Dressed as Tang Bohu

Lin Zhuo crawled down the official road, and soon disappeared into the bushes on one side.Tang Ziwei didn't delay, he picked up the whip and waved his hand. The horse suffered from pain, and with a long neigh, it started to gallop gradually.

A cloud of dust rose from the yellow ground, and with the wind, it all rushed to the faces of Fu Xin's men who were chasing behind.

Smiling, Tang Ziwei tightly grasped Fu Xin's wrist holding the short knife, pulled out the blade with the other hand, threw it out of the car, and said, "Why does Editor Fu always carry these dangerous things on him? It’s not good if you accidentally hurt someone.”

Fu Xin moved in from the car booth, looked up at Tang Ziwei, his eyes sparkled, "You're still here."

"Because there are some things that I'm really curious about, so even though I know it's risky, I want to come and chat with you." Tang Ziwei said nice words, but he lifted Fu Xin in his hand and dragged him like a cargo. Throw it in the car.

Fu Xin let out a muffled snort, the pain from hitting his waist against the couch hadn't passed yet, and his chest sank again.

Tang Ziwei bowed his waist slightly and stepped on his chest. Fu Xin lowered his head slightly, and his chin could reach Tang Ziwei's toes.

The slight pain and shortness of breath made Fu Xin slightly excited. His fingers trembled slightly, but he still looked up at Tang Ziwei, and asked in a calm tone, "Tang Jieyuan, what does this mean?"

"Don't you like it?" Tang Ziwei chuckled, leaned down to get closer, his eyes were like torches, as if he could see through everything in front of him.

Fu Xin stopped breathing.

Seen through by him, Tang Ziwei did this on purpose.This recognition made Fu Xin's blood start to surge restlessly, nervous, flustered, and even a little joyful.

Fu Xin has already forgotten the surrounding environment, and all his perception is concentrated on the person in front of him.The foot of Tang Ziwei on his chest seems to be carrying a fiery temperature, stepping down slowly and firmly, pressing on the chest cavity and trachea, dominating his entire body bit by bit...

Tang Ziwei raised his eyebrows, stopped his movements, and asked, "Which party is behind the fraud case that wants to deal with Cheng Minzheng?"

"...Wang Gao." Fu Xin's frozen eyes moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Wang Gao has served as the censor for 30 years. Although he has resigned now, one-third of the six departments are his students. Or he has been favored by him. Cheng Minzheng has old grievances with him, and at the same time, he and the Yang family hit it off and set up this situation together in order to eradicate dissidents."

"Eliminate dissidents... What does he want to do?"

"Wang Po's resignation is the result of internal struggles in the imperial court. He is just over half a century old, so he is not reconciled." Fu Xin's brows and eyes widened and then gathered, with a little bit of sleepiness in the corners of his eyes, and said: "Although the current emperor is a wise king , but the fact that the dragon's body is sick is well known to the officials in the court. The only prince is still young. Wang Hao got the news that his majesty's body would not last five years. His actions must be to return to the palace in the future The court has made plans."

"I see." Tang Ziwei nodded, and said to Fu Xin, "The last question, is it your own decision to ask me to meet, or is it Wang Hao's instruction?"

Fu Xin was a little confused, but he still tried his best to raise his face, and said with a big smile at Tang Ziwei: "It's my decision."

"Really, thank you for your information." Just as Tang Ziwei finished speaking, the horse in front suddenly braked suddenly!

The two round wheels of the carriage vibrated unsteadily like a sieve, and rushed out obliquely from the official road with flying loess, rubbing the haystacks beside it, and blowing away a piece of withered yellow grass stalks.

After being startled, Tang Ziwei immediately calmed down, changed his right foot into a kick, and kicked Fu Xin from the couch to the ground!And he himself jumped out from the front of the carriage quickly, and the cloth curtain behind him rolled into a whirlwind.

"Xu Jing." Tang Ziwei fell steadily to the ground, his long sleeves brushed in front of him, and a murderous dagger appeared in his hand.

Xu Jing came out from behind the haystack, surrounded by more than a dozen people in different costumes holding machetes, among them were grown men, and some looked very young.

These people looked towards this side one by one following the appearance of Xu Jing, and in the middle of them were the seven or eight subordinates who were panting and chasing after them.

Tang Ziwei glanced around, fixed his eyes on Fu Xin who climbed out of the carriage, and ordered:

"Not a single one!"

Fu Xin's body trembled, and then he yelled in unison: "Yes!" More than a dozen local thugs rushed towards Fu Xin's subordinates, and quickly fought into a group.

There were two people who were far away, so they simply turned around and walked towards Fu Xin.

"This scholar is their leader, right? Let's kill him. It can't be said that the credit is greater than those little ones!" One of them laughed, looking at Fu Xin's small body as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Think of it as an afterthought.

The other person echoed a few words, and the two of them rushed behind Fu Xin together, raised the machete in their hands violently, the thick blade pierced the air, and slashed down hard with the whistling sound of the wind!

Fu Xin started to move suddenly, he rolled on the spot facing the direction the man came, and landed right under his feet.The man only felt his wrist sink down, and he lowered his eyes and bumped into Fu Xin's distorted and malicious sight.

"It's just some bastards, worthy of killing me?" Fu Xin's eyes were red with anger, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled away twice uncontrollably. He had a handsome appearance, but he gave off a strong sense of discomfort. .

"Ah!!" The blade slanted to cut a bloody hole, and the man's scream woke up another person.The latter glanced at Fu Xin, shouted loudly, and chopped it down with a knife!

Fu Xin couldn't avoid it, and he didn't intend to.

He rushed towards Tang Ziwei, anger, pain, excitement and numbness that spread all over his body in an instant.From the moment he heard the order "not one to stay", he knew that only one of him and Tang Ziwei could survive today.

What's worse, he actually had an inexplicable expectation for this.