Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
In the past three days, although Li Chengfeng returned home, no one who was close to the Li family came to greet him. Even neighbors would stay away like the plague when they saw someone from the Li family traveling. Far.
Everyone saw clearly what this disaster was about.
Although the young master of the Li family is not dead, when he came back, he killed Cheng'an Yiba Yousan with thunderous means, and punished other gangsters who tried to take advantage of troubled waters, but this does not mean that this crisis has completely passed!
Behind this turmoil there must be Young Master Zhan, and even Prefect Zhang Junheng. Everyone was quietly waiting for what the prefect Zhang Junheng and the Northwest Zhan family would do to the Li family.
No one is optimistic that the Li family can survive such a joint effort, and no one dares to get close to them.
Early in the morning, the straight road from Cheng'an City to the north of the city was crowded with people. They crowded both sides of the road, and they were all full of enthusiasm, at least on the surface.
Because once there is no smile or joy on their faces, a gangster will immediately come up and kick them viciously: "Damn it, someone died in your family? Who are you showing your face to! Don't show off like this again." Stinky face, I will really kill people in your family!"
The gangsters wore ordinary people's clothes and walked quietly among the crowd, maintaining a warm and festive atmosphere on the surface.
A large group of these people held a pile of Wanmin umbrellas, which were decorated with many small notes with various words of praise and virtue written on them.
"Ayawn!" Brother Bo, who had been swimming in the ice and snow in the city's river before, sneezed. He wiped out the snot from his nose, stood up and took a look at the crowd, and suddenly said, "Hey, it's coming, get ready! "
Everyone turned to look, only to see a luxurious four-wheel carriage coming slowly from the end of the road. Next to the carriage was a large sedan with a tin roof and four people carrying it.
Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this was the Zhan family's young master and Zhang Junheng, the prefect of Cheng'an City.
"Hurry up!" Brother Bo quickly glared at his subordinates, who all ordered, and the crowds on the left and right immediately burst into warm cheers. An old man was welcomed to the head, and he stepped forward tremblingly. He slowly knelt down and said loudly: "Master Qingtian!"
The soldier who opened the way in front held the handle of the knife and shouted angrily: "What are you doing! Are you looking for death!"
Zhang Junheng stopped the sedan chair, stepped down, and yelled at the soldiers: "Get back!" Then he stepped forward with a kind face and looked around suspiciously: "Old man, what are you doing?"
The old man looked excited and said: "Sir, regardless of safety, he personally led the army to kill the monsters and protect the lives of all the people in Cheng'an City. I represent the hundreds of thousands of people in Cheng'an City. Thank you, sir!"
As he spoke, he struggled to kowtow.
Zhang Junheng's face glowed red, and he quickly helped the old man stand up. He said in a high-pitched voice: "I am not talented, I have no virtue, and I am incompetent. I am ashamed to be the governor of Cheng'an City, and I am ashamed to be the parent of hundreds of thousands of Cheng'an people. If I meet If I can't stand up to the attack by monsters, wouldn't it be a shame for my great kindness to the Holy One and a shame for the common people! Old man, please get up quickly, I really can't bear the responsibility of you!"
Brother Bo suddenly shouted loudly in the crowd: "Your Excellency, you deserve to protect your family and country!"
The other gangsters immediately said: "Yes, I deserve it!"
The people in the jam all echoed: "You deserve it!" After saying that, they knelt down one after another.
Having said that, Brother Bo waved his hand in a concealed manner, and people holding Wanmin Umbrellas swarmed up and surrounded the prefect. Zhan Qisheng was leaning against the carriage. He lifted the curtain and looked at everything with a sneer on his lips. He whispered: "I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people."
His servant Li Bo smiled and said: "Zhang Junheng was also a disciple of the emperor at that time. He was a top-ranked prostitute. He was conceited and learned. How could he be willing to be a prefect in this remote Cheng'an city for the rest of his life?"
Zhan Qisheng sneered: "Does he think he can go back after doing this, asking for credit and fame, and making some noise?"
Li Bo smiled and said: "Cats have their own ways, rats have their own ways. Everyone has his own way."
Zhang Junheng raised his hands to everyone, pressed his hands down, and said loudly: "Everyone, please get up, please get up quickly!"
A group of old squires gathered around Zhang Junheng and sang his praises. For a while, there was a flood of flattery and flattery on the street.
Li Chengfeng, who was hiding in the street and planning to travel in a low-key manner, was a little overwhelmed when he saw it: "This old guy really knows how to do things!"
Su Yuehan led two horses, each carrying two large burdens on their backs. She whispered: "Master, let's take a detour?"
Li Chengfeng bid farewell to his mother and the servants who were reluctant to leave. Especially Lu Zhu, whose face was covered in tears and she threw herself into Li Chengfeng's arms for a long time and refused to come out. Su Yuehan lowered her eyebrows and looked at Lu Zhu and The other servants followed Li Chengfeng on the journey with envious eyes.
When the two of them walked to the market entrance, they saw this scene that was almost disgusting.
Li Chengfeng looked at Zhang Junheng and Zhan Qisheng's carriage not far away from the field. He thought of the several servants of the Li family who had died before, and his father who was still in bed. He became angry in his heart and grew evil in his heart. He sneered and said, "Humph, you might as well take a look again! Such a shameless situation is not easy to see."
While they were talking, a green-skinned gangster behind the street used the power of the wind to fly kites one after another. There were various words of praise written on them, and there was even a portrait of Zhang Junheng.
Brother Bo immediately shouted loudly: "The prefect has been promoted!"
A leading squire immediately followed suit and said, "Sir, this is the high expectation of the people!"
The people around him all responded in unison. Li Chengfeng took a breath of air as he looked at it: "Sure enough, there is a mountain as high as a mountain. How can you do such a shameless method? Humph!"
When Li Chengfeng was talking, he took advantage of the opportunity of hiding in the crowd and took out a hidden weapon blade as wide as a thumb and as small as a willow leaf. When the people around him were not paying attention, he flicked his wrist and the blade flashed out. Passing by, the kite with the portrait of Zhang Junheng passed by in an instant.
No one noticed it for a while, until someone pointed at the kite and shouted loudly: "Oh, the string is broken!"
Brother Bo was stunned and turned to glare angrily at the gangster holding the kite string. The gangster looked confused and his buttocks were trembling. Everyone was at a loss to react and didn't know what to say to smooth over the situation.
The originally noisy and lively market entrance suddenly became deserted, and the scene was extremely embarrassing. Only the prefect Zhang looked up and watched "himself" flying higher and higher, with twitching in the corners of his eyes.
Brother Bo was clever. He slapped his thigh and said loudly: "Oh, the prefect is getting promoted day by day!"
Everyone seemed to be waking up from a dream, and then they came back to their senses and responded: "Yes, they are shouting loudly, this is a good sign!"
Zhang Junheng's face looked much better now, but just when everyone was flattering and flattering, a clear and loud voice came from the crowd. This voice could not be covered up by the crowd's noisy flattery, because he Penetrate people's hearts and hit the nail on the head!
"Mom, look, the prefect has ascended to heaven!" A milky voice was like thunder and lightning, hitting everyone's heart hard.
The market entrance suddenly became quiet again. Everyone looked strange. They exchanged glances quietly. Some raised their heads to look at the "prefect" who ascended to heaven, and some quietly looked at Zhang Junheng's face as black as the bottom of a pot. , but more people looked sideways. They saw the wife of the Xiong family in Huadengkou, holding her five-year-old child, standing shivering in the crowd that had given way to a large open space!