There are two atmospheres inside and outside the house,
There are endless footsteps outside the house, and anyone who listens will get goosebumps. The feeling in the ears makes people's minds uncontrollably full.
But inside the house, it's different.
You could hear a needle drop, and there were two men in white standing behind the door. Their eyes were introverted and downcast, and their hands were slightly clenched, as if they were suppressing, but also looking forward to, as if they were about to take action at any time.
There was a young man sitting above the window, as calm as water, with a hint of joking in the corner of his mouth.
And sitting in the lobby was a man wearing only obscene clothes. He was shaken into chaff and his eyes were dull.
The rest were leaning lazily on a table, with their eyes narrowed, demure and elegant. Next to him stood a woman with tough eyes and a hint of a smile.
Rong, upper lip biting the lower lip lightly.
Directly in front of her was a man, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes filled with amusement, but standing in front of them like a barrier.
Standing next to him was a man with a body as thick as a mountain. He wore burlap clothes. He didn't look fierce but looked more naive. He just looked at his face, but he couldn't help but take a step back to be careful.
These two people were flanked by countless government servants armed with killing sticks. Among them was a short man with a gentle expression. The man smiled softly, but made people feel gentle. His eyes could see through people's hearts.
Looking in the direction of the door.
Beside these people, stood a young man in brocade robes, with silent gaze in his eyes, one hand behind his back, and one hand hanging on his waist, as if he was guarding against something, but it gave people a warm feeling.
He was surrounded by men in black and white collared shirts on both sides. These men were restrained and low-pitched, with alert eyes, but there was no hint of seriousness in their eyes.
"Ahem, cough, cough. He can't say anything anymore. Let's kill him." Zhang Xuan coughed.
He has little patience and doesn't like to do long-winded things.
No one refuted for a while, Qin Sihan said: "Jingqiu."
"exist."
The man shadowed under the window stepped out with a low voice.
"Will it kill people?"
Qin Sihan asked. He didn't know why he asked this. He just felt that the person in front of him had a gentle and noble air. If Xu Yi hadn't told him that this person was a subordinate, he would have doubted what purpose this person had by his side.
"My subordinates can't, but he himself can." After Jingqiu finished speaking, Changzi stood up unsteadily and bumped his head against the corner of the table. Blood spurted out. There was only a plop, and Changzi fell straight to the ground.
,
Without a trace of life,
But Jingqiu had already knelt on the ground and said: "This subordinate deserves to die, I have seen blood."
Qin Sihan was silent. Isn't this method better?
Is there any worse way to die than being forced to commit suicide by the enemy? This Jingqiu is somewhat interested.
Qin Sihan found it interesting.
"You really don't know how to kill?" Tan Sihan didn't seem to hear the footsteps outside, nor did he care. A pair of eyes looked over from the room, and he pinched Jingqiu's chin and said.
Jingqiu's eyebrows were visibly nervous, and she even wanted to rush out, but she was overcome with patience and replaced it with a few words, "I don't dare to lie in front of you."
"Get up."
"By the way, who do you call your master?" Qin Sihan asked.
Jingqiu said: "Brother Bo said that he will lead his subordinates to recognize their master. Only after he agrees can they call you master."
Qin Sihan was silent and waved his hand,
Jingqiu stood behind Tan Sihan, her eyes as dead as fish, without any trace of emotion.
Ji Xuan leaned on the table, turning a blind eye to the scene and hearing nothing, with her eyes closed, believing that no one would believe that there were hundreds of people standing outside their door.
"Stop."
After a long time, Ji Xuan spoke. As he spoke, he opened his eyes and looked at the door. Some figures could be vaguely seen outside.
Under the moonlight, there were dancing figures, and the dusk seemed a bit ghostly.
Qin Sihan couldn't help but said: "Yes, stop."
"Mu Qing, how many people are there?"
Qin Sihan turned his head and looked at the person standing directly below Xu Yi. His eyes were deep and unfocused.
"Four hundred to five hundred."
"My subordinate has brought some news. Ran Ruo." Xu Yi gave the order like a ruffian.
"Cao Kun and those officials probably support nearly a thousand people. And this time..." At this point, the subordinate named Ranruo stopped talking.
"Brother Bai really didn't come?" Tan Sihan was very flustered and asked with a sigh.
He found that standing here, he couldn't seriously consider anything at all.
He didn't know when, in this situation, he had become accustomed to seeing a figure like that in his sight.
"Brother Bo said that he would not leave the ruined temple without your order. He should be in his house at the moment." Xu Yi said.
Seeing that Qin Sihan's eyes seemed to be a bit depressed, he continued: "Your safety will be responsible for the spring, summer and autumn. Master, you must learn to grow on your own."
Hearing the last words, Tan Sihan glared at Xu Yi, his eyes were like lightning. Xu Yi fell down with a snap. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and stood firm, but he was still far away from Tan Sihan.
"People inside, you have been surrounded. Now put down your weapons and surrender, and we can still talk."
However, the answer to Xu Yi's panic was a domineering voice, with a loudspeaker, rushing in as if to directly pierce their eardrums.
Ji Xuan said directly: "Impossible. This matter cannot be discussed. You must plead guilty and be punished."
In his opinion, he wants these people to plead guilty and receive punishment, and those who are innocent do not need to participate and can do whatever they need to do.
"Why bother? The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Is a good official more important than life?" A question came from outside, seeming to be disdainful and unbelieving.
I feel like I'm just pretending, and we'll be able to negotiate conditions later.
Fang Wu said calmly: "Be careful."
There are only two words, and the sound when spoken is not loud, but it has an indelible feeling.
Therefore, it can be heard clearly both inside and outside the house.
She remembered what her master said: to do something, you must be worthy of yourself at all times and withstand others' overturning.
Ji Xuan continued: "We have nothing to talk about. Today, either you will explain your crimes clearly, or I will die."
This sentence makes you feel like you are ready to die, but you can still smell a bit of laziness.
But the tone of voice is so inviting that one explores the power and status of the speaker.
"Uproar." With a sound, the door of the teahouse was pushed open. The person walking up the steps was wearing a poinsettia robe, but his face was covered by something.
He looked at the two of you who were standing in front of him, with their backs to him, and said: "If I were you, I would not follow a master like this, asking you to come out and fight to the death, while I hide behind and enjoy myself."