Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

Wen Xiaozhong followed behind the prince and his party. He raised his head and his eyes were blank, like an idle man with nothing to do.

After crossing the street all the way, when the prince went to a family to ask for greetings, Wen Xiaozhong also took the opportunity to change his clothes, and even the turban changed.

This is a basic skill, he is very easy to use.

His gaze wandered around, lowering his head from time to time, adjusting his eyes.

——You must integrate yourself into the crowd, and there is no place worth paying attention to.

This is the West Street in the outer city, Cai He in the back, and the former martial arts in front.

The prince came to appreciate the people's feelings, and the neighbors all came out very enthusiastically.

The prince had been chatting in it for a long time, and when he came out, he could clearly see some smiles, showing that the family had a good life.

Feng Jing, the governor of Kaifeng, was on the side, and he was very happy when he saw it.

Come to see the people's feelings above, of course, the richer the better, the prince saw the joy, and everyone is safe.

Hello everyone, is it really good!

This Feng Jing is Fu Bi's son-in-law, and later generations are rumored to be "wrongly treating Feng Jing as a ma Liang".

At this moment, he greeted him and said with a smile: "The official family is kind, and this world has responded to it. In recent years, Kaifeng Mansion is regarded as a grain harvest, very peaceful!"

Zhao Shu nodded slightly and said, "The people in Kaifeng Prefecture are looking at a good life, but some places are said to be inhabited by the poor ..."

This is beating.

Do n’t think that I do n’t know that it ’s so greasy, I know those places that are invisible, but I do n’t want to have an attack.

Feng Jing sighed: "Yes, Kaifeng's population is growing more and more. Now the poor will gather together and the rich will gather together. Kaifeng has never intervened ... This is the kind of thing."

Zhao Shu frowned: "To reach out more hands, don't you have any golden fat pill now? There are also good days for farming."

Bianliang City is a magnet, attracting countless poor people to dig for gold, the most of which are farmers who have lost their land.

In the past, it was difficult to cultivate land, but now with Jinfeidan, there is also a way out.

Feng Jing accompanied him to go out and said: "Jin Feidan still has to look at the next year's harvest, but Xiaguan went to see it. It was indeed awesome, and used Jin Feidan's long and strong. Shen An got it out This thing, countless living people ... counts as a great merit. "

The two came out while talking, and behind them, the male host of that family gave each other joy.

What a picture to understand the sentiments of the people.

Those people met with awe and said that the prince was kind, and others said that Feng Zhifu was a good official. The atmosphere of great joy for a while filled people, making people think that this is the advent of a prosperous world.

Wen Xiaozhong is on the edge. He is not interested in the so-called flourishing age, but is only concerned about his ‘home’.

He was an orphan. He was taken away by Mr. Wen's people to practice his killing skills. His companions were indifferent, so he never felt at home.

Later, he escaped, trying to get rid of the place where people felt that the bones and scum were chilling.

Mr. Kewen is so powerful that he cannot resist it alone.

It was at this time that Chen Zhong happily sent it to the door.

He has heard of the name Shen An, such as Lei Guan'er, so his first reaction was to surrender, to avoid Mr. Wen's pursuit through the Shen family.

He had this idea in the beginning, but was later seen through by Shen An.

That time he was besieged outside the city, those former companions gave him a cold hand ...

He almost couldn't come back.

He was forced to enter the city, and confusedly felt that only Yulin Lane was his home.

But he thought he would die on the road, but when he woke up, he found himself at home.

Home!

That was the first time he had such a thought.

Shen An did not abandon Mr. Wen because he was afraid of him, which made Wen Xiaozhong feel at home.

Guoguo never looked down on him, and sometimes even made some "gourmet food" for him.

The taste of ‘food’ is so good! ’

Wen Xiaozong smiled at the corner of her mouth, then narrowed her eyes.

There is a Taoist temple in front of the West Street. Outside the door of the Taoist temple, a group of Taoists are coming.

The Taoist is not strange, but the two Taoists who fell behind have problems.

Their eyes heard that the race was too familiar, it was that kind of indecision.

There is nothing else in the world to worry about, and the best stimulus is to kill.

This kind of eyes and ears have also been there, so he is very familiar.

Zhao Shu began to turn to the right, and the accompanying guards routinely surrounded him, but nobody was alert.

Such precautions are erroneous in Wen Xiaozhong's eyes. If he is willing, Zhao Shu will have to die here today.

You do n’t know how powerful Mr. Wen is!

Wen Xiaozhong drilled flexibly among the crowd, and suddenly a person in front of him stopped.

"You are a small race."

Wen Xiaozhong didn't even look at him, whispered: "Someone saw ..."

The face of the roadblock changed drastically and shouted, "Yong!"

This is a code sign indicating a problem.

There was more restlessness in the crowd around, and someone was exclaiming: "What do you push something for? Do it!"

"You still ... Someone touched the old lady!"

"Hahahaha!"

It ’s a bit noisy now, this is the imperial assassin who is being alarmed

The audible race knew it was useless, so he started to accelerate.

Zhao Shu was guarded and mounted, surrounded by cavalry, seemingly invulnerable.

But among those Taoists, someone raised the blowpipe.

Wen Xiaozheng's face was still indifferent, he raised his hand and waved.

There was a little bit in the eyes of the Taoist who raised the blowpipe.

Xiao Zhuzi penetrated through his eyes and reached the brain, and the Taoist slowly fell to the ground with one hand over his eyes.

This is a fatal injury!

The other Taoist was turning the wind, the moment his companion fell, he turned and ran.

Everyone was watching the prince, watching him being surrounded by him and going away.

The Taoists only noticed that a companion fell to the ground. Someone went to help, but exclaimed: "It's not the people we watch!"

"What about Xuanchi?"

"Dead!"

"There is something in his eyes!"

The Taoists panicked.

"shut up!"

Zhang Baian appeared, and he glanced at these Taoists and said, "Distinguish."

Behind him were many great men, and Taoists tweeted about their innocence, and then they were all brought into view.

Zhang Baian squatted on the edge of the corpse, reached out and easily pulled out the small drill, without measuring the length, he said: "Straight into the brain, one blow is fatal. There are many good hands under the fifty second hand It is the best of them. But our people have found the man before, the shields are ready, and his blowpipe can't hurt the prince. "

Someone behind him said, "Everyone knows that it is shocking to hear that the race is quick. If he does it today, the prince may be in danger."

Zhang Baian coldly said: "There are bows and arrows around."

But after seeing Wen Xiaozong's lightning-fast shot, Zhang Baian also felt that today is very dangerous.

If Wen Xiaozong's small drill just pointed at Zhao Shu ...

Bow and arrow too late!

He was afraid in his heart, but said coldly: "There is another person, Wen Xiaozhong has chased down, there must be someone else to answer. Go, help him."

Since he is his own, Zhang Ba Nian never put him in danger.

The people of the Imperial City Division held the knife handle with one hand, divided into two paths, and ran around the West Street.

Wen Xiaozhong has chased Yinanqiao.

This is the worst corner of the North City, and the worst part, with few people.

Taoist temple on the left and Taoist temple on the right. Taoism is dense here, and it can be seen that in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, Taoism is still far behind.

The place under the city wall is dark and wet, and most people would not live here.

The bridge deck is paved with stone slabs. Because the time is too long, the stone slabs are green, and those moss coats thrive in this place where few people come.

In the cold weather, several unknown plants have decayed in the crevices of the stone slabs, and are listlessly moving with the wind.

Caihe enters Bianliang City from here, and Yinan Bridge is the first bridge of Caihe ...

Three people were fishing by the river.

When you come out to fish in cold weather, you are not sick if you are sick.

They were wearing hats, and instead of fishing rods, they held wooden sticks.

The three of them looked up and squinted at the race.

Wen Xiaozhong turned around, and there were two behind him.

No need to look ahead, there are the most people there, five.

He dropped his right hand, when he had held the short blade.

"Ten people besieged, is Mr. Wen so afraid of someone?"

On both ends of the bridge, the old companions wearing hats are approaching.

"You are rebellious."

Wen Xiaozhong smiled, "Rebellion, does he think he is the emperor?"

A man said in a deep voice: "Mr. Wen said, go back with us at this moment, you still have life."

Wen Xiaozhong turned back again and faced the five people directly.

"It was cold all day long, and those people screamed at us every day, let us remember what national hatred and hatred, but where is the so-called country? What is the so-called home hatred ... and how is it related? Let you remember for life that you are alive to kill people, that is walking dead. "

The cold wind blew through, and Wen's words were blown away, and there was no response.

The five people in the front looked up slowly, and five pairs of mulan's eyes fixed on him.

At that time, Wen Xiaozhong also had such a look, but now he is more angry.

The five people's right hands hang down, the short blade slides down, and when the knife handle slides into the palm of the hand, the five fingers gather and hold tightly ...

His eyes turned cold, and the headed man whispered: "Are you sorry?"

Wen Xiaozhong also held a short blade in his hand, he did not shake his head, because it would affect his judgment.

"Do not!"

"kill him."

In a very calm sentence, the three assassins under the bridge discarded the sticks and wondered when there were more bows and arrows in their hands.

The two behind separated, leaving a road in the middle.

There are three bows aiming, this road is a dead end.

Wen Xiaozhong can only break forward from the front.

He stepped off the bridge one step, and an arrow flew behind him.

He avoided the angle of the bow and arrow and walked forward step by step.

In front of them are the five previous companions, but at the moment no one shows any affection.

"Live reward!"

Suddenly spread this sentence across the bridge, with hate.

Wen Xiaozong's body stiffened, and he lowered his head slightly, and said, "Why wouldn't some eleven come out without him to lead the team, you are ..."

A man across the bridge opened Dou Li, and said secretly: "Yes, someone is here. Today is yours ..."

Wen Xiaozong's arm waved violently, and the man squatted subconsciously.

The expected little drill didn't come, the man just got up, and Wen Xiaozong rushed back.

He is not afraid of bows and arrows?

"Slay him!"

Wen Xiaozhong rushed to the bridge ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The three bows moved slowly.

"He's so fast?"

The man's eyes shrank and said, "He has been hiding awkwardly. This rebellion kills him!"

Wen Xiaozhong's speed suddenly increased, and three arrows fell through.

He dashed across the Yinan Bridge, and the man stepped back slightly, letting another assassin step forward.

"Sure enough, you are regarded as grass mustard!"

Wen Xiaozong waved his knife, and after several blocks, the short blade cut the opponent's chin from a weird angle, and almost cut his throat.

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