At the foot of Jialan Temple Mountain, a luxuriously decorated carriage rushed into the crowd like lightning, driving away the vendors setting up stalls in front of it and the people who came to offer incense. The mountain road was uneven, and the carriage stumbled up and down.
bumpy.
In this era, wealthy nobles were superior to others, so these ordinary people waited until the carriage was far away before they dared to curse in a low voice.
The vendors whose items had been knocked over were tearfully picking them up.
"Make way in front! Make way!"
A young man wearing a brocade shirt was walking forward with two servants. Suddenly he heard a commotion behind him. He turned his head instinctively and saw a carriage driving like a gust of wind. The crowds were running away like a tidal wave.
Snacks and baskets were flying all over the place and scattered all over the floor.
The carriage rushed straight towards him, and the driver kept waving his whip and shouting hard.
Several times the carriage almost hit people, but the driver continued to speed up.
The young man maintained that he came from a wealthy family, snorted coldly, raised his hand to dust off the unnecessary dust on his clothes, and just as he was about to scold the carriage to stop, he was thrown to the ground by a nimble follower beside him with quick eyesight and hands.
"Master, be careful!"
The entourage let out an exclamation, hugged the young man and rolled on the ground like a rubber ball. They rolled to a small stall on the roadside and crushed several candles placed on the stall. They were covered with
Brown paper money.
The carriage sped past in an instant.
"Nonsence!"
The young man also took a mouthful of mud and spat it out.
Another servant, who had been frightened earlier, rushed over and helped the young man with an anxious look on his face. He asked with concern, "Master, are you not injured in the fall?"
"I'm so angry!"
It's early spring now, and it's just getting warmer. The ground in the north is still very hard. When the young man fell, his elbow hit the ground first, and as a result, he broke a layer of skin. At this time, there was a burning pain from the wound.
The young man shouted in pain, "Check for me, check carefully! I must find out for me whose carriage it is, how dare you hit me without opening your eyes!"
I must make him look good!"
"Look at the logo on the carriage, it seems to belong to the Jing Mansion." The servant who helped the young man deliberately lowered his voice and replied.
The attendant who knocked the young man down also got up at this time, and was shocked when he heard this, "Which Jingfu?"
"Is there a second Jingfu in the capital?" the servant asked again.
The young man in a brocade shirt was startled when he heard this.
He came from a noble family, and his ancestor was a military general who founded the country. Because of his contribution to opening up territories and supporting the country, the late emperor gave him a title.
Therefore, I know the Jing family relatively well, as they also come from a family of military commanders.
"It turned out to be the carriage belonging to Marquis Jing Xianjing's house, so forget it." The young man stood there blankly for a while, looked at the direction in which the carriage was going, and murmured softly.
At this time, the vendor who had his items crushed by the young man had a grimace on his face and cautiously stepped forward and said, "Sir, you crushed the candle on the small stall earlier."
"Didn't you see that my young master was almost hit by a carriage just now? Didn't he do it on purpose?" The entourage who helped the young man patted off a few pieces of paper money stuck to the young man's body. He felt depressed in his heart. It was really bad luck that this thing was for the dead.
He groaned angrily.
Another attendant also opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "If I want to blame you, I can only blame the owner of the carriage. Why do you still want my young master to compensate you?"
The young man was dressed in brocade clothes, and he looked like a son of a wealthy family. The small merchant knew that he could not afford to offend him and did not dare to talk back. He just kept bending down and bowing in a bitter tone.
Setting up a stall here is just a small business, and you can just make some money at the end of the day. Now that the candle has been crushed, it seems that it can't be sold. The vendor is so distressed that he almost sheds tears. The carriage is running very fast on the street.
, the decoration is luxurious, it must not be an ordinary home.
Moreover, he ran far away in the blink of an eye. Even if he wanted to ask for compensation, he couldn't catch up.
"Pay him the price."
At this time, the young man in Jinyi was brought back to his senses by the voices of several people, and he waved his hands gently.
The two followers were a little reluctant, but the young master spoke and they did not dare to disobey.
The attendant on the left took out a bunch of money from his cuff and threw it into the merchant's arms, "Here, here you go!"
A bunch of money was worth a hundred copper coins, which was quite substantial. The vendor felt a burst of pain in his chest when he was suddenly hit, but his face showed joy because those candles were not worth so much money. "Thank you, sir."
,Thank you, sir!”
"Stay here and don't leave." The man in the brocade shirt was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, "The owner of the carriage is not an unreasonable person. If you continue to put the broken candle on the stall, the family will definitely wait.
I will come here with money to compensate.”
"Yes, I will listen to the young master!" The merchant nodded respectfully.
The young man in the brocade shirt stepped away with his two followers.
"What do you think happened to Jingfu? Why are you driving the carriage so fast on the crowded street?" The young man asked curiously, holding his hands on his chest.
The two attendants looked at each other and couldn't answer.
"One of you two should go back and send a message to the government." After saying this, the young man in the golden shirt quickened his pace and walked in the direction of Jialan Temple.
Sitting in the bumpy carriage, Yao's mother kept urging the coachman to go faster.
Somehow, not long after returning to Jialan Temple, she became more and more panicked, as if something bad was about to happen.
Recalling that Mrs. Xian's eyelids suddenly started to twitch before, she was worried about whether there was any danger on Jiang Long's side.
It was precisely because of her anxiety that the coachman drove the carriage wildly on the street.
As for the few guards who followed her back, they had already followed her orders and rode their horses to catch up with Jialan Temple.
When we arrived at the foot of the mountain at Shangjialan Temple, the carriage had just stopped. Yao's mother jumped down without anyone's support. Her body tilted and she almost fell.
The driver hurriedly stepped forward to help.
After standing firm, Yao's mother shook off the driver's hand and ran towards the mountain along the hillside path. She gave instructions to the driver: "Stay here and don't go away. If something happens later, we will send someone to you."
You go back to your hometown and report the news."
"Yes!" The driver respectfully accepted the order.
Mother Yao ran all the way up the mountain, panting from exhaustion and almost unable to move her legs.
However, when I saw a Jingfu guard running towards the temple with an arrow stuck in his back and being supported by two other guards, I was startled and my legs suddenly gained strength again.
He rushed over there quickly and asked loudly, "What's wrong? What happened? Where is the young master?"
The three guards stopped when they heard Yao's mother's voice.
"The young master was ambushed and attacked by a group of masked men. I rushed back to ask for help!" The injured guard endured the pain in the wound and replied.
"What?" Yao's mother turned pale with fright. She took a few steps forward and grabbed the injured guard's clothes, "Where is the young master? Is he injured?"
"In the forest, the young master was not injured before he came."
Mother Yao wanted to ask again, but the injured guard said urgently: "Let's go to the Forbidden Army for help first. If you have any questions, you can ask me later!"
The other two guards were the ones who had returned with Yao's mother earlier, and then came to Jialan Temple first according to Yao's mother's order. They asked others and found out about Jiang Long's route to visit Jialan Temple, and happened to meet him along the way.
The injured guard.
At this time, the two guards spoke in agreement.
Nothing is more important now than calling for reinforcements!
Mother Yao has been in charge for many years. She is usually very cautious and steady, and she is also very calm when things happen. However, she was too concerned about Jiang Long, so she panicked for a moment.
After hearing the reminder from the guards, she immediately nodded, "I will accompany you to find the commander of the forbidden army."
A group of four people quickly ran into the temple. After seeing Cheng Wu, Yao's mother had calmed down.
"Sir Cheng, my young master was attacked over there at Luohan Hall. Please send the imperial army to rescue him immediately!" After seeing Cheng Wu's figure, a guard shouted loudly from a distance away.
Cheng Wu turned his head and looked at the four people. He was stunned when he saw that one of them still had an arrow stuck in his back.
What's going on? The people in the palace were quite arrogant beforehand, especially the guards. They still drew their swords brazenly when faced with themselves and many forbidden troops.
How come this is so much effort, and why did someone get injured?
"What happened?" Cheng Wu frowned and strode over to greet him.
The injured guard told him roughly what had happened, and once again urged Cheng Wu to quickly dispatch the Imperial Army sergeants to rescue him.
Cheng Wu looked solemn when he heard this, but his heart was slightly moved.
If he didn't send someone to rescue him, or if he delayed it on purpose, wouldn't Jing Jianglong be dead?
Yes, just like this, it will relieve the bad breath in my heart!
Cheng Wu was not a generous person. One of his corps commanders was killed before, and then he saw a guard from the Jing Mansion chop off the entire arm of an entourage of a foreign envoy. He wanted to take the person, but was greatly humiliated by the guards from the Jing Mansion. Waiting
Xiao Jing showed how powerful he was, but he was ignored by Mrs. Jing again and was treated like a wooden stake for a long time, which made him lose face.
Originally, I was thinking about when I would find the opportunity to take revenge on the Jing family, but I didn't want to take revenge in this world. This opportunity came to me in the blink of an eye.
Mother Yao was born and raised in a wealthy family like Jingfu, and she is used to intrigues and intrigues.
After she calmed down, her eyes were fixed on Cheng Wu.
Seeing that Cheng Wu didn't answer at first, and then his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist tightened unconsciously, and his eyes moved slightly, he knew that this person was trying to play tricks.
Now my young master is in an endless crisis. If he delays for a moment, his life may be in danger.
The sooner reinforcements arrive, the better.
So Yao's mother, who has always been kind-hearted, changed her usual style, suddenly took a step forward, her eyes flashed with sharp light, and shouted loudly: "Cheng, don't try to use any means to delay time. I will put my words today."
here!
Regardless of whether my young master was killed because the reinforcements did not arrive in time, I, the Jing family, will destroy your entire family and destroy your descendants!"
As soon as these words came out, Cheng Wu's expression changed drastically.
The Forbidden Army sergeants standing around all had their eyes widened.
Who is this woman?
What a loud tone!
How dare you make unreasonable noises against their leader.
When Xiao Jing reminded Cheng Wu earlier, these sergeants were not present. How could they know how powerful Jingfu was?
Several sergeants who usually had Cheng Wu's trust, and a few who wanted to curry favor with Cheng Wu, rolled up their sleeves and slowly surrounded him.
As long as Cheng Wu gives the order, they will make this woman look good!
However, Cheng Wu's face was full of anger at first, but his subsequent reaction was beyond their expectations.