A dark moonlit night with high winds.

Dozens of people on horseback galloped along the long streets, shouting: "The county government is arresting the traitors who assassinated the county governor. Every household is closed. Don't panic!"

"The county government has arrested the traitor who assassinated the county governor. Every household has been closed. Don't panic!"

Everywhere he passed, dim lights lit up in the dark houses.

"Squeak."

A second-floor barred window facing the street was pushed open from the inside out, and a disheveled head stuck out of the window, looking in the direction where the county soldiers were retreating.

"Brother Zhao, did you hear that? There is a traitor who assassinated the county governor!"

Someone spoke.

The disheveled head turned around and saw that Liu Zhong, who was selling dates next door, was leaning against the window and looking out like him.

"Isn't that right? A traitor who can kill a thousand people dares to assassinate even a good official like the county governor who loves his people like his own son!"

"Hey, I don't know if the Sheriff is injured or not!"

"No, Lord Sheriff Jiren has his own destiny, and everything will be fine for sure."

"I hope so. Hey, you dog thief who has killed a thousand swords, you have some hope in these miserable days!"

"How much corn did you buy?"

"It's not much, only about ten kilograms... But if you save a little, it will be enough for ten days and a half. It's not easy for the county governor. I heard that when the Xiong family was in office, all the food in the granary was in trouble.

It’s over, the rations we eat now are all obtained from the mouths of those wealthy families by the Sheriff.”

"Isn't that right? What kind of life did we live when the Xiong family was the county guard? What kind of life did we live after Mr. Chen became the county guard?"

"Let me tell you, those thieves who assassinated the county governor must have been sent by the wealthy families in the county! They just don't care about poor people like us!"

"Do you think so too? We thought we were the only ones who thought so."

"Hey, who doesn't know this yet? It's just that most people don't dare to say it..."

The two Guizhou heads, who had eaten one meal and didn't even know where they were the next, were talking about important events in the county, but they all looked like they were clean-blooded, saying something like "If you don't have three inches of iron in your hand, I will go into battle."

He was filled with righteous indignation to kill the thief on behalf of the county governor.

Until a strong female voice came from behind Zhao Er: "You thief, come back and do your work!"

Zhao Er trembled when he heard this. He lowered the fence and window in front of the neighbor's narrow gaze, and turned around angrily: "Do things, do things, you know how to do things all day long..."

Liu Zhong stood on the window sill, listening to the distant sound of horse hooves, and suddenly sighed, and whispered: "It is best for you, Lord Sheriff, to have nothing to do, otherwise you will really have no way to live this day..."

He put down the bars and windows and went back to sleep with a sigh.

What he doesn't know is.

On the roof of his house, sat a burly figure wearing a black gauze cloak and carrying a three-foot sword on his back.

The burly figure held a jar of wine in his hand and drank sips at a time. His eyes were fixed on the stars running back and forth in the huge city, and he murmured to himself thoughtfully: "Without the governor, what will happen?"

Is it impossible to get through life?"

…

"Bang."

The vermilion copper-clad door is open.

A group of wolves and tiger-like county soldiers, holding torches in one hand and shining swords in the other, swarmed in and shouted: "On the order of the county governor, capture the rebels and kill them without mercy if you resist!"

"According to the order of the county governor, the rebels are captured and killed without mercy if they resist!"

Amidst the exclamations one after another.

A figure in rattan armor led two or three hundred troops, holding swords and guns, to intercept the county soldiers in the front yard, and said angrily: "I see who has such courage to act so recklessly in my mountain hall!"

The surging county soldiers separated. Li You, who was wearing a helmet and carrying armor, strode forward with his sword in his hand. He sighed across the sword formations facing each other: "Sir, your family colluded with the Qu family and Wu Mo murdered the county guard.

, let’s catch him without mercy!”

When the figure in rattan armor saw Li You, his body trembled slightly and he asked in disbelief: "Li, Li Shi's nephew, why are you here?"

Li You looked at the trembling figure, turned his head unbearably, and said: "Sir, my nephew has been ordered to clean up Chen County and capture the traitors who plotted to kill the county governor. Naturally, I am here. I ask you to help your children and grandchildren. Don't

It will be difficult for my nephew to resist stubbornly."

When the figure wearing vine armor heard this, he suddenly felt that this night in the cold dew season was as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter, making people feel chilled all over.

But he still held on and asked: "Nephew Li Shi, why are you doing this?"

Li You sighed lightly and remained silent... Sir, times have changed!

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Just when he was thinking about how to persuade the stubborn head of the Chen family of Shanyue Hall to surrender and wait for disposal, a strange voice suddenly came from among the county soldiers: "Young Master, this old master is your family friend.

Elders, why don't we withdraw our troops? Brothers are just sitting here in the middle of the night, so we might as well go back to camp and sleep!"

Li You shivered and suddenly realized his current situation. He immediately did not dare to have any sympathy or empathy. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and swung it hard: "Second and third sons, come with me to take down this person who tried to murder the governor."

Rebels, anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

"kill!"

All the county soldiers shouted in unison and swarmed forward.

In an instant.

Blood dyes the night red!

…

Chen Qiu trotted into the hall, glanced around, and found Chen Sheng sitting down the hall.

He walked up to Chen Sheng in three steps at a time, lifted Chen Sheng up from the seat with one big hand, and nervously checked the parts on his body up and down, focusing on an indescribable part of him.

Take a second look.

Chen Sheng instinctively closed his legs and said before he spoke: "Don't ask, Qing Niang doesn't know about this yet, don't scare her!"

Chen Qiu, who had just opened his mouth, immediately closed it again when he heard this, and then slapped himself hard with a backhand, so hard that the corners of his mouth drew blood.

He let go of Chen Sheng, turned around and walked quickly to Chen Shou, who was sitting in the hall. He bent his knees and knelt down in front of him: "Fourth brother, I am useless. Da Lang will fight against the tiger hall."

Leave it to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Shou had already stood up and forcibly pulled him up from the ground, "Okay, a man of dozens of years old is still crying and dying, what does it look like!"

He grabbed his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of Chen Qiu's mouth, and scolded him with a straight face.

Finally, a generous smile appeared on his face, and he patted his shoulder gently: "I heard what Dalang said. This matter is a joint effort between the wealthy families in the county and a dead warrior sect. The dead warrior sect is

People who specialize in this kind of business, it’s normal that you can’t fight them, I don’t blame you!”

Chen Sheng also came up to me and said with gentle words: "Hey, don't take it to heart. Isn't it okay? People do calculations with their minds but not with their own intentions. It's normal that you didn't notice it."

he knows.

To himself, Chen Qiu may just be a loyal and reliable subordinate.

But to his father, Chen Qiu was his brother who he had grown up with and lived through life and death with. He was not as close as a blood relative, but more than a blood relative.

"Fortunately, Dalang, you are okay!"

Chen Qiu looked at Chen Sheng with guilt, shook his head and said, "Otherwise, even if I shave myself off, I can't make up for your father or our family!"

Timely.

Zhao Qing wiped his hands on his apron and said with a smile: "Uncle Twelve is here, father-in-law, can the noodles be cooked?"

She was the only one who didn't know anything and was still happy that the whole family could come back for supper.

Chen Shou nodded: "Get off the pot and shoot two more chickens... Hey, it's a pity that your third master has been out of shape recently and won't be able to come back. He has been talking about this for several days."

Zhao Qing said with a smile: "It's not easy for the third master to eat. I just want my daughter to go to Panlong Village with her father-in-law tomorrow and cook a meal for the third master!"

Chen Shou also laughed: "Then he is very beautiful. Go down there and beat more chickens and put more lard!"

"Why!"

Zhao Qingjian responded vigorously, turned around and went out in a hurry.

As soon as she leaves.

The three elders in the hall all breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Shou glanced at Chen Sheng and said: "When your mother was here, I was like this too. When something happened outside, before I took action against anyone, I would just think about what if I got hurt or knocked down.

How should your family coax your mother!"

Chen Qiu also smiled and said: "That's because the fourth sister-in-law is saving face for you. How smart is she? Can she see through your little tricks? Every time she falls, she gets kicked by a horse.

, I don’t even know how to tell a clever lie.”

Chen Shou:......

Chen Sheng:……
To be continued...