Fu San finally came to Luzhu's mother-in-law.

Luzhu was very strong. She stepped barefoot in the snow, but gritted her teeth and hugged Jiuniang tightly.

The wind, snow and humiliation did not make Luzhu show any signs of cowardice.

After seeing Fu San, Lu Zhu cried, and her big tears fell into the snow.

There was a rope and a hemp rope tied around Luzhu's waist, just like the livestock that was about to be sold in the North Market.

On the other end of the hemp rope was a student from the Imperial College.

A cold light flashed, the hemp rope was split into two, and Fu San inserted the Qianji back into the scabbard on his waist.

"I am a nurse, and I have to protect the young master."

Fu San's face, which was colder than a thousand-year-old iceberg, finally changed and became full of disgust. Even his tone was so disgusting: "How can I have so much free time to take care of you? What a fucking trouble."

Walking all the way from the western suburbs, Luzhu hugged Jiuniang's arms tightly and finally relaxed.

Jiuniang threw herself into Fusan's arms, endured the crying all the way, and finally released herself. In an instant, hot tears wet Fusan's front.

Fu San stopped Jiuniang in his arms, squatted down again, and suddenly stretched out his right hand to stop Jiuniang's waist.

In full view of the public, in the wind and snow, when Fu San stood up again, Lv Zhu was already on his shoulders, and Jiuniang was held in his arms.

Turn around and stride forward, Fu San, move forward indomitably.

Tao Ruolin, who was standing next to Chu Qing, finally understood why Bihua fell in love with Fu San and why Fu San was never forgotten. She also finally understood why the guards and guards who came back from the border had to treat Fu San even if they were in official positions.

Call him "Third Brother" three times.

The army will rush into the enemy formation without hesitation.

But which army would be like Fu San, rushing into a group of scholars who were more ferocious than the enemy thieves?

Luzhu, who was held by Fu San on his shoulders, let out an exclamation.

A long stick hit Fu San hard on the waist.

The person who took action was a supervisor from the Imperial College.

This prisoner's face is indeed more ferocious than the enemy's.

"We are scholars who are capable of both literary and military skills. How can we let you, a hawk and lackey, be so rampant and dare to take action? We are not afraid of you!"

The supervisors gathered around.

The scholar holding a long stick shouted again: "The poor academy is a place where evildoers hide and invade. Don't let this running dog take people away. This prostitute and bitch are the ironclad evidence. Hold the ironclad evidence and kill the traitors."

Kill the thief today!"

The prison guards were gearing up.

If they were not prison students, it gave them courage.

It was Fu San's hands that gave them courage.

Because Fu San's left hand stopped Jiuniang, and because Fu San's right hand hugged the green pearl, this was the source of their courage.

Another kick hit Fu San's back knee hard.

Fu San staggered two steps, but still walked forward, but in front of him were walls of people, with their sleeves rolled up.

Lu Zhu was like crazy. She wanted to jump down and fight these scholars. She waved her arms randomly and waved her long nails. Along the way, the woman walking barefoot and silently was full of dirty words.

Ruiyu also begged and begged Fusan to let her down. This time, it was her turn to protect her third brother.

Chu Qing finally dismounted, threw away the white fox fur, turned around, and looked at Jiang Yuesheng.

"You are not allowed to move. No one is allowed to hurt these prison students except me."

Chu Qing's face was calm and his tone was also calm.

When you are extremely angry, you are calm.

He wanted to put the Imperial College students into a place of eternal destruction, so no one from the Thousand Cavalry Battalion was allowed to move.
Chapter completed!