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"Cui Shu!"

Gan Biao led his own dead men, and without waiting for his subordinates to tell them, they broke into Cui's house, causing a commotion. On the contrary, the instigator drank tea calmly in the front hall. Seeing Gan Biao coming, he did not show any humility.

"It turns out to be Mr. Gan, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs." Cui Shu held up the teacup, smiled coldly, and sneered, "My lord came to the humble house, it really is full of splendor. Come, let's serve tea!"

"What do you mean?" Gan Biao's eyes were fascinated, and under the dim setting sun, he looked even more sinister and vicious, "The verdict that Fan Yan is the murderer, isn't this to blame Gu Xiaowu?!"

"That's exactly what I mean," Cui Shu answered calmly, and said with a cold snort, "Otherwise, why would I send you so much gold, silver and jewels?"

"you……"

"Get away from the truth and set up your own family. Don't you know that you are so stupid? Do you really think that people's hearts are like gold and silver, and you can recognize them in two or three times? Your confidant back then can also be the confidant of the truth." Behind the screen, a person appeared. , with snow-white eyebrows and hair, old-fashioned, but with a kind of pride that looks down on the world.

"I have met the Prime Minister." Cui Shu stood up, saluted respectfully, and asked Gan Yi to sit at the main seat.

"Gan Yi?" Gan Biao looked back and forth between the two, his eyes widened in disbelief, trembling with anger, he couldn't say a word.

"Of course it's the truth. Don't you like to play the trick of framing people and killing people with a knife? Brother Zuo will tell you today how to make this trick work." Gan Yi smiled contemptuously: "You are still so short-sighted, this kind of When you are in crisis, you still think about gold, silver and jewelry. Whoever gives you money, you will let him be the minister of Dali Temple. In this way, if your people go to arrest Gu Xiaowu, you will also frame Gu Xiaowu. Truth can't wait to see Gu Xiaowu cut you into pieces."

"Gan Biao's person, how dare to arrest this official's person, he is killing himself!"

"My lord, don't be in a hurry," Yijing hurriedly persuaded, "We don't know about this matter yet, maybe it was a conspiracy starting from Tang Lian's death, and the top priority lies with Fan Yan."

"Dali Temple pointed out that Fan Yan killed people, unless the real culprit can be caught, no matter what Fan Yan does, my lord will not be able to avoid this basin of dirty water." Chang Ming said anxiously.

"My lord!" This time it was Pei Dao who broke in, Gu Xiaowu couldn't imagine what else could happen, but the news that Pei Dao brought was indeed: "Fan Yan injured the jailer of Dali Temple and escaped! "

"Fan Yan has been highly valued by Gu Xiaowu ever since she was the number one scholar in high school. Since entering the dynasty, she has been on the rise. Now that this kind of thing happened, the saint would naturally not be kind to Gu Xiaowu. Besides, if he knew the crime and ran away, the crime would be aggravated."

"Run away if you say so?" Gan Biao gritted his teeth.

Gan Yi calmly said: "The jailer who arrested him would say that he has been convicted and must die. Dali Temple has already made a decision. As long as he is a human being, he will be afraid of death, not to mention that he has never experienced these things at all. Don't use He is bound with iron chains, as long as the rope is looser and the number of guards is less, he will naturally be tempted."

"At this time, Wang Cheng has already released the key, and he is doomed to escape. You can arrange multiple people to search and arrest, and rush to Gu Xiaowu's house like chasing mice, so that Gu Xiaowu will be even more confused." Gan Biao didn't move. Said sternly: "But Gu Xiaowu is no more than the light of rotten grass compared to this official. In order to get rid of such a small person, he wasted such a mind, but he never thought that he could drive Fan Yan to my house. It's really ridiculous."

"This way of provoking generals, the truth is more experienced than you." Gan Yi lazily raised her eyes, "Going to your house, doesn't Gu Xiaowu know that I am behind the scenes?"

"Then we should catch Fan Yan before Dali Temple?" Chang Ming asked.

"The most important thing is who catches Fan Yan. Even if he comes to the door, I will have a way to catch him. Compared with this matter, what is more important is what he will confess when Dali Temple opens."

Yijing understood clearly, and then asked: "Does Fan Yan have any relatives in Wangcheng?"

"Yes, in Samurai Alley, where his family lives."

Chang Ming suddenly felt terrified, and hurriedly said: "Then let's take the first step and take his family away."

Yijing nodded resolutely, and the two of them took up their weapons and rushed out the door before saying goodbye.

"Be careful!" Gu Xiaowu chased out the door and shouted.

"My lord, don't worry!" The two had already rushed a hundred feet away.

It's already reached such a critical moment, Chang Ming doesn't care about much at all, even if his army commander is behind, he doesn't care, he kicks the door open without etiquette, and sees that everyone in the room is shocked, and there is no one else. Only the candlelight was dark and dark, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am the commander of the Seventh Battalion of the Ningwu Army. Call all Fan Yan's family members and come with us. This place is too dangerous." Chang Ming took out the official seal from his arms and shouted in a hurry. Fan Yan's family members Still in a state of confusion, Chang Ming immediately drew his knife out of its sheath, and placed it across the neck of the person in front of him, "If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

Several people screamed at the same time, begging for mercy repeatedly, saying that the whole family is here, please Chang Ming not to kill them.

"Changming!" Yijing from behind had already chased after him, "I locked the door, but someone has already arrived."

As if in response to He Yijing's words, there was an earth-shattering noise outside the door. It is not difficult to imagine that it was a group of people who were attacking the gate of the Fan family. Swinging eastward and westward, Chang Ming turned around and could only see the commander's cloudy and uncertain expression, like a ghost on his upper body.

He handed over all his official seals to Yijing, and then pushed Yijing and the others back to the back hall.

"They just arrived, and they won't be able to surround this place so soon. It's already night, and the commander led them to escape through the back door. I won't let them catch up with you!"

"But..." Yijing hesitated for a moment, feeling inexplicably sad.

"Take them with you, you need time!"

Yijing tightly held the official seal in his hand, without any further hesitation, he turned around and urged the Fan family to leave quickly with him, Changming watched them leave with both relief and sorrow in his heart.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the north wind is howling. Chang Ming holds the frost flying in the sky, picks up the lid of the teacup on one side, and arranges it in an orderly manner.

"Compared with whose hands Fan Yan falls into, what he will confess is the most important thing, right?" Gan Yi smiled kindly at her biological brother, without any malice.

"So you will condemn another dead man to arrest his family." Gan Biao clasped the corner of the table tightly with his palms, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

"This is just one of them," Gan Yi said with a contemptuous smile, "Gu Xiaowu is not a fool. She was afraid that Tang Lian would die, so she wrote to Yijing and came to Wangcheng. They knew the truth and would not let Fan Yan's family go. If Yijing condemns people to take action, then Ning Wu is interfering with the Dali Temple's work, making enemies of the imperial court, and settling old and new grievances together. If he doesn't send people, then even if Fan Yan wants to live, he wants the whole family to live."

"So what? If Yijing makes a move, you can only prove that you are from Ningwu if you get the official seal. What if he discards the official seal?"

"As long as there is still a face, the truth can be identified by people in Ningwu." Gan Yi smiled triumphantly.

There were only a dozen people who came, and it was impossible to close the Fan family's mansion, but the speed of breaking through the front door was much faster than Chang Ming expected.

This year the snow fell quite a few days earlier than in previous years, and now the sky is already dark and there is no bright moon. The excessive quietness of the Fan family mansion makes the visitors trembling in the ice and snow.

It seemed to be deserted long ago—except for a locked but brightly lit vestibule, which, in the dark and cold, was as bright as the sun, attracting moths to the flames.

The visitors wore the clothes of the jailers of Dali Temple, but they were armed with a variety of weapons. After looking around, they pushed open the door of the front hall and entered one after another.

Outside, I just felt that the lights were brightly lit, but when I got inside the house, I realized that there were two rows of candles on the left and right sides, which lit up a small front hall like daylight.

"What about people?"

"Ah! Up there!"

A group of "jailors" turned pale with fright. Looking up, a handsome young man squatted halfway on the beam of the house, opened and closed his eyes, and before they could make a sound, the young man threw out two round objects with both hands, Everyone was skilled in martial arts, and they knew at a glance that Yuanpan was not coming towards them, so they let the little Yuanpan fly by without dodging or dodging.

"call out--"

"Boom!"

"Bah————"

Like a strong wind blowing across the wilderness, taking away the bright moon and the bright sun, the sky and the earth are dark, and the dark wind howls. Finally, the jailer standing under the hall screams loudly. It's like a ghost descending, and the underworld is approaching. A simple arrangement has become a thousand things Ghosts walking in the night, the coldness blowing in the darkness, I don't know if it is the young man's blade or the Asura ghost claws, it seems that the corpses will be scattered all over the field in the next moment, and there is no escape.

Chang Ming swept the candles on both sides with the lid of the teacup, and finally hit the hall door to close it. With the crisp sound of ceramics falling to the ground, he opened the other closed eye, and drew out the flying frost from the sky to divide it into two. Liang Shang jumped down, relying on his eyesight which had adapted to the darkness, immediately kicked over the person in the front row, with such great strength, he overwhelmed several people behind him but couldn't struggle.

"He's coming, everyone be careful!" Someone among the jailers shouted.

It takes a certain amount of time for people's eyes to adapt from bright to dark, so Chang Ming just closed one eye just to maintain his eyesight in the dark. The other party gave a warning, and then slashed wantonly with Tianxia Feishuang.

The wailing voices of the prison guards came out one after another. In the darkness, no one knew who had hurt whom, and who he had killed.

"Go and light the candles!"

Hearing these words, Chang Ming was startled. After moving his footwork, he reached the candlestick on the side, and hacked the candlestick to pieces.

Someone staggered towards him, and another person bumped into his back behind him. Chang Ming didn't turn his head, and moved his hands together. He raised the long horizontal knife with his right hand, and slashed at the back of his neck around his shoulders, cutting the throat of the person behind him. , with a short horizontal knife in his left hand, he slashed across the enemy's chest. The hot blood burned his hands and face, but he couldn't even blink.

Just as he swung the two people away, he was stabbed in the waist. In the darkness, no one knew who he had hurt, but if he didn't do anything, he would definitely die.

Chang Ming felt that his eyes were dark and his breathing was hard to bear. He still gritted his teeth without making a sound, and when he turned around, he could see the silhouettes of people. With his toes on the ground, he kicked the man in the chest, causing him to fly backwards. He picked up the table and chairs and made countless movements. Quickly move away from the fratricidal crowd.

"Candle!"

This cry contained the meaning of surprise. When Chang Ming saw the bright light again, his eyes were suddenly white, his heart beat like a thundering drum, and his breathing was like dying.

With the light, he will have nowhere to hide.

Perhaps no one would have thought that a small front hall could actually stage a scene of corpses strewn across the field. Looking up, no matter whether the living or the dead, they could not escape the sticky blood stains all over their bodies. Perhaps it is because of the lamp that is like a bean, the blood-stained front hall is like a pool of black water, unfathomably deep, extremely vicious, and like the bloody mouth of a bloodthirsty giant beast, which will soon A thousand people are devoured.

"Where is he!"

Chang Ming calmed down and looked, there were still three people on the other side who could barely stand, but he was not at the end of his strength?His waist and abdomen were injured, and he lost a lot of blood. Jiang Yuan, who had a high body temperature, was shivering now.

The two sides confronted each other like this, fearing that whoever would strike first would cause a fatal disaster, finally the jailer gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill him!"

Chang Ming's eyes were serious, and he resolutely raised his two knives to cut several cuts on his cheek.The three opponents had already rushed forward, one in the middle attacked his legs, the other two attacked his wings, and he took a step forward from the bloody water, swung his left hand, and threw the short horizontal knife at the left flank, that person panicked. Can only resist with the iron rod in his hand, Chang Ming rolled sideways, passed the man in the middle, and slashed back with the long horizontal knife with his right hand, and the sound of flesh and blood was heard.

The iron rod in the hand of the person on the left circled a few times, and finally held Chang Ming's short horizontal knife, and immediately swung the stick forward, and the short horizontal knife flew towards Chang Ming with the sound of hunting wind.

With a flash of Chang Ming's figure, he drew a slanted front with the long horizontal knife. This seemingly ordinary and slow move was actually very clever and clumsy. He focused straight on the handle of the short horizontal knife, causing it to pierce through the Throat of the man on the right.

"Boom!"

As if the earth-shattering roar, Chang Ming couldn't prevent the iron rod from behind his head after all, and fell heavily into the pool of blood. He couldn't distinguish the sound coming from his head or the sound coming from the ground. His eyes were already blood red. People can be seen faintly.He threw out the long horizontal knife in his hand, knocked the candlestick towards the curtain on one side, and then started a raging fire.

The enemy obviously didn't expect him to do this, and he stood there watching the fire suddenly grow. At this moment, he was absent-minded, let Chang Ming put his palm on the ground and exert strength from his waist and abdomen, and kicked him in the waist, and the iron rod fell out of his hand. He stretched out his hand decisively to pinch Chang Ming's neck, but Chang Ming had already locked his throat with three fingers, and broke his neck casually, leaving only his eyes reflecting Chang Ming's cold and deep gaze.

Chang Ming finally fell to the ground with a bang, and he turned his head to see the flames not far away. His eyes were probably covered with blood, and he felt that the raging fire was as warm as the sun in winter. He felt colder and colder, and wanted to curl up for warmth. , already unconscious.

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Special note:

Don't say that the commander of the army is afraid of death. It's not a man or something, but the rule of war is that the soldiers charge and the commander sits in charge. Compared with the battalion commander, of course the commander is more important. There is no way to go to death and never return, his heart hurts more than anyone else.

The visitors wore the clothes of the prison guards of Dali Temple, but they had various weapons in their hands. After looking around, they pushed open the door of the front hall and entered one by one. Unite.

Chang Ming self-destroyed his appearance: Because if he didn't do this, Gan Yi would be able to straighten his back and deal with him, the commander of the army.