Sound down.

Everyone was in an uproar.

At first, they all thought that the Shaobinger was jealous of money and became thiefed and stole the money master's wallet.

Otherwise, how precious is the legitimate son of the Minister of Revenue, how could he not be able to fight with this little Shaobinger and slander him for no reason?

It turns out that there is such an unknown hidden story.

Shaobinger sold Shaobing on the streets of Shangjing for decades. He was honest and honest in his daily life and got along well with neighbors. He thought he had committed a serious crime of stealing, but he was despised. He saw that Mr. Qian and his servants were vicious and afraid of causing trouble, so he watched them all.

However, at this moment, when I saw Shaobinglang's hissings, I couldn't help feeling pity and began to whisper:

"I said that this week, the old man was so honest and honest, how could he have become brave enough to steal money? It turns out that there is such a hidden story.

"Maybe it was this young master Qian who designed to frame him."

"This legitimate son of the Minister of Revenue, who relies on his sister as the Empress Zhaoyi in the palace, is often domineering and has a very bad reputation. What Shaobinglang said is probably true."

“…”

Listening to the snitch around, he was all expelled from Shaobinglang and contempt for himself, Mr. Qian was furious, "You group of troublemakers dare to talk nonsense anymore. Do you believe me or not, let me all of you go to prison?!"

The law does not punish the masses.

Even if the person present is the Minister of Revenue himself, he may not be able to put all the people in prison. Moreover, Mr. Qian is just a vain and relies on his father's power and pretends to be powerful.

This sentence has angered the people.

Who doesn’t have any blood in his heart?

As a result, the voices of the people calling for wronged and petitioning for Shaobinger became even stronger.

Shaobinglang tossed and turned his mouth and only shouted: "I'm wronged, please ask Master Qingtian to take charge--"

"You damn old thief, call me another word, I will kill you immediately!" Mr. Qian was furious and became angry. He became silenced. He raised his foot and kicked Shaobinglang's heart.

Mr. Qian has a fat head and ears, a round figure, at least 200 kilograms, and a single kick can resist ten thousand pounds. The Shaobinger is old and thin, and is already beaten and kicked, and is dying. This kick is kicked into his heart, and he may be killed on the spot!

The constables who arrested Shaobinglang had no intention of stopping them.

Xiliang Xian was shocked and said, "No!"

She moved her steps and was about to step forward, but someone moved faster than her-

"ah!"

A white jade flute flew over quickly. Before Mr. Qian kicked Shaobinglang's heart, he accurately hit Mr. Qian's kneecap and several large acupoints on his chest. The white jade flute rotated and flew back. Mr. Qian screamed shrillly. His round and heavy body fell heavily to the ground due to inertia, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, "Puff!"

Xiliangxian paused.

at the same time.

Zuixian Tower, a seat on the second floor next to the window.

Push open the dark mahogany diamond-shaped window and you can see the scene of the pancakes not far away from above.

The young man in blue brocade clothes calmly withdrew his folding fan in his hand, fell back in front of him and shook it, with a smile on his lips, and praised: "What a handsome kung fu. The seven days after Juxian Village opened, today is the beginning. It seems that our city is really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon now."

He raised his eyebrows and his peach blossom eyes flew obliquely to the man in a moon-white brocade dressed in a seat opposite to him. "Brother Qi, do you think so?"

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