An ordinary bearded knife, but with the momentum of wind and thunder, it shattered the wooden window in an instant, and flew straight towards Yan Hong's knife-holding arm.

The blade came so fast that it almost burned the air. Before Yan Hong could react, Hu Dao had already cut off his wrist neatly, and blood splattered on An Qing's pale face.

When the cracked long knife fell to the ground, Yan Hong screamed in pain.

Zhao Wu'an moved in an instant, his clothes fluttering like falling snow.

He arrived at An Qing's side in one step, dragged her behind him, and Su Musha, who was holding it in his right hand, stabbed forward in one go. The slender streamer sword stabbed into Yan Hong's shoulder, splashing blood. Zhao Wu'an's thin lips were pursed, the momentum in his hand did not stop, and he continued to go deeper, nailing him to the wooden wall, until Su Musha only left the hilt of the sword exposed, and then stopped the movement in his hand.

Yan Hong, whose right hand was cut off and his left shoulder was nailed, couldn't move for a while, and his eyes burned with anger.

Zhao Wu'an said softly: "Your last words?"

Yan Hong sneered: "The thief shouted to catch the thief, who was nailed to the wall by you at this time? You are the culprit in this case!"

Zhao Wu'an's expression was complicated.

Behind him, Hu Buxi had already run to the door, and he was unexpectedly followed by a large group of people, including Meng Qianlei and Nie Xinglu.

In fact, not long after Yan Hong had just held An Qing hostage, Hu Buxi had already arrived in front of Zhao Wu'an's door. But what a tacit understanding he had with Zhao Wu'an, Zhao Wu'an just glanced out, Hu Buxi already understood, and hurriedly used light skills to go away, calling many witnesses.

A group of people stood in the corner of the wall and listened for a long time, until Yan Hong counted to seven, Hu Buxi suddenly came out of the knife, and Zhao Wu'an, who was like one person with him, also saved An Qing almost at the same time, and then immediately covered his shoulders with Su Mu to restrain Yan Hong.

Now Yan Hong's dying struggle was also expected by Zhao Wu'an. It's just that he just wants to show weakness and spray Zhao Wu'an's blood before he dies.

Meng Qianlei raised his voice and said: "Yan Hong, if you slander Zhao Jushi again, I will let you hang your body on the city wall of Hangzhou for seven days after you die, divide the body of five horses, and then throw it away from the wild dogs and eat it." ”

Yan Hong, who collapsed by the wall, sneered: "That's it, the rivers and lakes here and there, are just blood swamps." If you are tired in the future, you might as well come to the spring and talk to me. ”

He bit the poison under his tongue suddenly, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and in a moment he was gone.

Zhao Wu'an, who had expected that he would commit suicide by swallowing poison, did not show a look of surprise, but just pulled out Su Mushao and withdrew the sword box, picked up the Hu knife on the ground and threw it to Hu Buxi, turning his head to look at An Qing who was in shock.

An Qing swallowed her saliva, her eyebrows moistened.

"Gone. Zhao Wu'an patted her on the head, picked up the sword box, and led her out of the house.

The sun outside the house was like fire, and Meng Qianlei said: "The real murderer has already been punished, thank you Zhao Jushi." ”

Zhao Wu'an looked at him and wondered: "How do you know?"

Meng Qianlei was stunned for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "This ...... Yan Hong has already wanted to assassinate Zhao Jushi, and he is also using a one-handed knife, and now he has committed suicide in fear of crime, isn't he still the real murderer?"

Zhao Wu'an turned his head and looked at the corpse lying in the room, without saying a word. That Hu Buxi had already sent someone to find the yamen to bring Yan Hong's body back to the yamen for the record. Zhao Wuan nodded and said, "Yes, then close the case." By the way, please prepare a new room for me by the head of the Meng family, this one is not very lucky. ”

"Definitely, definitely. Meng Qianlei hugged his fists and said, "Last night, my sister was too sad, and the banquet broke up unhappily. Tonight, Meng Mou will set up another banquet for all the knights, and he will return with all his ranks, and it will not be regarded as insulting his brother-in-law's name as a celestial immortal sect. ”

Many knights who came nearby responded one by one, and soon dispersed, wanting to inform the other heroes in the palace of the news of this real murder. After Meng Qianlei and Zhao Wu'an bowed deeply, they also turned around and left the courtyard.

There are only three people left in the courtyard: Hu Buxi, Zhao Wuan and An Qing.

Ever since she walked out of the guest room, An Qing had been staring at Zhao Wu'an motionlessly, the corners of her eyes moist. Hu Buxi glanced at Zhao Wu'an and whispered, "That's it?"

"How could it be. Zhao Wu'an lowered his voice, and his expression remained unchanged.

An Qingwu grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and Hu Buxi sighed: "Luo Yige Xie Yan, Yanyu Pavilion Yan Hong, these two people are intent on assassinating you." I originally thought that Liangzhejiang was under my jurisdiction, at least it would be safer, but I didn't expect that there were still people who wanted to fish in troubled waters. ”

Zhao Wu'an said quietly: "I've been pestered by them for a long time, it's nothing. ”

Hu Buxi looked at him with a complicated expression: "The key is that Xiao Donglai's death-"

He didn't finish speaking, and Zhao Wuan also nodded, indicating that he already knew.

Hu Buxi didn't notice this, but when he brought someone to contain Xiao Donglai's body today, he found out that the knife was thrown by Jiang Xinzhu's husband when Zheng Rong was killed. It is unknown where he went later, but it is very likely that he was taken by Jiang Xinzhu, and someone took it away from Jiang Xinzhu and used it to assassinate Xiao Donglai.

"I haven't dared to tell Qiao Xi about this yet. Hu Buxi scratched his head and looked distressed, "She is very weak now, I brought her here to the banquet, although I was happy, but there was a murder, and I was sick again, Lao Hu I don't know how to get better." ”

Before the words fell, a graceful figure came from the entrance of the courtyard, and Zhao Wu'an poked Hu Buxi and raised his head over there. Hu Buxi turned around and immediately put on a happy expression, but the previous distress could not be dissipated, and the result was that he looked half-happy and unhappy, which was very funny.

Qiao Xi, who came from afar, sneered, looked forward to his life, and saw that there were outsiders around, but he didn't make too much affection with Hu Buxi, and covered his cheeks and said coquettishly: "I heard that the murderer was caught?"

Hu Buxi glanced at Zhao Wu'an, Zhao Wu'an shook his head, Hu Buxi sighed in his heart, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Qiao Xi said movingly: "This is really good! You can finally rest, and my adoptive father's spirit in heaven can rest in peace." ”

Hu Buxi nodded at her, temporarily put aside the worries in his heart, squeezed out an interesting smile, and said flatteringly: "Qiao Xilan is very good-hearted, a female stream is self-reliant, if your adoptive father sees it, he will definitely be able to smile at Jiuquan." ”

Qiao Xi couldn't hold back his smile, glanced at him, and said angrily: "Even if it's a compliment, you have to say it subtly." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Hu Buxi smiled at her, obviously very happy. Zhao Wuan stood aside, and shook his head helplessly.

Qiao Xi blinked suddenly, leaned into Hu Buxi's ear, and said something. Hu Buxi was stunned, nodded, walked to Zhao Wu'an's side, and asked in his ear: "She said that she wanted to try the feeling of drinking under the moonlit night, but the two of us were too shy and impatient, so I asked if you would come." ”

Zhao Wuan rolled his eyes helplessly: "Do you still know shyness?"

Hu Buxi slapped him: "What nonsense! As long as it doesn't involve the boss, you and He ...... With Qiao Xi's affairs, my bottom line has always been stable!"

Zhao Wu'an buried his head in thought. What is the degree of stability of Hu Buxi? Isn't it twenty zhang down the bottom line of ordinary people, setting a stable line?

"So you mean, once it comes to me, there will be no bottom line?" Zhao Wu'an accompanied him with nonsense in a serious manner.

"Of course, the boss is no one, even if one person cuts down the Zichen Palace, my boss Hu will say nothing and brows without frowning!"

Zhao Wu'an was numb from his laughter, waved his hand and took a few steps back, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay." I really didn't expect that this Qiao Xi looked at Xiuwai Huizhong, and he still had the same virtue as He Yanshan in his bones, and he was unhappy to do things. ”

"Boss, I respect you, but don't say anything bad about her!" Hu Buxi pretended to lift the knife in his hand.

Zhao Wu'an helplessly held his forehead: "I know, I know." I'll go, you hurry away now, I have a headache. ”

In today's world, it is estimated that only Dailou Sangyu and Hu Buxi can give him such a headache. Dailou Sangyu is only occasional, and Hu Buxi can really make him have a headache anytime and anywhere.

Hu Buxi, who got the approval, smiled, ran over to help Qiao Xi and whispered a few words, Qiao Xi smiled like a hibiscus out of the water, and gradually distanced himself from Hu Buxi.

Looking at the two of them, Zhao Wu'an shook his head to himself, looking helpless. The fear of being dominated by He Yanshan and Hu Buxi back then seems to have gradually surfaced in my heart.

He turned around and said to An Qing jokingly: "The two of them have to invite me to ......."

He couldn't finish his words because An Qing wouldn't let him say them.

To be precise, it was An Qing who wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head in front of his chest, and a faint fragrance surrounded Zhao Wu'an. The corners of her eyes, which had been just moist, finally shed tears because of An Qing's sobbing, although there were only a few drops, An Qing couldn't cry.

Zhao Wuan helplessly comforted: "Obviously you haven't shed a few tears, so don't keep crying." ”

An Qing didn't listen, shook her head in his arms, and continued to sob. Her hand kept straining, and Zhao Wu'an had no choice, so he leaned over slightly, so that she could hold it easier.

He patted her on the top of her head and asked softly, "Scared?"

"Hmm. An Qing's head was buried in his arms, and her voice sounded muffled.

Zhao Wuan reached out and scratched his ears. Maintaining such a posture all the time is of course not easy for Zhao Jushi, who is still carrying a big box behind him.

The afternoon sun is just right, the summer breeze is slightly drunk, and the grass and trees are swaying.

An Qing just tiptoed like this, hugging Zhao Jushi tightly all the time. After a long time, she whispered, "Thank you." ”

The sound was very soft and low, almost inaudible.

Zhao Wu'an smiled faintly and pretended to be relaxed: "No thanks." ”