At night, singing and dancing in Sweet Water Alley are leveling, and thousands of dignitaries and dignitaries share the beautiful scenery with the imperial family.

At the riverside from south to north at the entrance of the Linfu Mansion, Chen Chang, the captain of the Guard Army, and several cronies of the Mansion have been secretly searching for two days and two nights under the orders of Zhao Mei.

Chen Chang gasped for breath at this time, and stood with a few cronies by the stone bridge where Lichun jumped to rest, thinking infinitely in his heart, three days, at most another day of search, if he didn't find it again, even if it was Zhao Mei's order, he had to report to General Lin in private.

Even if she provokes Zhao Mei, at most, she will not be on an errand in the house, even if she returns to the Yanyun Pass border, she will not have to worry about food and clothing, even if Zhao Mei loses her temper and loses her errand from the Lin family's army, the salary saved over the years is enough, and it is enough to find a job as a government guard in the city.

But if this matter has been hidden from General Lin for a long time, then the result, Chen Chang can't even think about it, although General Lin is usually quite benevolent, but once this kind of deception and concealment leaks out, not to mention that he can't bear General Lin's care over the years, and it will be passed into the ears of his brothers in the past in the future, and his friendship over the years will be considered a failure.

Under the stone bridge, Lichun's body is still tied with hemp rope, and under the hemp rope is tied to the big stone by the river, since the heavy snow before the fight, the thick snow has melted in the past two days, and it has gathered into countless snow water and then flows into the Nanhe, at this moment the water level of the Nanhe River has skyrocketed, and the water flow is turbulent.

Lichun's white rotten corpse is constantly flowing in the middle of the river under the impact of the current, like a kite, although the waist is tied with hemp rope, but under the continuous erosion of the turbulent South River, the hemp rope moves for a while, plus soaked for two days, the corpse muscles are already soft, so slowly dragged, the hemp rope has gradually fallen off from the waist to the soles of the feet, about to break away from the hemp rope, surfaced.

"Alas!" Chen Chang sighed on the stone bridge, and shouted to a few cronies around him as hard as he could: "Brothers, try your best, people and merchants everywhere ask, three big living people, it is impossible to go missing." ”

As he spoke, Chen Chang patted the shoulders of several people who were afraid, and with a bang, he dispersed from the stone bridge again, searching everywhere.

At this time, Lichun's corpse finally broke free of the hemp rope under the action of the current, and floated towards the river, but at this moment, Chen Chang and the others had dispersed, and Lichun's corpse was also drifting from south to north with the South River in the dark night.

Not far from the mouth of Sweet Water Lane, the pock-faced man lost his money, and even came out to sell baked cakes at night, and now he grabbed a good stall to sell, his thick yellow nails were still full of black mud, and his face was blue and purple.

A Roshan woman walked in front of her, and if you look closely, it is Fu Mei, wearing new clothes, carrying a few bags of precious pastries from Tangjin Shop and Huichunlin's light peach rouge, since she made a windfall yesterday, she has not picked up customers for two days, and she has only walked back from shopping in the West Market at this time, and she saw the pock-faced man, and hurriedly hid from the other side of the street.

On the other side of the street, Shen Shaozi lost his former demeanor, his face was still with short hair and a mustache, and his body was still wrapped in a big black cotton jacket, full of dirty mud, a pair of thin trousers with rotten holes, and he sat on the side of the street, wearing a black and gray cloth shoe on his right foot, and his left foot was bare, and his foot was red and swollen with chilblains.

Since the day before yesterday, the gambling house was caught, and after the gambling table was found to be in the dark grid, Shen Shaozi was directly broken on the spot right hand and left leg, and after being in a coma at home for two days, the three wives and concubines and the people in the house slipped away with money and valuables.

The gambling house directly used him as a substitute for the dead ghost, and was carried to the official office for a trial in a coma, and after colluding for a few minutes, he was stunned by the yamen and grabbed his hands and pressed his handprint.

The gambling house was also worried that he would sue him and leave the news, and finally he was beaten by a fat man, half-dead and half-alive dragging his body on the ground and crawling, like an old dog with a broken spine, his right hand and left leg were dragged on the ground, dragging a slip of blood, and he was not seen squeaking (le4, no real particle), just opened his dry white lips, swallowed in his throat, and looked at the pock-faced man across the street to burn the cake.

Looking at Fu Mei from afar, just passed, I smelled a very tempting smell of pastries, and before Fu Mei walked a few steps far, the god shaker who had been hungry for three days was already crazy, swallowed saliva in his throat, dragged the broken hand and leg, leaned forward and fell, grabbed Fu Mei with his left hand and pulled his right hand, and bit it with his teeth.

Biting this lucky girl's hands full of saliva and blood, she was so frightened that she screamed all over the sky, her right hand instinctively loosened and twitched, her thick and fat legs touched and swayed left and right, and finally her center of gravity was lost, her body was leaning back, and she collapsed on the road, wearing a brand new coat full of sludge.

Crawling up from the street in such an embarrassment, Fu Mei looked at it: "Dead beggar, you are so dead!" and scolded angrily, and walked quickly to the front of the god shaker, and the thick thighs kicked and stepped on the stump of the god shaker.

How could the god shaker care about such humiliation and scolding, dragging his broken hand with his back to Fu Mei, his body firmly protected the bags of pastry rouge under his body, holding the pastry paper bag in his left hand, and biting the hemp rope with his teeth.

But this god shaker didn't care about the lost front teeth and bloody tooth sockets, grabbed the snack and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it heavily, didn't bite it, and ate more embarrassed than a stray dog, just a low tail.

Just as Fu Mei kicked on the stump leg of the god shaker, the people on the street were already onlookers, and the baked cake Mazi heard the sound.

Isn't this a blessing girl!

It stands to reason that how could the military master find his own home, and he has inquired many times in the past two days, and he also heard from the neighbors of Dongluowazi that it was this lucky girl who led the military master out of Wazi Street.

Mazi was furious, rushed to the side of the crowd to take a look, and after making sure that it was right, he trotted a few steps, jumped high and slapped it, and threw it heavily on Fumei's face.

Fu Mei was hit by this slap with five finger prints, touched her big face and looked at Mazi was startled at first, and she was also angry for a while, and her tall and fat body grabbed Mazi and fought.

Although this pockmark is a man, his strength is not small, but in the end his weight is less than half of this Fu Mei, she grabbed her hair like this, slapped her face one by one, and listened to the Fu Mei's mouth beating and scolding:

"Let you hit me! Let you hit me! Dog thing! Let you hit me!"

In the end, he slapped him hard, and he directly knocked the pockmarks away, knocking the baked cake stall to the ground, and more than a dozen baked cakes, a pot of hot oil, and scattered stalls were all scattered on the snow and sludge.

"I'll fight with you!"

only heard Mazi shouting, and rushed towards Fumei with the sharp cake shovel held high.

Fu Mei immediately grabbed the right wrist of the baked cake with her left hand, and didn't let him pierce the shovel, but she was knocked unconscious by the left fist of the baked cake.

This fall, Mazi knocked his head unconscious, and Fumei's mountain-like body couldn't move, and when Mazi was just sober up in Fumei's fat chest, his right hand grabbed the shovel and pierced Fumei's thick and fat neck.

One time.

Two clicks.

Three times.

......

Pierced with all his might, pierced with all his strength, and pierced desperately, until Fumei's meat mountain pressed on Mazi's body and remained motionless, Mazi let go, but after such a death fight, Mazi should have gasped for breath and rested, and this Fumei's fat chest completely pressed his face to death, and his head was dizzy, under the weight of three hundred catties, Mazi couldn't move at all, his breath was short, half of his breath couldn't breathe up, and finally his limbs twitched and shook, and he was killed alive in Fumei's chest.

And Na Fumei had already been pierced through the spine by this pockmarked first few times, and then pierced the major artery in the neck a few times, and blood gushed out, flowing a pool of bright red blood on the street, like a cow with its throat cut.

On the other side, Shen Shaozi devoured a few packs of dim sum as early as when the two were fighting, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark night, and mistakenly took the light peach rouge bought by this Fu Mei as a snack, and held it and poured it into his mouth, choking and spraying, spraying pink.

The winter was already dry, and the god shook the water for a few days, and the dried snacks he swallowed were still mixed in the throat, and finally the delicate light peach powder fat was poured into the mouth, and it was already sprayed all over the nose, and his face was painful and difficult, and he didn't know whether he was about to choke to death, choke to death, or block to death.

As soon as he saw a puddle of blood on the ground, the god shook the mutilated body and arched forward, writhing on the ground like maggots, constantly moving towards the expanding pool of blood, and finally moved slower and slower, his face became more and more hideous, and he saw that the blood was in front of him, but he still had no strength, his brain fell, his face was smashed, and he died in the blood.

Under the stone bridge, Lichun's body floated all the way north with the South River, and finally floated to the mouth of the South River in the heart of Sweet Water Lane, and floated in.

In the alley, the imperial power and wealth cheered for the wonderful singing and dancing programs, and the next program was tonight's finale - Li Shishi, the leader of a thousand kui.