As the youngest brother in the family, although his brothers were not as gentle and considerate as they were to Jiang Sheng in treating Chang Yan, they still loved him from the bottom of their hearts.
Now that he is making such a shrill scream outside, not to mention that there may be a conspiracy, he has to go even if it means mountains of swords and seas of fire.
"Fifth brother!"
Jiang Sheng shouted with a cry, grabbed two dried beans and rushed out.
Fang Heng picked up the woodcutter he carried with him and followed closely behind his sister.
He opened the door and rushed over without hesitation.
After that, it was quiet outside.
The eight servants looked at me and I looked at you. They only hesitated for a moment and then jumped out.
They were servants trained by Fang Heng, little soldiers trained with iron-blooded skills. Although they knew that the other side might be a trap, they had to go after the Third Young Master went.
This is training, this is following that is engraved in your bones.
But when they actually rushed outside, they were fooled.
Jiang Sheng, who was holding dried beans, and Fang Heng, who was carrying a woodcutter, were also stunned.
There was no scene of Chang Yan being hurt, not even Chang Yan, just the mess on the ground, the injured and moaning stranger, and a thin and shrewd middle-aged man.
He seemed to like the shocked look of these children. He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted vividly, "Third Brother."
Chang Yan's voice and tone are not that of Chang Yan.
Jiang Sheng's eyes widened, thinking he had seen a ghost.
Fang Hengze suddenly remembered an article he had read when he was a child, "There is a good ventriloquist in Beijing..."
I've been tricked, this is a conspiracy.
Fang Heng reacted quickly and rushed over to suppress the lean and shrewd middle-aged man, but he didn't want him to notice, so he turned around and ran away.
There was only a mess on the ground, and a dozen injured and moaning people.
Some passers-by were shocked when they saw it, covered their mouths and did not dare to make a sound, and left in a hurry.
It seems that the crime of fighting with weapons cannot be washed away.
Fang Heng had a sullen face, blaming himself for being too impulsive and giving his opponent a chance.
Jiang Sheng saw it and gently shook his sleeve, "It's okay, third brother. Fifth brother said that only a person who can be a thief can only be a thief for a thousand days, and there is no one who can guard against a thief for a thousand days."
As long as Sheriff He wants to convict them, he will find the opportunity sooner or later.
Not today, it could be tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.
Fang Heng's face was gloomy and he didn't have time to speak.
There was a sound of neat footsteps.
When he raised his head, he saw Sheriff He leading a dozen government officials to the hairpin courtyard, staring expressionlessly at the mess on the ground.
The leader was Yuan Yamen, whom they knew well. Seeing this scene, he kept winking, probably hoping that they would move in and rescue the troops.
But under the laws of the Dayu Dynasty, no one can be a rescuer.
Rules are rules, laws are laws, and those who make mistakes must accept punishment and bear their mistakes.
The corners of Fang Heng's mouth suddenly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.
"Do you know that you are wrong?" The master brought by Governor He shouted angrily, "You fought in the city and injured so many people. Do you know that you were wrong?"
"The common people don't understand what the adults are talking about." Fang Heng raised his head in surprise.
The master's face darkened, and he pointed at him and said, "You are a traitor. You have all the witnesses and material evidence, but you still want to refuse to admit it. Fighting in the street is a big crime."
"The common people don't agree with your words." Fang Heng smiled slightly, "We just checked in front of our house, how come it turned into a fight in the street?"
The master did not expect that these children could resist so tenaciously, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Who checked the door with a knife, and how could it be such a coincidence that you opened the door with a knife, and there were people lying on the ground outside? "
"Yes." Fang Heng looked puzzled, "I'm also very curious."
Master, "..."
Seeing that the topic was getting more and more sideways, Governor He coughed and interrupted them.
"Sir, these people are fighting in the street but refuse to admit it. Let's take them back to the prison and interrogate them slowly." The master suggested with his hand.
Sheriff He had a sullen face and nodded.
Seeing that more than a dozen yamen officers were about to rush to arrest him, Yuan yamen officers looked full of regret and helplessness.
"Wait a minute."
Fang Hengcai was not afraid of them. He stopped the government officials and asked, "Sir, why do you think we are fighting? We are just exercising, not fighting, and these people were not injured by us."
After he finished speaking, he threw the woodcutter in his hand on the ground, "If you don't believe it, sir, you can check whether our knife can cut such a sharp wound."
The master was startled, and Sheriff He's expression darkened.
They are not stupid, on the contrary, they are very smart. The moment Fang Heng threw the knife, they realized that these children were probably on guard.
But the master didn't give up. He rushed forward and picked up the long knife. He tried it with his hands, sleeves, and even his hair. All of them were unscathed.
This long knife was clearly unedged. It might be able to kill someone with its weight, but it would never make a sharp wound.
The master looked around at the dozen or so bloody injuries on the ground. He let go of his hands and the long knife clanged to the ground again.
Makes a nice crisp sound.
"Sir, you are the father-in-law of Anshui County and the lord of Qingtian. You must find accurate evidence before doing anything. You cannot harm innocent people casually." Fang Heng handed over.
The moment he raised his head, he met Governor He's eyes without any fear.
Yuan Yamen on the side was full of admiration and almost jumped up to applaud. It was wonderful, it was really wonderful.
To say that the only ones with heavy hearts were the Master and Governor He.
The eight-foot-tall parent officer looked Fang Heng up and down, and suddenly sneered, "Okay, very good."
I thought it was a simple task, but I didn't expect it to be so tricky.
But this is fine, life seems to suddenly have meaning.
"Let's go." Sheriff He waved his hand, turned and left.
The master hesitated and turned around, looking at the injured on the ground, "Sir, these innocent people..."
"Take them all away and send them to the hospital." Governor He said in an indifferent tone.
A group of people came in a mighty way and left in a mighty way.
Calm returned at the entrance of Hairpin Courtyard.
Fang Heng bent down and picked up the unedged long knife, and made a beautiful knife pattern in his hand, "Let's go back."
Jiang Sheng's face was full of admiration, "Third brother, why are you so smart all of a sudden? You are almost as smart as your elder brother."
Fang Laosan, "..."
Praise is praise, why should we compete with each other?
Fang Heng stretched out his hand and deliberately rubbed Jiang Sheng's head.
Although the braid is messy, it feels really good. No wonder the second brother always likes to rub his sister like this.
"Third brother!" Jiang Sheng was so angry that he took the dried beans and smashed them over.
Fang Heng ducked slightly and dodged easily.
"Third brother, don't run away. Why did you imitate the second brother so badly..."
The brother and sister were laughing and joking as they entered the hairpin courtyard.
In the evening the brothers gathered together.
Speaking of Sheriff He's reaction, Xu Mo took a sip of tea and said calmly, "He won't give up easily."
"If you don't give up, then don't give up." Zheng Ruqian said with a nonchalant expression, "I'll show you how to deal with them, and I'm fearless."
That's what I say, but I don't feel comfortable being stared at all the time.
Xu Mo said nothing and Chang Yan frowned.
While his brothers were thinking seriously, Jiang Sheng held his chin and whispered, "It would be great if he could be distracted from taking care of himself."
