outside the palace city and said it was not much to salute, but his eyes kept looking around. He didn't remember that there were so many carts and people around.

His lowered eyes were dimmed. This wasn't a good atmosphere, and he was even slightly anxious.

Fearing that the visitor was not kind, he looked it over and went forward to negotiate with the guards of Suzaku Gate.

Xu He's size can be regarded as a person, as for Xia Qing, he is even more powerful. No one knows, and the guards are also very afraid of this person. This person has thrown the daughter of a fourth-rank official in public. The two were kicked out, but considering the face of the past, the guards still expelled some strong men with a sense of face.

Wandering around the gate of the imperial city is already suspicious.

Xu He was still a little uneasy, but when Xia Qing came out, he still stepped forward and saluted with a smile: "Auntie."

Xia Qing quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm not an aunt anymore, you have to call me...uh..."

Xia Qing realized that she hadn't thought of what to call her for a while, so she asked hesitantly, "What's your name, Mr. Xu?"

Xu He paused, "The slave is honored as Master Xu."

Xia Qing was at an impasse again, so what should she be called?lady?
Xia Qing shivered, shaking off the coldness from her body, for some reason, this word seemed a little sour on Xia Qing, she said: "Then you should call me aunt first." With Xu He helping him into the carriage, Xu He He's carriage was prepared early in the morning, and there were two more carriages behind Xia Qing's salute.

Although she was making jokes, Xia Qing's training in the palace for so many years was not just for soy sauce. She told Xu He who was driving the car: "Let's salute and take the path back. Let's go to the lively place and don't go in the alley." .”

Xu He responded, nodded towards Xia Qing and said, "Don't worry, aunt, the slave will be careful."

Xia Qing rubbed the jade gourd on his wrist, nodded and put down the curtain of the carriage.

Xu He turned his head and held the reins, raised his eyes and looked around, his dark eyes showed a bit of oppression, showing a fierce look.

He was originally a person who helped Xu Zhong do things secretly, and was led by Xu Zhong himself for a while, and when he raised his eyes, he was more fierce than the guards guarding the door.

"drive."

The carriage started to move, Xu He looked at the road ahead, listening to all directions, but his eyes only looked at one place, and the murderous intent in his eyes was faintly visible.

Xia Qing'an was sitting in the carriage, but she didn't lie down casually, which represented Xia Qing's attitude. She stroked her hair, slowly pulled out a hairpin from her hair, held it in her hand, and rubbed her face His expression was unclear, but he could always feel his eyes staring at the curtain.

It was obviously a long-awaited exit from the palace, but no matter how you put it, it should be a happy and unrestrained ride away, but now the two seem to be rushing thousands of miles away, with their lives hanging by a thread.

The bustling crowd on the street has been dodging the clamoring carriages in the middle of the road, but they dare not say anything. If you smash a brick in the capital, you might be able to hit a relative of an adult, so it's better not to underestimate anyone.

Some people in the crowd followed closely all the time, their eyes were almost bloodshot, and they paused for a while and said: "Do it, if you tie someone up, go away, if you can't tie someone up, just strangle them to death and then leave quickly. After leaving Beijing for a few years return."

"Yes."

After speaking, a group of strong men rushed out from the crowd and walked towards Xia Qing's carriage. The people around were so frightened that Xu He whipped his whip before he could shake them off.

But there were too many people coming around, and there were some people who didn't leave in time. Xu He didn't care if he could step over these people, but he glanced at Aunt Xia in the carriage and thought to wait for a while. When it comes to life and death, even if Aunt Xia doesn't allow it, he will do the same.

"Get out of the way!"

With a sudden tug on the reins, Xia Qing in the carriage also leaned back habitually, and quickly stabilized himself by holding onto the window. Then, the sound of chaotic footsteps getting closer and closer, the people dispersed immediately, and Xu He Li immediately waved the whip in his hand, and the carriage began to rattle forward.

Xia Qing was jolted left and right by the sudden stop, but her eyes and face didn't change at all, and she even slowed down her breathing.

Still being chased by someone, there is no way, just a moment of pause and many things will change.

Xu He lost his voice: "Auntie!"

Xia Qing immediately held the hairpin in his hand, and stabbed fiercely at the hand that was protruding from the window frame. Suddenly, he heard the pain of losing his voice. He couldn't keep up with the carriage, and there were many people catching up one after another.

"Damn it, bitch, give it to me!"

Xia Qing quickly picked up the hairpin in her hand, lifted the curtain, stood on the shaft of the car, kicked the person who was about to climb up, with all her strength, she waved her hand in the air, subconsciously dodged by the heat.

Xu He only glanced at Xia Qing whose hands were covered in blood, and didn't say anything. He had to wait until his life was safe even if he had a thousand words. In the middle, the two of them retreated slightly.

Xia Qing looked at the frightened people scattered in all directions in the distance, then looked at the strong men who had been catching up, and pursed the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

He took out something from the bag, raised his hand and threw it into the street behind the carriage. A few beggars couldn't hide, starved to death or beaten to death, maybe someone would I choose to be beaten to death, but anyone who has been hungry knows that it is better to be beaten to death.

The group of little beggars was still too few, and those who were chasing after them kicked them away.

Xia Qing waved his hand again, it was still a large handful of copper coins, a few bold ones started to pick up some around, and left immediately when they encountered people, Xia Qing didn't care much, and waved his hand again.

Copper coins mixed with scraps of silver were turning away on the street, Qing Lingling's voice was crisp and catching on the street, another handful, and finally some people couldn't care less, especially those idlers, this... the heavens Losing money is nothing more than a few strong men, is it really going to be picked up by those little beggars?

The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became. I didn't know what was going on. Seeing red-eyed people hiding around, a man shouted loudly: "Brothers, go."

As if a switch had been turned on, a group of people rushed up to snatch it all at once. Xia Qing didn't stop when he saw this scene. No matter how far away or how close, always be in front of that group of people.

A steady stream of money, crowds of people, and the sound of patrolling officers and soldiers in the distance. These people wanted to be ruthless. At the beginning, they kicked a little beggar away, but they were slowly beaten by people all over the street. block the way.

How could this group of desperadoes be afraid of someone's life, so they immediately wanted to catch one and beat them to death. Unexpectedly, there were too many people, each of them scratched and punched from behind, and several big men were slowly surrounded by people.

Xia Qing saw the people who were looking for money in the back street, the big man trapped by the crowd, and the man who was groping to climb into the carriage through the rear window. He immediately dropped the half-empty baggage, stepped forward, and held hands The hairpin in the bag pierced the man's neck fiercely.

Blood poured into the blood, the man covered his neck with his hands and rolled down from the carriage, Xia Qing's hands trembled slightly, but the man was not in the way, how strong Xia Qing can be, and it was only a small The small hairpin has pricked a small hole with the strength of twelve cities, but it is always scary on the neck.

Xia Qing tightly held the hairpin in his hand, looked at the chaos on the long street, and his bloody right hand, and said to Xu He, "Let's go."

Worried that he forgot to glance back, Xu He swung his whip fiercely, and the carriage drove into the west city.

(End of this chapter)