At this time, in the west of the city, Zhang Qianling's brigade was walking fast, but due to the episodes on the way, they could not reach the Junfu.

Zhang Qian closed his eyes and thought about the group of bandits he had just met, thoughtfully.

Half an hour ago.

Zhang Qian was handsome and rushed to the west of the city, and as soon as he reached the city, he was surrounded by a team of people.

"Who?" Zhang Qian asked in the sedan chair.

"The one who killed you." The other party only said this sentence, and then moved his hands, but strangely, they did not look like real assassins, but after a few hits, they ran, as if intending to lead him somewhere, and then he gave the order to fight quickly, so that they could hurry again.

And what he thought about was, if he really wanted to kill him, why not see people desperately, although the hatred on their faces for him was real, but they didn't necessarily really want to kill him. Then, there are only two possibilities for that team, one is to set up a game in advance to lead him over, and the other is to delay time. Thinking of this, his eyes froze.

"Hurry up!" The cold voice had a terrifying majesty in the darkness, and the guards accelerated in misery, even though they were already at the fastest speed!

"Sir, it's here." The voice of a house slave came from outside the car, and he should get out of the car. Standing in front of the dilapidated mansion gate, with indescribable emotions.

It's not so much that this is the mansion of a six-rank official, but that this is a prison for civilians. But what he wanted was the pleasure of their downfall.

But, downcast? Thinking of the red coral sent by Jun Zimo, he pulled a slight sneer. If you are a rich person, it turns out that you may be bankrupt!

"Who?" The guard knocked on the door for a long time, and the heavy peeling door creaked open from the inside, revealing an old face and asked with sleepy eyes.

"Lord Zhang, the general of the palace guard." The guards shouted arrogantly, and their tone was not good. The old man who opened the door was so frightened that he crawled into the house to report.

Indeed, the name of General Zhang, the palace guard, is very big, in this Jingluo City, the palace guard Lord Zhang, that is an existence that everyone knows! Still...... There are still people who don't buy this account!

"I ...... We...... Old...... The old man said, it's too late, don't ...... No visitors. The old man who went in in to report in a panic just now had a pale face at the moment, and said tremblingly, a pair of old eyes peeked at Zhang Qian's face from time to time, and his heart was worried. Although he knew that his master had a strange temper, after all, this was the most powerful Zhang family master in the dynasty, how could he be so faceless, how could he be called a little gatekeeper?

"Don't see a guest?" Zhang Qian slowly read these three words in his mouth, and there was already a sarcastic smile on his face. Is it really a no-shower, or is it? Another reason? If you go in, you will know the way. At that moment, he gave his cronies a look, and the guard stepped forward, pushed away the trembling old man, and kicked the half-hidden door open. The dilapidated door couldn't withstand the gravity, and it collapsed alive.

"Who is so barbaric and unreasonable?" There was a loud bang when the door leaf fell to the ground, and dust was splattered all over the floor. In the light whirlwind of flying dust, the four of them slowly came carrying a teng chair. The thin old man sitting on the Teng chair, his voice as clear as a bell made people stunned.

The two sides of the people, each with one side, spread in the air with a touch of hatred.

Zhang Qian raised his head to look at the old man, and the arrogance in his eyes made him stagnate. Obviously, he shouldn't be so proud, he should kneel in front of him to curry favor, so that he can treat their family well. Otherwise, how could his son use such a bankrupt way to show favor to himself? Aren't you disgusted with the dilapidated nature of this small courtyard?

"I haven't seen you for a long time, does General Jun still remember me?" Zhang Qianling said this, his thoughtful face was already familiar with old friends, but everyone knew that this was not a reunion of friends after a long absence, they were enemies, and they had national hatred and family hatred...... Foe!

As he spoke, Zhang Qianling had already raised his feet and walked towards the door of the mansion, smiling sarcastically and walking leisurely.

Jun Feihong watched the face get closer and closer, and the hand on the chair was unconsciously clasped until his nails were broken, and a deep scratch had been left on the smooth chair seat, faintly stained with blood.

"Remember, naturally remember." The cold voice seemed to be able to hear his gnashing of teeth, but some people turned a blind eye.

"The old general's legs, are they better?" Zhang Qianling stood in front of Jun Feihong with an unfathomable smile. The two eyes met closely, as if they were about to burst out of the smell of crackling sparks.

"Thanks to the adults, the old man is very good, and he can save walking without legs."

"Hehe, hearing the general say this, I feel at ease. Originally, I was worried that the general would have a leg attack on September 9 every year, but it seems that I was too careful. Zhang Qian slowly moved his steps away and said leisurely. But he deliberately wanted to poke his sore spots.

Sure enough, when Jun Feihong heard it at 9 in the first month of September, the hatred in his eyes could not be suppressed, and a pair of angry pupils seemed to be about to fall out of those eye sockets.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Qianling finally regained his sense of superiority and began to talk about today's purpose: "Can Mo'er return home safely?" ”

"Mo'er? Don't worry about it. Jun Feihong's tone seemed to be full of doubts, but he replied mercilessly.

"Oh, that's right, today he went to my house to celebrate my birthday, and he drank too much, and I was afraid that I would not know the way home, so I came to have a look. Is he in the house? ”

"This rebel!" Jun Feihong was so angry that he trembled, and he couldn't wait to catch the gentleman immediately and ask him clearly.

"Carry me to the rebel." After relieving his emotions, Jun Feihong said angrily, and the attendants beside him carried the Teng chair to the inner courtyard in response.

Zhang Qian looked at the distant back, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he followed with a leisurely expression.

"Master, why are you here at this time?" Yijian was coming out of the house, and when he saw Jun Feihong's angry appearance, he asked calmly.

"Mo'er, can you be in the room?" Jun Feihong glared angrily, with the smell of hatred in his eyes.

"The young master is asleep."

"Get out of the way." Jun Feihong scolded, and the sword had to dodge and get out of the way. In my heart, I was a little relieved, fortunately, the young master had just rushed back!

Zhang Qian looked thoughtfully at Jun Feihong's growing anger, did he really not know that the gentleman was indifferent to his birthday?

"You...... You rebel! As soon as he entered the door, Jun Feihong smelled a strong smell of wine, and saw that the gentleman on the bed was sleeping soundly, and felt a surge of blood surging into his heart.

Zhang Qian looked in the direction of his finger and leaned over to the bed in disbelief.

"Mo'er, Mo'er......" He called out tentatively a few times, but no one responded, obviously really drunk and unconscious. Did you feel wrong? Did he really just go to celebrate his birthday? He glanced at the face on the bed suspiciously, confirmed that it was the gentleman, and raised his feet to walk out of the door.

"I was relieved that Mo'er had returned. Leave. Zhang Qian looked at Jun Feihong provocatively, deliberately screamed closely, and saw his angry face, he seemed to feel extremely happy, and after laughing a few times, he raised his feet and walked out of the room.

The moment he turned his back, Jun Feihong's angry emotions softened for a moment, and he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was relieved.