In the dark alley, blood splattered everywhere.

The other party's killing intent was soaring, and the attack was extremely vicious, after a fight, Liu Quan, who was guarding the carriage, had been injured and fell to the ground, life and death were unknown, and only Na Yancheng was trying to block people at this time.

Feng Jiwen, who had never gone out in the car according to the arrangement, grabbed her sleeves tightly, and the sound of fighting outside the car and even the sound of swords cutting through the flesh and skin of her clothes all came into her ears, making her extremely tense, breathing slowly and urgently, and she even forgot how to breathe.

She knew that Liu Quan had fallen to the ground in order to protect her, and even if she didn't die, she was seriously injured.

Na Yancheng is certainly much better than ordinary children's fist and foot skills, but his fists are difficult to defeat many hands, and according to the situation in front of him where the enemy has no intention of retreating, Na Yancheng is undoubtedly in a weak position.

And in this situation where it is extremely difficult to protect himself, he still has to take care of her in the carriage on the one hand, and it is just a force to go on like this!

She must not be able to escape.

A cry of forbearance in pain came closer, and Feng Jiwen only felt a sudden chill and numbness in her back.

She could clearly recognize it as Na Yancheng's voice.

He's hurt!

Feng Jiwen got up suddenly, lifted the curtain with one hand, and shouted loudly: "I know who sent you, what your master wants is only my life! He is Lord Gui's most valued grandson, if there are three longs and two shortcomings, Ah Gui Mansion will make enemies with Jingren Palace afterwards! If you don't want to be questioned by your master, let him go!"

Knowing that there is no chance of winning at this time, it is okay to be alone, but if she has to take someone else's life, it is no longer a question of kindness or not - she just makes the choice that everyone who is about to die will make.

Sure enough, this group of killers dressed in black, whose origin was already very obvious, were signaled by the leader to stop the attack on Na Yancheng when they heard this.

They obviously didn't know Na Yancheng's identity beforehand.

And regardless of whether the identity of Ah Gui's grandson is true or not, at least Feng Jiwen has one sentence that is completely correct - they just want her life.

The leader raised his hand to signal, and a group of black-clothed people immediately slashed in the direction of Feng Jiwen with knives.

"Crescent moon, get out of the way!" Na Yancheng shouted in a hissing voice, he clenched the long sword in his hand and stabbed straight into the back of the heart of a man in black, and protected Feng Jiwen without stopping for a moment.

It was only at this time that Feng Jiwen was able to see the injuries on his body clearly, it turned out that there was far more than the place where Fang had just heard the cry of pain, the robe on his body was torn in many places, and there were blood stains oozing out, especially a wound on his left arm that stained the entire sleeve of his shirt red! The appearance of his face being stained with blood and red eyes was the embarrassment that Feng Jiwen had never seen on him.

He didn't go.

I'd rather die than leave!

Feng Jiwen complained that he was confused, but on the other hand, a burst of tears welled up from her heart, and suddenly she felt that she had added a little strength, so she bent down and picked up the short knife beside Liu Quan and held it tightly in her hand.

The killer only regarded her as a weak female streamer who was caught with her hands tied, but she didn't expect her to dare to fight with a knife while narrowly avoiding his fatal blow, and without taking precautions, the position of her right shoulder near her neck was slashed by her-

If you are more accurate, you can even kill him!

The killer's eyes sank suddenly, and he once again stabbed at Feng Jiwen's face.

At this time, Na Yan Chengfei stepped forward and landed a heavy kick on his waist, and Feng Jiwen took advantage of the gap between his body and shape, holding the knife with both hands and using the greatest strength to insert the blade into his abdomen, so that he had no power to fight back.

"Crescent moon, good job!" Na Yancheng was stunned, but he even grinned at her, as if he was not afraid of the danger in front of him.

And Feng Jiwen didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, when she suddenly felt an awe-inspiring coldness behind her, and turned her head stiffly, only to see that a man in black had gone around to the back of the carriage at some point, wanting to kill her with one blow!

This person strikes extremely quickly, and her chances of dodging are extremely small.

Na Yancheng was entangled by several other people, and he couldn't take care of the situation on her side for a while.

Feng Jiwen took a few steps back, but it was no faster than the sword in the hand of the man in black-

When everything was silent, a sudden force rushed her to the side, firmly blocking her in front of her, and taking the sword for her!

Feng Jiwen's pupils contracted violently, and she watched as the sharp sword pierced Xiao Xing's body.

For a moment, she couldn't even shout.

At this time, Na Yancheng was attacked from behind, and his back was slashed heavily.

After Feng Jiwen's mind was blank for a moment, she suddenly rushed towards him, supporting his crumbling body.

"Let him go!" Feeling the blood coming out of his back from her fingers, Feng Jiwen almost red-eyed and hissed.

"Crescent moon...... I'm not going. Na Yancheng almost couldn't stand still, and his tone of voice was trembling with pain, but he still didn't hesitate for a moment, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at the remaining ten or so people in black, and said, "If I hadn't died, I wouldn't have left you." ”

"Look for death!" the man in black spit out coldly, and the sword light in his hand was compelling.

……

The area around Qihelou Street is in chaos at the moment.

An old man with silver braids stood in front of the gate of the mansion with a cane and led people to tremble with anger: "It turns out that this is the third son of Duke Fu -- in order to compete for merit with the government, he actually led someone to break into the house without permission! The old man has been an official for 50 years, and he has never seen or heard of this, and today is really an eye-opener!"

"Even the Fang family dares to search it......" The onlookers discussed.

This old man is Fang Jing, the former editor-in-chief of the Hanlin Academy, an official who just resigned three years ago, and is quite prestigious in Beijing.

"I was ordered to arrest the thief, and I didn't dare to leave a single household missing, and I looked at Haihan where I was offended. Fukangan frowned and said, but his gaze did not fall on the old man for a moment.

Seeing his appearance of treating himself without any respect, the old man became more and more angry, and asked Fu Kangan: "Then dare to ask Fu San Gongzi if he has a search warrant!"

According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, even if you are the Son of Heaven, you must not forcibly break into people's houses for no reason, and now the saint attaches great importance to the voice of the people, how can he allow Fukangan to search door to door?

This is simply a false preaching!

In the face of his aggressive questioning, Fukangan had no intention of saying more, and had nothing to say, so he only allowed his words to become more and more intense.

"Third Master, it's not a way for you to search like this...... Beijing is so big, you are looking for it from house to house, when will you find it?" Fu Yingming persuaded so tactfully, but in fact, he also disagreed with Fu Kangan's behavior of knowing the law and breaking the law.

Fukangan's frowning brows never relaxed.

If there was another way, he would not have made such a decision.

He searched all the way, found nothing, and alarmed many people with status, but I was afraid that in two hours at most, he would have to be escorted to the palace to ask for guilt.

Asking about the sin is small, but the futile effort is not great!

Fukang was anxious, and his eyes swept over the onlookers.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on an inconspicuous man.

After looking carefully for a while, seeing that the other party turned around and left the crowd silently, Fukangan's expression changed slightly.

"Fuying!"