Jiayou's Fun

That day, evening.

Anlefang, on the west side of the canal, stands a majestic seven-story building.

The sky was dark, and hundreds of huge red lanterns were lit up and down the tall buildings, illuminating the ancient brown building. On the gold-lettered signboard, which was more than ten feet long, there were three gilt characters Zui Xianju across the distance. clear and distinct.

There was laughter and laughter in the building, people were drinking wine and meat, and the aroma of wine and meat floated for miles in the wind.

On the seventh floor of Zui Xian Residence, the Lu clan school’s teacher appreciation banquet was the busiest time.

Accompanied by the clear sound of the cloud board, Lu Junzheng, a member of the Lu clan who was imitating the master, sang loudly. He sang a gentle and melodious song Eye'er Mei that was so charming that it was so charming that he had the charm of the leading oiran girl in a brothel.

Just like the previous three years of Jiayou fifteenth, Jiayou sixteenth, and Jiayou seventeenth.

The teacher-appreciation banquet at the end of the family academy had just reached its climax when Lu Qian left the party early on the excuse that he was too drunk.

With his long hair simply tied into a long ponytail, and wearing a loose, loose green cloth double-breasted cotton-padded jacket, Lu Qian, who looked a little shabby, walked out of Zuixianju, stood on the steps in front of the door, and looked up at the dense clouds. , the sky where heavy snow keeps falling.

Sure enough, it's you! It's really because of this stupid thing! Lu Qian sneered softly: Even so, just break both legs this year! It's too cruel to break all three legs. Tsk, why am I like this? What about kindness?

Just now, at the teacher appreciation banquet, Lu Yi deliberately mentioned Bai Qiong's name when toasting to Xuezheng Lu Jun.

At that moment, Lu Jun's eyes were panicked.

Lu Qian understood that in the past few years, Lu Jun had deliberately made things difficult and suppressed him in the clan school, deliberately ruining his reputation in the Lu clan, and even made him ignorant and unskilled and unmotivated. The notorious reputation is indeed related to Bai Qiong, or the Bai family.

In this case, Lu Qian would not be merciful if someone used such sinister means.

Putting his hands in his sleeves and humming an informal tune softly, Lu Qian walked down the steps amidst the attentive greetings of the receptionist, stepping on the snow, and walked towards the Tianenhou Mansion in the north.

Braving the strong wind and heavy snow, Lu Qian walked slowly along the street, his body as tall and straight as a majestic green bamboo, and his expression as calm as an old pine that has experienced frost. He did not appear embarrassed at all, but seemed to be as calm as a spring outing.

If anyone looked closer, they would see that not a single piece of the snow blown up by the strong wind could fall on Lu Qian.

Pieces of heavy snow swirled and slid to the side as they got slightly closer to Lu Qian's body. Lu Qian's large cotton-padded jacket was clean, with no traces of water or snow visible.

Across the street, diagonally across from Zuixianju, is a seven-story building.

This building is entirely green, with hundreds of lanterns hanging on it, but the lanterns are an ambiguous pink.

On the plaque on the high-rise building, there are also three large gilt characters Qionghua Pavilion.

This is the No. 1 brothel in Anlefang. It is also ranked among the top thirty-six famous brothels in Haojing City. On weekdays, the dignitaries of Anlefang like to drink, enjoy flowers, and have a good time here. Stay.

On the top floor of Qionghua Pavilion, in a very elegantly furnished elegant room, Bai Qiong and a man were dressed in light red robes, with a rhinoceros horn belt around their waist, a five-beam gauze wing crown on their head, and one-inch thick white-soled official boots. The middle-aged men drank and talked happily.

The blinds made of Xiangfei bamboo in the elegant room are drawn up, and through the shiny crystal windows, the movement on the street outside can be seen at a glance.

Bai Qiong, who was blushing and slightly drunk, was holding a wine glass, grinning through the window, and staring fiercely at Lu Qian, who was walking slowly on the street.

Bai Qiong took a sip of old wine, stared at the middle-aged man sitting across from him and said with a smile: Brother Nian, this will be a lot of work.

The middle-aged man waved his hand gently and said calmly: It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Frankly speaking, if he is a direct descendant of the Lu family, it's really hard to touch him. What a giant is the Jingyang Lu family?

Bai Qiong laughed: He is just a poor boy! Although his surname is Lu, there are hundreds of thousands of Lu clan members in Jingyang!

The middle-aged man put down his wine glass and said calmly: After all, my surname is Lu. Marquis Tianen is also a legitimately favored but unreasonable person.

Bai Qiong filled a glass of wine for himself and the middle-aged man, and chuckled: So, brother Nian's two nephews, don't worry, next year's Imperial College Spring Examination, they will definitely rank first and get the place to stay in the hospital. of.

The middle-aged man sighed and picked up the wine glass: In short, it is for the future of our nephews. We elders have worked hard all our lives, so what do we ask for? Isn't it just for the younger generations? I can't let my niece Shuang give up. This kind of greedy, rampant, talentless and unscrupulous little boy has caused trouble.

Bai Qiong nodded vigorously: What Brother Nian said is very appropriate! Er, where is the person you arranged?

Lu Qian was walking leisurely along the street when a figure suddenly rushed out at the intersection of a cross street in front of him. Maybe it was because the road was slippery, or maybe because the wind and snow were blinding him, the figure let out an ouch and bumped into Lu Qian's chest with his arms crossed.

As soon as this man rushed out of the street, Lu Qian noticed him.

The figure staggered towards him. Lu Chen was like a paper man made of paper. He was light and weightless. Following the cold wind blowing in his face, he stepped back seven or eight feet without touching the ground.

The figure failed to hit Lu Qian. His feet slipped and he hit the ground heavily.

A white linen package flew out of the figure's hand and fell to Lu Qian's feet with a bang.

The man struggled on the ground and suddenly raised his head, revealing a thin and pretty face, but his eyes were wandering around, showing a cunning look.

Help, I killed someone!

Oh, my treasure, the Meizhou official kiln white porcelain chilong button plum vase passed down from my ancestors and worth thousands of guan!

The man's voice was extremely shrill, like a wild wolf with its tail broken, howling miserably.

Lu Qian's eyes widened and he stared at the man with great vigilance.

Pedestrians all around shouted in unison, and many people turned around and looked over, pointing in this direction.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and a large number of lanterns are lit in restaurants, brothels, shops, inns, etc. on both sides of the street.

Some vendors on the street, such as wonton sellers, fried cake sellers, noodle sellers, and various odds and ends, all have torches and lanterns on their stalls.

The whole street is bright and the view is excellent.

There are also people coming and going, not only the crowds of people, but also the busy traffic!

The Chinese New Year is coming soon. No matter nobles or common people, they all have money and leisure now. Why not take advantage of the fun and fun in the past few days?

The man climbed up from the ground, opened his hands and grabbed Lu Qian, with an inexplicable excitement on his thin face, and shouted in a hissing voice: You broke my family's heirloom, please pay me. Pay it to me!

Among the crowds of people on the street, a dozen or so thick-set men with fleshy faces, who even opened their clothes even in the winter, revealing their furry chests and chest tattoos of beasts and birds of prey, suddenly jumped out from the crowd.

Each of these men yelled with indignation.

Catch, catch, this guy is robbing someone on the street, I'm a witness!

Take him down, take him down, he is such a cruel person, oh, he still dares to beat the suffering master?

Report to the official, report to the official, where is the censor of the patrol? Where is the Marquis of Wu who patrols the streets?

More than a dozen big men surrounded Lu Qian from all directions and were close to Lu Qian in an instant, only seven or eight feet away from him.

The young man who fell to the ground and kept saying that the family heirloom was broken waved his hands and almost threw himself on Lu Qian.

Soon enough, Lu Qian waved his right hand and slapped the young man on the face.

This palm was extremely heavy, as if it had been struck by a hammer.

The staggering young man let out a miserable cry, and was pulled three feet off the ground. His body spun seven or eight times in the air like a top, flew more than ten feet away with the sound of wind, and fell to the ground miserably.

My mother! the young man cried hoarsely, half of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and several large yellowish teeth spurted out along with the blood.

So fierce, so fierce!

More than a dozen big men who were yelling but looking rather lazy and not taking Lu Qian seriously suddenly cheered up and grabbed Lu Qian one by one.

Take it, take it!

Such a villain must be a murderer on the wanted list!

Take it, take it!

Take it to the Fangling Yamen to receive the reward, haha, you deserve it, brothers, to make a small fortune!

The thick arms of several big men grabbed Lu Qian's arms. Several other big men had already pulled out short sticks and iron rulers, and violently hit Lu Qian's back, thighs and other places.

Not far away, at the street corner where the young man who had been beaten just jumped out, a sharp bamboo whistle sounded.

A patrol censor wearing a blue robe with a one-horned haze pattern embroidered on his chest, holding a sword on his waist, blowing a bamboo whistle in his mouth, and ran towards this direction with long strides.

Behind the patrol censor, there were dozens of powerful warriors wearing black attire, rhinoceros leather soft armor on their upper bodies, and short black cloaks.

These Wuhou carried crossbows on their backs, carried swords on their waists, and held eight-foot-long black and red water and fire sticks. They lined up in a neat line, following closely behind the patrol censor with rumbling steps.

Xunfang Yushi partnered with Xunjie Wuhou, who was responsible for maintaining public order in the Haojing market, presiding over curfew patrols, arresting bandits, arresting evil spirits, and even market sanitation, fire prevention and waterproofing, etc., which were all within their scope of authority.

The flow of people on the street quickly separated to both sides, and countless people shouted in unison, Make way, make way, the patrol censor is here!

Seeing the chaos on the street, Bai Qiong took a sip of wine triumphantly: Brother Nian, I'm done!

The middle-aged man slowly picked up a piece of plump stewed fish belly, waved his hands disapprovingly and said, It's just a small thing, but it's just...

At this moment, a series of earth-shattering slaps sounded.

The dozens of big men who pounced on Lu Qian flew up one by one, howling like ghosts and wolves, spinning in the air even more miserably than the young man just now, vomiting blood, and landed heavily on the snow-covered street.

The Censor and the Wuhou who patrolled the streets were still seven or eight feet away from Lu Yi. Lu Yi raised his right sleeve and covered half of his face. He dwarfed his body and darted into the crowd like a greased catfish. In a matter of seconds, he disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

By the time the Xunfang Yushi led his people to the scene, Lu Qian had long disappeared. There were only a dozen big men and a 'sufferer' on the ground, wailing and vomiting blood. By the light of the lanterns, dozens of big teeth could be vaguely seen on the street. The glare outside.

Bai Qiong was sluggish.

The middle-aged man is dull.

After a long while, the middle-aged man murmured: Brother Nian didn't seem to say that this kid has such skills?

Bai Qiong was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and sneered: I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple. Next, Brother Lao Nian, please worry a lot.

Bai Qiong bowed his hand to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then slowly said: If you take someone on the street, the witness and physical evidence are conclusive, and the subsequent conviction process is simple. Once the conviction is confirmed, the case file and official documents are finalized, it will be a solid case. Who knows? I can’t find anything wrong. But I couldn’t capture the person on the spot. If I had to go to the Tianenhou Mansion to capture the person... Brother Nian’s price would have to be increased!”

Bai Qiong's face became wrinkled, he rubbed his hands and began to bargain with the middle-aged man.

Time passed little by little, and the door of the private room where the two of them were sitting was suddenly knocked.

A delicate, crisp voice came from outside the door.

Two gentlemen, let's pair up and play tricks, okay?