On the street, a horse-drawn carriage is rapidly moving along the street, surrounded by a large circle of riders. A man dressed as a master poked his head out of the car window, glanced back and forth a few times, and then shrank back.

"Master, the rest of the people who saw him off have gone back." He turned his head and said to a middle-aged man in the car, "I don't know how many people they are willing to make." ”

"These people are just little minions, I Wang Zongwen's face, they still have to give it." The middle-aged man disagreed: "It depends on how the historian reacts." ”

"Master Shi is not at home today, and the second master is an envoy to the East, and he hasn't come back yet." After the master finished speaking, he raised doubts: "Master Shi has been training with the fleet for the past few days, and he is not there, and it is estimated that there are only the old lady, Mrs. Liu and Shi Sanlang at home - that is the young man named Stan." Can these people support us? ”

"That's a good thing, too. You don't need their support, as long as you don't oppose it. Wang Zongwen said: "A few members of the Shi family are anxious to get rid of that Shi Huizhen, and they have acquiesced to the Zhuang Ding and guards everywhere to come out to help us." This time, we only need to say hello to the main family and say that we will give them face. As long as someone accidentally kills her, the Shi family will take the initiative to help us explain. ”

"It's still a visionary." The master flattered at the right time, and took out another greeting post: "The little one has been written just now, master, take a look." ”

Although he knew that it was a formality, Wang Zongwen still opened it routinely, glanced at it casually, and returned it to him: "Okay, just hand this to them." ”

The master hurriedly took it and retracted it in his sleeve. Seeing Wang Zongwen leaning on the cushion and starting to close his eyes to recuperate, he stopped talking.

However, after a few moments, he felt the car slow down. There was also the shouting of the family and the arguments of others in front.

"What's going on?" Wang Zongwen immediately became vigilant and sat up straight.

The master poked his head out again. On the road ahead, a group of people gathered at some point. The men were all dressed in black robes, and the women were wrapped in black turbans. In the middle of the crowd, a coffin was placed on the ground. A bearded old man at the head was arguing with the leader's family. The other riders drove their horses to help, brandishing whips and driving the mourners to the side of the road.

The master retracted into the car and reported, "There are funeral people, blocking the road. ”

"Bad luck." Wang Zongwen frowned and scolded: "What kind of person, funeral in the middle of the night?" ”

"I look like a Persian. Maybe the customs are different. The master explained: "Don't worry, you've already gone to pick up people." Tell them to quickly lift the coffin aside and get out of the way, it shouldn't be delayed. ”

"Do Persians still use coffins for funerals?" Wang Zongwen muttered.

"Well, they are Tianfang, there are many sects, God knows which one." The master didn't understand this, so he had to prevaricate, poke his head out again, and shouted at the family: "Hurry up and blast them away!" Don't let someone break it on purpose. ”

Obeying the order, the family members all took up their weapons and rushed over in a row. The crowd at the funeral immediately dispersed in a panic, and even a few laborers carrying the coffin ran away. The old man was left to retreat to the coffin, pointing to it excitedly and trying to defend himself in accented Greek.

The crowd didn't bother to pay attention to him. Anyway, the road has been cleared, so I'm ready to leave. The coachman also waved his whip and continued on his way. The master was about to retract his head, when he caught a glimpse of the old man suddenly slapped the coffin twice, turned around and jumped to the side.

"There is fraud!" The master immediately shouted.

But his reaction was still half a beat slower. At the moment when the old man slapped the coffin, there was a sudden explosion and a roar. In the firelight, a cluster of projectiles erupted from the coffin's head, knocking the front row of the family to the ground.

On the rooftops of the buildings on both sides of the street, more than a dozen figures immediately appeared, shooting at the unarmored servants in front and behind the carriage. The coachman was hit by two arrows and fell in front of the car. Before the master could retract his head, he was also hit by an arrow in the head and hung horizontally in the window.

In the carriage, Wang Zongwen immediately grabbed his helmet, buckled it on his head, and shouted: "Withdraw quickly!" ”

A man grabbed his shield and rode his horse. knocked on the carriage and shouted, "Master, this way!" Wang Zongwen immediately pushed out the body of his master, kicked the door open, and rushed out of the carriage. On the roof, two arrows were fired at him, one of which was blocked by the shield of the householder, and the other was shot at the back. However, the arrow only pierced the outer robe, and was blocked by the armor under the garment, and slid down.

Another leather-clad jumped off his horse, pushed him up in a hurry, and slapped the horse's buttocks. The family man on horseback also protected Wang Zongwen's head with a shield with one hand, held the reins with the other, and slammed his crotch under his mount.

The dismounted family ran a few paces, using their bodies as cover to block the arrows fired at the galloping horses from behind the side, and waited until they were far away before returning. The horseman led Wang Zongwen's horse and galloped up in a few steps. The other family members who followed immediately turned around and fled with them.

The group of mourners before also drew their weapons and came over from all sides. They took the lasso and the grappling hook and dragged several people down. But the family members also reacted quickly, relying on the strength of their armor, even if they fell off their horses, they quickly gathered and fought back and forth with these assassins.

However, at the intersection of the street, another carriage came and crossed the road, blocking most of the road at once. In the car, several strong men wearing European armor jumped out, and without saying a word, they took long swords and big axes and killed them.

The man who rushed to the front swung his sword and slashed it, but the strong man in the lead only turned slightly to give way to the blade of the sword, grabbed the sword almost a man high with both hands, roared and swung it, and actually cut off the horse's head with a sword, slashed at the waist of the family, and swept him away.

The carcass of the headless horse fell to the ground with a bang, and the strong man himself was pushed upside down and flew several steps backwards, crashing into the carriage. But the few people next to him didn't stop at all, shouting "Long live France!" He pounced on the remaining few family members.

These few people are amazing, and their moves and luck are extremely brave. Although the tricks are simple, they are also precise and direct, which makes the family members quite stressed. Seeing that they couldn't solve it quickly, they shouted "Master will go home first" and rushed forward one after another. Only the family member who led the horse immediately took Wang Zongwen and ran away from the gap first.

It was not far from the mansion from which they had departed, and the two of them quickly returned to the front of the mansion. The guests here hadn't even dispersed, and everyone was shocked to see them running back in such a hurry.

The guards of the mansion and Wang Zongwen's personal servants all rushed up one after another to pick him up. Wang Zongwen himself had already come to his senses and immediately called the captain of the guard.

"The assassins are still fighting Wang Qi over there!" He stretched out his hand and pointed, "Go and take them all down!" ”

The captain immediately screamed and told his subordinates to hurry up and follow him to support, shouting and running away quickly. Several male and female servants took over the job of taking care of Wang Zhongwen, hugged him for a while, and walked towards the gate. The guests who didn't leave also followed, ready to take the opportunity to set up again.

Everyone was finally relieved, but suddenly there was another gunshot on the street corner. The captain of the guard, who was summoning his subordinates, fell to the ground in response, and the others immediately became confused. The guards ran around, looking for the enemy, and soon found a woman wrapped in a scarf at the opposite alley, and immediately chased after her.

The other servants and guests, in a panic, rushed into the courtyard in a hurry, and then hurriedly closed the gate and began to prepare for defense, lest someone suddenly kill out, only this tall and thick courtyard wall can barely give people some comfort.

Wang Zongwen's Greek mistress, dressed in a luxurious satin dress, also hurriedly walked out of the inner hall and welcomed him back. Seeing that the old man returned to the house safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Gradually, the streets calmed down. After more than a quarter of an hour, the family who went out to arrest the thief also sent a few people back to report the news.

They were about to go to Wang Zongwen to report, but the housekeeper in the house stopped them.

"The master has just been frightened, and he hasn't recovered yet. You broke in and made him angry, and I had to be unlucky. He said displeasedly, "Otherwise." Tell me if you have discovered anything. If there is good news, you can report it to the master so that he can recover. ”

The family members replied that there were not many twists and turns. Although those Persian thieves were good at archery and quick to shoot arrows, those bows were not lethal to the armorers. After the master left, the thieves lost their minds and fled in all directions. In the end, their damage was basically caused by someone's sudden cannonball. In the ensuing battle, all the servants died, but there were no casualties among the family.

Those who called themselves French who didn't know where they came from, also quickly withdrew. They had someone to answer, but the number of family members over there was too small, so they didn't dare to chase after them. Again, only one person was wounded, and no one was killed in battle.

In short, although it is thrilling, the loss is acceptable. It's a pity that the master still didn't save him, and he didn't catch the enemy's mouth alive.

"What about the physical evidence?" The butler asked again.

"Physical evidence...... We were in control of the scene of the first attack, and we didn't know if we should continue to watch over there. One of the family members replied, "The thieves have prepared a cannon and hid it in a special coffin." The front and top of the coffin were cardboard, in the middle was a shelf, and there was a person hidden in the back. It may be that someone outside sends a signal, and the person inside lights a fire. It's terrible......"

"This thief dares to attack the master, and he is not going to die." The butler interrupted him: "But the cannon is not so easy to obtain, can you see the shape and origin of this cannon?" ”

"Uh......" Several family members looked at each other: "There is an inscription, and it is written to belong, but it should not be credible......"

"Who's in charge?" The butler immediately grasped the point: "If it is a cannon of our country, there must be an inscription." Even if you have processed it, you can see the scratch marks. ”

"It's not scratched, the inscription is clear." One of the family members said cautiously: "It's our own cannon." ”

"What?!" The housekeeper was stunned for a moment: "French, this is still the king's family...... It's not a big deal. ”

However, no one could answer his question, because the family members obviously did not know. Everyone thought about it for a while with sad faces, but they didn't understand whether the rest of the Wang family wanted to frame the master, or the thieves had already prepared and even counterfeited the weapons.

They were also worried about being angry, and they didn't think about whether to take advantage of this time to talk about it, let alone who would remind the master and gather all the families.

At this moment, the Greek mistress walked by the front of the hall with a jar of porridge and two maids. The butler hurried forward and stopped her.

"Lady Zoe, Lady Zoe." He arched his hand: "Please go and take a look, see if the master is in a good mood." We ......"

He pointed to the housekeeper behind him, and the mistress naturally understood the meaning.

"My lord likes to drink this porridge the most, and he will be in a good mood every time after drinking. I'll greet you, and you'll come in again. She admonished.

Several people hurriedly smiled and nodded. The mistress carried the jar in her hand, and Shi Shiran walked to the inner hall. When she reached the door, she pushed it down, but it didn't move.

The mistress didn't think too much, and with some force, she pushed again, and a corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

The mistress screamed, and the porcelain jar in her hand fell and shattered to the ground. The housekeepers and the housekeepers didn't care if the old man would get angry, so they hurriedly rushed over.

At the door of the inner hall, there was a male corpse. Everyone immediately recognized him as Wang Zongwen's personal valet, but his neck had been cut off and blood was flowing all over the ground. It's just because the threshold is blocked that it doesn't flow out. There was still a look of confusion and surprise in his expression, and he didn't seem to resist, so he was killed.

In the center of the hall, there was also a valet lying face down on the ground. He was stabbed in the waist and in the back of the heart, and blood flowed from the depths of the wound, staining the clothes around him and the ground under him red, but he didn't splash far, and he was obviously killed before he could resist.

And where the hall was against the wall, on the main seat next to the table, there was a headless corpse. Blood dripped from the severed neck, on the tabletop, on the floor, and pooled into a pool of blood. The head has disappeared, and it can only be seen from the clothes that this is Wang Zongwen.

Behind the corpse, on the whitewashed wall, a fine spot of blood was splattered. There, an eagle was painted in blood.

The housekeeper rushed forward, touched the corpse, and found that it was already a little cold. The window next to it was half opened, and it was obvious that the murderer had already fled.

The butler let out a scream worse than that of a mistress, and sat down on the ground.

(End of chapter)