Leave Xile Street and enter Wanping Street, like a boiling kettle turning off the fire, the noise dissipates.

Zheng Hui said: "The people coming and going on this street are either rich or noble. I don't know which shop relies on which high-ranking official and marquis rely on, be careful. Today is different from the past. Our night guards have to behave with their tails. You are the youngest and most motivated. But I have to persuade you that the eastern part of the Shendu City is deep and the dragon is scattered. It is not the outer area where you were casually scattered when you were a child."

"Captain Zheng, don't worry, I have been thinking about the taste in Yewei for the past six months. If I don't make progress, it will be a waste of life." Li Qingxian said and sighed.

"You are really not the time to come. When I saw this brocade dress, I didn't dare to blow the thorn even if I was the top third. Now I'm not as good as the Bingmaster, alas..." Zheng Hui sighed.

On Wanping Street in the early morning, neat bluestone paving roads were paved, pedestrians were dotted, and the winery and flower buildings were closed, and only the doors of the shops selling goods were open.

Wherever the group of four passed, the shopkeepers or friends from many shops greeted him actively, and smiled and shouted with a smile.

Some familiar people gave some food, but Zheng Hui didn't usually accept it, but today he collected some peanuts, shortbread, osmanthus cake and other snacks. Han Anbo did not eat snacks and distributed it to Li Qingxian and Yu Ping.

Yu Ping was so happy that his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he was having a lot of food. He secretly thanked Li Qingxian: "You have been sick for a few days, it's all for you to be blessed."

Li Qingxian glanced at the snacks in his hand and asked, "Don't you like eating osmanthus cake?"

"I like eating so much, I can't bear to eat it, so I keep it and eat it slowly." Yu Ping carefully touched the paper and wrapped osmanthus cake.

After a while, several people passed by Liu Jifengxiang's silk shop.

Two strong men in black clothes stood at the door, looked at the four of them coldly, and then looked elsewhere.

After walking a few steps, Zheng Hui whispered: "The Liu Ji in front of the plaque is gone, and there is a blood-colored rose below it. I'm afraid it's just printed on the Demon Sect, poor Old Liu."

Han Anbo sighed and shook his head.

Wanping Street is deserted in the early morning, and near the end of the street, the faint fragrance of wine echoes in the air.

Zheng Hui sniffed hard and looked at Haihualou.

Three-story large wooden buildings stand tall, and guys are wiping the big red lanterns hanging everywhere.

In the lower right corner of the three-character plaque in the main gate, the inscription by Xu Ziping, the founding prime minister.

Unlike other houses, the wine flag hanging in front of this house is covered with yellow and crimson edges. Only the shop that the emperor has visited can such wine flags be raised.

The two wine guises in front of the building float gently, with the left side saying "Make spring, summer, autumn and winter wine" and the right side saying "Drunk people from the east, west, south and north".

Zheng Hui couldn't help but look at Li Qingxian and said, "Last time, you said, wait for you to be promoted to the tenth grade or I will be promoted to the ninth grade, so don't forget it."

"It's really time to come, I'll use the night knife as a way and I'll buy you a jar," said Li Qingxian.

"Okay, I'll wait. We martial artists who have gained tribute, drink the delicious rice wine that has no taste, and you have to drink the strong wine like Flower Sea Brew! Unfortunately, it's too expensive." Zheng Hui said.

Li Qingxian remembered that his father Li Gangfeng also drank rice wine occasionally. Daqi seemed to have very few strong wines, and even if there were, the yield was very small.

When he arrived at the end of Wanping Street, Zheng Hui stopped in front of Zhao Ji's clothing shop.

“Check weapons.”

The four of them drew their swords together to check if there were any cracks and gaps.

"Have you brought all the whistles?" Zheng Hui took out a bamboo whistle from the belt on his right waist.

Li Qingxian also picked up a whistle and had long tied it to his belt with a strip of cloth, with the same jade pendant as the deer and crane pattern on the left and right.

"The troops are divided into two groups, and if you have something to do, blow the whistle! Let's go with leisure."

At this time, a carriage came towards us, with a white "night" embroidered on the black flag on the roof, and suddenly stopped in front.

Behind the carriage, four night guards held the hilt of the knife in their hands and stared at them.

"The street patrol room?"

The off-white gauze curtain turned open from the inside to the outside, and a middle-aged man with three wisps of beard poked out his head, revealing his brocade clothes and official clothes.

Li Qingxian and the other four stared at each other, and a majestic burlap embroidered on the official uniform, with gold threads on all sides of the burlap.

The seventh grade.

"Team 9 of A is Zheng Hui, and he has seen the head of Pang Fang." Zheng Hui stepped forward and bowed with his fists.

Li Qingxian and the other three immediately lowered their heads to pay tribute.

"I remembered it, Zheng Hei, right?" Pang Mingjing in the carriage put his right arm on the window, smiling.

"Yes, sir." Zheng Hui said.

"I'm going to go to the Ministry of Housing to collect money. I'm missing a young and clever person. You... it's you, keep up." Pang Mingjing reached out and pointed at Li Qingxian, then pointed at the back of the car.

The moment he heard Hubu Street, Li Qingxian's heart jumped suddenly.

Zheng Hui and the other two changed their expressions slightly. Zheng Hui was stunned. Han Anbo stepped forward and said halfway: "You are the one who reported to Mr. Pang, Li Qingxian has not recovered from his serious illness. He is going back to see Doctor Sun. It is the special care of Lord Zhou."

"Oh?" The smile on Pang Mingjing's face disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.

Zheng Hui smiled and said, "Mr. Pang, this Li Qingxian is a reckless man. He is not smart at all. Why not change me? Don't worry, I have the strength of a tenth grade no matter what I say."

Pang Mingjing glanced at the four of them and hooked his fingers at Zheng Hui.

Zheng Hui hurriedly walked a few steps, came to the car window, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his hands.

"Tenth grade, so majestic." Pang Mingjing poked out his fair right palm and patted Zheng Hui's shoulder three times.

"I don't dare." Zheng Hui's head lowered.

"Our Finance Department's status is getting worse every day." Pang Mingjing sighed.

The cold wind blew, and the crows were silent.

The Eighteenth Department of the Night Guard, the Finance Department is in charge of the financial power of the Night Guard, and is the real First Department of the Night Guard.

Zheng Hui raised his head and was about to speak.

Silent...

Zheng Hui made a harsh sound all over his body, and his clothes suddenly expanded and cracked densely. In an instant, his clothes exploded and pieces of cloth splashed.

Zheng Hui was not hurt at all, his clothes were rotten like strips of cloth hanging on his body, shaking in the wind, unable to cover his dark skin.

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Pedestrians and shop owners not far away pointed and bursts of sneered.

Zheng Hui's dark face spread red, and his entire neck was red.

Li Qingxian gritted his teeth tightly.

"Are you here or he?" Pang Mingjing asked.

Zheng Hui bowed his back and fist and said, "Li Qingxian is the son of Lord Li Gangfeng, and he has received special care from Lord Zhou Chunfeng. Now he is seriously ill and cannot go there, but the villain is willing to work hard for the adults."

Li Qingxian looked at Zheng Hei, who was usually nagging, and his heart was filled with heat.

Pang Mingjing seemed to be stunned. After a moment, he threw something out with his right hand.

With a snap, the object landed at Zheng Hui's feet.

Li Qingxian looked at him and his whole body was stiff.

Wooden texture, token shape, black background gold lettering.

wrong!

A clear memory emerged in Li Qingxian's mind. This is Ye Wei's token. Once it violates, the token holder can directly kill everyone below the ninth grade.

No one would take out a golden order for an ordinary soldier.

Pang Mingjing is prepared!

Zheng Hui looked down at the golden-font-song, opened his mouth, clenched his fists, and his forehead was exposed, and he could not speak.

Suddenly, a harsh whistle sounded.

When Li Qingxian turned his head, he saw a bamboo whistle in the flat mouth, with the sounds alternating, and the night guards asked for help.

"Removing!"

At the command of Pang Mingjing, four powerful night guards from Kong Wu rushed over behind the carriage, snatched Yu Ping's whistle, and removed the whistle between Li Qingxian and Han Anbo's waists.

Li Qingxian looked at Yu Ping, and Yu Ping smiled and said, "If you have money in the future, remember to invite me to mutton soup. Don't be as stingy as Team Zheng."

In the carriage, Pang Mingjing slowly took out a copper whistle and blew it three times in a row, each time three long and one short.

Alarm is released.

The smile on Yu Ping's face froze.

Pang Mingjing turned his head and looked at Li Qingxian with a smile: "Are you here, or are the three of them?"

"The three of us!" Zheng Hui, who was beside the carriage, suddenly looked up, looked directly at Pang Mingjing, and took a step forward.

Han Anbo and Yu Ping took a step forward together.

Pang Mingjing frowned slightly, and Zheng Hui's black face was a little dazzling.

Li Qingxian looked at his three teammates, sighed, and said, "I will go with you, but I have not recovered from my serious illness and have walked slowly."

"It's okay, sit next to me."

Li Qingxian's face became colder and said, "Since the lord is kind, my subordinates are disrespectful. Team Zheng, Vice Team Han, Yu Ping, you go back, I'll go with Master Pang."

"Clean!" Zheng Hui shouted softly.

Li Qingxian seemed to have never heard of it, picked up the golden order and walked towards the carriage.

Arriving at the door of the car, Li Qingxian stopped, waved his hands with three people on his back, and got onto the car.

The curtains fell.

"Go to Hubu Street."
To be continued...