I Am This Type of Woman Chapter 80: City

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The footsteps got closer and closer, and then stopped at the entrance of the stairs.

When Du Jiu looked back, his uncle stood there quietly, with no disgust or disgust on his face, and his eyes were so complicated that Du Jiu couldn't see clearly. He had been following his uncle since he was a child, and it was the first time he noticed that his uncle had such a strange expression.

Banhua did not notice Rong Xia's arrival, or she was not paying attention to anyone else at the moment. She looked at the assassin who was crying and said in a voice as cold as ice: "What are the characteristics of the person who contacted you?"

The assassin shook his head, "This person looks very ordinary and wears very common clothes. I, I really can't tell."

"Can't you explain?" Banhua pulled out the saber on the guard and pointed at his lower body, "If you can't explain clearly, I will send you to the Imperial Palace to be a sin slave."

The guilty slave not only had to have words carved on his face, but also had to be castrated so that he could not become a man. The assassin was so frightened that he trembled all over and begged for mercy. When the tip of the knife cut through his trouser leg, he couldn't help but scream.

"You are so bold when you take people's lives, why are you afraid now?" Banhua sneered, and the knife came a few inches closer, "You are not even afraid of death, how many taels of meat are you afraid of losing?"

Du Jiu was about to kneel down in front of Ban Hua. She was really an aunt. She threatened people with two ounces of a man's flesh, but she didn't even look shy on her face. As a man, he was embarrassed. When he turned around and saw his uncle coming over, he whispered: "Uncle, the princess is just angry..."

Although he felt that Banhua was not the most suitable candidate for Mrs. Bo, he was still in awe of her when he saw a woman who risked everything to protect her family.

Perhaps not many men dare to like such a strong woman, but they admire such a person from the bottom of their hearts. This is a person's admiration for a true lover, and it has nothing to do with gender.

Rong Xia didn't answer his words. He strode up to Banhua and held her knife-holding wrist: "Huahua, don't worry, just let me go."

Banhua looked back at him: "Why are you here?"

"The people from the yamen found the shopkeeper and waiter of this building downstairs. They have been sent to the hospital." Rong Xia took the knife in Banhua's hand and handed it to the guard beside him, "Help me Prepare pen and paper."

The guard of the Ban family glanced at Ban Hua, lowered his head and hurried downstairs, and quickly came up with pen and paper.

Rong Xia spread the paper on the table, dipped it in poorly polished ink, turned to Banhua and whispered: "Don't get your eyes dirty for this kind of person."

Banhua pursed her lips and said nothing.

Rong Xia smiled and straightened his robe, as if he was standing not in the room where the assassin lay on the ground, but in the study where the fragrance of ink was lingering.

"How tall is the person looking for you?"

"What kind of bun do you wear and what hairpin do you use?"

"What clothes are you wearing, what is their color, and what kind of fabric are they made of?"

Asked one question after another, Rong Xia kept writing and drawing on the paper. Banhua sat next to him and saw a middle-aged man appearing on the paper in front of him.

"But this person?" Rong Xia put down the pen and after the ink had dried a little, handed it to the assassin.

The assassin opened his eyes wide in horror, how could it be so similar?

Has this man seen the mastermind behind the scenes?

Seeing the assassin's expression, Rong Xia got the answer. He handed the drawing paper to Ban Hua: "Do you have any impression of this person?"

Banhua shook his head: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know him. I'll give the drawing paper to the people in Dali Temple later and let their painters make a few copies. I won't worry about not being able to catch them."

Banhua said nothing.

Rong Xia reached out and shook her wrist through the fabric, "Don't worry, we will figure it out together if anything happens."

Ban Hua's eyelids trembled slightly. She looked up at Rong Xia, biting the corners of her lips for a while and said, "Thank you."

She looked like a child who had been robbed of all her candies, feeling aggrieved and helpless, as if she was waiting for someone to come and hold her hand, and then say to her, don't be afraid, I have a lot of candies, eat them. No amount of food can be eaten.

Stretching out her hand to grab Rong Xia's sleeve, Banhua calmed down a little bit. She glanced at the house she smashed and said to the guard behind her: "Go back and ask the shop owner to calculate the amount of money lost. Double the compensation." Give it to them."

"Yes."

Du Jiu looked at the assassin who was lying at his feet, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and whispered: "Princess, uncle, Liu Qingfeng, the young minister of Dali Temple, wants to see you."

After seeing that there was no repulsion on Banhua's face, Rong Xia nodded: "Let him come up."

Ugh.

Ban Hua took out the sword from the scabbard and slashed it at the assassin who was still begging for mercy.

"Ouch!" The assassin hugged his legs and wailed loudly, rolling on the ground, and soon the ground was stained with bright red blood.

It turned out that Banhua broke one of his hamstrings.

Du Jiu's eyes lit up. Princess Fule looked like she had practiced her sword skills.

"Remember to include the money for the floor when you go back," Ban Hua handed the knife to the guard, "Our Ban family will never let innocent people suffer, but we will never spare anyone who has a grudge against us. people."

"Sir." The officer saw the man lying at the corner of the stairs, pulled out his saber, and said to Liu Banshan, "Please be careful."

"It's okay. This man is unconscious. Let someone take him out." Liu Banshan glanced at the man lying on the ground and walked straight upstairs. Even if he heard someone screaming, he just stamped his feet, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

The yamen who followed him admired him in his heart. He was worthy of being the young minister of Dali Temple. He must have seen all kinds of miserable criminals and heard all kinds of wailing sounds. This little movement could not scare him.

The group of people went upstairs and saw a man wailing and rolling on the ground, as well as a messy room. They were all a little confused. Was this all done by the guards of Jingting Palace?

"I have met Princess Fule and Uncle Cheng An." Liu Banshan straightened his robes, walked up to Banhua and Rong Xia, and saluted them.

Ban Hua lowered his head and glanced at his feet. His feet were covered in blood, but he did not move even half a step, with a respectful look on his face. Her expression softened slightly, "Master Liu, there is no need to be polite."

The Ban family's guard told Liu Banshan what happened.

"These assassins..." Liu Banshan, who had never changed his expression, finally had a crack on his face.

"I beat them." Ban Hua said calmly, "These assassins resisted fiercely and tried to escape. I had no choice but to do this."

Liu Banshan looked at Rong Xia out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw Rong Xia just sitting quietly next to Banhua, he bowed and said, "Thank you, Princess, for helping us catch the bad guy, otherwise this case would have been difficult to investigate. ”

"If it were anyone else, I would inevitably have to say a few more words, but since it is Mr. Liu, I won't say any more nonsense." Banhua handed the portrait to Liu Banshan, "I hope that the people of Dali Temple Help me catch this person as soon as possible."

Liu Banshan looked at the lifelike portrait of a human face in his hand and suddenly turned his head to look at the flaws.

Rong Xia raised her head, with a hint of chill in her peach blossom eyes: "Master Liu, what problem do you have? This person's accent is from the capital, and there will definitely be someone who knows him. Master Liu's top priority is to catch this person first, you What do you say?"

"Yes!" Liu Banshan bowed deeply to Rong Xia, "I'll let someone do it now."

Originally, this kind of case should be handed over to the Yamen for handling, but due to the special status of Duke Jingting and being regarded as a relative of the emperor, the case would naturally be handed over to Dali Temple.

He made a gesture, and the guards behind him dragged out the assassins lying on the ground. As for the wailing assassin, they directly found a piece of cloth to stuff his mouth and dragged him out.

The people who were watching the excitement outside saw the assassins being brought out, and everyone described themselves as embarrassed, so they pictured a good show in their minds of officers and soldiers fighting the assassins, and exchanged their opinions with each other.

When they finally saw Rong Xia and Ban Hua coming out, everyone was shocked.

Really handsome men and beautiful women, when these two people stand together, everyone else becomes a mess.

Some people heard that the man and woman were an unmarried couple, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Isn't this right? If people who seem so well-matched at first glance can't be together, then God will really look down upon them.

The people in the capital have such simple and direct ideas.

When Banhua came down, he saw his younger brother accompanying his father. He must have rushed over after hearing the news.

"Sister," Ban Heng saw her and walked to her side and asked, "Are you okay?"

"What can I do? You and your father should go back to the house first. I still have things to do." Banhua's face was still not very good. "Strengthen the guards in the house. Before the matter is found out, you and your father will Don’t go out less.”

"I..."

"There is no other choice. Either I break your legs and let you lie on the bed, or you stay at home." When Banhua's face sank, Ban Heng thought of the awe he felt when facing his mother. The word "no" came to my lips and I didn't dare to say it.

"Then where are you going now?" Ban Heng was worried that Banhua would go to the Yamen or Dali Temple to cause trouble, and then the matter would become lively.

"We were wronged, so naturally we went to the palace to find the emperor," Banhua whispered, "Father was frightened and fell ill."

Ban Heng turned to look at his father, who showed no signs of being overly frightened, and nodded: "Sister, don't worry, I will take your father back right now."

Sending his father and younger brother off, Banhua got on his horse and was about to leave when he saw Rong Xia still standing there and said, "You have been more careful lately. I don't know whether these people are targeting my father or us. The entire Ban family. You are engaged to me, and I am worried that you will be implicated."

"I'm not afraid of being implicated," Rong Xia walked to her horse, "Be careful when you enter the palace."

"Yes." Banhua nodded, patted the horse, and the horse galloped away.

Rong Xia looked at Banhua's leaving figure and stood quietly without speaking.

"Uncle?"

"Go to Dali Temple." Rong Xia's voice was a little cold, "This case must be investigated."

Dali Temple is very busy every day, but it is particularly busy today. When the investigators were checking whether the Ban family had any grudges with other families, they found that there were quite a few families who had grudges with the Ban family. The high-status one includes the second prince, and the low-status one includes the street gangster who molests the girls.

This group of family members like to provoke others when they have nothing to do. They are often ranked in a row. I really feel that their family has not been dealt with for so many years. I don’t know if it is because of a stable background or good luck.

"Master Liu, Cheng Anbo wants to see you."

"Please come quickly." Liu Banshan guessed the reason for Rong Xia's arrival. He put down the pen in his hand and stopped copying half of the painting.

After a while, Rong Xia, with a somewhat cold expression, entered his room.