Lu Chuan saw that there was a long wound on this person's tiger's mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Since there is a wound... The poisoning would explain it.

The leader of the Praetorian Guards had murderous intent in his eyes, he stepped forward, his chest fell together, he gasped for breath, and said in a thick guttural voice: "Are you cured or not!"

He has already broken three brothers, and if you add this one it becomes four. He had a hundred men under his command, but now there were ninety-seven left.

Jiang Shaoqing on the side blocked half of his face with a fan, revealing a pair of narrow beautiful eyes and looked at the leader, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, it was really retribution, if he knew that he still had two subordinates, he had been beaten to death by his family at this time, and then dragged to bury them hastily...

Hehe.

In order to control their loyalty, Empress Dowager Zhang gave each person an independent message. Unless the leader of the Praetorian Guard personally went to ask Empress Dowager Zhang what orders the two had received...... But even then it was too late.

The more you do, the more you make mistakes, and the more you expose, the more people die. Empress Dowager Zhang is still too anxious.

Su Jun on the side also opened his eyes, and his eyes went back and forth to Xuan'er's figure of the leader in his heart, and after a while, he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his thoughts, and his handsome face was stained with a trace of worry. I don't know if they have a disguise, but it's not difficult to remember a person by their physical appearance......

At this time, Lu Chuan put the wooden stick on the tip of his nose and sniffed, well, sweet, this smell is like sugar mixed with a fragrant grass and wood smell, it seems that the poison is related to this.

Lu Chuan said: "It's not that I'm not cured, you also saw that he has died." As for the cause of death, it was the toxin in the mucus that entered the body along the wound, I see that you are also a capable person, and if you have the kung fu to find me here, it is better to find the murderer to take revenge. ”

After saying that, Lu Chuan threw the wooden stick, clapped his hands and got up.

Murderer?

The leading man turned sharply, narrowing his eyes dangerously at everyone onlookers. His men dispersed with a thud, and immediately surrounded the people.

"All in!"

"Over there, get back quickly!"

Someone was unceremoniously carried back. Including the man who delivered salt water to Lu Chuan, he was also pushed into the encirclement like an animal.

The anger suddenly became weird.

Bastard!

That's how he caught the murderer?

A wave of anger rose in Lu Chuan's heart, and when he wanted to take a step forward to speak, he was stopped tightly by Su Jun's iron arm stretched out.

"Shhhhhh It wasn't until Lu Chuan quieted down and looked into his eyes and nodded that he was willing to let go of her.

The man's black boots creaked as they stepped on the hot sand. He raised his hand to untie the double knives in his waist and abdomen, and the low and hoarse male voice spit out in everyone's ears with a hot temperature.

"Take the initiative to stand up, and you don't have to die. He wiped his knife as he swept the faces of the crowd with a gloomy look.

At this time, the local people of the capital, refugees, and caravans were all mixed in.

"Isn't that you?"

The frightened ordinary people knelt down with a thud, he was yellow and thin, his expression was full of panic, and his calloused hands kept waving: "It's not me..."

The leader stepped forward, narrowed his eyes at him, and spat out softly, "Who do you think it is?" or who do you see?"

His voice was deep and soft, like a tiger about to hunt down its prey, silently arching its hind legs.

Behind him, Lu Chuan's movements sped up a little, put his tools in the bag, took the pen and ink from the stage, wrote down a prescription, and quickly stuffed it to Liao Ying.

Shaoqing of Dali Temple on the side felt that the scene in front of him was too scary, so he simply volunteered to buy medicine.

Liu Qing is just the nephew of Liu Wei, the secretary of the Dali Temple of the Liu family in the capital, entrusted Liu Wei's relationship and found a deputy position as a young master.

His father was on duty in the Criminal Department, and the Criminal Department was in charge of small cases. Speaking of which, a dignified seven-foot man was afraid of blood, and he really lost the face of his ancestors. And he is not good at studying, and he can't make a big climate by visiting the kiln all day long, so he was ruthlessly thrown by his father to Dali Temple to experience.

Before, when the prime minister's wife spurted blood by herself, he was afraid to burrow under the table.

Now that so many people are gathered here, he can't get under the table anymore......

Liu Qing took Miao Ying's money bag and ran away, looking at Lu Chuan's eyes, he was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Chuan was protected by Su Jun, and Jiang Shaoqing also looked at these guards with a serious expression.

Everyone's hearts were raised, and the kneeling man was trembling like a sieve with fright at the moment, and his crotch trembled uncontrollably, and the wet liquid quickly soaked the ground under his knees, "It's not me, and I don't know who it is!"

"Then ......," said the chief, the knife in his hand moved to his neck.

Jiang Shaoqing shook his fan, straightened his waist and abdomen, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, what about Shaoqing of Dali Temple? Isn't he in charge of reviewing the case? Isn't it just that the matter of finding the murderer is handed over to Dali Temple?"

As soon as Jiang Shaoqing said this, the common people looked at him gratefully.

The knife in the leader's hand was still on the man's neck and did not move, he slowly turned his head sideways, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he squinted: "Shaoqing of Dali Temple?"

That waste?

"Lord Jiang, do you think you are stupid or am I stupid? Why don't Lord Jiang personally catch the murderer for me?

"......" Jiang Shaoqing rolled his eyes and coughed weakly.

At this moment, a sweaty soldier ran in the alley and whispered in front of the leader.

"The Queen Mother said, cut the grass without leaving roots. ”

The leader nodded, he also thought that maybe the assassin and the poisoner were in the same group, so the knife in his hand used some force.

Then the soldier walked up to Li Hongliang again, "My lord, Niangniang said that everything will be handled by her guards." ”

Li Hongliang nodded and stood silently aside.

At this moment, a trace of blood appeared on the neck of the kneeling man, and he trembled even more, and the sweat on his forehead was swishling, and his eyes were wide because of fear, and his lips were trembling so much that he could not even say words begging for mercy......

The killing intent on the other party's body made him feel deep despair and suffocation.

Finally, his chest rose and fell violently, and he sobbed like a child.

The hundreds of people behind him were all trembling. The entire city of Chang'an was silent.

"Then die!" the leader raised his hand, and the knife fell sharply, and the head of the black hole was cut off by him, flying dozens of paces away.

The flying head was still terrified, still crying, still opening its mouth, trying to breathe desperately.

But the next moment, he felt himself flying, and he spun in the air with a look of astonishment, and saw his headless body lying in a pool of blood, scarlet blood splattering on the faces of those around him.

And their expressions were the same as they were before he died!

Eventually, with a pop, he fell to the ground in despair and closed his eyes.