"Avenge Emperor Lin?"

Shen Ye was stunned, and then said, "Aren't you anti-Lin Alliance?" ”

Mr. Storyteller looked sad: "We are against the eunuch ruling Lin Dynasty, after the emperor and Emperor Xiaolin eradicated the eunuch group, all the states in the world are in ruins, we have decided to return to Shun at that time, rebuild the home after the war, but the ambition of the lonely wolf, still under the banner of 'Jing Nan', the soldiers pointed to the imperial capital, forcing Emperor Xiaolin to self-immolate and die." ”

As if he saw the little emperor being burned by fire, Mr. Storyteller showed a trace of unbearable expression, and said hatefully: "We are inseparable from the Dugu clan!" ”

"Inseparable!" The crowd chimed in.

Shen Ye shrunk his neck.

The storyteller calmed down and talked about the topic: "Son of the Shen family, now please tell me the whereabouts of Prince Dugu." ”

"This ......"

The You Fang Daoist said unhappily: "Shen Gongzi is still hesitating about something, don't you want to say it?" I waited to get you out at the risk of being killed. ”

Shen Ye said tentatively: "How do you know that I know the whereabouts of the crown prince?" ”

"Nonsense, this is our agreement with Miss Tang and the Yang family master!" Someone shouted impatiently.

"Prince......" Shen Ye said eating.

Everyone stared at Shen Ye intently, and Shen Ye had an idea: "The prince is ......"

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang at the door of the factory.

"Who?"

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to look.

"Oh no! Officers and soldiers are coming! Someone shouted.

"Officers and soldiers?"

"Did you read it wrong?"

"How can the officers and soldiers find out here? Don't? ”

"There are traitors! Someone leaked! ”

Everyone pulled out the blades in their hands one after another, confronted each other, and the entire factory warehouse was in chaos, everyone look at me, I look at you, and their eyes are full of vigilance.

"Don't panic!"

Hearing the storyteller's voice, the surroundings gradually fell silent, and only the sound of slamming the door became more and more rapid at the door.

The storyteller said in a deep voice: "Don't mess around, it may just be a routine inspection of officers and soldiers, a single door master, just in case, you take Shen Gongzi and the large army to go first from the tunnel." ”

"Good! You be careful. You Fang Daoist didn't hesitate at all, picked up Shen Ye and walked towards the corner.

"The rest of the people put away their swords and extinguished their torches, and everyone looked at me."

Outside the Xiangrui Buzhuang factory was as bright as day, and hundreds of officers and soldiers held torches to surround Buzhuang.

"Look, sir."

Meng Feng watched the lights in the cloth village being extinguished, and said coldly: "Keep smashing!" ”

"Don't smash it! Stop! Who's outside the door? There was a shout from the iron gate.

Meng Feng glanced at the soldiers beside him, and the soldiers shouted inside: "We are Youzhou patrol soldiers, why are you Buzhuang still lit up so late, aren't you afraid of fire?" ”

A few people in the door breathed a sigh of relief, and a few people turned to the storyteller and said, "The door master, it's a soldier on the night watch, are we going to open the door?" ”

The storyteller pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Tell the brothers to hide it, and don't make a noise until it is absolutely necessary." ”

Meng Feng waited for a long time and didn't see any movement inside the door, and was just about to wave his hand and order a strong attack.

"Zrazla."

An uncomfortable sound sounded, and the iron door slowly opened.

The storyteller's eyelids jumped, and for some reason, he felt that the sound of the door opening was like a death knell from hell.

The door was completely open, and looking at the formation of the officers and soldiers, the people of the anti-Dugu Alliance were a little panicked.

"It's so late, I don't know what the officials are doing." The storyteller squeezed a smile on his face and stepped forward.

"Go in and search!" Meng Feng said expressionlessly.

"Whoa!" All the officers and soldiers rushed in.

"Alas, alas, this, what's going on?" The storyteller looked stunned and looked at Meng Feng.

Meng Feng squinted his eyes, stared at him and asked, "What is your relationship with Guo Yuanwai of Buzhuang?" ”

"Guo Yuanwai?"

Mr. Storyteller sneered in his heart, everyone from the Anti-Dugu Alliance gathered here, how could they not find out the details here, this Xiangrui Buzhuang has never had any Guo Yuan, and the official in front of him was obviously testing himself.

"Guo Yuanwai? My lord is not mistaken, this cloth village belongs to my master. The storyteller looked puzzled.

"Who is your master?"

"My lord is Zhao Xiang and Zhao Yuanwai in the north of the city."

Meng Feng's clenched fist behind his back slowly opened, and the guards around him breathed a sigh of relief and followed the other officers and soldiers in.

Meng Feng said: "The ban issued yesterday in the city, no one is allowed to do business during the curfew time, didn't your master receive it?" ”

The storyteller humbly bowed his head and explained: "So that the official master will know that there has been no peace outside the city recently, and my cloth village has received a batch of large orders from the government. ”

"Your lord has a heart." Meng Feng smiled, but he was puzzled in his heart: "Did you guess wrong, is there something wrong with the Liu family?" ”

"Your Excellency."

A soldier ran out of it and whispered, "Lord Governor, there is a situation inside. ”

"Lord Governor?! He is Meng Feng! Could it really be that the matter is exposed? The storyteller was shocked, and his body trembled a little.

Meng Feng glanced at the storyteller and said, "Has anyone been here in the warehouse?" ”

"Well, a lot of people came today, mainly a few truckloads of cloth from the inner city of Youzhou."

"Let's go, go in and have a look."

Mr. Storyteller followed Meng Feng into the warehouse, and when he saw the cloth car in the center of the warehouse, he couldn't help but secretly say that it was too bad, the time was too rushed, and his side actually left this most fatal evidence at the scene, and he clenched the dagger in his sleeve.

Meng Feng walked to the side of the car, looking at the pile of cloth and satin on the car with a hole exposed in the center, and a person could be hidden in it just now, Meng Feng sneered and asked, "This is?" ”

The storyteller hurriedly explained: "My lord, we cloth workers have a habit of unloading goods, we like to start in the middle to see if there is a shortage of goods inside, so as to prevent the other party from cutting corners. ”

"Good rhetoric." Meng Feng clapped his hands.

"What do you mean?" The storyteller swallowed, cold sweat flowing.

Meng Feng said slowly: "Hand over the prince, I will spare you from death." ”

"What?" Mr. Storyteller was stunned, and his body was accumulating.

Boom!

The officers and soldiers around him drew their long knives, put them on the shoulders of the storyteller, and shouted: "Hand over the prince!" ”

Mr. Storyteller missed the opportunity and scolded in his heart, but looking at the situation, it seemed that Mengzhou Mansion had misunderstood, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master Guan, I haven't seen any prince at all." ”

Meng Feng stepped forward and leaned into the storyteller's ear and said, "I know that the people in the camp in the inner city were saved by you, I don't have much patience, if I don't hand over the prince, I will let you all die here." ”

Mr. Storyteller's pupils shrank, and as soon as Meng Feng's voice fell, Mr. Storyteller suddenly became difficult, leaned forward, and threw himself into Meng Feng's arms, while avoiding the long knife on his shoulder, he grabbed Meng Feng's arm with his left hand, and held the dagger with his right hand, stabbing towards Meng Feng's door.

It happened so suddenly, that the surrounding Youzhou officers and soldiers didn't react at all.

Seeing the dagger coming, Meng Feng did not panic at all, he fell on his back with the force of the storyteller's collision, and at the same time his right leg bent slightly, and rolled the storyteller with his knee.

With a hiss, under the force, a large piece of the fabric on Meng Feng's right arm was torn off.

"Protect your lordship and capture the assassins!"

While the officers and soldiers shouted, the guys in the warehouse and the people in the rivers and lakes hidden in the shadows appeared one after another, and everyone was killed.

"Mengzhou Mansion is worthy of being born in the military camp, good skills!" Mr. Storyteller misses the blow and pounces again.

"I'm going to live."

Meng Feng stepped back, and the soldiers around him greeted him.

Mr. Storyteller did not panic at all in the face of many people attacking, he grasped the psychology of the other party to capture him alive, and did not care about those fatal knife lights, sure enough, in order to avoid hurting his life, although there were many officers and soldiers, they were a little unable to parry.

Mr. Storyteller first kicked down a person, and then a feint, the body retreated, the supporting leg knee was slightly bent, the other foot hooked back, the whole person's center of gravity moved down, swept the ground, and swept to the two, and then Mr. Storyteller slammed forward, and his shoulder hit the lower abdomen of a soldier, so that he spit out bile directly, at this time two soldiers attacked from the left and right sides, Mr. Storyteller saw this, shouted angrily, picked up the soldier who vomited bile, and took it out as a meat shield.

In an instant, Mr. Storyteller knocked down five people and fought his way out of the encirclement.

"What a Xijon Fighting Technique!"

Mr. Storyteller ran out of the gate quickly, listening to Meng Feng's words behind him, his breathing suddenly became a little disordered, and he was shocked in his heart: "Meng Feng knows my identity?!" ”

In a panic, he revealed a flaw, and Qiao Zheng, who was already preparing outside the door, roared, and a spear stabbed out from the shadows.

Mr. Storyteller was already uneasy, and he was frightened by this roar, and was stabbed through by Qiao Zheng without defense.

Kurachi also ended the battle quickly, except for a few officers and soldiers who were killed by the sudden appearance of the Jianghu people at the beginning, the people who died were all people from the anti-Dugu Alliance.

Meng Feng walked up to the storyteller who fell to the ground, squatted down, frowned and asked, "Where is the prince?" ”

"Hahahaha."

The storyteller spurted blood in laughter, he endured the pain, and said intermittently: "I said it all, I don't know any prince at all." ”

"You rescued people from the inner city."

"Not bad."

Mr. Storyteller gasped: "We just saved a son of the Shen family, Lord Zhoufu, are you very disappointed?" ”

The storyteller raised his eyes with difficulty, wanting to see Meng Feng's disappointed expression, but what he saw was Meng Feng's mocking face.

"Lord of the State Mansion, little general, we found a tunnel under a shelf."

Qiao Zheng heard this: "My lord, I'll take someone to chase after you!" ”

Meng Feng nodded, and when he saw the team leaving, he turned his head and held the handle of the gun that ran through Mr. Storyteller's body with his hand, and said slowly: "You are very unconfident in your fighting skills, otherwise you should not have run away at that time, but came to me." ”

The storyteller stared blankly at the night sky, speechless.

"I don't know the relationship between you and Xirong, but the other party is willing to teach you this, I think you have Xirong's blood in you."

The storyteller tried to catch his breath, but couldn't say a word.

"Youzhou hasn't been so lively for a long time, and even the people from Xirong are involved."

Meng Feng's expression was a little sad for some reason, and he muttered: "I want the teacher to live, I want the prince to live, I want to live myself, but why do you people who have nothing to do with this matter come to stop me?" ”

Meng Feng let out a long sigh, his eyes gradually became indifferent, he looked at the storyteller who was out of breath and said: "I don't know if you know that the son of the Shen family in the camp is the prince of Dugu, if you know, then I admire you, you have proved your loyalty to the Dugu family with your life, I am not as good as you, go all the way!" ”

Meng Feng grabbed the handle of the gun and stood up.

The storyteller's eyes were wide open, and he was out of breath.