After the rebirth of the queen princess, her farming is also overwhelmed!

Chapter 83 Reversal (1st update)

The guard was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do, so he was punched in the chest.

Su Shirong had just walked out of the dark alley. When he saw this scene, he quickly shouted: "Stop!"

Seeing Su Shirong finally appear, the guard looked with hope: "Young Master!"

Zhao Enhua's servant pointed at Su Shirong with a hateful look: "It turns out you sent someone to kill our second son, and we want you to pay for it with your life."

Su Shirong looked at Zhao Enhua lying on the ground, and looked at the guard in disbelief: "Did you kill him?"

The guard shook his head: "My subordinates just asked them to stop and not to hurt innocent people. It was Mr. Zhao who bumped into my subordinates' swords."

The boy from the Zhao Mansion sighed: "You fart, our young master is not a fool. Why would he hit your sword and commit suicide?"

When the county magistrate and the police saw Rong Xuan, they were a little excited, as if they had a backbone.

Rong Xuan and the county magistrate helped the injured policeman up on the ground.

Rong Xuan's gaze swept across the entire audience and he frowned slightly.

The county magistrate pulled Rong Xuan's sleeves and whispered: "I saw with my own eyes that Second Young Master Zhao hit his sword by himself."

Although he couldn't figure out why Mr. Zhao couldn't think of committing suicide.

Soon he understood.

Soldiers and horses from Fucheng arrived and arrested Su Shirong on the grounds of killing the second son of Zhao.

It turns out that their target is not the guards, but the guards' master Su Shirong.

The county magistrate vaguely felt that this was a conspiracy, but he didn't understand. Aren't the Su family and the Zhao family become in-laws? Why did the Second Young Master Zhao risk his life to frame the First Young Master Su?

Su Shirong believed that the guard would not lie, but Zhao Enhua really committed suicide in order to frame him?

This is not like Zhao Enhua's character.

The time when the officers and soldiers appeared was also coincidental. It was not like someone came to report the incident, but it seemed like they had been nearby all along.

Su Shirong turned around, glanced at the secret guard, and asked him to find his cousin. He had the eldest princess's token in his hand, and they couldn't do anything to him for the time being.

Someone from the Zhao family came quickly, glared at Su Shirong angrily, and quickly asked someone to carry Zhao Enhua away.

"Get out of my way, get out of my way..." The Zhao family members drove the crowd away with fierce expressions on their faces.

Rong Xuan stood in the middle of the road, slowly moved away, as if he was knocked down by someone behind him, and fell on Zhao Enhua.

Smelling the smell of blood in the air, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Enhua's abdomen...

The officers and soldiers said to Su Shirong: "Master Su, your bodyguard deliberately killed the Second Master Zhao. Please come with us."

Last time, Su Shirong took out the eldest princess token, but they didn't dare to touch him.

Now it was Su Shirong's bodyguard who killed the second young master of the Zhao family, but it was useless even if he took out his token.

The eldest princess's token is an amulet, but it is not the eldest princess herself and she can kill people at will.

Su Shirong knew that he would not be able to escape today, so they tied his hands and put the knife on his neck.

"Stop, what are you doing!" The Zhao family boy roared at Rong Xuan, a dagger appeared in his hand, and stabbed Rong Xuan.

"Bang!" Rong Xuan pulled hard, and the blood bag in Zhao Enhua's abdomen fell. There was still half a bag of blood inside, hanging in the air by him.

Officers and soldiers: "..."

Su Shirong: "..."

The county magistrate's eyes widened: This is okay!

Sure enough, no one can be stronger than my brother Rong.

The people in the Zhao family were so angry that they tried to pull the blood sac, but there was a snap, the blood sac burst, and it sprayed in Zhao Enhua's face.

Zhao Enhua was lying on the ground smelling the disgusting smell of blood. He couldn't bear it and opened his eyes, glaring at Rong Xuan angrily with a seriously injured and weak expression.

When I saw the blood bag made of sausage casings in his hand, my eyes widened instantly and I quickly touched what was hidden in my abdomen.

He had been pretending to be dead just now, thinking that someone from the Zhao family was pretending to stop his bleeding, but he didn't expect that someone pulled out the blood bag hidden in his waist.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on him.

Zhao Enhua has never been so embarrassed.

Su Shirong had already asked the guards to untie the rope, and smiled slightly: "Second Young Master Zhao really did everything possible to frame me."

Zhao Enhua glared at Su Shirong angrily: "You are talking nonsense. This is my blood. It was him... who dug out my intestines. I am about to die."

He said that he was about to fall to the ground again. He would send Su Shirong to prison no matter what today. He could not let Su Futai and his father's plan fail.

He was half-weak and ready to close his eyes, but saw Rong Xuan write two words on the ground, and the people around him immediately gathered around and burst into laughter.

Zhao Enhua couldn't help but feel his veins popping. He still closed his eyes and looked at the two words on the ground that smelled of blood.

Chicken, blood!

Zhao Enhua's head buzzed and he stared at Rong Xuan with a red face. How did he know?

Rong Xuan glanced at him provocatively, full of ridicule and disdain.

The Second Young Master Zhao has been running rampant in Fucheng for many years. Even Su Shirong didn't dare to look at him like this, let alone an ordinary person.

Seeing that he could no longer pretend, Zhao Enhua jumped up, pointed at Rong Xuan and said angrily: "Come here, kill him."

Rong Xuan deliberately provoked him, how could he suffer a loss?

Su Shirong stood in front of Rong Xuan and suddenly shouted behind Zhao Enhua: "Brother, they are going to kill me."

If it were the past, as proud as Su Shirong, he would never show weakness to others, even his relatives.

Now he fully understands that the so-called pride has nothing but restraining his fists and feet.

The second young master Zhao wanted to kill people in the street. The officers and soldiers originally wanted to turn a blind eye, but Su Shirong's words of "big brother" instantly made them weak.

Zhao Enhua obviously did not expect that someone would come to support Su Shirong at this time.

In his eyes, Su Zhi is the biggest in the whole city of Youzhou, and his father is the second. Su Zhi will leave soon, so his father is the biggest.

Who is Su Shirong's cousin?

Zhao Enhua is a frog in the well of Fucheng. He still doesn't know that his father can't even lift a finger in front of Lord Su, the Marquis of Shangjing.

At this time, Zhao Enhua turned around and saw a man sitting high on a horse.

He said with a smile: "Which concubine of the Su family are you? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Su Shirong and Uncle Su have turned against each other. He even sent guards to kill me today because he hates my father.

He is Uncle Su's right-hand man."

The man had an iron-blooded aura and cherished his words like gold: "Who is your father?"

Zhao Enhua thought he was scared and laughed: "You still don't know who my father is? You are really ignorant. You can just ask on the street who my Zhao family is and who my father is. I...

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"Bang!" Immediately, the man whipped out his whip fiercely and hit Zhao Enhua's thin and tender face, instantly tearing open the flesh and dripping with blood.

Apparently his patience has run out.

"Ah..." Zhao Enhua fell to the ground in pain, covering the wound on his face and staring at the man on the horse in disbelief.

Su Zimo opened his lips coldly: "Noisy!"

Su Shirong silently glanced at Zhao Enhua. The small Youzhou Zhao Mansion dared to be so arrogant in front of his cousin. It was simply a matter of life and death.

(End of chapter)