C67

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, although Li Chengfeng had gone home, none of the people who were on good terms with the Li family had come to greet them. In fact, when the neighbors saw the men from the Li family travelling, they had run far away like a plague.

Everyone could clearly see what had happened.

Although the Li family's young master wasn't dead yet, and he even killed Cheng An and You San when he returned, and even punished the other hoodlums that tried to take advantage of him, but this didn't mean that this crisis could be completely over!

There had to be a young master of the Zhan Clan behind all of this, and there was even a man standing guard over Zhang Junheng. Everyone was quietly waiting to see what would be done to the Lee family by Zhang Junheng and the Northwest Warring Union.

No one was optimistic that the Li Family would survive under such a situation, and no one dared to approach them.

Early in the morning, the road leading to the north side of Cheng'an City was filled with civilians. They blocked off the road on both sides with passionate faces. At least, on the surface, it looked like it was.

Because once they no longer had smiles on their face, or maybe they were overjoyed, a hoodlum would immediately step forward and give them a fierce kick: "Your grandmother, your family has died? Who was he showing his face to! "If you put on that smelly face again, I'll let your family really have a dead person!"

The hooligans wore the clothes of commoners, and calmly walked through the crowd, maintaining a festive atmosphere on the surface.

There was a large crowd of people holding a pile of umbrellas, and on the umbrellas were many small pieces of paper with all kinds of words written in praise.

"Ahh!" Brother Bai, who was swimming happily in the river in the city, sneezed. He touched the snot foam on his nose, weighed it in the crowd, and suddenly said, "Hey, it's here, get ready!"

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a luxurious four-horse carriage slowly approaching from the end of the road. Beside the carriage was a large palanquin with four people carrying it.

At first glance, everyone knew that this was the young master of the Zhan Clan and Cheng An City's Prime Minister, Zhang Junheng.

"Quick, quick!" Brother Bai quickly glared at his subordinates. All of his subordinates gave the order, and the crowd immediately burst into cheers. The leader of the crowd, an old man, slowly kneeled down, and shouted, "Ah, great master Qing Tian!"

The guard leading the way held his blade hilt and shouted angrily: "What are you doing!? "Are you looking to die?!"

Zhang Junheng called for the sedan to stop and walked down. He shouted at the soldiers, "Step down!" He then stepped forward with a kind expression and looked around suspiciously, "Elder, what are you doing?"

The old man was excited: "Old man did not care about the safety of the city. He personally led the army to kill off the monsters. We can guarantee the safety of Cheng'an City."

As he spoke, he struggled to kowtow.

Zhang Junheng's face was flushed red, he quickly helped the old man to stand up, and said in a loud voice, "This old man is untalented, unvirtuous, and useless, and is worthy of being the Prime Minister of Cheng'an City, worthy of being the father and mother of a hundred thousand citizens. If this old man is unable to stand up against the demons, then it would be a shame for His Majesty to show his gratitude, and for the common people! "Old man, please quickly get up. This old man truly cannot afford it if you all are to act like this!"

Brother Bai from the crowd suddenly shouted, "The Lord Protector protects the family and the nation, it is a right thing to do!"

The other hoodlums immediately replied, "Yes, it is indeed within our expectations!"

The civilians who had been clamped in replied, "We deserve it!" After he finished speaking, they all kneeled down.

After he finished speaking, Brother Bai waved his hand in a covert gesture. The people holding the umbrella swarmed over and surrounded the Great Guardian. Zhan Qisheng leaned against the side of the carriage and lifted the carriage's curtain. A sneer appeared on his face as he looked at the scene, then he said in a low voice, "I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen such a shameless person."

His servant, Uncle Li, smiled. "Zhang Junheng was a disciple of the heavens and was ranked first on the list. He was also a conceited student, so how could he be willing to stay in the remote Cheng'an City and be a Grand Guard for the rest of his life?"

Zhan Qisheng sneered, "Does he think he can go back just because he did this, asking for credit, and stirring up some trouble?"

Uncle Li smiled. "Cats have their own ways. Mice have their own ways." Everyone has their own methods. "

Zhang Junheng cupped his hands towards everyone, his hands pressed downwards, and he loudly shouted, "Everyone, please rise! Quickly, please rise!"

A group of elderly gentry crowded around Zhang Junheng to sing praises, for a time the streets were filled with flattery, flattery and flattery.

Li Chengfeng, who was hiding on the street and planning to keep a low profile, found it hard to endure, "This old fellow really knows how to mess things up!"

Su Yuehan was leading two horses, and each horse carried two large packs. She said in a low voice, "Young Master, let's take a detour, shall we?"

Li Chengfeng bid farewell to his mother and the servants he was reluctant to part with, and especially so for Lu Zhu, whose face was covered with tears and makeup. She threw herself into Li Chengfeng's embrace and refused to come out for a long time, while Su Yuhan lowered her head and followed Li Chengfeng on their journey under the envious gazes of Lu Zhu and the other servants.

When the two of them walked to the entrance of the market, they saw a scene that almost made them want to puke.

Li Chengfeng looked at Zhang Junheng and Zhan Qisheng's carriage, he thought of the few Li family servants that had died, and he thought of his old man who was still lying on the bed. He then sneered, "Hmph, you might as well keep watching! It is not easy to see such shamelessness. "

While speaking, a green-skinned bully was borrowing the wind to fly a kite away from the back of the street. On the kite, there were all kinds of words that were written in praise. There was even a portrait of Zhang Hengjun.

Brother Bai immediately shouted loudly, "The Great Guardian is leveling up!"

One of the nobles flattered him immediately, "Sir, this is what the citizens are looking forward to!"

Li Chengfeng sucked in a breath of cold air as he looked at the people around him, "So a mountain is actually higher than a mountain. Can you even think of such a shameless method?" "Hum, hum, hum!"

While Li Chengfeng was speaking, he took advantage of the opportunity when he was hiding in the crowd to take out a thumb-sized, willow leaf-like concealed weapon. Taking advantage of the lack of attention from the crowd, he flicked his wrist and the blade flashed past, instantly slashing the kite that had Zhang Junheng in it.

For a moment, no one paid any attention to it, until someone pointed at the kite and shouted, "Aiya, the string is broken!"

Brother Bai was dumbstruck. He turned his head and glared at the lackey with the kite string. The lackey's face was blank and his body trembled. The crowd did not know how to react and did not know what to say.

The bustling streets suddenly quietened down, and the scene became extremely awkward. Only the thin and tall man lifted his head to look at "himself" as he flew higher and higher, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Bro Bai was quick-witted. He slapped his thigh and shouted, "Aiya, Lord Taishang is rising high and mighty every day!"

Everyone seemed as if they had just woken up from a dream. Only then did they come back to their senses and all replied, "Yeah, loud and clear. This is a good omen!"

Zhang Junheng's complexion was much better, but just as everyone was flattering and flattering him, a loud and clear voice came from the crowd. This voice was so loud that it could not be hidden, because it penetrated the hearts of everyone present!

"Mother, quick, look! We're guarding too well!" A childish voice, like thunder and lightning, struck heavily on everyone's hearts.

Everyone had strange expressions on their faces. Some of them secretly exchanged glances at the rising "Imperial Guard", some secretly used their eyes to look at Zhang Heng's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, but there were even more who raised their eyebrows. They only saw the lanterns on Xiong Family's woman carrying her five-year-old child, trembling in the middle of the crowd!