When Mrs. Lu saw the number of people, her face darkened. Those filthy things were really going to spare no effort to put the Lu family to death!
Is this attitude of trying to eradicate them because they are afraid that the Lu family will fight back after they stay?
It turns out that I have done too many things that are harmful to my heart, and I also know how to be frightened!
The man in black was well-trained, and he didn't say much after he appeared. His target was very clear, and he went straight to where the Lu family was and raised his knife to kill them.
"Grandma, keep an eye on your eldest grandson. His injuries have healed. If he is discovered, I won't be able to hide his abilities!"
After Song Mingyuan finished transmitting the message, she pressed Lu Peifeng towards Mrs. Lu and put a protective barrier around them.
Facing the knife heading towards the door, Song Mingyuan cut off the shackles on her hands and feet, her eyes brightened, "Well done!"
Without taking a step back, she grabbed a knife, rushed into the crowd, and started fighting with the man in black.
Mrs. Lu sweated fiercely and stared at the figure moving flexibly among the men in black with her eyes unblinking, her heart in her throat.
She wanted to kick her eldest grandson up to help, but when she thought of Yuanyuan's instructions to her, she could neither stretch nor shrink her feet.
Seeing the eldest grandson standing up suddenly, his movements were faster than his thoughts and he grabbed his hand: "You can't go!"
Mrs. Lu's heart was like a pancake at the moment, suffering from both sides. Yuanyuan really gave her a big problem!
The ladies looked nervous. Mrs. Lu picked up the bench and wanted to rush forward to help, but her sisters-in-law teamed up and held her down.
"With your three-legged cat skills, you can only get chopped vegetables. Why bother Yuanyuan to take care of you?"
Mrs. Lu San was wilted. For the first time, she wished she had grown three heads and six arms. How could she bear to watch Yuanyuan fight alone? It was all her fault!
Mrs. Lu San felt like she had a fire that couldn't be vented, and she was nervous and annoyed.
The children didn't dare to breathe, their eyes were fixed on the sister-in-law in the shadow of the sword, and they only regretted that they were too young to help.
Sister-in-law must not get hurt!
Every time Lu Peifeng watched Song Mingyuan and the blade of the sword pass by each other, he couldn't help but want to blow the whistle several times to ask Qinghai Changyun who was following him to help.
But seeing the joy and excitement in her eyes, as well as the fighting spirit that became more and more courageous as she fought, she still held back in the end.
But his eyes never moved away from her, ready to come to the rescue at any time.
The huge hall seemed to have become a stage for Song Mingyuan alone. With his own strength, he turned thirty murderous men in black into backup dancers.
She has a strong body and is as flexible as a cat. She can complete a perfect harvest with the sword in her hand. Her momentum is so fierce that she forces the men in black to not move forward.
Not even able to get close to the Lu family, let alone kill them, the man in black became more and more fierce and impatient with his killing moves.
However, Song Mingyuan was stable and not chaotic. The stagnant spiritual power moved more freely in his body. The more immersed he was, the more his spiritual power became like a fish in water.
None of the thirty well-trained men in black was her opponent.
"withdraw!"
The leader threw the knife in Song Mingyuan's hand, and when the knife hit her face, she turned her face to dodge and shouted loudly.
The remaining thirteen men in black quickly broke the window and jumped out of the inn.
Song Mingyuan dodged the flying sword and was about to chase it when a scream suddenly came from behind: "Sir, be careful!"
She turned around and saw that the knife she had avoided was flying dangerously towards a pair of masters and servants a few steps away from the threshold of the lobby.
Without any time to think, she threw the knife in her hand.
With a "clang" sound, the weapons collided, and the two knives flew past the young man's cheeks, and the wind they brought stirred up a strand of hair hanging down on both sides of him.
The little boy woke up as if he had found his breath, and asked with a pale face: "Sir, are you okay?"
"nothing."
The clear and pleasant sound is like falling jade beads on a plate.
The knife almost cut off his head, but he could still be so calm.
Song Mingyuan looked at the visitor curiously, and saw that he was dressed in a green shirt and thick fur, with an elegant temperament and a refined appearance.
What is extremely eye-catching is the little red mole under his eyes, like white jade dyed with cinnabar. The collision of two extremely strong colors is shocking to everyone.
"I'm in Shenjian, thank you for your help, girl."
His smile was gentle and gentle, as warm as the spring breeze.
Song Mingyuan jumped down from the table: "You're welcome, you are just an innocent victim."
It's a pity that she hasn't had enough of it yet!
Shen Jian smiled, thinking that this girl's words were very interesting.
Seeing the man in black escaping, Lu Peifeng blew his whistle. At this moment, he heard the sound of killing coming from outside the inn. When he saw Song Mingyuan, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly stepped forward and held her wrist.
"Stop fighting, try again next time."
When he touched someone, he was shocked to realize that his palms were sweating. He had never been so worried even when fighting.
Lu Peifeng's eyes deepened. Before he could figure out why he was so nervous, a voice disrupted his thoughts.
"Major General Lu, nice to meet you."
"Lord Shen." Lu Peifeng then discovered Shen Jian's presence. He turned his head and nodded to him slightly in greeting: "The Lu family is no longer what it used to be. Lu cannot afford to be a young general."
"Regardless of where a hero comes from, the reputation of a major general has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. There is no need to be humble."
Shen Jian's eyes moved to Madam Lu: "Yanzhi had heard early on that Madam Lu would stop by here, so she specially waited to see her here."
"A few days ago, the General Mansion was exiled from the capital. Yanzhi was busy with something and couldn't spare the time to see me off. I'm really ashamed. I ask the old lady for your forgiveness."
Mrs. Lu admired this humble and polite junior very much. She softened her expression and motioned for him to sit down.
Then he said in a warm voice: "Yan Zhi has good intentions, but why are you not in the court and instead appearing here?"
In the Northern Wei Dynasty, post stations were places where official documents and military intelligence were transmitted, and where demoted officials were provided with food, accommodation, and horses on the way. They generally did not take in exiled prisoners, but some small and remote inns were naturally more casual without restrictions.
Shen Jian was the top scholar in a new subject last year. Now he is serving in the Hanlin Academy. It is the time for him to be promoted in his official career. He should be in the capital now.
"I am ashamed to say that Shen did not offend Sheng Yan very much, but His Majesty was not pleased with what he said. He has been dismissed from his post and demoted to the magistrate of Chongming County."
Even though he was demoted, Shen Jian could not hear any hint of desolation in his words. Instead, he was very easy-going and indifferent.
Chongming County is right next to Yongzhou. It is also a barbaric place where chickens do not poop and birds do not lay eggs.
Mrs. Lu was surprised for a moment, then silent for a moment: "But because of the Lu family's affairs?"
Shen Jian smiled slightly and said: "That's not entirely true. Madam, don't blame yourself. Yanzhi just couldn't bear to let the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty feel cold. Today, even if it's not the Lu Mansion, Yanzhi will still give advice."
He knew what consequences he would have if he spoke out, but if he didn't speak out, it would violate his original intention of becoming an official.
Therefore, even if he was demoted, he would not regret it.
Civil servants died to remonstrate, military generals fought to the death, and the generals were all wronged and had their homes confiscated, so what did it matter to him?
