"Leader Zhang, I have nothing to hide from what I have to say." Hu Yanche breathed hard, "If you let me go, I will definitely give you a huge sum of money in the future, and I will treat it as money to buy my life."
"Of course, I, Zhang Dabiao, keep my word." Xu Mu frowned, still thinking about Li Poshan's affairs.
For a long time, he looked up at the sky and then slowly drew out his sword.
"People from the Central Plains, you don't keep your word!" Hu Yanche trembled all over.
"Zhang Dabiao promised you, but I, Xu Mu, didn't."
Xu Mu uttered a sentence coldly and stabbed Hu Yanche's chest with a long sword.
Hu Yanche's eyes were bulging, and he was clearly determined to die with his eyes open. Mouthfuls of blood kept dripping on the snow.
Chen Jiaqiao and Si Hu, who were nearby, did not show any sympathy and directly tied Hu Yanche's body to the horse.
According to Xu Mu's wishes, this corpse was to be hung on Changyang City for public display.
"Go back to Tangjiang."
In the wind and snow, the three cavalry figures followed the position of Tangjiang City and rushed forward quickly.
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Tangjiang City.
Under the heavy snow, Lu Zizhong was shivering with cold. But even so, he still didn't want to go back.
That damn broken-down household dared to come to Tangjiang City to show off his face. Could it be that he had to admit defeat?
"Third uncle, please add another fur robe."
"Zizhong...you've already added three items."
Lu Zizhong glared with dissatisfaction, and was so shocked that Lu Yuan hurriedly waved and had someone fetch another fur robe.
"I've been drinking this for two days, why haven't I drunk myself to death yet?"
"I heard that people who don't want to live in a poor household don't want flower girls. How can he drink too much flower wine if he doesn't want flower girls?"
"As I said before, I'm here to show off my power."
Lu Zizhong frowned and lowered his head. He almost couldn't help but rush to the Qing Palace with others, pushed open the door to see if the shabby little shop was really in the inner room.
"Mr. Lu, this is the eighth time. My boss invites you upstairs. By the way, when you pass by the street, please break a dry willow branch." On the balcony, Zhou Zun took two more steps and spoke with a smile.
"Shut up your bitch!"
Lu Zizhong held his head high and threw the teacup in front of him forward.
Sleepy and cold, he had long wanted to go back. But Xu Mu was in Tangjiang City, so he was worried. To put it bluntly, even if I go back, I probably won’t be able to sleep.
That day, he was lying on the street of Weicheng, beaten to pieces... like a nightmare.
At this time, in the wind and snow in Tangjiang City, a somewhat shrinking figure was seen, wearing a thick winter robe, covering his face, only revealing a pair of greedy eyes.
He walked very slowly, as if he was acting like a passerby.
Just when passing by the restaurant where Lu Zizhong was sitting, he suddenly vomited something.
"My little boss went out to kill people a long time ago. I heard that the envoy from Beidi was intercepted and killed at Anguo Bridge."
Figures hurried past.
Lu Zizhong was left with a shocked face.
When he came to his senses, he could not see the figure in the heavy snowstorm.
"Zizhong, what's wrong?"
"Third uncle, have you heard anything about the envoy from Beidi?"
"Nothing."
"Quick, go check it out."
Lu Yuan took three steps and two steps at a time, and after only half an hour, he immediately ran back with a look of horror on his face.
"Zizhong, go and ask at Guanfang! The Beidi envoy's thousand cavalry and the two thousand army were intercepted and killed at Anguo Bridge!"
Lu Zizhong's face instantly became ecstatic, and his mind was agitated, as if he was trying to catch something. If that's the case, if all these nonsense things are connected together, it will be really serious.
"Quick! Follow me up to the Qing Dynasty Hall. I want to see if the little boss is there!"
Behind him, the number of guards had increased to hundreds. At this time, listening to Lu Zizhong's words, they all held whistle sticks and rushed to the Qing Palace.
Zhou Zun, who was guarding the tower, was shocked for no reason when he saw this scene. According to his boss, Lu Zizhong should not be so courageous.
"Get out of the way! You bastard!"
Hundreds of Lu family guards, relying on the strength of their numbers, kept waving their whistle sticks and shouting.
"Draw the knife!" Zhou Zun was not to be outdone. He had followed Xu Mu for so long, and he was no longer the Wangzhou groom he used to be.
"Come here, chop one!"
"Master Lu, think clearly, if you disturb my boss, you will inevitably be beaten."
Lu Zizhong gritted his teeth and stood on the wooden floor, raising his head from time to time and looking at the light in the inner compartment.
"Zizhong, that broken house must not be there. If it were, he would have come out long ago." Lu Yuandui looked calm.
"Third uncle, can I trust you?"
The beating in Weicheng was good, and it still hurts.
"Haha, third uncle, if nothing else, is still good at planning. A few years ago, some government officials wanted to hire me as the first staff member."
"Okay, listen to Third Uncle! Brothers, pick up the stick and hit him!"
"If you don't live in the inner chamber, please report it to the chief commander immediately!"
In front of the inner chamber of the Qing Palace, Zhou Zun became furious and slashed two guards with his sword.
"Don't be afraid, I will take care of you if anything happens!" Lu Zizhong raised his head and shouted.
He rushed his men desperately and injured two or three people from Xujiazhuang. Then he suddenly found that the door to the inner compartment was suddenly pushed open.
A figure wearing a warm robe walked out, yawning lazily.
Lu Zizhong stood stunned on the spot, trembling uncontrollably, blinking and looking at his third uncle.
His third uncle, Lu Yuan, was smacking his lips at the moment. Without any delay, he turned around quickly and ran downstairs.
Hundreds of guards also retreated in fear.
In the shadow of the famous tree, the little boss in front of me had killed more than a hundred people in the narrow alley.
"Mr. Lu, you have caused trouble again." Xu Mu lowered his hands and smiled lightly.
Fortunately, Chen Jiaqiao's Qinggong was good and he was able to catch up with the time.
"I didn't...you asked me to come here to drink."
"But I didn't let you hit anyone. You were so cruel." Xu Mu sneered.
Zhou Zun and the others nearby didn't even need Xu Mu to speak, they immediately lay on the ground and couldn't stop crying out in pain.
"My people are also injured!" Lu Zizhong gritted his teeth.
"I want to hit someone, but I don't know how to do it, just like you."
Lu Zizhong turned pale with anger and simply turned around and walked downstairs.
"Master Lu, wait a minute. I want to show you something."
A viscount official badge was thrown over coldly.
Lu Zizhong paused, picked it up and only glanced at it a few times. His face became more and more incredible, and there was unconcealable pain on his face.
"I will join the official household department next year. I am not in vain..."
This sentence, which was said in Weicheng at the beginning, seems to be difficult to apply.
The clever Chen Jiaqiao had already broken off a withered willow branch, used Qinggong to snatch it up the stairs, and handed it to Xu Mu's hand.
"I, the dignified Viscount Xu Mu, am not going too far by beating you for being a trespasser, right? If you file a complaint with the chief commander, it will be unreasonable."
"Join the official household department? Let's talk about it after you join."
"Mr. Lu, please hold your head. It's not my fault if your face is bruised."
Lu Zizhong was trembling all over and wanted to run a few more steps, but Chen Jiaqiao stepped on the stairs. The hundreds of guards nearby lost their courage and dispersed like birds and beasts.
Not long after, under the early morning snow and wind.
Lu Zizhong, the number one son of Tangjiang City, let out his first miserable howl of pain.
After hearing what happened, the old officials of the official office and more than a dozen official servants were so frightened that they did not dare to move and hurried back to the official office.
Viscount Daji, I heard that it would cost at least one hundred thousand taels to buy it with silver.
…
After half an hour, Xu Mucai threw away the blood-stained dead willow branch without feeling satisfied.
In front of him, Lu Zizhong was beaten to death for the second time. He lay on his stomach and cried out in pain, with a crying tone, and even his voice was hoarse.
"When Mr. Lu recovers from his injury, I will come and have a drink with Mr. Lu next time."
After rubbing his hands, Xu Mu slowly walked downstairs with Chen Jiaqiao, Zhou Zun and others.
Lu Zizhong, who was lying on the ground, twitched again when he heard these words.
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Under the wind and snow, an old wine shop in Tangjiang City.
Youwen just took off his winter robe, frowned and fell into deep thought while drinking the hot wine.
"That day in Changyang City, I obviously saw it, damn it."
"Don't tell me that you are capable, but you just rely on flattering the country's surnamed marquis? But I am a talented person, and I also have great abilities."
"Don't talk to me about any nonsense. You, Xu Mu, are also a dirty person! A very dirty person!"
