Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Chapter 1248 Immortals cannot become immortals (6)

   "It's as if someone has no background, boy, the young master is also someone you can't afford."

   Someone bumped into him, and Liu Xianghe wasn't afraid at all.

  Liu Xianghe laughed viciously, and hit the ground with the horsewhip in his hand, making a loud sound, which made them back away in fright.

  Liu Xianghe hit the horse again with a whip, and the horse started to gallop. He pulled the rein sharply, and the horse raised his legs high and leaped over the man's head.

   Didn't mean to talk much at all.

   Liu Xianghe didn't plan to care how the people behind him jumped. More disputes are prone to trouble, and this approach seems to be very arrogant.

   What Yoo Sang-hwa wants is arrogance.

  Jin Ge, Jin Wu and others frantically chased after their heirs.

  Liu Xianghe rode his horse in the imperial capital, a young and energetic young man, showing off wantonly.

   That is a scene that many people cannot have in their lives.

  Liu Xianghe had only been riding for a while, and the horse was out of his control, and it was rampaging on the wide street.

   Liu Xianghe's eyes flashed coldly, and he didn't understand why Ma was out of order.

"Step aside!"

   "Get out of the way for this son!"

  Yoo Sang-hwa shouted loudly.

  Struggling to control the mad horse.

   Crashed all the way, knocked down many stalls, and made a mess of the street.

   Seeing that he was about to bump into an old man, a young man in white ran out from the side, grabbed the rein, pulled hard, and forcibly pulled the horse to turn.

  She flipped back, pulled the jade flute around her waist with her left hand and turned it around, and a short blade came out, and it plunged into the horse's neck very decisively.

  Blood spurted out, and the horse let out a long howl in pain.

  Liu Xianghe put his feet on the saddle, jumped up, and landed firmly on the ground.

  His horse fell.

  Liu Xianghe looked at the young man who killed his horse. He was dressed in white, embroidered with bamboo leaves, wearing a white cloak, his hair was **** with hosta, and he didn't wear a crown, that is, he was not twenty years old.

   "You pay my master's horse!"

  Yoo Sang-hwa reached out and pushed the man.

  The youth station is stable and has not been affected.

She frowned slightly, pulled out the dagger sharply, turned around, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on the dagger, and said coldly: "In the imperial capital, at the foot of the emperor. How dare you ride a horse in the street and endanger the common people? How dare you act recklessly?" .”

  Looking at the young man, Liu Xiangru was slightly taken aback, her heart beat inexplicably faster, and a very special feeling came over her.

  This person is an official of the fourth rank, Bai Ju, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. The sky is a genius, smart and decisive.

  In the nineteenth year, before reaching the crown, he was promoted by His Majesty to be the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, which shows his ability.

  Qing Lang is like a pine tree, elegant like an orchid, calm and relaxed, but also decisive, possessing both skill and intelligence. This young man is not some embroidered pillow.

  Liu Xianghe Duan was extremely arrogant: "Just ride a horse, the imperial capital is so big, why don't you let you ride a horse?"

  Jin Ge and Jin Wu dared to come with a group of people in a hurry. Jin Wu had an arrogant attitude: "Who are you? How dare you hurt the good horse of my family's eldest son."

  The Baiju people also quickly surrounded the surrounding area to clean up the scene and maintain order.

   "Fan Xian, count the casualties of the people and the loss of money. Wang Jing, bring the horses back to Dali Temple, and ask the officer to check the horses. Ou Xiang, check everything that happened after the son of Subei entered the city from the city gate."

Bai Zhan ordered his subordinates to do things in an orderly manner, and took out a badge representing his identity from his waist: "Bai Zan, the young minister of Dali Temple, Liu Xianghe, the eldest son of Subei, please follow me to Dali Temple. I think, You don't want a warrant out, do you?"

  Bai Chan can guess the identity of this person without asking.

  Bai Chan has seen all the dignitaries and nobles in the capital, even if they have been here once or twice, Bai Chan still remembers them.

  (end of this chapter)