The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

After Duan Jing'an met up with Song Shengfu and the others with Chu Qinling in his arms, he thought about the unknown number of bandits and decided to rest temporarily in a densely populated area.

After sending two people to Qingyun Temple and the manor to investigate and report the news, Duan Jing'an told Song Shengfu about what happened in the manor.

When Song Shengfu heard that Old Man Li and his grandson, who had led them up the mountain before, were killed by bandits, she knew why the bandits caught up with them so quickly.

"Ah, I was wondering why those guys were chasing us so quickly. Turns out it was..."

Song Shengfu sighed and didn't want to say anything more. She just said, "There are people who are injured in the village. Please give them some money to settle them down."

Duan Jing'an said yes. After Duan Chengkang recovered, he kept talking to Chu Qinling about how he had just escaped from the clutches of the devil and how he bravely fought the enemy.

As he spoke, he started gesturing. Duan Jing'an looked at Duan Chengkang's butt wiggling and laughed a little.

"Brother Kang isn't very good at reading, but he's a very capable storyteller."

Duan Chengkang had just finished demonstrating his lime-spreading movements when, upon hearing Fourth Uncle's insults, he rushed to Duan Jing'an's back, hugged Duan Jing'an's neck, and acted coquettishly:

"Fourth Uncle, you are good friends with the teacher. Can you help me tell the teacher that I was frightened today? Is it okay for me to not go to school for the next few days?"

Duan Jing'an pulled him down and said, "You little rascal, you're still thinking about not going to school at this time. It seems you really can't get your mind right."

"You go back and tell me yourself. I don't think you're frightened at all. You seem extremely excited."

Duan Chengkang started to act like a spoiled child again. At that time, the little boy did not know that one day in the future, the cycle of fate would make him face the same choice as his grandmother today.

It was around 3:00 AM at this moment, and the sky was already getting light. One of the people sent out to investigate came back with a large group of people, who looked like palace guards.

"Fourth Master, Old Madam, where are you?"

The man called out in a low voice. Duan Jing'an parted the bushes and saw that it was one of his own people. He asked Song Shengfu and the others to hide and went alone.

"You are?"

Duan Jing'an stood in the distance and asked loudly.

"I am Zhang Xueyu, deputy battalion commander of the Dragon Guard Battalion. I have been ordered by His Majesty to protect the Sixth Prince."

After saying that and showing the token, Duan Jing'an breathed a sigh of relief and called out Song Shengfu and others.

The uninformed farmers were stunned. What prince? They must have heard right. That young master was actually a prince!

"Your subordinate Zhang Xueyu greets the Sixth Prince."

As soon as Chu Qinling came out, Zhang Xueyu and his group knelt down, and several dumbfounded farmers also knelt down.

Seeing this, Song Shengfu also knelt down, and Chu Qinling quickly grabbed Song Shengfu.

"You don't have to be polite, old lady. You risked your life to save me tonight. Such a great favor is hard to repay, so there's no need to be so polite."

At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the intersection. It turned out to be another farmer who had just gone out to inquire.

He walked in a disorderly manner and looked panicked, as if he had noticed someone below. He looked down and saw his old lady and the Fourth Master shouting for help.

"Old Madam, Fourth Master, help!"

The farmer crawled over and found that there was a group of people around him, exuding a majestic aura.

I wasn't afraid when I saw it at this time, I just felt that I was saved.

The farmer quickly explained the situation on the mountain. It turned out that Zhao Quan led the two of them all the way up, but they did not find any trace of Song Shengfu and her group until they reached the back door of Qingyun Temple.

Suspecting that Song Shengfu had already taken the child into the temple, Zhao Quan knocked on the door. A young monk opened the door, but before he could ask anything, he was abducted.

Zhao Quan asked him threateningly if anyone had come tonight. The little monk looked frightened and repeatedly said that no one had come.

Zhao Quan didn't believe it, and seeing that the little monk was not moved by his persuasion, he killed him directly. His senior brother, who had not waited for the little monk to return, came to find him and saw this scene.

He quickly rang the copper bell in the temple and ran back. Zhao Quan was furious when he didn't find the person. He waited for someone nearby to come forward and catch the man, then asked him if he had seen the child who was about seven years old.

The senior brother just said that no one would come tonight. Zhao Quan cursed in his heart and angrily swung his sword, killing the monk on the spot.

Seeing the noise coming from a distance, the two men looked at Zhao Quan, thinking that someone must be coming.

"Sir, someone is coming. Should we continue looking for them?"

"Look! Why not? We're already here. Let's go around to the front. Lin Feng and the others are waiting in front of Qingyun Temple. It's just right that we have surrounded this place. I don't believe we can't find them."

This time, they came with two teams. One, led by him, consisted of twenty-five people, tasked with going to the Duan family and taking the Sixth Prince away. The other, led by Lin Feng, consisted of over fifty people. He was primarily ordered to find something in Qingyun Temple, the specifics of which only Lin Feng knew.

To be honest, Zhao Quan didn't want to see Lin Feng. He had a total of 25 people, and now there were only three left. He felt embarrassed, but he had no choice but to go.

If he couldn't bring the Sixth Prince back, his life would be at stake. He naturally knew whether life or face was more important.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, you old thing have come to this day! Oh, I'm dying of laughter, and there's still a time when you beg me."

Zhao Quan's face was as dark as ink and he said nothing. Seeing this, Lin Feng smiled even more widely.

"You said you couldn't even catch a child. If you found a piece of mud and buried yourself in it, it would save the Right Prime Minister from having to do it himself."

Zhao Quan could no longer endure it. With a look of despair, he stared at Lin Feng fiercely and said word by word, "Why are you laughing at me? If we can't bring back the Sixth Prince, neither you nor I will have a good ending."

Lin Feng paused, thinking that if things failed, they would be traitors, and they knew what the outcome would be.

Heads fell to the ground and families were destroyed!

"Are you sure they're in there?"

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Quan. Zhao Quan was a little hesitant. He didn't know where Wang Mao had gone just now. Although he didn't think much of Wang Mao's hypocritical look, he had to admit that his dog nose was indeed very sharp.

Seeing Zhao Quan hesitate, Lin Feng said sarcastically: "You don't even know where the person is, you are such a loser."

Zhao Quan was about to retort when Lin Feng continued, "Forget it. The people we sent in to look for something haven't come out yet. I was planning to take action right away, but you've already alerted them. There's no need to wait now. Go in right away."

Lin Feng gave an order and someone blew a whistle. The gate was opened from the inside, and the monk guarding the gate had already been killed.

The people outside rushed in quickly. Zhao Quan and his companions had already alarmed the people in the temple, so the monks inside were all holding wooden sticks.

But those with knives and sticks were no match for them, and soon the whole temple was filled with the smell of blood.

When the farmers arrived at the temple, they heard sounds of fighting and cries for help. Because their farm was the only one on the mountain, and the other farms were either too far away or at the foot of the mountain, many things were inconvenient, so these farmers used to have close contacts with Qingyun Temple.

Generally, they would send some of the fruits and vegetables grown at home to the temple, and sometimes they could exchange them for some steamed buns offered by the temple. People in the temple would sometimes ask them to help repair their houses. Farmers would all do these things.

They already believed in Qingyun Temple and had close ties with the temple. Now that they saw the temple in trouble, they could hardly suppress their anger.

These heartless beasts actually dared to invade this peaceful place, and they weren't afraid that their ancestors would curse them to death in their dreams at night.

So the man from the Lu family rubbed his hands and waved them.

"Brothers, these are worse than animals. Now that Qingyun Temple is in trouble, and we don't know where the old lady and the others are, we can't just stand by and watch them perish."

They were holding either hatchets or axes in their hands. One person went back to give a heads-up while the rest rushed in.