Nongmen Jia Niang: The little blessed wife of the general's family

No matter how dangerous the front was, it did not affect the people behind.

Everyone still received and drank the porridge quietly, and then stood in front of Yin Tao and the others, as if they wanted to protect Yin Tao and the others with their thin flesh and blood.

Yin Tao was a bit regretful at first, but when she saw these people standing in front of her, even a few years old children, her eyes suddenly turned red. She raised her head and opened her eyes wide to look at the gloomy sky.

In fact, the people brought by Yin Tao were also very scared, but they had incomparable respect and trust for Yin Tao and Hong Jun. Seeing Yin Tao standing on a high place and Hong Jun standing in front of them, they had backbone.

The swords were tense in front, but the backside was still busy. Many young people in blue shirts were maintaining order. More and more people came out of some alleys with bowls in their hands and waited in line for a bowl of porridge.

They had seen many beatings and killings, and although they were afraid, they couldn't resist the attraction of the hot porridge.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a tall and stern man galloping on a black horse galloping around the corner of the street.

He held the rein in one hand and a long knife in the other, with a cold light in his eyes, and when he turned around, he saw a huge crowd, but his horse didn't slow down at all, and everyone quickly got out of the way aisle.

Ye Xiuwen came.

He saw Yin Tao standing tall at a glance, and seeing that she was intact, Ye Xiuwen's clenched back teeth loosened slightly.

Yin Tao's tears that had just been suppressed came back again, her eyes and heart couldn't take anything else, and she watched Ye Xiuwen charge towards her alone.

A tear fell; this man, when he needed him, he always appeared.

After Ye Xiuwen heard about Yin Tao's situation, he also didn't care about the rules of galloping horses in the capital, he just wanted to hurry up, and then hurry up, if he was a little bit slower, Yin Tao would have troubles, So what should he do?

Along the way, his mind was in turmoil, as if he had returned to the sense of powerlessness that he experienced when his family changed drastically.

At this time, seeing the woman who was thinking about it standing tall, the heart that was raised high suddenly fell back to the original place.

But what followed was monstrous rage, which made his eyes turn red, like a man-eating devil.

He didn't know whether he was angry at Yin Tao's reckless behavior, or hated himself for not being able to protect her, for not being able to give Yin Tao a simple and stable life, and let her only worry about the maid being lazy and stupid every day, and the mother-in-law drinking secretly during the night watch Just do such a small thing.

Ye Xiuwen rushed to Yin Tao, got off his horse, and stretched out his arms to look at Yin Tao.

Yin Tao put her hands on Ye Xiuwen's, and was about to jump off, but Ye Xiuwen hugged her down, and hugged her hard before she put it down. This hug lasted only a second, but Yin Tao still felt Ye Xiuwen's fear, deep deep fear.

She looked down and saw that his hands were trembling slightly, Yin Tao's heart ached instantly, and she regretted her reckless actions even more.

Ye Xiuwen handed Yin Tao to Huaijiao, and said coldly, "Take your wife to the temple."

Then he said to the refugees: "The old people and children all go in, and the rest all retreat."

He didn't look at Yin Tao again.

Ye Xiuwen's words seemed to have magic power, everyone backed away unconsciously, but no one entered the temple, they all clenched sticks in their hands, and those without sticks also held bowls, ready to help at any time.

Hong Jun walked last, he looked at Ye Xiuwen with complicated eyes, and Ye Xiuwen looked at him sideways with cold eyes.

Neither of them spoke. They looked at each other for a moment, Hong Jun lowered his eyes, turned and walked back, his back was a little lonely.

Ye Xiuwen stood alone on the spot, holding a knife in his hand, looking at the scarred face, with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, with a biting chill!

Ye Xiuwen stood in the middle with a knife in his hand, the battle was imminent in front of him, and the people behind him only cared about a bowl of porridge.

The scarred face really became a little timid. The man in front of him was very young, in his early twenties at the most, with handsome and cold features. The back of the hand holding the knife was full of veins, but the knife was very stable. This is a man with endless strength.

His eyes were like a wolf staring at its prey, bloodthirsty and ruthless.

This man must have seen blood, the knife in his hand must have killed many people, and this knife is ready to split him in half at any time.

With the knife in his hand, Wu Yidao can be regarded as a tyrant in this area, so he got the nickname of Wu Yidao.But he knew that he was no match for this young man at all.

Wu Yidao swallowed his saliva, he had already lost in momentum, and the younger brother beside him was already slowly retreating.

There were many chaotic hoofbeats and footsteps behind him.

Dozens of men in black and well-dressed rode over in two teams, and surrounded by an extraordinary man in the middle, dressed luxuriously and imposing, with sharp eyes scanning everyone, everyone unconsciously looked down. He turned his head and avoided going.

The men in black did not dismount, but stood side by side behind Ye Xiuwen.

The man slowly rode his horse up to Ye Xiuwen, turned over and got off the horse, and someone immediately took the horse away.

The man walked up to Ye Xiuwen, patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "Awen, put the knife away!"

Ye Xiuwen took a step back, suppressed his hostility, and bowed his hands: "Why is the prince here? This is not the place for the prince to come!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the prince's valet with faint dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The guard looked away awkwardly, and thought, "It's not that your boy was in the middle of talking with the prince, and when he heard that something happened to his wife, he rushed out as if he was going to kill, and the prince immediately chased after him regardless?"
Because the prince knew that if Ye Xiuwen really went crazy, no one could stop him except the prince.

Kang Wang patted the back of Ye Xiuwen's head, and pretended to reprimand him, "You brat actually managed your prince. Come on, put the knife away, maybe you really want to kill people where your daughter-in-law is doing good deeds?" No?"

Ye Xiuwen was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked at the people in line staring at him, and the hatred in his eyes slowly disappeared.

However, when he turned around and looked at Scarface, his eyes were still cold: "I let you go today, but it's best not to appear in front of me in the future."

Kang Wang looked around with his hands behind his back, and he just glanced around at random. He had a panoramic view of the surrounding scene, and he was a little surprised. He only knew that this place was mixed with fish and dragons, and they would shirk each other when they mentioned this place in the court. In fact, not many people regarded it as their home. After all, it is a gathering place for poor people.

But now it seems that the matter is probably much more complicated and serious than what they know.

There are obviously several groups of people here, I'm afraid they are just watching the fun, there are hundreds of people here, how many desperadoes are gathered in these low and dense houses?

How many dark secrets are hidden in these dark alleys?