The Qinhuai River was not as prosperous as the later period at this time. At least when the capital had not moved to Peking, it was still affected by the night ban.

However, there are policies above and countermeasures below. Therefore, some people will stay here, and it is easy to go home, so just find a small boat.

A thin mist began to cover the Qinhuai River. A few sounds of piano and flute came out, and the families on both sides immediately opened the windows.

"Hmm! What does it taste like?"

In front of this alley is a row of houses. After all the windows are opened, an inexplicable smell mixed with fragrance is curled up by the mist.

Xin Laoqi said embarrassedly: "Young Master, these are all families with daughters. When they hear those women playing music, they all want to learn."

Damn! Does the girl’s boudoir taste so weird?

Fang Xing rolled his eyes, pulled down his hood, and pointed the muzzle at the right.

As soon as Xin Laoqi saw it, he immediately pulled out a string of firecrackers and lit the rope. Then he asked unwillingly: "Young Master, don't you really need me to take action?"

Fang Xing said without looking back: "The distance from here to the river is 100 steps. Once your musket is fired, you don't know where the bullets will fly."

Xin Laoqi muttered, "But you are also a gun? Can you hit there?"

Fang Xing smiled, then his face tightened, and he shouted in a low voice: "Don't make a sound, they're here."

The sound of horse hooves broke, which attracted women on boats of all sizes to wave their handkerchiefs.

"Master, come to us."

"Uncle, Xiao Xiangnu has no guests tonight!"

“…”

The mist gradually spread, reminding Fang Xing of a poem.

——Smoke, cold water, moon, sand.

In the scope, three men were waving and teasing at the woman on the boat in the river, and they were full of red sleeves.

"...At night, a restaurant near Qinhuai, the businesswoman did not know the hatred of the country, and she still sang the back garden flowers across the river..."

Fang Xing finished reading this poem, and then slowly put the man in the middle into the sight.

"I just want to live my life safely. You shouldn't mess with me..."

Yuan Jiang looked around with his chest raised and his belly raised, feeling that his life was only now that he could live up to his man.

"Master Yuan, look, is that Miss Mei Xiang?"

The follower's words cheered up Yuan Jiang. He covered his eyebrows with his hands and looked over.

Mei Xiang was leaning against the railing of the pleasure boat. After seeing Yuan Jiang and the other two, she turned around as if she was shy.

The women in the fun are all their own ways to win over Enke, and Mei Xiang's shyness is what fascinates Yuan Jiang the most.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing Mei Xiang being shy, Yuan Jiang laughed loudly, then pointed at the Huafang with a horse whip and said, "You go first, and you are allowed to spend the night in the Huafang tonight."

In the past, when Yuan Jiang spent the night here, both of these entourages had to watch. Today, they got the benefits, and the two of them were instantly excited and immediately snatched out several positions.

The woman was shy and generous, and this picture caught the people around her for a moment.

"You shouldn't mess with me..."

Fang Xing murmured, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

As soon as the gunshot sounded, Xin Laoqi lit the firecrackers in his hand.

"Crackling..."

As soon as the firecrackers sounded, both followers turned their heads.

As the firecrackers rang, Mei Xiang cursed in her heart and then turned her body.

Just this glance, the Qinhuai River seemed to be dimming, and the sight was almost red and white...

"ah……"

Mei Xiang has good eyesight, but she has never hated her eyes like this at this moment.

"Master Yuan?Master Yuan..."

"Master Yuan, where is your head?"

"There is a ghost!"

"Yilulu..."

Mei Xiang was a little farther away, but she saw a headless Yuan Jiang sitting on the back of a horse.

But the two followers saw a strange and terrifying scene at close range:

Yuan Jiang, who was still laughing, just now, moved a little higher from his chin and his entire head disappeared.

Blood and white brains splashed out, and a red gushed out of the neck cavity, showing an alternative beauty under the illumination of various lanterns...

"Master Yuan!"

As the two followers howled, the people around him ran around, and even Mei Xiang stumbled into the boudoir, kneeling beside the toilet and vomited wildly.

"Ah! There's a ghost!"

"Run! Run!"

“…”

Just now, the wolf ran and the pig rushed to the side of the Qinhuai River, and then Yuan Jiang's horse stood upright and neighed, throwing the headless corpse off.

Fang Xing and Xin Laoqi had cleared the traces, and the carriage was driving towards the depths of the alley calmly.

With the sound of closing doors and windows, Fang Xing held the telescope and looked in the direction behind him.

A horse was running around in a mad manner, and two men were kneeling on the ground, howling like a deceased parent.

The night gradually enveloped the Qinhuai River and the entire Jinling City.

After the carriage left the city calmly, the night ban began...

Before Ji Gang left, he sat in the lobby of the Jinyiwei, looking through the latest harvest of the house search.

After a rough look, Ji Gang slowly raised his head and squinted his eyes at Zhuang Jing under the hall.

"After 10% less, do you have any objections?"

"Plop!"

Zhuang Jing was trembling all over when he saw this. He knelt on the ground, and cold sweat flowed down from his spine for no money, and soon wet his waist.

"Sir, I deserve to die! I..."

"Ba!Ba!Ba..."

Under Ji Gang's gaze, Zhuang Jing did not dare to keep his slap in the face.

Soon, Zhuang Jing's cheeks became swollen high, but Ji Gang didn't stop and he didn't dare to relax.

"Sir! Sir! Not good!"

Zhuang Jing was delighted, and just as Ji Gang got up, he also stopped.

Ji Gang was about to ask Zhuang Jing to continue fanning, but when he saw Xiaoqi coming in, his heart was shocked.

"Sir, Lord Yuan is dead!"

Ji Gang's pupils shrank, his fists clenched, and he immediately asked, "What's going on? Let's talk about it in detail!"

Xiaoqi knelt on the ground and said with a sad face: "The news just came from brothers, Lord Yuan lost his head inexplicably by the Qinhuai River."

Zhuang Jing was stunned, forgot the scorching pain on his face, and stood up and said anxiously: "How is that possible! This Jinling City is our world, who is so bold?"

Ji Gang remained silent, but his brain was running rapidly, and he instantly thought of various possibilities.

Who will it be?

"Let's go!"

Only a trace of blood red was left in the setting sun in the sky. Dozens of horses rushed out of the Jinyiwei yamen, and the horse's hooves hit the stone road, making a crisp sound.

When the soldiers and horses in the Five Cities saw this group of people, they all shrank their heads and hid beside them, not daring to say that they were not allowed to walk after the night ban.

After the group left, a team officer spitted on the ground and cursed: "Mad! I don't know which company is going to be unlucky!"

"That's Ji Gang!"
Chapter completed!