The streets that were bustling with people not long ago became empty after a moment of panic.
On both sides of the street, killers kept pouring out and fell to the ground, and their blood merged into a stream, flowing slowly on both sides of the street.
Mr. Xu did not appear in the queue escorting Zuoqiu, but he was right behind, watching from a distance.
This is Datang!
This is the capital!
This is the emperor's feet!
Mr. Xu really wanted to ask, what happened to the Tang Dynasty and the capital
"Wu Chenghou!"
Just as Mr. Xu was thinking about this problem, someone appeared behind Mr. Xu.
The spear in Mr. Xu's hand suddenly pointed at the opponent.
"Wuchenghou, please don't misunderstand me. I'm the Junjunhou, Yan Mei!"
"Yan Jing is my younger brother!"
The person who came was none other than Yan Mei, the Marquis of Zhenjun.
Mr. Xu stared at the other party for a while, then slowly put down the spear in his hand.
Yan Mei and Yan Jing really have some imagination.
"What advice does Lord Zhenjun have?"
Mr. Xu did not let down his guard just because the other party was Yan Jing's brother.
It was Yan Jing who became his sworn sworn brother, and it was Yan Jing who gained his approval. As for Yan Mei, Mr. Xu is really unfamiliar with him.
Although he was once the ninth son of the Xu Mansion in the capital, that was when he was very young, and at that time, he did not have the opportunity to know many people.
"Wu Chenghou is going to watch his sworn brother die like this?"
Yan Mei's eyes fell on Mr. Xu's face and he spoke calmly.
"if not?"
Mr. Xu glanced sideways at Yan Mei.
Yan Mei sighed and said: "Yes, it is really difficult to persuade a person who wants to die to come back. No wonder you two are sworn sworn friends, you have such similar temperaments!"
"But what if I can save Zuoqiu's life?"
"Is it?"
Mr. Xu looked at Yan Mei and said, "Is there any way, Lord Zhenjun, to make the eldest princess subdue her?"
"Uh, no!"
Yan Mei was stunned for a moment.
Mr. Xu directly gave Yan Mei a roll of his eyes and said, "Since there is no other way, then you are talking nonsense!"
"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood and my words were a little harsh. Don't blame me, Lord Zhenjun!"
“…”
Yan Mei suddenly didn't want to speak.
He felt that he took the initiative to come here simply because he was full. However, when he thought of his stubborn brother who had specially asked him to help take care of his lower left colliculus before leaving home, he felt a headache.
What kind of evil is this!
"Wu Chenghou!"
"I am serious about saying that I have a way to save Zuoqiu's life!"
"Yeah?"
"Then Marquis Zhenjun might as well talk about it!"
If Zuoqiu could be kept alive, Mr. Xu would naturally remember Yan Mei's kindness. On the contrary, if Yan Mei was just entertaining him, he would not care about Yan Jing's face.
"What Zuoqiu seeks is righteousness!"
"What if the family members of the dead head catchers and fast catchers come?"
"Orphans and widowed mothers always need someone to take care of them!"
"The place of righteousness is to have no regrets even if you die."
"But many times, dying is easy, but living is too difficult!"
"What do Marquis Wu Cheng think?"
Yan Mei's words undoubtedly tempted Mr. Xu.
But if he came forward and attracted the family members of the dead policemen and police officers to block the way, he would certainly be able to force Zuoqiu to change his mind. But from now on, is the Zuoqiu still the Zuoqiu
Furthermore, he didn't know the true nature of those family members who were trying to catch the boss or the police. If he met those greedy and shameless people, his life as a football player would be ruined.
To do, or not to do
"I have already given you the method. As for whether to do this, Wu Chenghou will make his own decision."
"I bid farewell!"
After Yan Mei finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Originally, if Mr. Xu had not come to Beijing and something like this happened, Yan Mei would have had to personally handle it. But now, he can be a hands-off shopkeeper.
Whether Zuoqiu lives or dies, the decision lies entirely in Mr. Xu's thoughts.
Of course, Yan Mei also wanted to know how Mr. Xu would choose at this moment.
How to choose
This is really a problem!
Marquis Yanmei of the Zhenjun left, but his people were following him to pass the news to him at any time.
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However, what puzzled Yan Mei was that Mr. Xu followed Zuoqiu's team unhurriedly.
The assassination of Zuoqiu continued.
The killers came one after another, determined not to stop until Zuoqiu was killed.
The police escorting around Zuoqiu had already suffered casualties.
Some people fell down forever, and some people leaned on the street to catch their breath.
Mr. Xu was riding on his horse. Every time he saw a policeman who was still alive, he would ask the policemen following him to carry the person away and send him for treatment.
Mr. Xu had no choice in the way of suppressing Junhou.
In this world, there are always people who like to help you make various choices under the banner of doing your best.
But is the so-called good for you really good for you
In Mr. Xu's view, a person must first have himself, and then he can be called a good person.
Not to mention the character of the family members who caught the police, simply asking Zuo Qiu to abandon the righteousness in his heart was to break Zuo Qiu's path. The living Zuo Qiu was no longer Zuo Qiu, but a walking corpse.
Therefore, Mr. Xu's choice was to send Zuo Qiu to the palace.
He also wanted to see how the current Holy Emperor would decide on this matter when the drum was sounded.
Some things have to be done by someone.
After the battle at Huangfengkou, Mr. Xu was very disappointed with Emperor Yongping on the dragon throne.
The road leading to the palace is filled with murderous intent at every step.
Most of the people guarding Zuo Qiu had been reduced.
On both sides of the street, there were hundreds of corpses, including killers and police officers.
Despite such a big commotion, there was still no decree from the palace.
The soldiers and horses of the Imperial City Division did not move.
The soldiers and horses of the Yulin Guards did not move.
Mr. Xu didn't believe that Emperor Yongping in the palace had not received the news.
Emperor Yongping's inaction was actually action.
"Drive~~"
Mr. Xu clamped his legs hard, and the yellow gelding rushed forward.
"Stop!"
Not far ahead is Yu Street. After passing Yu Street, there is the Imperial Palace. In front of the palace gate is Dengwen Drum.
As Zuoqiu, he was not qualified to meet Emperor Yongping directly.
If he wanted to see him, he would either have to be summoned by the emperor, or he would have to beat the Dengwen drum.
The Dengwen drum of the Tang Dynasty was placed in front of the palace. Anyone who had a serious grievance could beat the Dengwen drum and listen to it in heaven.
This is a rule set by Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty.
But the rules have prerequisites, that is, the person who listens to the sound of the drum and beats the drum, regardless of whether the grievances complained are true or not, must bear the power of a hundred killing sticks.
This is the price of beating the drum!
"Fourth brother, now that we are here, do you want to continue?"
Mr. Xu looked at Zuoqiu, "The man in the palace has been doing nothing. You don't understand what this means!"
The killer is using the banner of the Luck-Jie Dao, but if it is really the Luck-Jie Dao, will the court be so quiet
How funny it is to allow the killers of the Luck Path to assassinate court officials in the street! (End of chapter)