Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly stopped when he heard this, and at the same time, the tip of the sword reached forward and stopped Zhang Dashuai, who was walking in front. When she looked back, she saw that the woman had already gotten out of bed, her body seemed to be very weak, and her body shook slightly when her feet hit the ground, she reached out and stroked her forehead, put on embroidered shoes and went straight to the dresser on the west side of the house.

I saw that she hurriedly opened the lowest drawer, took out a small vermilion lacquer box from it, and took out a brocade handkerchief from her arms, spread it on the dressing table next to the box, and then broke the buckle and opened the vermilion lacquer box.

Wu Zhi saw from afar that the box was full of all kinds of gold and silver jewelry and gold ingots, although he had seen countless treasures, but at this time, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised to see that this Qinglou woman actually had so many gold and silver treasures.

The woman took out two silver ingots from the box and wrapped them on the Jinpa, the rest of the things were left untouched, and then covered the box, and the Jinpa was stuffed into her arms, and the box was held in her hand, and walked in the direction of Wu Zhiyuan.

"This sister, you ...... You're welcome, I don't. Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly excused himself.

The woman looked at Wu Zhiyuan, and there was admiration, warmth, and tenderness in her eyes.

"Let's go." The woman walked past Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Dashuai, walked through the garden, and walked towards the opposite side.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in this woman's gourd, but now if he wanted to get out, he had to grasp Zhang Dashuai's handle, so he also coerced him and walked towards the road.

Zhang Dashuai's subordinates seemed to know the master's temperament very well, and they also understood the master's intention to come to this garden, so there was no one to guard the area within the garden, so until he crossed the road, Wu Zhiyuan did not encounter the police to stop him.

The woman was in front, Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Dashuai were behind, the three of them crossed the road to the front yard, Wu Zhiyuan saw at a glance that the old bustard was sitting on the ground at this time, with a depressed face, there was a chair next to her, and an officer was sitting on the chair, the officer was about thirty years old, and he was crossing Erlang's legs at this time, humming a Peking Opera tone in his mouth. Wu Zhiyuan recognized this person at a glance as the captain who led the troops to surround him in the restaurant a few days ago.

The other policemen lined up in two lines and stood on either side, and they seemed to be very disciplined.

The first to see Wu Zhiyuan and the others coming out of the corridor was the old bustard, her frustrated expression suddenly turned to shock, her two eyes were round, her mouth was wide open, and she sat on the ground, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Immediately afterwards, the police on both sides also saw Zhang Dashuai being held hostage by Wu Zhiyuan, but when they saw Zhang Dashuai's fat body wearing only a pair of underwear, they all widened their eyes. After a moment of surprise, he came back to his senses, and raised the rifles in his hands, and the muzzle of the rifle was pointed directly at Wu Zhiyuan.

The captain was still intoxicated with his own world, humming with his legs crossed, and the fingers of his right hand were still gently beating the drum on the arm of the chair.

"Adjutant Wang, you don't want to fucking live, do you?" Seeing this scene, Zhang Dashuai was furious, and yelled at Adjutant Wang, who was sitting in the chair.

Adjutant Wang jumped up from his chair violently, and didn't look at what was happening in front of him, and after landing on the ground, he stood up and saluted, and at the same time shouted a slogan in his mouth: "Yo! ”

"Yo, your eight-generation ancestor, your fucking eyes are blind, and Lao Tzu has collapsed you!" Zhang Dashuai was angry at this time, and the anger in his heart was all spilled out towards the adjutant Wang.

Wu Zhiyuan saw that Adjutant Wang was scolded bloody, and his heart suddenly laughed, and he almost laughed, but the threat in front of him had not been lifted, and dozens of rifles around him were facing him, so he gently put the wooden sword in his hand on the back of Zhang Dashuai's head.

Zhang Dashuai felt a pain in the back of his head, and naturally understood what Wu Zhiyuan meant, so he opened his mouth and scolded: "And you dogs, didn't you see Lao Tzu being tied up?" Put the guns down for me! ”

Adjutant Wang also came back to his senses, and hurriedly beckoned to the people on both sides: "Put it down!" Put down the gun! ”

Everyone looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then threw their rifles to the ground.

"Brother, if you have something to say, let the handsome go first!" Adjutant Wang stepped forward and said to Wu Zhiyuan, but his tone was very hard.

"Stand back! Throw the gun on your belt! Wu Zhiyuan saw that Adjutant Wang had been holding the shell gun on his belt in his right hand, this guy looked very shrewd, if he didn't remove the gun from his waist, maybe he would make a trick at any moment.

Adjutant Wang hesitated slightly, but he still reluctantly took off the gun from his waist and threw it to the ground.

Wu Zhiyuan escorted Zhang Dashuai to the middle of the courtyard, but saw the woman walking towards the old bustard sitting on the ground, she walked up to the old bustard, bent down and helped him up.

Lao Bustard Rao is well-informed, and he has never seen such a scene where anyone dares to hold the local warlord leader hostage, so he has never reacted, grabbed the woman's hand, and his lips trembled: "Ju'er, this is ...... What's going on? What happened? ”

In Lao Bustard's view, holding Zhang Dashuai hostage is a capital crime, even if the capital crime can be avoided, her Qinglou will not be opened, although this courtyard is not big, but the business is the most prosperous in Jinju Lane, and it is also her life's work, she really doesn't want to be destroyed in such an unknown way.

Wu Zhiyuan heard the bustard's name for the woman, and suddenly understood in his heart that this woman was the Ju'er girl that everyone said.

"Mom, don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with this yard, it's all my own doing." When Ju'er said this, she deliberately raised her voice by three points, and at the same time turned her head to look at Zhang Dashuai and Adjutant Wang, and said in a loud voice, "If anyone wants to be held accountable, come to me Yun Qiuju!" ”

A weak woman who looked sick and sick, but said such confident words, especially the meaning of thinking about others in these words, this kind of courage and spirit of responsibility couldn't help but make Wu Zhiyuan think highly of this Yun Qiuju, that is, the girl Ju'er.

Seeing that none of Zhang Dashuai, Adjutant Wang and the others squeaked, Ju'er turned her head to the old bustard and said, "Mom, thank you for taking care of me for so many years, and I will worship Yun Qiuju first!" As he spoke, he bent his knees and was about to kneel to the ground.

The old bustard was quick-eyed, grabbed Ju'er's armpit, and said with a crying voice: "Ju'er, what are you doing here?" You...... Are you going to leave your mother? ”

When Ju'er raised her head, her eyes were already full of tears, and she held back her tears and said: "Now that the situation has developed to this point, it can be regarded as an arrangement in the dark, staying here will not only harm you and the sisters, but it will also be difficult for Ju'er herself to keep it intact." ”

As she spoke, Ju'er turned her head to look at Wu Zhiyuan, and a touch of tenderness flashed in her eyes.