Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

Not long ago, the crowded and bustling streets became empty after a moment of panic.

On both sides of the street, the killers who kept pouring out fell to the ground, and the blood pooled into a small stream, flowing slowly on both sides of the street.

Mr. Xu did not appear in the queue escorting Zuoqiu, but he was right behind, watching from a distance.

This is the Tang Dynasty!

This is the capital!

This is the foot of the emperor!

Mr. Xu wanted to ask, what happened to this Tang Dynasty, this capital?

"Marquis Wucheng!"

Just when Mr. Xu was thinking about this, someone appeared behind Mr. Xu.

The long spear in Old Master Xu's hand suddenly pointed at the opponent.

"Wucheng Marquis must not misunderstand, in Xiazhen Jun Marquis, Yan Mo!"

"Yan Jing is the younger brother!"

The person who came was Yan Mi, Hou of Zhenjun.

Mr. Xu stared at each other for a while, and slowly put down the long spear in his hand.

Yan Mo and Yan Jing really have some kind of imagination.

"What advice does the Marquis of Zhenjun give?"

Old Master Xu didn't let down his guard just because the other party was Yan Jing's brother.

It was Yan Jing who swore to him, and it was Yan Jing who got his approval. As for Yan Mo, Mr. Xu is really unfamiliar.

Although he used to be the ninth son of Xu Mansion in the capital, but that was when he was very young, and he didn't have the chance to know too many people at that time.

"Wu Chenghou just watched his sworn brother die like this?"

Yan Mo's eyes fell on Old Master Xu's face, and he spoke lightly.

"if not?"

Mr. Xu squinted at Yan Mi.

Yan Mo sighed and said, "That's right, it's really hard to persuade a person who wants to die wholeheartedly. No wonder the few of you will swoop in worship. This temperament is very similar!"

"However, what if I have a way to save Zuoqiu's life?"

"Is it?"

Old Master Xu looked at Yan Mo, "Could the Marquis of Zhenjun make the eldest princess subdue the law?"

"Uh, no!"

Yan Mo was stunned.

Mr. Xu threw a blank eye at Yan Mei and said, "Since there is no other way, then talk shit!"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood, my words are a bit rushed, don't blame the military marquis!"

"..."

Yan Mo suddenly stopped talking.

He felt that he took the initiative to come over, just because he was full. However, when he thought of his stubborn brother who specially told him to help take care of Xia Zuoqiu before he left home, his brain ached.

What the hell is this all about!

"Marquis Wucheng!"

"Ben Hou said very seriously, I have a way to save Zuoqiu's life!"

"yes?"

"Then the Marquis of Zhenjun might as well talk about it!"

If Zuoqiu can survive, Mr. Xu will naturally remember Yan Mo's kindness. On the other hand, if Yan Mi was just entertaining him, he would not care about Yan Jing's face.

"What Zuoqiu asks, righteousness!"

"What if the family members of the deceased head and Kuai came?"

"Orphans and widows always need someone to take care of them!"

"Where righteousness lies, there is no regret in death."

"But a lot of times, it's easy to die, and it's too hard to live!"

"What do Marquis Wucheng think?"

Yan Mo's words undoubtedly made Old Master Xu tempted.

But if he comes forward and attracts the family members of the dead catchers and catchers to block the way, it can certainly force Zuoqiu to change his mind. But from now on, is Zuoqiu still Zuoqiu?

Furthermore, he didn't know what kind of heart the family members of those who caught the head and the quickie were. If he met that greedy and shameless person, Zuoqiu's life would be ruined by him.

To do, or not to do?

"The way, this Marquis has already given it, as for whether to do it or not, Marquis Wu Cheng makes up his own mind."

"Benhou farewell!"

After Yan Mo finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Originally, if Mr. Xu didn't enter the capital and something like this happened, he would have to ask Yan Mo to do it himself. But now, he can be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Whether Zuoqiu lives or dies, the decision is entirely in the mind of Old Master Xu.

Of course, Yan Mo also wanted to know at the moment, how Mr. Xu would choose.

How to choose?

This is really a problem!

The Zhenjun Hou Yanmei left, but his people kept following him in order to pass the news to him at any time.

However, what made Yan Mo puzzled was that Mr. Xu always followed Zuoqiu's team unhurriedly.

The assassination of Zuoqiu continues.

The killers followed one after another, with a posture that they would not give up until they killed Zuoqiu.

There have been casualties in the escorting of the catchers around Zuoqiu.

Some fell forever, others leaned against the street to gasp.

Mr. Xu rode on the horse, and every time he saw a still alive, he would let the following ones carry him away and send him for treatment.

Mr. Xu did not choose the method of the Marquis of Zhenjun.

In this world, there are always people who like to make various choices for you under the banner of being good for you.

But the so-called good for you is really good for you?

In Mr. Xu's view, a person must first have himself before he can be called good.

Not to mention the conduct of the family members of those catching Kuai, just to let Zuoqiu give up the righteousness in his heart is to break Zuoqiu's way. The living Zuoqiu is no longer Zuoqiu, but a walking corpse.

Therefore, Mr. Xu's choice was to send Zuoqiu to the palace.

He also wanted to see how the current sage would decide on the matter when the drum was beaten.

Some things have to be done by someone.

In the battle of Huang Fengkou, in the depths of Mr. Xu's heart, he was very disappointed with Emperor Yongping on the dragon chair.

The road leading to the palace is murderous step by step.

The number of people guarding Zuoqiu has been reduced by half.

On both sides of the street, there are no less than hundreds of corpses, some of which are killers and some who are fast.

With such a big movement, there was never any will in the palace.

The Imperial City Division's troops did not move.

Yu Linwei's soldiers and horses did not move.

Mr. Xu did not believe that Emperor Yongping in the palace did not receive the news.

And the inaction of Emperor Yongping is actually an action.

"Driving~~"

Mr. Xu squeezed his legs together, and the yellow horse rushed forward.

"Stop!"

Not far from the front is the Royal Street, after the Royal Street is the Imperial Palace, and in front of the palace gate is the Dengwen Drum.

As Zuoqiu, he was not qualified to meet Emperor Yongping directly.

If he wanted an audience, either the emperor summoned him, or he could only beat the drum of Dengwen.

The Dengwen Drum of the Tang Dynasty is placed in front of the palace. Anyone who has major grievances can play the Dengwen Drum and listen to the sky.

This is the rule set by Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty.

But there are prerequisites for the rules, that is, the person who hears the sound of the drum and beats the drum, regardless of whether the grievances complained about are true or not, must bear a hundred killings.

This is the price of beating the drum!

"Fourth brother, when you get here, do you want to continue?"

Mr. Xu looked at Zuoqiu, "The one in the palace has never done anything. You don't understand what this means!"

The killer carried the banner of Jie Yun Dao, but if it was really Jie Yun Dao, would the court be so quiet?

Let the killer of Jie Yundao assassinate the officials of the court in the street, what a funny thing!

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