"Okay, since the Xu family has asked us to go to the Governor's Office, we can't ignore it. The Xu family is also a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River, a family of salt merchants. Then send a team of people there."

Qin Ruhai walked in front, with some bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He shook his dizzy head and continued. "I'll let two more fish bags from the Diaoyutai go there together. If nothing happens, that's fine. If...

I want to see what that giant building ship parked on the canal will do."

"Okay, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do today."

Wen Changkong, who was following behind him, had a respectful smile on his face and reminded him softly, "Would you like..."

Qin Ruhai clicked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his hand, "Forget it, I am old and my health is a little weak."

Wen Changkong looked at Qin Ruhai's stooped back and sighed softly, "What a good thin horse, it would be a pity to keep him in the house."

He turned around and went to the front yard of the Governor's Mansion, telling Qin Ruhai's decision to the two brothers Xu Wenshu and Xu Yuhui who were waiting here.

It was also the first time that they begged the Governor. They were sitting in a side hall in the front yard of the Governor's Mansion, feeling anxious.

More than an hour ago, Zi'er brought news about Xu Fan, asking the two of them to go to the Governor's Mansion immediately for help. It was said that someone from the Yin Yang Evil Sect came to Jinling, and this time they were targeting the Xu family.

Today, the Xu family can only rely on the protection of the Governor's Mansion, otherwise it will really be cut off.

Fortunately, this suffering did not last long, and Wen Changkong brought them good news.

There was a group of more than fifty soldiers sent by the Governor's Palace, as well as two blue-striped fish bags from Diaoyutai.

In this way, Xu Wenshu and Xu Yuhui walked out of the Governor's Mansion respectfully with grateful smiles on their faces.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on this magnificent Jinling City. People who had rested for the night also started a new day. Crowds of people intertwined in the streets.

Business travelers traveling from north to south slowly entered Jinling City with their horse teams, and many new goods from the east and west cities were moved into the warehouses.

What happened on Xuanwu Street did not affect the lives of the people at the bottom and gangs.

They only occasionally saw official sedans one after another heading towards the homes of major families and wealthy merchants in Jinling City.

Although I don't know what happened, I always feel that something is wrong with the atmosphere in Jinling City.

Until a giant building ship slowly docked at the pier outside Wuyi Port.

Wuyi Port was originally the largest Guandu outside the north wall of Jinling City. It was originally a garrison of the former dynasty and was ordered to transport various rare things from the south for important officials of the imperial court.

The army guarding this place was the Wuyi Army. Taizu of Daqian reported back to the south. The Wuyi Army surrendered first, but in the end they were strangled by Daqian cavalry outside the city.

The entire ferry flowed into a river of blood, dyeing a large area of ​​the river red. At this point, Wuyi Port became an ordinary ferry.

On this day, just after noon, the huge building ship entered Wuyi Port directly, carrying the people's fishing boats, merchant ships, and painting boats that were originally docked here into the distance.

Someone originally wanted to pretend to be decent by relying on the fact that they were a local gangster.

As a result, a cold light flashed!

A shiny bald head rolled down in front of everyone at the pier, causing everyone to scatter in shock.

When they saw the silver-patterned fish bag tied around the attacker's waist, the gang leader not far away who was collecting protection money and the dock workers who wanted to go up to ask what happened swallowed their saliva at the same time and retreated decisively into the crowd.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Without any warning from the Jinling officialdom, more than a dozen silver-patterned fishbags, dressed in plain white brocade clothes, stepped onto the Jinling Pier.

Everyone looked at these lowly people with cold eyes and scolded them casually.

A blue-striped fish bag rushed forward quickly, and when he was about to leave the ferry dock, he kicked the fish basket on the ground. His eyes turned cold and he stared at the gray-haired fisherman coldly, saying with a stern tone. "Are you guys?

Are you deaf? Why don’t you get out of the way quickly!”

"Sir, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me! The old man will leave immediately!" The old man with a broken body limped towards both sides of the road.

The blue-striped fish bag felt that the fisherman was walking too slowly, so he kicked him again, this time directly on the fisherman's back.

The old man flew backwards and crashed into a wooden stall in front of a nearby fish shop.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" A girl's cry sounded from the crowd.

A girl who looked to be only in her teens, with dark and rough skin, apparently often made a living on the river and fished with her family.

"Why are you crying! Is your father dead or your mother dead?" The blue-striped fish bag eyes suddenly fell on the girl who rushed out of the crowd. Many people around saw the cold eyes of the Diaoyutai spy and were frightened.

Back up.

The girl ignored him and rushed to her grandfather crying.

At this time, blood was still flowing out of the fisherman's mouth lying on the wooden board, and he didn't know how many bones in his body were broken.

The blue-striped fish bag didn't do it lightly or harshly, it was all a deadly attack.

When she ran closer and saw her grandpa like this, with more air coming in and less air coming out, the girl cried to the people around her, "Uncles and uncles, please, please, please my grandpa. He needs to hurry up."

No more."

"Little girl, stop talking nonsense! There is no way your grandfather is dead!" The blue-striped fish bag that was released was clasped tightly on the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, and the fierce look on his face became more and more gloomy.

He and more than a dozen blue-striped fish bags got off the boat, just to investigate this place as soon as possible.

He didn't let anyone disturb the Governor's driving, and there were no problems in other places. But when he arrived, there was an old fisherman who didn't open his eyes and walked slowly.

"What's wrong?"

Just when the blue-striped fish bag was about to step forward to check, a majestic voice came from behind.

I saw a luxurious carriage parked in the middle of the road. A middle-aged man opened the vehicle, looked at the crowd, and asked with a frown.

The dozen or so silver-patterned fish bags accompanying him were riding on the tall horses of the gods, looking down at the people on the roadside from a high position.

One of the silver-striped fish bags had an ugly face, and his brows were furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He looked at the blue-striped fish bag and snorted coldly.

"In my humble position, I have met the Governor and all the Lords of Thousand Households." The blue-striped fish bag immediately knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted the carriage.

"The fisherman blocked the way. I just invited him to the side of the road. Unexpectedly, I was blackmailed by the girl. She said that I seriously injured her grandpa."

The blue-striped fish bag thing was briefly explained, and he did not mention that he directly kicked the person out of the street, but replaced it with "please".

"You lied!" The girl cried louder and louder, sobbing and shouting angrily.

"Cangle, what's going on?" A silver-patterned fish bag standing next to the carriage window asked coldly, his face ashen.

The blue-striped fish bags who were responsible for clearing the road were all his men, but a mistake was made when they were about to leave the ferry. How could he not be angry?

The blue-striped fish bag named Can Le clasped his hands in his fists, lowered his head and glanced back at the girl who was speaking, warning her with a stern look.

But the girl didn't care about the warning in Can Le's eyes and continued to cry, "It's you, it's you who killed my grandpa, you are all bad people!"

Many onlookers who were still shrinking saw that the fisherman on the wooden board had indeed lost his breath. His eyes were widened and he was staring at the sky, as if he could not see the moon. There was a complex and inexplicable expression deep in his eyes.
Chapter completed!