I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 79: City
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"Father!" Banhua turned over and dismounted. Before Rong Xia could react, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and his fiancée ran a few feet away. He hurriedly asked his guards to rush over and help the Ban family guards to surround the wooden building with the flower pots missing.
"Father, are you okay?" Banhua pulled Ban Huai's sleeve and looked back and forth carefully several times.
"It's okay, it's okay," Ban Huai hadn't realized what had happened yet, and saw his daughter looking at him anxiously, still a little unresponsive.
When Banhua heard that her father was okay, she immediately felt relieved. She took out the whip from her waist, walked to the door of the small building, and kicked the door hard several times. A hole was opened in the wooden door. Banhua turned to face The guard said, "Cleave the door open for me!"
After the door was split open, Banhua rushed forward with several guards.
Everyone looked at the shabby door and the serious posture of the Ban family guards, and they were a little scared.
Du Jiu swallowed and looked at the broken door and his uncle's thin waist. If he was kicked on his body, would his thin arms and legs be able to withstand it?
"See what I do?" Rong Xia dismounted, "Send someone to report to the official."
"Yes." Du Jiu was in awe of the future people of Boye's Mansion.
"Uncle," Rong Xia walked to Ban Huai, "Are you not frightened?"
"I'm fine." Ban Huai had already reacted at this moment. He looked at the huge clay flowerpot on the ground and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If this hit him, he would probably die. game over.
Rong Xia asked the guards to protect the scene, and took a look at the appearance of the soil. The soil that fell on the ground was soft and not condensed, and the flowerpot looked new, not as if it had been used for a long time.
Growing flowers is also very particular. Different flowers require different pots. This kind of flower that fell with the flower pot is very worthless and can be seen everywhere, as if it was dug up from the fields. However, this heavy clay pot costs nearly a hundred coins. Most ordinary people are reluctant to spend so much money on such a flowerpot.
"Uncle, we may have to invite officials from Dali Temple," Rong Xia twirled the soil in the flower pot, stood up and clasped her fists at Ban Huai, "This may not be an accident, but a murder."
"What?" Ban Huai looked at Rong Xia in surprise, "I am an idle playboy, why are these people killing me?"
Rong Xia:......
He found that the Ban family members seemed to be rather careless in their speech.
"No matter what the reason is, this matter cannot be taken lightly," Rong Xia couldn't help but feel happy. Fortunately, uncle Cai glanced at them and then turned around and walked this way, otherwise today there would only be blood splattered on the spot.
Thinking of Banhua's relationship with his family, Rong Xia's heart trembled slightly, and she did not dare to think about the consequences if the assassination was successful.
"Bang!"
There was a noise in the wooden building. Rong Xia was worried that something might happen to Ban Hua, so she wanted to walk into the wooden building, but Ban Huai reached out to stop him.
"Jun Po," Ban Huai coughed dryly, "just leave this matter to Huahua, you don't have to go. This kid is good at everything, but when he gets angry, he does things a little lightly, you... …”
"Ah!"
A man's scream came from the wooden building, and Ban Huai trembled. Faced with the doubtful eyes of his future son-in-law, Ban Huai laughed dryly and turned his head to pretend he didn't see anything.
Soon the wooden building remembered the sound of weapons being handed over again. When Rong Xia saw the use of force inside and was being pulled by Ban Huai, she said to Du Jiu: "Go in and take a look."
"Yes." Du Jiu walked away from the soil and flower pots on the ground with a solemn expression, and ran in quickly.
More and more people were watching the excitement, and soon people from the Capital Infantry Office arrived. Seeing so many people watching the excitement, they pulled a rope to surround the small wooden building. The leading official felt a headache when he saw Ban Huai. When he was about to go to greet him, he heard a howl like a slaughtered pig, which scared him so much that his shoulders couldn't help shaking.
"Inside..." The official clasped his fists towards Ban Huai, "Excuse me, Lord, are there any guards of your house inside?"
Ban Huai nodded and said nothing.
Some screams could be heard from time to time, and the officials shrank their necks and sighed. The guards of Jingting Palace were indeed the descendants of military generals. The methods of catching criminals were different from others. Those who knew were catching assassins, and those who didn't knew. I thought someone was killing pigs in the building.
After Du Jiu ran into the wooden building, he saw two men standing behind the counter on the first floor. They looked like the shopkeeper and the waiter. He bent down and felt their pulses. He breathed a sigh of relief. They were still there. alive.
This wooden building must be a few years old. It made a creaking sound underfoot. As soon as Du Jiu walked to the corner, he saw a man rolling down like a jar. He stepped aside and the man hit the corner. There was a dull banging sound on the wall, and after shaking his legs twice, there was no more movement.
He knelt down and looked at the man's palms. There were calluses on the tiger's mouth and his arms were strong and strong. He should be someone who often worked hard or used weapons. However, the clothes on his body were dirty and worn, and he did not look like a professional assassin. This man's face was covered in blood and swollen to the point of being invisible, and he didn't know what he looked like originally. Seeing that he was still alive and people from the Yamen came, Du Jiu ignored him.
There was movement upstairs, which showed that the assassin was not alone. He walked upstairs and saw a man lying not far from the stairs. He looked no better than the one lying at the corner of the stairs. Go, the clothes are in tatters and there are traces of being whipped.
He gasped at the thought of the whip.
Looking around, he saw Banhua whipping a man in gray on the buttocks. Before the man’s screams ended, he was stepped on the ground by Banhua. Use your feet to crush the men's unspeakable parts.
I don’t know whether this man was in too much pain or had fainted. His face was blue and white, and he didn’t even make a sound.
Seemingly still dissatisfied, Banhua kicked the man on the ground again, turned to look at the only assassin on the scene who could still speak, and flicked his whip. The whip wrapped around the assassin's neck like a spiritual snake. neck.
"Tell me, who sent you here?!" Banhua stared at the guard with red eyes, his face no longer smiling like before.
Du Jiu couldn't help but stop, feeling a little uneasy. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that something was not right about Princess Fule's current appearance.
The assassin grabbed his neck, his face turned red, and he couldn't say a word.
"Don't tell me, right?" Banhua flicked the whip, and the whip released the assassin's neck. The assassin turned around and wanted to run away, but was kicked back by one of Banhua's guards.
Ban Hua lifted the person up from the ground and said sternly: "Who told you to touch my family?! If you don't say yes, I will make you regret what you did today."
"I, I say!" This assassin did not look like a dead soldier. Seeing the miserable appearance of the other three companions, he had long been frightened. Now he just wanted to die happily, "We are just street gangsters. Recently, we have been quitting smoking in Beijing, and our life has not been easy, so we have taken some jobs. I just use money to do things and deal with people's misfortunes. The rest has nothing to do with us! Half an hour ago, someone told us to wait here for someone. Wearing light-colored robes, riding a black horse, and going out with many guards, the rich man will give us a hundred gold if he can do something."
"Master Fugui?" Banhua sneered, "Is the life of the great prince worth a hundred gold? Stop using this excuse to frame me!"
Ever since he had those strange dreams, Banhua's bottom line is to prevent his family from getting into trouble. As long as his family is safe, it is not so difficult to accept even if his home is ransacked. At least his family members are still alive and well. But now someone actually wanted to assassinate her family, and all the rationality in her mind suddenly disappeared.
Thinking about the possibility of his father dying right in front of his eyes, Banhua wanted to crush these people inch by inch, so that they could live or die. Who cares what a noble woman must be like, and who cares what others think of her?
The mouths of thousands of people in the world are not as important as her family.
Fuck grandpa!
"The Duke of the country?!" The assassins looked desperate. It was the Duke of the country that they assassinated? Didn't you say that he was just a wealthy businessman? The employer also said that as long as they succeed in the assassination, they will send people to the south to avoid the government's pursuit.
Were they cheated?
The assassin was paralyzed, and after a while he yelled wildly: "I am willing to say, I am willing to tell everything, and beg for your life."
"Say." Banhua threw him to the ground, looked at the **** whip in his hand, and threw the whip on the table. Her guard bent down, picked up the whip, and stepped aside silently.
The assassin told them exactly what happened. The main idea was that someone found them a few days ago and asked them to assassinate someone. Today, that person came and told them that they could take action, and also explained to them what clothes the assassination target was wearing and what his physical characteristics were.
They were all low-level gangsters and had no chance to meet any great people, so they took the deposit and hid in the wooden building. The plan was to wait until the target of the assassination passed by and then smash him to death with a flowerpot.
This method is a bit stupid, but it is very useful. They carefully calculated that if someone was killed, everyone's first reaction would be to gather around and watch, and then go to the building to look for someone. People in the capital love to watch the excitement. There will definitely be many people running into the building at this time. They can take advantage of this time to find a place to hide. When more and more people enter the house, they can pretend to be watching the excitement. People squeeze out and no one can find them.
But against all their calculations, they never expected that this rich man would be so lucky. He was just one step away, but he suddenly turned around and left. But they had already pushed the flower pot out, and they didn't even have time to regret it. Moreover, the reaction of these guards was incredibly fast. They drew their swords and surrounded the house on the spot, so that the onlookers could not even reach the door.
If he had known that this was not an ordinary rich man, but a dignified prince, he would not have dared to take such a job even if he had given them 10,000 gold.
"Princess," Du Jiu was worried that Princess Fule would be too angry and beat the only one who could speak to death, so he mustered up the courage to walk over: "The people from the Yamen have arrived, they are downstairs. ”
"If the people from the Yamen can't handle this matter, report it directly to Dali Temple," Banhua wiped his hands with a handkerchief, his voice was horrifyingly cold, "This matter must be investigated clearly. If the people from Dali Temple investigate If you don’t come out, I will go to the palace to beg the emperor.”
Du Jiu was about to answer when footsteps came from the stairs.
The sound of footsteps was very familiar to Du Jiu. It was the sound of his uncle's walking.
He felt even more uneasy when he looked at the mess on the ground and Princess Fule's messy bun.
Uncle...when you see this, what will you think of Princess Fule?
There are many fierce women in the world, but how many are so ruthless?