Duan Nuxia who has the throne [Comprehensive martial arts]

The weather is fine, there are many shops in the city of Bianjing, the flow of people is like weaving, and the red plums are blooming.

When going there, the guards of King Shen's Mansion were with him, so he was not allowed to be casual. When leaving, Duan Yu refused the escort of the Palace, and rode with Hua Manlou on horseback, enjoying the scenery of Bianjing at will.

On the way, when an official car came slowly, Duan Yu didn't want to cause trouble, so he hid in the street.

When they passed by, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side, almost startled the horse, but it seemed that he didn't pay attention at all, rushed to the official's horse and horse, and shouted for grievances.

Duan Yu hurriedly stopped to watch with the passers-by around him.

The one rushing forward was a thin young man with skinny bones and ragged clothes. He threw himself directly in front of the horse, showing the courage to see death as home, but he opened his mouth to write a series of articles about "Pian Si Pian Liu" and "Zhe Ye". The passers-by were bewildered and at a loss.

At any rate, Duan Yu went to school seriously. After listening to it for a while, he understood that this young man had an ancient seal from the Han Dynasty in his home, and was favored by a certain adult in the court. , framed him on the charge of theft, in order to avenge his father, he had to escape the arrest of the government, but became a fugitive again, now he can only put all his eggs in one basket and ask the master in the car to make the decision for him.

Hua Manlou frowned sympathetically and sighed.

Although the car was stopped, the ministers in the car did not intend to push over the young man, but the door was closed, and when the scholar shouted, there was no movement in the car, only the groom driving the car, after the scholar finished speaking, Reluctantly and politely said, we adults, don't care about this, if you want to seek justice, please go to the Yamen of the prefect of Bianjing.

"My lord, are you really unwilling to save the villain's life?" The scholar wailed on the ground, his voice was like weeping blood, and his breath was dying. Unfortunately, most of the onlookers around him didn't understand it, and many of them had already left while he was reading the article.

Naturally, there are also those who are clever to please, and secretly go to inform the patrol in the city, wanting to help the minister in the car to solve the trouble.

The guards wearing armor and holding halberds appeared quickly. Seeing the soldiers approaching, the scholar suddenly showed a desperate expression, and slammed his head into the column of the restaurant next to him. At the moment when his head was about to bleed, a strong man grabbed his shoulder.

With one hand, the strong man lifted him up as easily as if he was catching a chicken, and said loudly, "Young master, why are you here?"

The woman in green dress and ebony hairpin came out of the shop with a jug of wine in her hand.

She looked around at the onlookers, huddled together, and smiled warmly, "I'm really sorry, my friend has always been drunk, likes to talk nonsense, and accidentally alarmed everyone."

what?The onlookers saw that there was nothing to watch, and the guards drove them away in twos and threes.

Only Duan Yu and Hua Manlou were dressed like ordinary people, especially Duan Yu, with a crown on his head and heavy patterns on his clothes, he was not an ordinary person who could be provoked.

The patrol captain looked suspiciously at the woman, then at the scholar, "Really?"

He has never seen the previous story, but only listened to the recitation, and the person who recounted it didn't read much. He only saw someone making trouble and blocking the minister's frame, and wanted to sell it well, so he didn't talk about the key issues.

The scholar was caught in the hands of the strong man, and his whining voice was shaken to pieces, as if he was drunk.

The woman smiled more gently, "Exactly, this person's surname is Li, and he is a younger brother of the lower clan. He just came to Bianjing, and he doesn't know the etiquette." She handed a purse to the captain of the guard with natural and smooth movements, and then turned to look at Ting The frame on the road, "Please forgive me for disturbing this lord."

The captain of the guard squeezed the purse with his hand, and he felt the sense of proportion, and felt that what the woman said was serious, so he couldn't help being moved, but worried that the adults in the car would blame him, "My lord, what do you think?"

He often stays in the capital, and he has extraordinary eyesight and knowledge, knowing that only officials and favored officials can bestow such a frame.

No one in the car made a sound.

"Forget it," the captain of the guard rolled his eyes, thinking he understood what the lord meant, and said hesitantly, "It's really abominable for this thief to offend the lord, brothers, take him and his accomplices together—"

"That's it."

The two words Hanqinqin shattered like thin ice when it hit the ground, chilling the heart.

It fell into Li Xun Huan's ears, but a huge wave was set off, and she immediately stiffened like a rock, without any heat, and became a wooden ball.

The eyes can no longer see, the ears can no longer hear, and the tongue can no longer move.

"Your Excellency, you mean forget it?" The captain of the guard glanced at the car door, wanting to see who is sitting in it, and whether he can get a few words from the other party.

"There is nothing wrong here," the person in the frame said slowly, "Everyone, please go."

No matter how unwilling the captain of the guard was, he could only take people away.

The door of the sandalwood incense cart was gently pushed open, and a man, supported by an attendant, calmly descended from the shaft.

The man is not young anymore, but his aura makes it hard to notice his age.

Wearing a gauze crown and wearing purple clothes, she is pale and clear, like the snow on the branches of cold plums, the more cold she looks.

"I never thought that you are still alive."

"...Yes," Li Xun Huan said after a long moment, with a dazed expression, "I never thought of that either."

"You're still back."

"...I really shouldn't have come back." At this moment, her face turned pale, even paler than snow, as if she was already a dead person.

Lin Shiyin looked at the man caught by the strong man, "Let him down."

As soon as Tie Chuanjia let go, the man fell to the ground, like a ball of mud, unable to even stand up, and only muttered to ask the adults to decide.

"You go." Lin Shiyin looked indifferent.

"My lord...Please avenge me, my lord." The man wept softly.

Lin Shiyin stopped talking and turned around to pedal.

"Cousin—" Li Xun Huan couldn't help calling out.

Lin Shiyin gave her a cold look, forcing her to change her words, "...Master Lin, this person—is he allowed to stay here?"

Lin Shiyin cast a fixed glance at Li Xunhuan, twitched the corners of her lips indifferently, turned around, and looked down at the people on the ground, "Whoever sent you here, please go back, just this time, and next time... .Although I don't know how to hold a knife, a pen knife can kill people."

The man stopped crying immediately.

Hua Manlou sighed silently again.

The flagon in Li Xun Huan's hand was suddenly crushed by her, blood was caught in his hand.

It's not that she didn't see that there was something wrong with this person, but seeing Lin Shiyin leaving indifferently, she couldn't help but want to keep him.

"You..." She didn't seem to notice the injury on her hand, and said dejectedly, "How have you been all these years?"

"It's okay." The thin lips parted slightly, Lin Shiyin's eyes moved slightly, and she nodded slightly.

"Then...how is Sister Long?" Li Xun Huan was at a loss for words.

Lin Shiyin sneered, "You can ask her."

Hua Manlou stretched out his hand to hold Duan Yu's horse.

Duan Yu understood what he meant, Huamanlou had not left before, naturally not because she wanted to read gossip like her, but felt that the person who called for injustice was strange. thing.

Duan Yu hesitated for a moment, and left with him. She took Li Xun Huan's letter but never arrived in Bianjing. It seems that the letter can be returned to her.

"I only found out recently that you have never been married..." Behind them, Li Xun Huan whispered to Lin Shiyin.

"Do you think," Lin Shiyin's cold eyebrows revealed a hint of sarcasm, "it's for you?"

Li Xun Huan shut up.

"Master Lin," Tie Chuanjia couldn't help but said, "My lady has always been thinking about you."

"So," Lin Shiyin turned around, "so what."

The carriage slowly moved away, Li Xun Huan watched the track fade away, and after a long time, he turned back to the hotel and said loudly, "Serve the wine, serve the good wine."

what does she wantWhat else does she want?

Get drunk.

...

"God." Duan Yu let out a long breath when the two of them were out of sight. The atmosphere just now made people unable to hold their breath, "Just now, I was almost suffocated."

So, why didn't she leave just now?

Hua Manlou shook his head helplessly, "Do you still want to go shopping?"

"...Why don't we just go shopping again?" Duan Yu hesitated, "In a day or two, my mother will probably let me go to the palace to meet the Emperor of Song Dynasty, and then maybe I will be busy with socializing and have no time to play. gone."

"Okay." Hua Manlou didn't know about these court affairs, so he asked a few more questions seriously.

Duan Yu naturally knew everything about him, and he could talk endlessly, besides, maybe Hua Manlou would accompany her to the palace for a banquet in the future, it would be good to know more, they chatted all the way until they were stopped by someone.

The person blocking the way was very respectful and gentle, and only said that his young master wanted to invite the two of you to have a drink together. At the same time, Fang Yingkan appeared on the second floor of the opposite restaurant.

The private room on the second floor of the restaurant is decorated in an ancient style, and the four big men guarding the gate outside are all martial arts masters.

Fang Yingkan smiled, "It's a great fate to meet you two in the capital unexpectedly."

"You didn't know we would go to Beijing?" Duan Yu stood by the table and snorted coldly, "Are you pretending to be stupid?"

She didn't have time to look for him, but Fang Yingkan dared to appear in front of her.

"It seems that Fang offended Mrs. Duan somewhere before." Fang Yingkan really pretended to be stupid to the end, and picked up the wine with both hands, "I'm here to make an apology to you."

"...All right." Fang Yingkan was the Marquis of the Song Dynasty after all, and even Duan Yu would have to retreat when he encountered such a shameless person who was thicker than a city wall.

"Meeting each other is worse than meeting by chance," Fang Yingkan said with a smile, "Since Mrs. Duan is here, I will treat you to a good show."

Duan Yu raised his eyebrows.

Fang Yingkan walked to the south window and raised the bamboo curtain that had been hanging down earlier.

Duan Yu looked out, the passers-by, the storytellers, the girls and daughters-in-law who went shopping, the sugar sellers, the small vendors selling groceries, and the beggars on the roadside all disappeared without knowing when.

There was no one on the street, and the sky, which was originally clear, was so dark that it looked like it was about to rain.

The south window is facing another building across the street. There is only one young man in the building, playing the piano with his back to them.

"Is this what you let me see?" How is it like voyeurism?

"No," Fang Ying said, "please wait a moment."

The sky was getting darker, and the sky was torn apart by snow-colored lightning. Duan Yu saw a prison cart pushed by two people in the distance, and when he got closer, he could clearly see the people on the prison cart.

An old man with curly beard and disheveled hair and dull eyes.

The system beeped, Duan Yu clicked on it, and was stunned.

What does the "" in the state of bursting all the data mean?

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