When the Ming Di exploded above the sky, a group of men in black were also looking up outside a dense forest in the south.

Huo Lian only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

"It's not the same as the government's Ming Di." "It looks like there are still fish that have slipped through the net," he said.

Before last night, he knew what was going on here.

"Many, many soldiers." Zhu Chuan relayed the scout's letter, "It's chaotic, it's messy, there are people from Dali Temple, there are local, there are civil officials, there are military generals, and it's like fighting wolves."

Although they were not in the capital, everything that happened in the capital was known.

The most lively thing lately is the ink disciples.

First Zhang Yuan caught the ink disciples, then the ink disciples were robbed by the ink disciples, and then the ink disciples plundered and did evil.

It's as if Zhang Yuan stabbed the ink disciple's nest all of a sudden.

Zhu Chuan couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this description.

"I didn't waste so many people in vain, and I finally found this group of bandits." Huo Lian said.

When the news first came, Zhu Chuan said, "The ink disciple is arrogant", and Huo Lian said that this was not the ink disciple, but a bandit impersonation.

"How could an ink disciple do such a shameful thing."

This always feels weird, Zhu Chuan shook his head, and praised Dudu for being so powerful and smart.

When they walked near the border of the capital, the government finally came to round up the bandits.

Zhu Chuan put his hands on his eyes and looked forward, at this time the sky was overcast, and the fireworks had already dispersed, because they were in the opposite direction of the north and south, and the noise did not come.

"Governor." He excitedly said, "Shall we go and intervene?"

Then catch the thief and bring it back, and give His Majesty a credit to the second, which can humiliate Dali Temple.

I don't know what kind of face Liu Yan will have at that time.

Huo Lian leaned back into the tree and closed her eyes, "It's none of our business."

Okay, then don't bother, Zhu Chuan responded, and ordered the others: "Continue to rest, and we will leave when they finish fighting."

The guards of the Metropolitan Inspectorate should be all together, they camped here last night, and they were supposed to pack up and continue to move forward at dawn.

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books, @

This is a warning from the dark whistle.

Someone!

Zhu Chuan took a step forward and stood in front of Huo Lian, the resting guards moved together, squatting and standing, and the bow and crossbow long sword and shield armor instantly staggered and surrounded Huo Lian.

In the past five years, Huo Lian has encountered countless assassinations.

With the movements of everyone, a person on the road ahead broke through the sky and rushed over.

Behind him there were horses' hooves galloping, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking through the air, which was pursued and intercepted by the alarmed sentinels.

The man didn't dodge, but just raised his cloak and waved it, and the feathered arrow disappeared as if swallowed by a whirlpool.

This action also made everyone see who was coming.

It was a woman, and almost in the blink of an eye, she was dozens of paces away.

Zhu Chuan could hear the creaking of the guards in front of him as they filled their heavy bows.

No matter how the woman, who didn't seem to have the slightest weapon, broke through the sentry post, she didn't think she could get any closer.

Zhu Chuan raised his voice to shout, "Release the arrows—"

"Liang Bazi—" A female voice raised her voice before him, "I'll take the sword—"

The voice was crisp, penetrating the guard's shield armor and rushing straight towards Huo Lian behind Zhu Chuan.

Huo Lian didn't care about Shicai's warning, nor did he care that someone broke through the secret sentry defense, he was still sitting against the tree, looking down at the sword in his hand, until he heard this sentence at this time.

He looked up and said, "Retreat."

The bow and crossbow that was ready to fire were put away, and the guards who were staggered and high and low to protect the formation got out of the way, and the woman who had not slowed down at all was in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Horses neighed and dust fell.

Zhu Chuan didn't care about waving the dust on his face, and at this moment, he was so shocked that his head was buzzing.

Who is this?

Why do you call the former name of the governor?

Why did the governor still let everyone retreat?

Is it to kill this person who dares to mention the old name with his own hands?

The horse's hooves settled, the dust dispersed, and the woman on horseback appeared in front of her, dressed in green clothes and wearing a cloak.

Huo Lian looked at her.

But all you can see is a pair of eyes and a high nose, and the rest of the face is still hidden in a scarf.

Huo Lian withdrew his gaze.

"Take the sword?" He held the six-foot sword in his hand and said, "It's an escape, right?"

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Horses' hooves trampled, dust flying, obscuring the sky and the sun, and dogs barking and human voices were everywhere.

"The thief ran this way."

"Do a good job of prevention and control."

"The back is guarded on the left and right—"

Several officials and generals looked angry and excited, the group of bandits had been killed, and the task explained above was actually completed, and it was an accident to meet the real ink disciples.

In the past, I only heard about it, but today I saw with my own eyes how terrible the ink disciples were, they actually killed a group of bandits, and dared to cut off the heads of the bandits in front of the officers and soldiers. ….

If these ink disciples are caught, this is an accident, and the emperor will definitely be overjoyed.

At this time, the sky was bright, and in a flat and open land, without the cover of night and mountains and forests, the ink disciple really couldn't escape, and was soon found traces, and his identity was also recognized.

It's a woman.

"Chase—" they waved their broadswords, "she can't escape—"

They saw her flee to this side, and there was nowhere for her to flee at such a short distance.

The officers and men galloped, and the hounds barked wildly, but just after crossing a gentle slope, the galloping men and hounds slowed down, and the formation became somewhat scattered, as if they had encountered a flood from a dike.

"What for!" The general was also confused in the middle of it, and roared, "There is only one bandit."

Even if the same party comes again, there is nothing to fear.

"Yes, my lord, the Metropolitan Judge." The soldiers in front hurriedly returned.

The general's scolding is stagnant, and the prosecutor is the judge?

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The galloping soldiers and horses all stopped and parted ways.

A team of men and horses walked among them, looking like a sharp blade from a high place.

Dozens of people in black brocade surrounded a black carriage and walked slowly.

The general galloped over, jumped off his horse from a distance, hurriedly walked over, and leaned over to greet Shi: "The lower official has seen the governor."

There was no response in the carriage.

"No need to be polite." Zhu Chuan, who was riding a horse and following the car, said, and asked, "What are you doing?"

The general hurriedly said, "We are chasing the ink disciples." He hurriedly added, "The governor is not here when you go out, and Your Majesty has given instructions to Dali Temple to supervise it."

The ink disciples are the remnants of the Jin king, and they are under the control of the capital judge, in case Huo Lian thinks that they are disrespectful to him.

It's better to quickly clear up the involvement, he just listens to the errand, Huo Dudu is dissatisfied with His Majesty and Dali Temple.

However, there was still silence in the carriage, Huo Dudu was not everyone's care, it was still Zhu Chuan next to him.

"Then go after you." He said, waving his hand, and the men and horses continued to move forward.

The general didn't react and stood still.

"What?" Zhu Chuan asked, "Can't we go over?"

Only then did the general react and hurriedly get out of the way: "Yes." Then he stood on the side of the road and saluted again, "Let's go."

The black carriage walked slowly.

After walking some distance, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the rear again, and the officers and men continued to pursue.

"Search—don't let go of the grass on the ground."

With shouting, the horses dragged the hob iron across the ground, and smoke and dust billowed up.

Zhu Chuan walked by the car and couldn't help but snort.

"They didn't think to search the Governor's car." He said.

No one responded to his jokes.

There was silence in the carriage.

Zhu Chuan also suddenly felt that this joke was not funny, he pulled the corners of his mouth, looked ahead, and his mind continued to buzz.

He couldn't laugh at the general, and he couldn't imagine that the ink disciple was hiding in the car of the Governor Huo Lian.

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