But she is by no means Zhen Yue, just the family of an unknown Qing Dynasty official, according to the identification method taught by the history teacher, it can be seen that this woman is not a Manchu, because she is wearing the clothes of a Han woman, accompanied by an old mother, a maid, a housekeeper, a nurse, a genuine official lady.

There was such a big place in the Guandi Temple, Liu Yan stared at the people, and the young lady inadvertently turned around, looked at each other, and suddenly turned her face crimson, and quickly turned her face away.

When the old mother saw this detail, she was a little displeased, stared at this side viciously, and whispered something to the person who looked like a housekeeper.

The butler had a gray beard, and the braids on the back of his head were also gray, and he looked shrewd and capable, and he also looked at this side twice, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

These uninvited guests are all big men with a height of eight feet and swords, could it be that they are bandits and horses?

The housekeeper walked up to a middle-aged man and whispered, the middle-aged man was meditating cross-legged, dressed in a strong suit, with thick and dark braids around his neck, his temples slightly convex, and a red tasseled spear leaning on the wall next to him.

The practitioner nodded, got up and walked towards this side, not taking his red tassel gun, unarmed, as if he wanted to coil the other party's seabed.

These details were all looked at by Liu Yan, but he remained silent, just quietly broke the shell gun in his arms and opened the hammer.

Lian Jiazi approached and accosted Lei Meng: "Your boss is helping?" "A mouthful of Beijing accent.

Lei Meng was stunned, and he didn't understand what the other party meant.

Liu Yanzhi's intensive training during this period of time did not learn to go into the belly of a dog, he immediately understood that the other party meant to ask if you are in the gang, this is the incision of the Qing Gang, Omi Mansion is next to the Huai River, it is the scope of activities of the Groove Gang, and the Groove Gang is also one of the branches of the Green Gang, and the soldiers selected by the crossing group are all soldiers with high force value, and it is reasonable to be mistaken for people in the gang.

"We are merchants from Nanyang, our lord was enjoying the rain on the mountain, and accidentally fell and injured his leg, thank you for letting me wait in to avoid the rain." Liu Yanzhi took up the conversation with his hand, he spoke standard Mandarin, which sounded somewhat similar to Beijing films, but it was obviously not.

Lian Jiazi was a little surprised, he had traveled south and north for so many years, he could listen to and speak all local dialects, and he had never heard such a strange accent, so he said: "Zhao Shunchen in the Wudart Bureau of Xiajing Town, dare to ask Zun Driver?" ”

Liu Yan said straightly: "Our master's surname is Zhou, his name is Jiarui, he is a wealthy businessman in Java, and we are all his subordinates, surnamed Liu, Liu Yanzhi." ”

"Fortunately." Zhao Fuchen retreated and gave the housekeeper a reassuring look.

The housekeeper's heart was also put back in his stomach, what kind of person is Zhao Fuchen, the number of people in the Beijing Dart Bureau, originally Zhao Ye was a dart who took the line of Kulun, but he couldn't stand his own heavy money, so he single-handedly escorted the family members of the prefect from Beijing, Zhao Ye has been going south and north for so many years, and there are no storms on the rivers and lakes, he said that it is okay, then it must be fine.

When Zhao Fuchen and Liu Yanzhi were talking, the young lady had been secretly glancing over here, she was so big, she didn't go out of the door, except for the male relatives and servants in the family, she basically didn't see any men outside.

In the deserted village and wild store, the wind and rain were combined, as if she was destined in her previous life, she saw this strange man in the wind in Yushu.

It is said that Liu Yanzhi is not handsome, and his height is not as good as Lei Meng and others, but his appearance is considered Zhou Zheng in the Guangxu period, and he is sick in bed all the year round, his skin is extremely white, and in the eyes of the young lady, he is a beautiful young man with a face like a crown of jade.

It's a pity that it's a subordinate, Miss thought to herself.

Here Lei Meng and Liu Yanzhi are paying attention to Zhou Jiarui's injury, the leg fracture should be fine, just make a pair of splints and install it, but there is no forensic treatment for the head injury.

"Intracerebral hemorrhage, there is no salvation, unless it is sent back immediately." Lei Meng opened Zhou Jiarui's eyelids and looked at it, and made up his mind.

"What are we going to do if he's dead?" Liu Yan said straight.

"Isn't there still us when he dies, and without the guidance of history, will we still be unable to move an inch?" Lei Meng was born in the military, and he only knows how to move forward bravely, but he doesn't know what it means to retreat.

Liu Yanzhi nodded, and then looked at Zhang Wenbo and Guo Yuhang, who also had a dignified face and nodded silently.

The teacher was unfavorable, the historical director was seriously injured, and his life and death were uncertain, which cast a shadow on everyone's hearts.

The rain stopped, the two gangs were ready to set off, the young lady and the old mother got on the mule cart, Zhao Yuanchen turned over and got on the horse, the housekeeper and the housekeeper with the knife sat in front of the car, and slowly got on the official road.

Liu Yanzhi and others also carried the stretcher and slowly followed behind, the official road after the rain was wet, the wooden wheels of the mule cart were crushed on the gravel, the carriage was gently bumpy, and the rear curtain opened a gap, revealing a slender eye, quietly looking at Liu Yanzhi walking behind the car.

This eye belonged to the maid, and soon the curtain was closed, and the laughter of the girl came from the car.

Cuiwei Mountain is forty miles away from Jinjiang City, there is a village next to the official road, a thatched adobe house, cooking smoke curling, a large area of young people on the threshing floor is practicing boxing, they are wearing red cloth wrapping their heads, holding simple farm tools, their mouths are loud, and they are practicing evilly.

Zhao Fuchen rode over and explained to the housekeeper: "There are boxers here, go quickly, don't delay." ”

The mule cart picked up speed, and the noise inside the cart stopped abruptly.

But the passengers on the official road have been noticed by the Boxers, a whistle, a large group of young people surrounded, blocking the official road to the water, led by a black fat man, open chest and open arms, fat and strong, followed by four young men, carrying a nine-toothed nail rake, hugging back and forth, it was majestic.

"Stop, where did you come from? Where to go? The fat black man asked pointedly.

Zhao Fuchen turned over and dismounted, clasped his fists and saluted: "I've seen the senior brother, Zhao Fuchen of the Jingshi Town Martial Arts Bureau is below, escorting the family members of Governor Lin back to Omijiang, please make it convenient, I am grateful." ”

"Lin Huaiyuan, the family of Ermaozi?" The black fat man raised his eyebrows coldly, and the people around him also made noise, and the knives, guns, and farm tools were raised at the same time, so they must be checked.

Zhao Fuchen knew that something bad was going on, in the past two years, the Boxers were everywhere, and they were quite large-scale in Zhili and Shandong, but he didn't expect it to be so popular in Jiangdong, and it was not only useless to use the official position of the prefect of Lin to suppress people, but also aroused the anger of the other party, it seems that Lord Lin's control over the local area is very limited.

Liu Yanzhi and the others were also nervous, the world is not peaceful, this is a roadblock robbery, even the family members of the prefect dare to move, and they will not escape the looting.

Zhao Fuchen has no tricks, the other party is not a person from the rivers and lakes, his stomach full of incisions is useless, the social relations of the heroes of the Green Gang's groove gang are also in vain, there are female dependents in the mule cart, how can they withstand the search of these rural boxers, and they are famous for a lifetime, I am afraid that they will be planted here.

He made up his mind to use his hands to restrain this fat black man first, so as to coerce the boxers to let the mule cart pass, and he couldn't care about his own safety.

The boxers were all peasants from nearby villages, all black, thin and shriveled, raw crooked melons and cracked dates, dressed in tatters, holding grappling hooks, hoes, sickles, and broadswords and spears made by the blacksmith shops in the countryside, there were forty or fifty people, and the momentum of so many people gathered together was still very amazing, and the young lady and maid in the mule cart were already frightened.

The butler's lips are also trembling, he knows how powerful the boxers are, these people hate foreigners the most, hate the people the most, as long as they see who has foreigners' objects, whether it is a sheep oil lamp or a foreign clock, even if it is just a foreign fire and a foreign nail, they must beat people into traitors, Ermaozi, the whole family does not leave a single one, if they really let them search, there are a lot of foreign things in the car, in case the young lady has three long and two short, I dare not think.

Zhao Fuchen was still making his last effort: "Senior brother, please give my brother a little thin noodles, and when you come to Jingshi in the future, just come to me, eat and drink all." ”

The black fat man didn't eat him, stared at the mule cart with slanted eyes, and asked, "Is it Lord Lin's concubine, or is it a daughter?" ”

There was a loud cry in the car, and the maid was scared and cried.

The young woman's cry aroused the interest of the fat black man, and he waved his big hand: "Search for me!" ”

Zhao Fuchen couldn't bear it anymore, and took off the spear from the victory hook, which was a flower gun used in foot combat, the head of the gun was made of fine iron, and the body of the ash rod was blood-red and murderous.

When the fat black man saw that he was going to play with his life, he took a nine-toothed nail rake, the sharp rake blade flashed with cold light, and with this respectful face, he was reincarnated as a pig Bajie.

The boxers raised their swords and guns at the same time, just waiting for the order of the senior brother.

The housekeeper who was sitting in the handlebar-style position pulled out his waist knife, and the housekeeper also pulled out the talisman dagger, but he didn't want to fight with the boxers, but to help his own young lady make a break, in case the young lady fell into the hands of these chaotic people, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The maid in the car was crying, the old mother was also crying, they were all scared stupid, only Miss Lin was calm and didn't say anything, she faintly felt that there would be a hero.

At the last moment, Liu Yanzhi shouted loudly: "Stop! ”

All eyes turned to this stranger.

Liu Yanzhi walked over step by step, not holding a guy in his hand, and the boxers saw that he was full of momentum, so they spontaneously got out of the way and let him walk in front of the senior brother.

"Are you the reincarnation of Zhu Bajie?" Liu Yan looked directly at the black fat man and his unique weapon.

"Exactly! Your grandfather Zhu invited the second senior brother. "The fat black man has a straight chest and is extremely proud.

"Do you know who I am?" Liu Yan asked him directly.

"What the fuck are you going to do?" The black fat man was enraged by his calmness.

"I'm Changshan Zhao Zilong!" Liu Yanzhi shouted, and the eardrums of the people who shook hurt him.

"Here come the guns!" As soon as Liu Yan stretched out his hand, Zhao Fuchen involuntarily handed the red tassel gun to him.

Liu Yan directly put the gun in his hand, shook a gun flower, and the ash rod with excellent toughness shook off, and the silver spear was red tassels, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

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