Changsun Hong looked at the slippery horse, oily and slippery, fat and strong, with flowing manes, strong hooves, and saddle stirrups on the horse's back, all of which were of the highest quality.

"It seems to be someone from the Imperial City Division." Kowloon Onde glanced at the few people guarding next to the horse, and said softly: "Look at the shoes he wears, soap boots with white soles, and they are exclusively for the people of the Imperial City Division." ”

When Changsun Hong looked over, those people also looked over to this side, their eyebrows and eyes were not good, and their hands were pressed on the hilt of the knife.

His eyebrows tightened, and the eldest grandson Hong turned his head and said a few words to Jiulong Angde, Jiulong agreed, turned around and said something to a barbarian general, who nodded and walked away.

The post of the official post was waiting inside the door, and when he saw the eldest grandson Hong coming in, he hurriedly greeted him, bowed with a smile, and said cautiously: "The envoy of the eldest grandson should not go back to the guest house, there are guests waiting in the official hall." ”

The guest house is the courtyard where the eldest grandson Hong lives as an envoy of Dali, and the official hall is the main hall of the entire post house, the courtyard of the general envoy is inconvenient for the officials of the Song Dynasty to enter, and if there is anything to come over, they will meet in the official hall, which is very large, and there is no problem with sitting down a hundred people.

Eldest Sun Hong smiled and didn't move his hands behind his back: "Oh? I just met the official family of the Song Dynasty, why did I come back and have another guest visit? I'm here, but I don't have any acquaintances. ”

Yi Cheng licked his lips, looked back at his back, smiled bitterly, and seemed to be speechless, and the two people wearing round-necked green robes behind him glanced at each other, lined up Yi Cheng, and stood in front.

"It's Lord Hu Buxian of the Imperial City Division, and I want to ask the envoy of the eldest grandson to talk about it." One of the two, who looked to be in his forties and relatively calm, opened his mouth first, and his words were very strong.

The people of the Imperial City Division are investigating major cases in the world, and they have jurisdiction over everything, and the people who do things in it are of course awesome.

Changsun Hong still held his hands behind his back and looked at him with a smile.

The man had a straight chest and a serious face, and when he saw the eldest Sun Hong looking over, he immediately raised his body a few points higher.

Overpowering the other party in momentum is a must for those in high power.

The other person was also a strong man with a huge waist and a round waist, with a face full of meat, turned sideways to make way out, and said in a rough voice: "Messenger of the eldest grandson, please!" ”

The two of them stood there one on the left and one on the right, making a gesture of please, aggressive, and speaking very politely, with a long knife at their waists and white-soled soap boots on their feet.

They themselves think so, the eldest grandson Hong also has the official position of the Song Dynasty, of course he knows the power of the Imperial City Division, and generally goes out to get people, as long as the signboard is displayed, no matter how big an official you are, only obediently tie up your hands and arrest the share, the Imperial City Division is directly under the Son of Heaven, has the power to arrest, arrest people regardless of grade, only responsible for the emperor, there are grievances? Tell the Emperor to go!

So Hu Buxian just sent two people over and asked Changsun Hong to come over, and he stayed comfortably in the living room to drink tea.

But Changsun Hong is not an ordinary person.

He just glanced at it obliquely, and the next second he restrained his smile, without saying a word, he turned around with his hands behind his back and took a square step in the direction of his guest house.

No hurry, no hurry.

The two relatives of the Imperial City Division were stunned for a moment and froze there.

"I'm the prince of Dali, what is Hu Buxian? If you want to see me, come by yourself. ”

Changsun Hong's voice floated from his mouth from afar, with a bit of banter and a bit of ridicule.

The faces of the relatives turned the color of pig liver.

Daring!

It's too much! 、

After decades of errands, for the first time, I saw someone who didn't take the Imperial City Division seriously.

What about the prince of Dali? Come to Lin'an, you are a small country with a big palm, and you still dare to turn the sky?

The two of them are the commanders of the Detective Division, the grade is not high, but they are rampant in Lin'an, and the officials below the third grade of the Song Dynasty have to tremble a few times when they see their legs and stomachs, when have they seen such an arrogant regimental training envoy, they immediately exploded their lungs and suppressed their tempers.

"Someone, please ask the messenger of the eldest grandson to come over!"

"Master Hu is waiting in the living room, how can you let him move?"

The two of them drank violently, and with the roar, more than a dozen people poured out inside and outside the courtyard, with a round neck and green robes, and hard-footed white-soled boots, surrounding Changsun Hong.

The eldest grandson Hong turned his back and stopped.

In front of him, several relatives blocked the way, sneered and crossed their arms, and laughed.

Following Changsun Hong, there were only four or five barbarian generals such as Kowloon Angde and Yang Xiaolei, who were surrounded in the crowd, like waves swallowed by the waves.

"I'm going to do it."

Kowloon Onde looked left and right and clenched his fists.

"If you hurt them, will something happen?" Yang Xiaolei moved his neck, three points were eager to try, and seven points asked worriedly, after all, this is the Song Dynasty, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it seems not very appropriate to start beating the court officials.

"Our current status is that of an envoy, and according to convention, it is not subject to the laws of the Song Dynasty." Eldest Sun Hong looked indifferently at the people in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't die, there will be no problem." ”

"Oh."

A few barbarian generals understood, became excited, and began to look at the people around them, and their eyes were like staring at the sheep besieging the tigers.

An invisible murderous aura came out of them like a tidal wave, like ripples caused by throwing a stone into a pool, and suddenly spread in all directions.

The ripples hit the people of the Imperial City Division, like the wind destroying the earth wall, making these people unconsciously take a step back.

They didn't know why they retreated, but the eyes of the barbarian generals who rushed in their faces were too fierce.

Even the two commanders couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and clenched the handle of the long knife at their waists.

The eyes, emotionless, no pity, were as cold as the ice cubes used to cool down in the palace in the middle of summer, and the people who fell in such eyes were not people, but just pieces of flesh mixed with blood and veins.

"Y-What are you going to do?" The calm commander couldn't help but roar, as if the louder the voice, the bolder the bolder: "The Imperial City Division is the yamen led by the Son of Heaven himself, who dares to disrespect!" ”

Changsun Hong turned around, looked at him with interest, shook his head, and then when he drilled his head back, he instantly took two steps under his feet, and kicked sideways with a thunderous kick, steadily hitting the jaw of a person blocking the way.

"Click!"

The sound of the bones being misaligned sounded cruelly, and the man flew into the air, spitting out a stream of bloody arrows from his mouth.

Like a soldier who heard the horn, the people in Shimen Fan instantly burst out, turned into afterimages, and ran towards the crowd standing in a circle.

In the official hall in the distance, Hu Buxian was still drinking tea.

The tea is the best Mao Feng, the taste is like an orchid, and the sweetness is deep, so that he can't help but squint his eyes and immerse himself in the aroma of enjoyment.

An inopportune shout summoned him back.

"Oh no! Oh no! ”

A man stumbled in and rushed in, falling headlong to the ground.

Hu Buxian frowned, extremely unhappy.

It's so rude, how can the people of the Imperial City Division be so impertinent?

He snorted, put down the teacup, looked at the commander sent to call people, and said dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter? Didn't get invited? ”

On the conductor's face, there was a swollen piece of the boss, and it could be seen that he had been beaten. I only heard him complain to his parents in a mournful tone after being bullied, and said one after another: "That group of barbarians is really arrogant, I waited for him to invite him with good intentions, but they started beating people and threatening to say what adults are!" If you want to see him, let the adults go by themselves. ”

He pointed to the swelling on his face and shouted aggrievedly: "My lord, please look, my humble face has been beaten like this, and the sons and daughters below are unbearable, Lao Chen can't even climb up, my lord is the master for us!" ”

"Smack!"

Hu Buxian was angry, slapped the table, and stood up.

The people of the Imperial City Division dare to fight, don't they treat the land lord as a bodhisattva?

But before his palms left the table, he calmed down again.

After all, it wasn't he who was beaten, and he was much calmer when thinking about the problem.

After thinking for a while, he slowly put down his feet that he wanted to run, stood still and looked at the beams, and laughed.

"It seems that this eldest grandson Hong is really not an easy role, he miscalculated, and underestimated him."

(End of chapter)