Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

On the third floor of the restaurant, the princess gave an order. Yao'er and Jin'er acted quickly, their damp figures leaned out of the fence, and in a blink of an eye they landed on the street on the first floor, blocking Lu Qiange's path one after another. +++All Tanmei novels: www.sto123.cco

Lu Qiange's expression was relaxed and casual, his slender arms folded his shoulders, his handsome purple eyes narrowed slightly, and his red lips overflowed with a clear sneer.

He had just walked out of Wanhua Building and he knew he was being followed. He deliberately ran into this restaurant to rest, just to lure the snake out of the hole.

Sure enough, as soon as the front foot came out of the door of the wine shop, the three catastrophes took the initiative to challenge.

At this time, pedestrians on the road stopped one after another, encircling Lu Qiange and the two palace maids.

The owner of the wine shop and the people upstairs who had been dirty by the bounced sewage also came in, grabbed Yao'er and Jin Jin'er, and angrily demanded compensation from them.

Ji Yan of South China squeezed into the encirclement, annoyed and helpless, she had to take out her gold and silver to send them away.

Turning his head, seeing Lu Qiange proudly raised his face, with a playful smile on the corners of his delicate lips, South China Ji Yan was almost exasperated on the spot, and stretched out his five fingers to grab him.

Lu Qiange raised eyebrows and eyelashes slightly, and his toned upper body leaned back lightly, Ying Ting's facial features looked disgusting:

"Why are you doing it, don't push me! Watch out for dirtying your clothes!"

South China Jiyan grabbed the air and quickly withdrew the small black hand back to the air, pouting angrily:

"What are you doing? What are you talking about! Losing money! You even soiled my son's clothes!"

Lu Qiange had a pair of savage princesses with purple eyes tightly in front of her. Seeing that her light green son Yuanbao long gown was already dark, even the sleeveless jacket with the same color as the outer cover was soggy and tightly attached to her youthful curve, with a thread on her waist. The tape was so dirty that the original color could not be recognized, and the crown and girdle on his head were out of shape. If a pretty face hadn't been splashed with ink, it would be a very seductive picture.

"I wonder why you follow me all the way, princess?"

Lu Qiange's eyebrows were flying, and she deliberately said loudly. Net o

Ji Yan of South China was horrified at the moment, she glanced at the whispering viewers around her with shocking eyes, stomped angrily, raised her finger at Lu Qiange:

"What are you talking about, the disciple? You can't tell the princess and the son, I'm afraid it's not a fool?"

"The son?"

Lu Qiange laughed "Hehe", cast his jokes down, and cast his attention somewhere on the upper body of Ji Yan in South China:

"You really are blind all over the world? I advise you not to come out and be embarrassed, go home quickly and pretend to be your Tsundere Miss?"

"..."

South China Ji Yan was stunned, but she didn't know why.

Jiner realized something, and immediately stood up in front of South China Jiyan, cut off Lu Qiange's sight, and faced him with a red face and cursed:

"Damn it, let you look around! You still said that you are not a disciple? My son clearly saw that you just came out of the brothel, you still said that you are not a lewd!"

Lu Qiange's eyes were as cold as blades, her fists clenched, the joints of her ten fingers were pinched to "gege", and she waved:

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, don't blame the little master for being rude to you—"

The three girls looked terrified and suddenly huddled together and screamed particularly exaggeratedly.

Perceiving the weird eyes of the passers-by, South China Ji Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand and grabbed one with one hand to remind her maidservant to converge.

After all, they are wearing men's clothing today, how can they be like girls and make a few random panic shouts?

The three looked at each other, and when they looked at Xiang Lu Qiange emotionally, they found that their vision was empty and the figure in white clothes had disappeared.

"Hey? Where's Lu Hu?"

South China Jiyan separated the crowd impatiently, looked around the street and searched frequently, but still couldn't find the target, she started to freak and stamped her feet severely:

"Hey, this guy runs fast!"

——

Lu Qiange shook off the annoying South China Ji Yan and walked in the direction of the Imperial Palace Shenwumen. o Now that he got useful news from Fu Danqing, he must rush back to the Forbidden Army barracks and dormant secretly waiting for the opportunity.

Compared to getting the latest information from Lei Huan, what made Lu Qiange most excited about was Yun Xi's whereabouts.

Next, Lu Qiange could only pray that Zhufeng's body would get better as soon as possible, so as to guide Zole and the others to find Yunxi.

Suddenly ten people stood sideways in front of the official road, holding their fists on their hips, and all of them looked bad.

Lu Qiange gradually approached, and seeing that they didn't mean to disperse, it was not difficult to guess that these people were coming for him.

Lu Qiange looked calm, stopped steadily, and stared at them silently, the handsome facial features were frozen.

"What do you want?"

Without a weapon, Lu Qiange held his fingers halfway, his expression still calm. He believed in the martial arts of his suit, and it would be impossible to deal with these people.

One of them sneered and sneered, and an old scar at the corner of his mouth immediately raised a strange arc, and it seemed that the catfish's mouth had doubled.

"Boy, I heard that you are good at fighting? Why, if you offend a big man, shouldn't you come with us?"

"I'm a cloth art, why can I be a big man?"

While Lu Qiange replied in a cold voice, he thought carefully about the defeats he had encountered in his recent walks.

These people, judging from the narrow-sleeved ginger-red blouses on their bodies, the material with dark patterns is considered to be good, and from this it is inferred that they should be the thugs of the big family, who is their master?

Listening to the opponent's provocation, Lu Qiange smiled faintly, and he pointed at the opponent:

"If you want me to go with you, you have to see if you can take me away!"

Suddenly, there was a wild smile behind him, like water, that made people fall into dismay, and there was no response from the heart:

"When you die, you still have a stiff mouth, Lu Qiange, you can ask the Governor to find it..."

This voice is not unfamiliar!

Lu Qiange was stunned and gritted his teeth to look back, and saw a enchanting person with a black nine-python top hat on his head, wearing a bright white flying crane robe, and heavy ink on the pointed face of the awl.

"Ming Lan..."

Lu Qiange squinted resentfully.

In an instant, he also seemed to understand something.

It's no wonder that during the night patrol of the palace that day, I fought with the martial arts maidservant. It turned out that the gangster who wanted to rob Tu Muxue was actually the admiral of Xichang!

Minglan stopped within a distance he thought was safe, knowing that Lu Qiange was good at skill, he did not dare to get too close to him.

The evil peach blossom eyes made a small gap, and the bottom of the eyes was sharp and bright as if a flame was rubbing up.

If it hadn't been for the servant who had been sent to clean up Tu Muxue, Ming Lan would never have guessed that the enemy who broke his finger back then would actually be lurking in the palace.

When I meet Lu Qiange again today, the wound on his left hand that has been healed for a long time, seems to be a conditioned reflex, and it is aching again.

"Lu Qiange, you didn't expect that there would be a day to meet the Governor in this life, right?"

The red peach blossom eyes faced the clear and transparent purple eyes of Shanglu Qiange, Minglan smiled sly, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and his heart couldn't bear the refreshment of some kind of vengeance.

Lu Qiange raised his left eyebrows awe-inspiringly, and his attitude was neither ill nor hot:

"My father-in-law, he always said that you have a loss and gain a wit, so why don't you have such a long memory? Have you committed the same old problem?"

"Stop talking!"

Minglan turned his face instantly, with sullen eyes:

"You have committed a serious crime in assaulting a second-grade official of the imperial court. Now you dare to sneak into the imperial imperial army with a guilty body, and someone will take him to the Governor -"

Xichang Ti rode into the streets from all directions, besieging Lu Qiange.

The all-white uniform and flat hat, holding a bright sword, has scared the many people on the street with their heads.

Lu Qiange's purple eyes were like electricity, and he looked around alertly, and said in his heart:

not good--

These people can't be fewer than a hundred people, and they are all martial arts. Lu Qiange wasn't worried about being defeated, but he had to go through a bit of hard fighting if he wanted to get away smoothly.

It's just that even if you get away this time, it might be difficult to go back to Dayi Palace, but the task entrusted by the mother and concubine is...

I was stunned for a while, only to hear Minglan's sly smile:

"Even if you have time, the governor has many honors, and you will be exhausted if you are tired! You, give it to the governor—"

"Wait!"

The white encirclement suddenly raised a sound like a god, and then another voice shouted sharply:

"Get out, get out, haven't you seen the four princesses arriving? Get out of me—"

The human wall was forcibly broken through a gap, and then a young man with an ink-stained face swaggered in and stood with his hand in front of Ming Lan.

Minglan was soaked by the smell of ink all over her body that her eyebrows were tightly packed, and she instinctively covered her nose with her cuffs and stepped back, as if she was afraid that this dirty young man would lie down on his clean Feihe robe at any time.

"You, you are..."

Minglan's peach blossom eyes kept turning, and he carefully examined the faces of the young man and the two cats.

This looks familiar.

Ji Yan of South China snorted coldly, and put the gold waist medal of the palace in front of Ming Lan:

"Blind you, the eunuch's dog's eyes, don't even this princess recognize it?"

Seeing the royal waist card, like seeing Queen Qian’s Fengyan, Minglan suddenly saw his pupils deep, his face was so shocked, he lifted up and bowed his knees and bowed.

"Weichen pays homage to the fourth princess."

Those eyebrows can't be wrong, and through the history of the palace, only the baby daughter of the queen can have such a public attitude.