Chapter 292: Constable Li, long time no see [Thank you all for your support! Bowing again!]

This turn of events left Qingyun, who was standing in front, somewhat bewildered.

He turned his head to look at Xu Zaijing,

But saw his own Young Master widen his eyes and shout: "Careful!"

Qingyun turned his head back,

And through the warrior who was bowing in front of him,

He could just see that the person who had been kicked away by the Young Master was fiercely swinging a fist, aiming at the young man who was checking on his companion's injuries.

Although the Jin Kingdom young man reacted quickly and dodged backward,

Perhaps because he had been drinking, his movement range was slightly smaller; his mouth corner was grazed by the fist. He couldn't care about his mouth corner and reached out to press down the companion who was continuing to attack.

"Fuga!" (Rope)

Hearing the young man's shout, the official-looking translator hurriedly handed over the rope that had been loosened on the ground.

The young man didn't say a word and tied up the person who had swung the fist.

During the time it took to speak and tie the person,

Zheng Xiao and Zhang Fangling, who looked eager to try, ran out of the room. They were holding sword scabbards, and Zheng Xiao shouted:

"Fourth Brother, you've hit a good time! Let's fight happily together... hmm?"

Looking at the group of foreign warriors bowing and saluting,

Zheng Xiao: "This is?"

Xu Zaijing shook his head and said: "I don't know what's going on either."

Subsequently, this group of warriors dispersed, taking the four bound companions, two supporting one, and helped them up.

The young man in the lead wiped the blood from his mouth corner and walked in front of Xu Zaijing; the translator also followed.

"They, drink, cannot control themselves, attack."

The young man said in stiff Great Zhou language, and then said a string of foreign language.

Xu Zaijing and the noble boys beside him looked at the translator.

The translator hurriedly said:

"This one says, those four who are bound are all fierce warriors, dug out from piles of dead bodies!"

"After a life-and-death battle with Northern Liao, they became like this; after drinking, they must be tied with ropes, otherwise they will inadvertently kill people!"

Hearing the translator's words, Zhang Fangling looked at those people in surprise and whispered:

"These are rare elites; ordinary soldiers might not even be able to hurt them with an ambush."

Taking advantage of the time spent talking, Qiao Jiulang, who had leaned over, asked:

"Fourth Brother, are they really that divine?"

"Naturally, there are; my family's army has quite a few, all of whom are battle-hardened veterans. You can tell just by looking at them for a moment."

Xu Zaijing nodded, and Zheng Xiao, beside him, said:

"These soldiers, because of cruel battlefield slaughter, have already undergone changes in their minds and are extremely sensitive to their surroundings, with extremely high alertness. In an unconscious state after drinking, all their actions are instinctual."

Xu Zaijing also saw clearly the warrior's eyes the moment he kicked and held back his strength; otherwise, that warrior might have suffered as much as the Bai Gao warrior, with his bones suffering greatly.

And on the side, the young man who understood the meaning of Zheng Xiao's words through the translator nodded.

After saying a few words in a gibberish,

The translator hurriedly said:

"This one says, he is Wanyan Zongjun, thank you young official for taking action, otherwise if his companion had landed that punch, the young boy would have been in grave danger! That Jin Kingdom man would likely have had to pay with his life."

Xu Zaijing said: "Well said, it's better for him to drink less."

Just as Wanyan Zongjun was about to say something,

Suddenly, a clamor came from the first floor, accompanied by the shouts of Jin Kingdom warriors. Xu Zaijing and the others walked a few steps to the side and looked down,

And saw the Jin Kingdom warriors waiting at the entrance confronting the guards of several noble boys.

The four drunken Jin Kingdom men who had been bound were struggling unconsciously, and the warriors beside them were trying hard to control them.

The Jin Kingdom young man Wanyan Zongjun hurriedly walked downstairs, and the translator also cupped his hands and followed.

Looking at the group downstairs, the Prince of Yong Wang Shizi, wearing a blue robe, was followed by the Marquis of Dongchang Qin Chi Han, the Marquis of Zhongshan's descendants, and others.

Zheng Xiao said: "How could we run into this bunch even when coming to Qingfeng Tower! Hmm? The two behind look unfamiliar!"

The Zhang family's fourth son looked clearly, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes as he said:

"Judging by their attire, they look like they are from the Jing Prince and Tan Prince families."

While Xu Zaijing and the others were talking, Wanyan Zongjun had already walked up to the three Wang Fu descendants wearing red, black, and blue robes.

He was about to say something...

One of the three Wang Fu descendants cursed lightly: "Where did these barbarians come from? Bad luck!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and along with several Hou Fu descendants, turned and was about to leave.

As soon as these words were spoken, several Jin Kingdom warriors who understood Great Zhou language took a step forward.

But the Wang Fu guards were not easy to deal with either; they confronted them head-on, and even reached out and pushed a Jin Kingdom warrior.

The Wang Fu guard in the back even reached toward something bulging under his cloak.

Wanyan Zongjun hurriedly shouted, and the pushed Jin Kingdom warrior did not retaliate.

Seeing this, the group of Prince and Marquis sons laughed loudly:

"Hahaha! You know your place."

"It's a pity we can't see the guards from the elder brother's mansion take action!"

"There will be plenty of opportunities, let's go!"

"Thieving birds, they even wear grass in their shoes!"

Wanyan Zongjun's fists were tightly clenched, but in the end, he didn't take action.

At this moment, Qin Chi Han, holding a folding fan, looked around and saw Xu Zaijing and the others on the second floor.

He said a few words to the three Wang Fu descendants and pointed with his fan.

The three Wang Fu descendants, including the blue-robed Prince of Yong Heir, looked over, and one of them said: "Thieving birds, things that haven't even dried behind their ears!"

"Let's go."

These two groups passed each other; the Jin Kingdom warriors and the guards of the several mansions were all full of dissatisfaction, looking like they wanted to beat each other to a pulp.

The two guards behind the Prince and Marquis sons, who were bulging under their cloaks, no longer touched the things under their cloaks.

Upstairs,

Zhang Fangling said: "The guards of the Jing Wang Fu are very good. I heard their fathers all came from the Assistant Ling Ling Guo Gong's Mansion, are highly skilled in martial arts, and have a set of methods for infantry training!"

Xu Zaijing and the others beside him nodded in instruction; such old stories were things only the Zhang family of the British Duke could understand so clearly.

"No wonder the Jin Kingdom warriors were restless; they smelled blood!"

As he spoke, Zhang Fangling pointed to the end of the group downstairs, where a servant was carrying something strip-shaped.

Looking at it, there were still some bloodstains on it.

The people upstairs looked over, and Zheng Xiao said: "That's a snake? But it's too thick."

Xu Zaijing, beside him, looked and said: "No, it's not a snake; the skin doesn't look that shiny and smooth... could it be an elephant trunk? But it looks a bit small."

Before Xu Zaijing's words fell,

Among the group walking up the stairs downstairs, someone said: "Go, let the head chef come to the private room and roast this little elephant trunk for the nobles."

Hearing this, the group upstairs exchanged glances; this... really was it!

Liang Han, beside Xu Zaijing, whispered:

"This should be from the elephant-raising station in the south. I heard before that they reported a little elephant born with a broken hind leg, so it must have been untrainable."

"The manager of that elephant-raising station even looked for my family's manager, wanting my family to help bridge the sale! It seems it was killed by them..."

At this moment,

The group including the Prince of Yong Heir had already reached the second floor.

Seeing Xu Zaijing, the Prince of Yong Heir, wearing a blue robe and a jade crown, exchanged glances with several companions,

Then looked at Xu Zaijing, and then looked at the bloody little elephant trunk held by the guard on the stairs behind him, and then burst into laughter.

Laughing until Xu Zaijing and the others were baffled.

And seeing the puzzled expressions of Xu Zaijing, Zheng Xiao, and the others,

The Jing Wang Shizi in red robes said:

"This is truly an ignorant thieving bird of a little beast! It was hit by five or six arrows, yet it still screamed and crawled to find its mother!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they looked at Xu Zaijing and laughed even louder.

Qingyun, standing beside Xu Zaijing, looked at them with a fake smile, then stared at the strongest one among the Jing Wang Fu guards mentioned by Fourth Brother Zhang just now.

After looking a few times,

As they walked over, Qingyun said in a voice that wasn't loud but could be heard by others beside Xu Zaijing:

"Young Master, do you still remember the fierce bandit you skewered like a gourd outside Yang Zhou City? How come he looks a bit like that person?"

When Qingyun spoke, Zhang Fangling and the puzzled Zheng Xiao, Liang Liu Lang, and Qiao Jiulang explained in a low voice.

Qingyun spoke while raising his chin to indicate, then looked at the guard again: "Could they be brothers?"

As soon as Qingyun said this, the red-robed Jing Wang Shizi's smile stopped.

One of the guards beside him, although wearing a fake smile, had eyes that were wide open, his back teeth almost bitten through,

His fists clenched until they trembled, staring dead at Xu Zaijing and Qingyun.

Xu Zaijing frowned, looking like he was thinking hard, then smiled apologetically at the two Prince Heirs of Yong and Jing who had stopped near them,

And continued to ask: "Ah?! Which one?"

"A thieving bird of a small fry, I don't remember!"

Qingyun looked at the Wang Fu guard and said: "The one who poked his head out on the small hill and was skewered through the neck by an arrow."

Xu Zaijing smiled, raised his hand to pat his forehead and said:

"Yes, yes, yes! I remember now, dull and stupid like two wild chickens, even standing up to talk to us, thinking we hadn't seen through them!"

"I didn't collect his corpse, so I didn't see it as clearly as you."

Qingyun: "Young Master is right, but he didn't crawl to find his mother."

After Qingyun finished speaking, he stared straight at the guard, with every intention of having a fight.

Xu Zaijing turned sideways, smiled, and tapped Qingyun, then turned back to look at the group opposite, staring at the red-robed Jing Wang Shizi and cupping his hands:

"Everyone, why aren't you laughing anymore?"

"Is it that the joke just now wasn't funny?"

The Tan Wang Fu descendant in black robes tilted his head and sneered: "Xu Wulang, you are a filthy scoundrel from a soldier's background..."

The red-robed Jing Wang Shizi lowered his head, smiled, shook his head, and walked toward Xu Zaijing.

Sha Bo, the descendant of the Marquis of Zhongshan behind him, wanted to pull him back, but didn't manage to, only letting out a sound: "Heir, don't... don't go!"

As he spoke, he saw the Jing Wang Fu guards already putting on brass knuckles, which had half-finger-long sharp blades on the striking position.

If they really hit vital points like the eyes or neck, something would definitely happen.

Looking at the Jing Wang Shizi who had stepped out of the crowd, the blue-robed Prince of Yong Heir curled his lips, shouted to the guards with eyes full of laughter, and said:

"Quick! Stop them, don't let the younger brother hurt anyone!"

Zheng Xiao, beside him, licked his lips, gripped the sword scabbard in his hand, and said: "Fourth Brother, what should we do?"

Zhang Fangling said with excitement: "We already fell out at the horse polo field! Us? We'll also break up the fight!"

"Don't fight!"

As he spoke, Zhang Fangling danced his sword scabbard toward the Fifth Young Master of the Duke of Korea's mansion, who hadn't spoken but wanted to help one side.

While the surrounding young masters, servants, and guards were still pushing and shoving,

The Jing Wang Shizi had already arrived in front of Xu Zaijing, looked up at Xu Zaijing imposingly, and then his right hand flew toward Xu Zaijing's ear to slap him.

His hand was easily caught in mid-air by Xu Zaijing.

"Do you think this is your mansion's fiefdom?"

The Jing Wang Shizi wanted to pull his hand out; although he used all his strength, Xu Zaijing's hand didn't move at all.

The Jing Prince was originally of a violent temper, often slashing his attendants with a sword.

This Heir also inherited quite a bit; his reddened eyes had already lost some reason, and without a word, he raised his foot and kicked toward Xu Zaijing's crotch.

But just as he raised his foot, he was kicked back by Xu Zaijing with a light kick. Under the huge power gap, the Jing Wang Shizi immediately had a distorted face, knelt on one knee, and screamed while holding his ankle.

When Xu Zaijing was fighting the Jing Wang Shizi, the clothes in front of Qingyun had already been torn by the brass knuckles of the Jing Prince guard, revealing the extra-thick silk vest customized by Xu Zaijing inside.

After Qingyun dodged the sharp blade aimed at his neck, he shouted: "Young Master, this filthy scoundrel is playing for keeps!"

"Waste him."

Qingyun didn't speak; after grabbing the leg kicked by the guard, he raised his arm with copper arm guards and smashed it down onto the knee. After the guard's leg deformed, he sat paralyzed on the ground, full of pain.

Subsequently, Qingyun agilely dodged the attacks of other guards. When he turned his head, he saw the Jing Wang Shizi pull a sharp blade from his boot,

Swinging it toward Xu Zaijing like a madman, but after just one move, his arm was caught by Xu Zaijing again. Then Xu Zaijing pinched the guard, forcibly pulled the dagger out of his hand,

And after gracefully gripping the hilt, casually inserted the dagger fully into the wooden railing on the side.

Then, with one hand pinching the Jing Wang Shizi's neck, he lifted him up with one hand. After walking a step, Xu Zaijing's arm was like a crane arm; the Jing Wang Shizi hung passively on it, suspended outside the second floor.

The Wang Fu guard following at the very end, bulging under his cloak, looked at Xu Zaijing's actions and wanted to step forward, but Xu Zaijing shouted: "Roll down and catch him!"

That guard took a step forward, Xu Zaijing suddenly let go, the Jing Wang Shizi almost fell, and then Xu Zaijing grabbed the red-robed Jing Wang Shizi's collar again; the Jing Wang Shizi was finally able to catch his breath,

But his eyes looking at Xu Zaijing remained very vicious.

Those two guards hurriedly waved their hands and shouted: "Don't, don't, don't, we'll... we'll go down and catch him!"

One of them even threw away the elephant trunk in his hand and ran down quickly.

Subsequently, Xu Zaijing let go directly. From the second floor to the first floor, a height of more than a zhang, the Jing Wang Shizi fell directly. When he landed, he happened to land on the injured leg that Xu Zaijing had kicked; the Jing Wang Shizi screamed even louder, and his eyes had already lost reason.

Looking at the Qingfeng Tower guests watching the fun on the side, the red-robed Jing Wang Shizi hysterically shouted: "What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll kill you bunch of filthy beasts!"

When someone wanted to talk back, they were pulled by someone, who pointed to the things at the guard's waist.

After seeing it, the guests were all scared and shrank back, swallowing hard.

The Jing Wang Shizi turned his head, slapped the two guards who hadn't acted as cushions in time, and then sternly ordered a few words.

After Xu Zaijing let go, he walked forward a few steps, kicked another Wang Fu guard away for more than two zhang, and incidentally stepped on the arm of the guard who had played for keeps with Qingyun just now.

On the other side, Qin Chi Han, Sha Bo, Han Chengyun, and Lu Sanlang, several Hou Fu descendants who had dealt with Xu Zaijing many times,

Were currently cleverly protecting the Prince of Yong Heir.

Watching the terrifying appearance of Xu Zaijing and the others like tigers entering a flock of sheep, slapping one child after another, the Prince of Yong Heir said:

"Hearing of him is not as good as meeting him; he won't beat us like he beat the Yan Prince's family, right?"

Qin Chi Han, beside him, swallowed his saliva and said: "No, he won't, we didn't... didn't talk about his sister...!"

"Han-ge'er is right, is right! Go, go, go! Let everyone go!"

Watching the group of more than ten masters and servants moving toward the inside of the corridor, preparing to go down the other side and leave, Liang Han, taking advantage of the fact that Lu Sanlang of the Ling Ling Ling Guo Gong's mansion wasn't paying attention, kicked Lu Sanlang in the butt.

Lu Sanlang looked at Liang Han,

But forced by Zheng Xiao, who was holding a sword scabbard and threatening to strike people beside Liang Han, Lu Sanlang could only point at Liang Han with hatred and say:

"Liang Liu Lang, you just wait!"

Liang Han raised his chin at him arrogantly, meaning if you have the guts, come on.

At this moment, someone beside Liang Han wanted to run. When Liang Han raised his hand and was about to slap him, he suddenly saw clearly that it was the Tan Wang Fu descendant, and he hurriedly stopped his hand.

The Tan Prince shrank his body and head when Liang Han raised his hand.

Seeing Liang Han stop his hand, he pointed at Liang Han hatefully and followed the footsteps of the people in front: "Royal Brother, wait for me!"

Just as it was lively here,

The red-robed, red-eyed Jing Wang Shizi had already limped up to the second floor.

He was holding something in his hand. Looking at Xu Zaijing, who had his back to him, he didn't say a word and leveled the thing in his hand, aiming at Xu Zaijing with vicious eyes, and smiled as he pulled the crossbow trigger beneath the crossbow arm.

In slow motion, when the sharp crossbow bolt was ejected by the giant force of the crossbow bow, the Jing Wang Shizi's eyes widened in surprise, and his smile disappeared,

Because when he put his hand on the trigger, Xu Zaijing was actually turning his head and body. After predicting the trajectory of the crossbow bolt in an instant, he even kicked Zheng Xiao.

As if they had coordinated well,

The sharp crossbow bolt flew past Xu Zaijing's chest at a distance of less than an inch,

And then, sticking to the air, it flew straight toward the noble sons of the various mansions who were advancing backward, with some confusion in Zheng Xiao's eyes as he flew in the air.

The crossbow bolt scattered the hair bun of the Tan Wang Fu descendant, left a shallow bloodstain on Lu Sanlang's neck, and passed through the Prince of Yong Heir's shoulder, pinning him to the pillar at the entrance of a room in Qingfeng Tower.

The blue-robed Prince of Yong Heir was pinned to it as if he were practicing on a wooden stake.

At this moment, Zheng Xiao tackled Liang Han, and they fell to the floor on the second floor.

"Ah!!!"

Amidst the incomparable screams of the Prince of Yong Heir, Xu Zaijing pulled out the dagger of the Jing Wang Shizi that had been inserted into the railing just now.

The red-robed Jing Wang Shizi, while looking panicked, grabbed a loaded heavy crossbow from another guard and looked at Xu Zaijing, who was flipping the dagger not far away, smiling.

Just as he was about to take the heavy crossbow,

Xu Zaijing pulled his arm back and threw it with force. The dagger entered the arm of the Jing Wang Shizi who was holding the heavy crossbow. Under the severe pain, the heavy crossbow fired a bolt downward.

"Thud!"

The crossbow bolt nailed into the floor.

Outside Qingfeng Tower,

On the bridge not far away,

The shadows under the lantern light swayed incessantly.

Amidst the north wind, snowflakes were falling.

A certain Bianjing constable patrolling on horseback looked up at the snowflakes,

And one of the six or seven yamen colleagues following beside him said:

"Constable Li, why don't you stay in the bustling places like Fan Tower or Pan Tower, and come to this broken place instead?"

"Hi! This isn't a broken place! It's quiet here! Not so much right and wrong!"

"Constable Li, who is that group of people in front? Hiss, Jin Kingdom people?"

"Yes! Eh? Why did they go back in?"

When the group arrived at the entrance of Qingfeng Tower,

A guard dressed as a Wang Fu servant shouted in panic: "Quick, call a physician! Where is a physician? The Wang Fu Heir is injured!!!!"

Qingyun, who was following behind,

Smiled, nodded at the leading constable, and cupped his hands: "Constable Li, long time no see!"

"Tired..."

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