As the top of the pyramid in the high gate of Huzhou City, Shuanglin Lane, where the Marquis of Weiyuan Mansion is located, gathers the most prominent people in Huzhou City. Shuanglin Lane usually goes in and out of Huzhou City, and it can be regarded as a good place in the daytime, but at night, this area is very quiet.

In a dark alley near Shuanglin Lane, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly turned around and cut in from the avenue, bringing a little life to the surrounding silence.

In the quiet carriage, only the rhythmic sound of the horse's hooves in contact with the bluestone slab could be heard.

The carriage was very comfortably arranged, and an ice basin was placed, Feng Zhige was originally just leaning on the wall of the carriage to recuperate, but gradually developed some sleepiness.

For more than a month since he was reborn, Feng Zhige has been stared at by Mu Qingwan to nourish his body, and his work and rest time are very regular.

Zhao Youjun is just a pseudo-lady, Mu Qingwan and distressed Feng Zhige naturally will not let her perform the morning and faint ceremony, so Feng Zhige usually goes to bed when it arrives, and in the morning she can sleep until Chenzheng with peace of mind.

Feng Zhige's body is not very good, he is already more tired than usual tonight, and now he has passed his usual bedtime early, so it is normal to be a little drowsy. Mama Li, who was waiting on the side, looked at the master's confused appearance that was different from her usual appearance, and her usually stiff face softened a little unconsciously, and took a thin blanket on the side and prepared to cover the master.

Something happened abruptly at this moment.

"Bang!"

First, the carriage seemed to have hit some heavy object, and the swift coachman hurriedly pulled the reins, and then the horses screamed in fright, and listened closely, and there was the sonorous sound of some weapons unsheathed.

"Master!"

In the face of danger, Mama Li's first thought was to reach out and take Feng Zhige into her arms to prevent her from being injured, but was stopped by Feng Zhige, who had opened her eyes at some point.

At this time, Feng Zhige's eyes were clear, and how could he still be sleepy.

"What's going on?" Feng Zhige stabilized his body and asked calmly.

The driver who was driving the car had already been replaced by Mama Li with a secret guard, and the secret guard's reaction was not unpleasant, and he calmed the horses as soon as he noticed that something was wrong, and then removed the whip used for decoration on his waist to take precautions. Hearing Feng Zhige's inquiry, he said, "Back to the master, there are people fighting in the alley, and one of them just crashed into our carriage. ”

This small alley is very remote, and there are few people who usually come and go, but through this alley is the back door of the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion, and Luo Shuixuan is not far from the back door of the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion.

I didn't expect that I just wanted to take a shortcut, but I caused trouble in vain.

Feng Zhige frowned slightly, "Go and see what's going on." ”

The coachman did not move, but gave a loud whistle, and two figures immediately appeared in the shadows. One of them took a few steps forward, and there was a person lying motionless, presumably the same person who had just crashed into the carriage in which Feng Zhige was riding.

The lantern hanging from the carriage brought a dim light, and by the light it was seen that the man on the ground was not very old, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and a brocade robe was obviously not something that ordinary people could afford to wear. But at this time, his valuable robe had almost become a pile of rotten strips of cloth, and the fracture was flat, obviously cut by a sharp weapon. Correspondingly, there were many deep wounds on the man's body, and the blood that flowed from the wounds almost stained his clothes red, and even his face was stained with blood.

The smell of blood on his body could be smelled even if Feng Zhige was sitting in the carriage.

Before Feng Zhige could tell what to do, he heard a sound of footsteps in front of him. Judging from the chaotic sound of footsteps, there were at least five or six people coming, but the footsteps were not loud, and even in this silent alley, it seemed very slight.

Obviously, those who come are masters.

After a few breaths, six stout men with black scarves and masks walked up to the carriage.

Encountering Feng Zhige and the others was obviously not expected by these big men, their eyes first flashed with vigilance, and then a big man with a leading appearance stepped forward and hugged a fist and said, "I don't know how many ......"

The big Han still had a lot of nostalgia for this carriage that suddenly appeared, and if it weren't for this accident, they would have completed their mission and returned to Beijing a long time ago. Although it was only a carriage, the coachman and the two people standing next to the target were both practitioners, even if they had the advantage in numbers, if they really fought, they would probably be damaged, so they changed their usual arrogant exit inquiries.

The people on the other side responded with silence, and after a long time, the big man heard a cool and immature voice from the carriage.

"Passing by."

Although he knew that the person on the ground would not end well if he was taken away by Dahan and others, Feng Zhige did not plan to meddle in things.

Dahan was relieved when he heard this, as a dead soldier, their task was more important than their lives, but if they could complete the task without hurting their lives, no one would want to die if they could live.

Pointing to the people on the ground who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, Dahan said: "This person is a fugitive slave from the master's family who is being hunted down, since it has nothing to do with a few people, then we will take the person away." ”

Everyone knows that what Dahan said is false, and there are fugitive slaves who can wear clothes of such good materials, but since the master doesn't plan to care, no one has anything to refute, just watching Dahan lead the person closer and closer to the person on the ground.

"Wait!"

Seeing that the big man was about to approach the target, Feng Zhige suddenly stopped him.

"What does this young lady have to say?" A fierce light flashed in the big man's eyes, and there was ruthlessness in his tone.

Feng Zhige didn't plan to meddle in things, he just wanted to see the unlucky ghost on the ground, but he didn't want to just lift the curtain and look straight into a pair of cold eyes. The face was mostly covered with blood, and it was a pair of eyes that stood out in the dim light, and even though he knew that his life was short, those eyes were all calm and there was no trace of despair, but on the contrary, there was a sense of relief that was about to be freed.

Obviously, being alive is not a happy thing for that young man, maybe it is precisely because of this that Feng Zhige will speak.

With the support of Mama Li, Feng Zhige bent down and got out of the carriage, and didn't look at the big man staring at him, but walked straight to the young man's side, and let the skirt caress the wound on the young man's body, and the lightly colored lotus embroidered on it gradually dyed into blood lotus.

One standing, one lying, two pairs of equally calm eyes looked at each other silently, and finally ended in the coma of the boy on the ground.

"There is still salvation, move up." Feng Zhige turned to the big man after speaking, and his gaze only swept slightly, "Deal with it." ”

What does "processing" mean, of course Dahan understands, he just can't believe it, this little girl who looks like she is only seven or eight years old, actually said such things without changing her face, did she think that this was playing at home?

Before Dahan could figure it out, the three secret guards, including the coachman, silently pulled out the dagger hidden in the inner thigh and rushed towards Dahan and the others.

The unequal number of people does not mean that the strength is not equal, and twice the number of people does not pose any threat to the three secret guards, but in a moment, the six big men have fallen to the ground with no breath.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and as the carriage walked away, the darkness swallowed up several figures on the ground, leaving only the residual bloody breath in the air to drift away quietly.