Zhao Feng, who had been imprisoned for a day and a night, felt that the sun was a little bright when he walked out of the door. He saw Tian Ke and Mo Qingwan standing outside the door waiting for him, and he grinned.

"Wanwan, you are back," Zhao Feng suppressed all his emotions in this sentence.

Mo Qingwan smiled sweetly, nodded and said, "Dad, I'm back safely. I've made you worry. Let's go quickly. Mom and the others are waiting in the carriage."

Zhao Feng smiled and nodded, turned sideways and clasped his fists at Tian Ke: "Master Tian, ​​thank you for saving me. I am grateful."

Tian Ke bowed in return and said, "General Zhao, please don't do this. Besides, it's the Second Young Master who rescued you from jail this time. Let's get in the car first and let's talk in detail when it's safe."

Several people returned to the carriage. When Zhao Feng saw that everyone was safe, the big stone in his heart was relieved. In prison, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his family would be killed. Now that he saw that everyone was fine, he hugged his two crying children.

, constantly comforting.

Tian Ke did not delay and immediately drove the carriage out of the city.

"Where is Guilin?" Zhao Feng let go of the child and asked.

Mo Qingwan told the truth in detail from beginning to end.

Everyone looked sad and worried about Zhao Guilin.

"Sigh... Gui Lin, this kid, has gone to great lengths to save me, but I really can't worry about him being alone. I'd better go back and pick him up," Zhao Feng said before getting out of the car.

Tian Ke stopped him and said: "As soon as you leave the city, I will go back to take care of you. I won't let anything happen to him. If you go back and get arrested again now, wouldn't it be a failure?"

Zhao Feng understood in his heart, and even though he was worried, he sat back.

As soon as he left the city gate, Tian Ke immediately asked Mo Qingwan to take everyone north and hide in the woods outside the city, while he himself had to turn back and meet Zhao Guilin.

After Zhao Guilin followed Fan Rong into the lobby, Fan Rong felt that he had such a good son and seemed to have endless things to say. He had a long talk with him, mostly bragging about how he was able to make waves in Wuzhou and what else.

Sitting in glory and wealth.

Zhao Guilin pretended to flatter him while looking at the sky and counting the hours.

He lied, the effect of this soul-destroying pen cannot be maintained forever.

The last time he used this pen was at home. He missed his elder brother so much that he wrote the scene of drinking with him, just to see him in his dream.

In the past three years, he privately used this method to express condolences to Zhao Hanlin three times, and he found that because Xu was old, the effect of this medicine was not as good as before. Not only could people using traditional Chinese medicine hear other people's speech, but the duration had also changed from seventy to seventy.

Two hours was shortened to less than twelve hours, and it got shorter every time.

Zhao Guilin was anxious, so he stood up and bowed respectfully to Fan Rong, saying: "Father, I want to give my adoptive father a ride. After all, he has raised his son for so many years. He has read poetry and books, so he cannot be ungrateful."

Unexpectedly, Fan Rong raised his eyebrows, his face became gloomy and he said, "You are my son, Fan Rong, and you must never associate with those untouchables again. Don't mention this matter again."

Untouchable...

Zhao Guilin thought of the big archway at the entrance of the shantytown, where the untouchables and dogs were. This was Wuzhou under the rule of Fan Rong. The Qinggang Gorge that his eldest brother established was only thirty miles away from Wuzhou. When Mr. Liang was in office, this place was

The people here have always lived and worked in peace and contentment, and because of the Qinggangxia Iron Army, no thieves dared to cause trouble here.

But now this place has long lost its original glory. It is not difficult to imagine that Qinggang Gorge is probably no longer the No. 1 gorge in Shengliang.

He was secretly worried in his heart, and he didn't know what happened to the three eldest brothers Fang Kai, Fang Yong, and Fang Ping, the three gunpowder masters who were guarding there. The three of them were probably unable to fight against the treacherous ministers.

"Fan Shi? As a father, I have thought about it. Your name is too superficial, and your lowly mother can't think of a good name. How about you call me Fan Zongjie from now on?" Fan Rong said.

Zhao Guilin smiled and nodded. Seeing Fan Rong's proud face and the screams in the courtyard outside the door, he seemed to be watching a play. Zhao Guilin hated this dog official with a human face and an animal heart.

"What my father taught me was that my son has been taught a lesson. In this case, I went back to the inn to get my belongings. There is my son's secretary's manual in it, which I need for daily study," Zhao Guilin added.

The master standing next to Fan Rong said with a smile on his face: "Why don't you bother me to go get it in person? The younger one can just go."

Zhao Guilin glanced at him: "I won't bother you, Master. Father, the inn is not far away. I'll come back when I go."

Seeing that he was so obedient, Fan Rong liked him more and more, and nodded: "Then you go and come back quickly. We, father and son, must have a good drink at noon today to celebrate the reunion of you and me."

Zhao Guilin stood up and bowed again: "Thank you very much, father."

Walking out of the hall, he glanced at the two people and clenched his fists slightly. The Taoist priest had hurt people many times and it was not a pity to die. But after all, this woman was just a poor person who wanted nothing. Yesterday, he had someone write to this woman.

Her family members hope they can come to save her life.

Zhao Guilin walked out of the gate and quickened his pace to walk out of the city. However, after walking a few steps, he saw Yu Haitang from a distance and stopped immediately.

I saw her dressed in white, with a pale face, a white cloth wrapped around her head, a sword in her hand, and eyes full of murderous intent.

Zhao Guilin was about to call her, but she suddenly made a strong effort and flew to the door of the magistrate's house. It was too late to call out.

Yu Haitang took a deep breath and cursed with tears in his eyes: "Old Fan Rong, come out and die!"

Zhao Guilin's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, wasn't she going to die?

"Who are you? You dare to come here with weapons? Don't you want to live?" Two servants rushed out of the door. Seeing that she came with bad intentions, they shouted.

Yu Haitang raised his eyes and glanced at the two men, and immediately recognized them as the thugs who participated in the beating of Mr. Liang that day.

She sneered: "Just in time!"

She grasped the hilt of the sword, jumped forward, and flashed past with the sword. Before the two thugs had time to react, their throats were sealed by a sword and they fell to the ground.

After a while, Fan Rong angrily walked out of the door with a group of guards and surrounded Yu Haitang.

When Fan Rong saw the corpse on the ground, he immediately said angrily: "Where did this crazy woman come from, daring to kill my slave!"

Yu Haitang's eyes were scarlet, and the sword in her hand was dripping with blood. She stared at Fan Rong as if she wanted to eat him alive.

"Guan Gu, you are a man who commits crimes, harms the people, and kills my husband! This hatred is irreconcilable, and I will kill you today to vent my hatred!" Yu Haitang trembled all over, filled with hatred.

When Zhao Guilin heard this, his heart sank. No wonder the two of them had not returned for a long time. Chen Xiaolong was dead?
Chapter completed!