Traveled to ancient times and became a cheap little dad

"bang bang bang"

Jiang Yun covered his chest with both hands. His violent heartbeat sounded like a drum, shaking him so much that he could not stop trembling. He swallowed hard, held his breath, and dared not make any sound, and quietly retreated.

After walking a few steps and seeing that no one noticed, he jogged to the toilet and panted, "Xiao Ziyi, are you still there?"

"Um~~Where have you been? Su You came back just now and didn't see you. He was so anxious that he went to look for you now." Xiao Ziyi's voice came out muffled.

Jiang Yun kept looking back to make sure no one was following her. "Hurry up, I need to go find my brother. When Su You comes back, you can talk to him."

After saying that, he ignored Xiao Ziyi's call and ran out. However, his feet were weak, his waist was sore, and his legs were soft, so he did not run fast.

Jingchen and his group were passing by the alley and heard the noise. They turned their heads and saw Jiang Yun running and looking back with a nervous expression.

Without waiting for further thought, he stepped into the alley, stretched out his big hand, grabbed Jiang Yun's shoulder, and forced him to stop.

Jiang Yun looked up in horror, and when she saw Jingchen, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Jingchen..."

Jing Zhou looked at him from the side as if he was afraid of something, but he didn't say anything, with a dull expression. The others lowered their heads slightly and didn't dare to look around.

Jingchen patted his back soothingly to help him breathe, "Xiaoyun, slow down and catch your breath first."

"Jingchen, I, I'm scared..." His face turned pale and he kept looking back nervously.

Jingchen pulled him closer to him, feeling a little worried.

At this time, Xiao Ziyi and Su Youzheng were walking quickly from a distance.

Jingchen frowned and looked at the two men. Was he afraid of them?

Then he looked down at Jiang Yun, his expression gentle and his voice very soft, "Xiao Yun, don't be afraid."

"You are safe now, tell me what happened?"

Jiang Yun swallowed hard, turned around and pointed to the back, "I, I think I just found the assassin's lair."

"No, Jiang Yun, why are you running? Have you discovered someone's lair?" Xiao Ziyi's calves were weak due to diarrhea. He gasped for breath and wanted to come over to support Jiang Yun's arm, but Ye Xiao pulled him and helped him to stand aside. Su You followed behind silently.

Jiang Yun finally felt relieved and pointed in the same direction. "Right over there, the one with the dogtail grass hanging on the door. I was waiting for you just now and I accidentally saw someone sneaking around."

"I didn't want to see it at first, but I smelled a familiar smell, so I wanted to go over and take a look."

",,,,,"

The others were obviously shocked by his audacity, and they went to have a look alone, weak and frail.

"The assassin on the boat, the one who pulled me into the water, had that same smell on him, the smell of oil paint."

The others looked at each other and their expressions became serious. Perhaps he really discovered something.

"When I was about to leave, I passed by a room and smelled a faint bloody smell. I didn't dare to stay any longer and ran out."

Xiao Ziyi rolled his eyes in his heart. Why don’t you stay a little longer? You’re almost staying there.

"Also, Xiao Ziyi, haven't you been bumped into by chance several times by the people in that troupe? Could it be that they are not just bumping into you by chance, but are deliberately following you and planning to assassinate you again?"

Xiao Ziyi stroked his chin and thought for a while, "It seems a bit coincidental. Hey, cousin, did you encounter that troupe on the way here?"

Jing Zhou raised his head slightly and looked into the depths of the alley, saying in a serious voice, "Whether it is a coincidence or not, we will know after verifying it."

Then with a wink, Chen Feng took the order and immediately led his men over.

When Jiang Yun saw Jing Zhou speaking, she moved to the side, lowered her head slightly, and clenched her hands nervously.

Suddenly I wondered if I was too nervous just now. Those were just my guesses. What if I wrongly accused someone?

As if noticing his nervousness, Jingchen pinched his shoulder and raised his hand to touch his cheek, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's okay."

Jiang Yun responded softly, turned her face slightly away, then raised her hand to push his hand away, without looking at his expression, and took two steps forward.

When Jing Zhou saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Jing Chen met his gaze, clenched his fists, and turned his face away.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Chen Feng walked over quickly and bowed, "Master, there is something strange."

Jing Zhou stepped forward and said, "Let's go and take a look. Jiang Yun, you come too."

(￣_,￣ ),

When a few people entered the small door, they saw two people kneeling on the ground with their hands and feet tied and cloth stuffed in their mouths. When they saw people coming in, they sobbed and could not utter complete words.

Jiang Yun pointed to the room she had just seen, "That's the room. There's a faint smell of blood in it."

Chen Feng nodded, went into the room and searched for a while, then took out two knives and said, "Master, there are two types of weapons here. The unsharpened ones are for performances."

"There are more of these, hidden in boxes."

As he spoke, his hand shook and the knife hit the pillar next to him, cutting off a piece.

~o(〃\u0027▽\u0027〃)o

There were so many sharpened weapons hidden in the troupe, and Jiang Yun smelled the blood, so she had to be cautious.

Jing Zhou waved his hand and said, "Mobilize the troops to surround the theater. If there is resistance, kill them without mercy."

"Yes."

Chen Feng received the order and was about to go out when, "bang," the small door was pushed open. A man's pupils widened, and when he saw the scene inside the house, he turned around and ran away.

"Chase." Chen Feng and a few guards chased after him.

The alley was deep and the guards spread out to block the man's front and back exits, slowly taking out their weapons. The man rolled his eyes and gave up resistance.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the man was brought back. He lay on the ground and begged for mercy, "Sir, I was just singing an opera, why did you arrest me?"

Chen Feng kicked him directly. "Madam Yu, you didn't do anything wrong, why are you running?"

"You guys were holding knives. I thought you were bullies. Now..."

As he spoke, he raised his head, revealing a handsome face with a charming look in his eyes.

Jiang Yun stared at him with a firm look in her eyes, and pointed at him, "That's him. He has a mole under his right eye, and he smells strongly of grease paint."

Lady Yu lowered her head slightly, her expression very aggrieved and pitiful, "I am an actor, so I naturally have a smell of oil paint. The young master just saw my appearance, could it be that he was also fascinated by my tear mole?"

"Young Master, when we first met, did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

She glanced at Jiang Yun shyly, "You men are all like this."

Apparently Jiang Yun didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and frowned at him, "You men?"

Lady Yu knelt on the ground, stroking her lips with her fingers, and winked at a few people, "Young Master really loves to joke."

Even though he blinked several times, no one responded to him and everyone's expressions remained very indifferent.

But Jiang Yun was a little angry. This man made so many stupid moves. Suddenly, she remembered that Ling Yun had stabbed him with a sword. "Sir, look at the sword wound on his body. He must have left a scar."

Chen Feng winked at his subordinates, and someone immediately came up and tore off his clothes.

",,,,,,,"

Everyone was obviously stunned. There were so many scars on Lady Yu's body that it was impossible to tell which were the sword marks.

(￣^￣)ゞ Lady Yu pulled her clothes frivolously, "Damn it, you're so annoying."

Xiao Ziyi's mouth twitched, and he looked at Jiang Yun with some worry, "Xiao Yun..."

Seeing Madam Yu's smug expression, Jiang Yun gave him a mocking smile and stared at him intently.

Suddenly he took a few steps forward and stopped three steps away from Lady Yu. He took out a gun from his arms and pointed the muzzle at his forehead.

Madam Yu was afraid instinctively and raised her hand to hit him, but was stopped by Chen Feng.

"You said this is the first time we meet. This should also be the first time you see this thing. What are you afraid of?"

"I thought the young master was going to hurt someone, so I was in a hurry and naturally didn't recognize this thing." Madam Yu knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Yun sneered, "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it. I can help you recall it."

As he said this, he took out steel balls, stuffed two of them in front of him, and then aimed at his forehead again.

She tilted her head to look at him, her finger gently touching the trigger, "Do you remember?"

She slowly applied force with her knuckles, and suddenly Madam Yu jumped up and attacked Jiang Yun's face.