Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 134 You also deserve the surname Zhao?

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the city in a few steps.

When the people queuing up to receive the porridge and the officials who gave the porridge saw the visitor, the former turned a numb expression and turned a blind eye, while the latter frowned quietly.

"Who are you? If you want to get porridge, go in line!"

The gruel giver looked fierce, scooped up a ladle of white porridge that was as clear as running water, and put it into the broken bowl of the victims in front of him with a bang, then looked at Zhao Wujiang and asked fiercely.

"Didn't the relief food arrive? Why is this porridge so clear? How much millet is in it?" Zhao Wujiang had a cold face, the food and grass had been distributed for a few days, it shouldn't be so clear porridge!

The little gruel giver cast a sideways glance at Zhao Wujiang.

At this moment, Zhao Wujiang was not wearing his official uniform, but ordinary clothes, and he was on his way in the future, so he looked dusty.

"Are you here to find fault?" The little official suddenly raised his voice, threw the iron spoon into the porridge bowl, and glared.

His voice was so loud that all the small officials nearby surrounded him, looking fierce.

There was a simple leather tent behind the little congee official, and a man in brocade clothes walked out of the leather tent, with a knife on his waist, and looked at Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu coldly with his hands crossed over his chest.

Looking at the people with unfriendly expressions gradually surrounding them, Wen Yu said coldly:
"Blind your dog eyes! Don't even look at who my master is?"

The little officials who came up froze in their footsteps.

The man in brocade with the knife snorted coldly, and waved his hand to take down Zhao Wujiang and Wen Yu.

"My lord is Mr. Zhao Wujiang, who came to help the disaster. I don't think who would dare?" Wen Yu roared angrily.

The officials were all flustered. The victims in Tangchang City didn't know about Zhao Wujiang, but they had heard of him. A few days ago, he went to Hebei Province to provide disaster relief. He also brought the food and grass.

The man in brocade clothes narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "This person is so bold that he dared to pretend to be Mr. Zhao and kill me!"

More and more soldiers with swords surrounded them.

Wen Yu stepped back quietly, stood in front of Zhao Wujiang, looked around, and asked softly, "My lord?"

"Kill!" Zhao Wujiang said lightly, full of killing intent.

These people dare to act like this, there must be someone's instruction, Zhao Wujiang looked to the high place, there is the roof of the city lord's mansion, there are two people standing there at the moment, looking down with smiles.

Both he and Wen Yu stepped out in one step, their bodies intertwined, Zhao Wujiang rushed to the man in brocade clothes next to the leather tent, while Wen Yu turned his big hands like embracing the moon, and then the invisible energy in his hands circulated.

The man in brocade clothes was about to slash with his knife, but Zhao Wujiang came up to him in the blink of an eye and held down his hand that was drawing the knife.

He was shocked, how could he be so fast?
"I'll give you one more chance, who made you give porridge like this and act like this?" Zhao Wujiang roared angrily, using force in his hands.

The knuckles of the brocade-clothed man twisted and creaked when Zhao Wujiang held him down. The pain ran all over his body.

He roared with a ferocious face, "Don't you help me?"

As soon as the words were finished, another person flashed out of the leather tent, a brawny man in a short shirt.

The strong man came out of the mountain like a tiger, his muscles were knotted, and he roared and punched Zhao Wujiang in the face. He is a fifth-rank warrior.

Zhao Wujiang pinched his fist with his backhand and yanked it downwards. The strong man hit the ground with great effort, kicking up dust and sand.

"Folks, the righteous porridge is what we save for everyone by cutting down on food and clothing.

These two are here to destroy the porridge, take them down together, or we'll all starve to death! "The man in brocade yelled hurriedly, preparing to use the strength of the victims.

With a hand grasping the moon, Wen Yu repelled all the soldiers and horses surrounding him and flew up, then fell hard to the ground.

He saw that the man in brocade clothes shouted, and the victims who listened to him surrounded him one after another. He didn't know what to do, they were all victims.

"Master Zhao!"

Wen Yu looked at Zhao Wujiang and asked for his opinion.

Zhao Wujiang stepped on the fallen strong man, the strong man let out a muffled grunt and passed out.

With one palm, he took off the strength of the man's muscles and bones, then drew out his saber, and split open the leather tent.

The leather tent was split open, and inside was a small table, on which was an iron pot of coals, on which were warmed wine and stewed meat with fennel beans.

"This is what you said about shrinking clothes and dieting!" Zhao Wujiang put the knife on the throat of the man in brocade clothes.

The victims who gathered not far away saw the things in the leather tent and stopped in a daze.

Zhao Wujiang forcefully stabbed the long knife in his hand, and the point of the knife pierced into the throat of the man in brocade clothes, leaving deep red blood in an instant.

"Zhao Wujiang! If you dare to kill me, you won't be able to get out of Tangchang City!" the man in brocade yelled in horror, and he never gave in from the beginning to the end.

Since he was a child, he has got what he wants, and he will never give in to others.

"Lord Zhao, be merciful, be merciful!"

The sound came from far and near, and came quickly.

A man in an official uniform hurried over, Zhao Wujiang recognized from his figure that this was one of the two who had just stood on the top of the pavilion of the City Lord's Mansion.

"My officer, Zhao Yan, this is the dog Zhao Xingtang, Mr. Zhao, they are all from their own family, please be merciful."

Zhao Yan, the lord of Tangchang City, smiled obsequiously, but his eyes were indeed looking worriedly at Zhao Xingtang who was lying on the ground.

"Where's the food and grass?" Zhao Wujiang's voice was cold.

"In my official residence, no, I'm counting and preparing to distribute." Zhao Yan rubbed his hands and said, "It's my official's discipline and subordinates who are unfavorable, and should be punished, but Mr. Zhao, please see that the victims still need help. For sake, let the dog go first."

Zhao Wujiang pushed the tip of the knife deeper, and the blood on the throat of Zhao Xingtang, the man in brocade clothes, flowed more and more, gradually turning into a stream.

"Master Zhao!" Zhao Yan hurriedly shouted: "Why don't you go to the City Lord's Mansion and explain in detail, Master Zhao, I will definitely give you an explanation! I will satisfy you!"

Zhao Wujiang sneered: "Give me an explanation? Satisfy me? Hehe."

He slowly raised the long knife.

Just when the city lord Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Wujiang sneered and said:

"You have embezzled and embezzled relief food, causing many victims to starve to death!
What's the use of you telling me?I fucking want you to give them an answer! "

He slammed the long knife in his hand, and the long knife pierced the chest of Zhao Xingtang, the man in brocade clothes, under him with a puff.

Zhao Xingtang's body trembled and he couldn't help struggling. The severe pain made him hold the long knife with both hands and wanted to pull it out.

"Zhao Wujiang, my official, Zhao Yan, swear to the sky today, you won't be able to get out of Tangchang City!" City Lord Zhao Yan roared sadly, with tears in his eyes, he saw his beloved son stabbed in the chest by Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Xingtang, who was under Zhao Wujiang's substitute, pulled out his long knife, Zhao Xingtang's eyes were loose, and finally stared at the gray sky in a daze, without breath.

Zhao Wujiang held the saber in his backhand, wiped the blood on the saber with his sleeve robe, "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, King Zheng of Zhou Wu.

You also deserve the surname Zhao?Are you also worthy of being called my Zhao Wujiang's family? "

He stood with a knife in his hand, his killing intent piercing through the sky.

Not far away, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and five figures rushed over.

The two men were stout, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with high noses and deep eyes, and brown skin.

The three of them were wearing purple-blue robes and masks.

The pink color of the mask is Wu Wei Wu Sisan.

One of them is a martial guard, embroidered with gold patterns, a first-class martial guard, and a half-step master.

The five stood behind the city lord Zhao Yan.

"Zhao Wujiang, it's not just you today, I want all the disaster victims in the city to be buried with you!"

(End of this chapter)