The carriage was accompanied by a drizzle, wrapped in a creaking sound and slowly driving on the widest Chang'an Avenue in the city, through the gap in the carriage door, Bao Toad vaguely saw a group of people in the distance with torches as if they were arguing about something, but they were too far away to hear clearly.

So Bao Chan kicked the carriage with his foot, and told the coachman in front of him to see what was going on, where did so many idlers on Chang'an Street have such a good leisure and leisure, standing on Chang'an Street with torches and braving the rain, is it not looking for souls?

The coachman answered, slowly stopped the carriage, put the box under the buttocks, and told Jinzhu to take care of the little master, and then slowly climbed off the seat and walked into the distance.

It's also funny, this coachman who has followed him since he can remember has a name that is extremely incommensurate with his ordinary appearance, but what it is called, Bao Toad can't remember clearly, anyway, he vaguely remembers that his father once mentioned it, saying that this guy's martial arts are very strong, and there are very few people in the world who can pass three or four moves under him.

But after all these years, in addition to finding him grinding his teeth and snoring and occasionally farting quietly, as well as the bald spotted head that scratches more and more, how can he look like a master. As he grew older, his already small hair seemed to have become the flesh of his heart, and he sighed for several days when he accidentally fell off one and a half roots. If such a person is a master, his own Lao Tzu is a master craftsman who is even more divine than a divine craftsman.

After about a cup of tea, the old coachman walked back, only to say that there was a dead person in front of him, and asked his little master whether he had passed through or bypassed.

I was already upset today, how could Bao Chan have the leisure to go around. Isn't it just a dead person, I've seen a lot of beheading and beheading over the years, how can I have so many scruples. So he waved his hand and commanded him to go straight through.

The coachman agreed, climbed into the seat, moved his butt from side to side to find a comfortable position, and then gently pulled the reins. The sumptuous and terrifying carriage continued to creak and creak forward.

As the carriage got closer and closer, the people with torches in the distance seemed to have discovered the behemoth in the shadows, and they all stopped talking for a while, just silently watching the luxurious carriage get closer and farther away.

An errand officer couldn't hold back after all, spit on the ground, and said angrily: "Is he here to demonstrate?!"

The second child of the Shen family beside him suddenly pulled: "The third child of the Zhang family, don't you want to die?"

"I don't want this damn life today, and I also want to ask Jiang Baochan, a bastard, if there is a king in the world!" Without waiting for the angry third child of the Zhang family to catch up with the killing stick, Song Tongju, who arrived in a hurry, had already given an order and pressed the third child of the Zhang family left and right, and snatched the stick in his hand to cause trouble.

This Song Tongju was obviously dressed in a hurried official uniform, pulling a pair of slippers, and there was a grain of eye feces in the corner of his eyes that had not yet been noticed, although he was born in a military general family, he was over half a hundred years old, and he could vaguely see the shadow of his youth from his appearance, and the Danfeng eyes on the face of the national character had become triangular eyes at this time, and he kicked the third child of the Zhang family who was pressed to the ground on the buttocks: "Zhang Laosan, are you too much yellow soup and lost your mind? What are you? You dare to say such rebellious words! Xiao Zhengde!" Drag this donkey down for me to sober up!"

"Let go of me! The surname is Song, Lao Tzu was really blind to think that you are a good official! You and this bastard surnamed Jiang are basically in the same group! It's a shame that Li Gongzi trusts you so much! You're a fucking dog bastard! Turtle bastard!" The people on both sides were completely dumbfounded, what kind of madness did the third child of the Zhang family make, why did even Song Tongju scold him together?!

Look at Song Tongju's face full of anger, and let him scold him again, I'm afraid that even if Governor Zhang comes in person, he won't be able to save his life, the second child of the Shen family hurriedly grabbed a handful of soaked and rotten donkey dung from the ground next to him and stuffed it into the mouth of the third child of the Zhang family, and while he was stunned, he helped Xiao Zhengde's guards drag this madman far away.

Zhang Laosan was still struggling, but Xiao Guard had already hit him on the back of the head with a knife, and he fainted with a crooked neck.

dragged to the alley next to him, Xiao Guards casually left Zhang Laosan, told Li Laosan to take care of him, and went straight back to the street.

Li Lao Er looked at Zhang Laosan who was unconscious, and then looked at Xiao Guard, who turned around and walked out, and he didn't know what the situation was now.

By the time Zhang Laosan woke up, it was already dawn, and Li Laoer and Xiao Guards were gone. By the time he arrived outside the alley, Chang'an Avenue had already returned to its former prosperity, and how could there be any bit of last night's tragedy? If it weren't for the new stone slabs on the ground, Zhang Laosan really wondered if he had a dream last night when he drank high. Everything is so orderly and peaceful, only a hidden sword mark at the mouth of the alley that no one has noticed tells the tragedy on the street last night, silently recording a backbone that belongs to Daming.

Zhang Laosan, who was in a daze, deducted the donkey dung in his mouth, and pushed away Li Laoer, who hurried into the water with a small jar of bad wine and three or two pigs: "You don't dare to say it, the surname Song doesn't dare to care." There are always people in this world who dare to take care of this injustice! Jiangbei Zhang Siyuan, Zhang Daxia, Guanzhong Zhou Ziran, Zhou Daxia, Guanwai Liu Baiyi, Liu Daxia, which is not a first-class hero! If it really doesn't work, I will go to Yangzhou Mansion to invest in Mr. Ming's Sun Moon Hall, practice martial arts hard, and one day I will definitely be able to take Jiang Baochan's dog's life!"

Li Lao Er had to sigh. The government is dark, how good can the rivers and lakes be?