Chapter 138: The Old Slave with Rat Eyes
Zhao Pu got out of the sedan car, only to see that the fabric of the sedan curtain had been dyed red, and the corpses were piled up in front of the car, like a hill. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
A pair of long swords fluttered in both hands, and the slave hurriedly protected him.
And Brother Jun and the red Zhu Wei rushed together.
"Whoosh." Zhu Wei seemed to have seen the leopard of an antelope, and when he turned around and saw Zhao Pu, he hurriedly pounced down.
"Be careful." The slave hurriedly threw an assassin over, although the strength was full, but Zhu Wei's body was light, and his kung fu seemed to be a little more powerful than he imagined, and the slave who was besieged by everyone was not enough to resist Zhu Wei for a while.
Jumping in front of Zhao Pu, Zhu Wei said helplessly, "My purpose this time is only to kill you, the old man Lu of the Lu family in the northern granary is a local character to watch the wind, I was ordered to be with him, so I naturally want to be loyal." Wei Pan's reward is secondary, Zhao Pu, suffer death! ā
As he spoke, the long sword in his hand was about to come to him.
Frowning, Zhao Pu only felt as if his waist was surrounded by something, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a barbed thick rope wrapped around him, and he was immediately hanged.
On the other side of the rope, it was Chi Mei who was dressed in red, "Zhao Pu, let's talk about business." ā
Chi Mei looked at Zhao Pudao below, "If I were you, I would definitely give 30,000 taels of silver with both hands now, so that I could spare the life of the Wei family's children, and second, I can also help you." ā
"Thirty thousand taels?" Zhao Pu saw Zhu Wei attacking, but the rope above was flicked, directly hitting Zhao Pu on the tree, almost hammering him half to death. "I don't have that much money."
Zhu Wei continued to chase after him, and Chi Mei threw Zhao Pu around as if playing, while talking about the conditions, "Haven't you heard that money can make ghosts grind?" One of your cheap lives is not worth 30,000 taels, isn't Wei Pan worth it either? ā
hesitated slightly, after all, what Chi Mei said made sense, if the Wei family saved Wei Pan, they would definitely spend more than 30,000 taels of silver.
"When I find the old ministers of the Wei family, I will give it to you." Zhao Pu nodded in agreement.
"It's a deal!" Chi Mei grasped the rope with both hands and quickly pulled Zhao Pu up.
At this time, Brother Jun had already held Wei Pan in his arms, although little Wei Pan was held by Brother Jun with his head down, but the child was still safe and sound.
Zhao Pu breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that the slaves below had already killed countless enemies.
Seeing this, Zhu Wei frowned as if he had miscalculated, turned back to Chi Mei and roared, "Do you know the fate of betraying my Shufeng Pavilion?" ā
Releasing the rope, Chi Mei clapped her hands, "I'm just cooperating with Shufeng Pavilion." I am still me. ā
Seeing that the assassin was seriously damaged, Zhu Wei had no choice but to wave his hand, after all, Brother Jun removed his hand at this time, and Chimei was not easy to deal with.
The order was given to retreat, and there was a tragic scene in front of him.
Gently covering Wei Pan's eyes, the four of them left this place.
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"So, that brothel called Penglaiju is also from the Pivotal Wind Pavilion?" Zhao Pu frowned.
Chi Mei laughed coquettishly, "It seems that you don't know Feng Ji's tricks yet, although Su Ri said that he can't do the ability of his father Feng Dao, but in my opinion, his official career may not be prosperous, but the ability to applaud people's hearts is not half a point worse than his father." But in the larger towns, where there is a smell of music, most of them are his own properties and informants. ā
With a smug look, Chi Mei said softly, "It's a pity, that Wei Zhicheng is the eldest son of the Wei family, what kind of red girl has not been seen?" What kind of boudoir haven't been? Those vulgar fans sent by the Shufeng Pavilion in Luoyang City couldn't get into Wei Zhicheng's eyes. The Tianzi of the Shufeng Pavilion in Penglai Ju sat in the village, and he saw that he had no means, so he had to place a notice in the middle of the city and invite me, the Oiran, to come out of the mountain. ā
"In this way, it wasn't you who cooperated with Wei Zhijie?" Zhao Pu looked sideways slightly.
Chi Mei nodded, "Naturally it's not me, Wei Zhijie is afraid that he has allowed a lot of benefits and conveniences under the Wei family's name, so that the Shufeng Pavilion can work together." ā
Zhao Pu looked at Chimei suspiciously, although he couldn't fully believe it at the moment, but with Yu Nu and Jun Ge'er, he couldn't run away from her after all.
Coaxing Wei Pan to fall asleep, Zhao Pu looked back at Yu Nu, "Injured?" ā
The slave nodded, ripped off the strip of cloth from his shirt and tied it around his arm, "It's not a big deal, just let Su'er help me bandage it tightly later." ā
Hurrying towards the front, there were no horses, but fortunately, three of the four practiced martial arts, and the speed of the journey was not slow.
Before dark, I even rushed to Jiukan Shop.
As soon as you arrive at the Jiukan shop, you can see the hatchback carriages and horses in the distance.
At this time, Wei Yuxuan was shouting angrily, "I am the eldest lady of the Wei family, what reason do you have not to obey my orders?" ā
One of the rat-eyed old slaves also looked unforgiving, "Miss, since you are married, you are the daughter-in-law of other people, your Zhao family is in trouble, why should you implicate my Wei family?" ā
"You ......" Wei Yuxuan said in a heartfelt manner, "Pan'er is also among them, Pan'er, you won't save it?" ā
For a while, many house slaves were silent, but the rat-eyed old slave said, "Who knows if what you said is true or false?" Wei Pannai is the grandson of the Wei family, so it stands to reason that we naturally want to save it, but I'm afraid that some people don't have a good heart. ā
Wei Yuxuan looked at a few old slaves on the side, "What about you?" You guys do the same? ā
Those people were silent, and one of the old men wearing a gauze hat seemed to be very steady, "It stands to reason that we naturally want to save Pan'er, and the Zhao family should also help if they are in trouble." ā
"But......" The man's face turned pale, "Miss, this time the eldest son Wei Zhicheng died, the Wei family is bound to be in chaos, and I haven't known the true whereabouts of Pan'er yet, and I ask the eldest lady not to mess around for her husband." ā
"What do you say?" Wei Yuxuan said helplessly, "How can I be that kind of person?" ā
"It's understandable that you husband and wife are deeply in love, but now that Wei Zhicheng, the current head of the Wei family, is dead, and among the eighteen branches of the Wei family, a new liquidation has to be done, the Wei family...... Somebody's got to be in charge, right? ā
Everyone's faces seemed to be a little ugly, and they all looked sideways as if they were wary of the rat-eyed old slave.
Wei Yuxuan's brows furrowed, and she almost wanted to argue, but she was grabbed by a hand on her shoulder.
"The grandson of the Wei family is here, is my wife wrong?"
Seeing the posture of the four people covered in blood, many old slaves were suddenly surprised.
For some it is a surprise, for others, it is a shock.
Among the eighteen branches of the Wei family, a few are attributed to Wei Zhijie, and most of the rest are still waiting.
And they have been in business all their lives, so they naturally know that Wei Yuxuan didn't tell a lie, Wei Pan is in Zhao Pu's hands, but who picks it up and saves it at the moment, it is impossible to get along with Wei Zhijie.
It would be good if Wei Pan could really be in charge in the future.
If Wei Zhijie is in charge, that branch will inevitably be suppressed unimaginably!
After all, that's the Wei family, the deep-rooted Wei family!!
Seeing the living Wei Pan, the faces of many old slaves were more or less faintly relaxed.
Only the rat-eyed old slave looked frightened.