The domestic guard is a little sweet

The peddler was pinned to the ground by An Twelve and struggled unceasingly. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with dust. He looked at Zhao Jin viciously.

"Okay, you two look well-dressed, you thought it was the young master, but it turned out to be robbery, let me tell you that I am not afraid of you, there are people in my family in the yamen."

After all, the salesman's eyes darkened, and he touched his waist, wanting to grab the dagger.

With a smile on the corner of An Shier's mouth, he slashed hard with his hand in the shape of a knife, and only heard a click, the peddler's right joint dislocated, and the iron dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

Zhao Jin stepped forward to pick it up with a smile, playing with the dagger in his hand.

"Businessman? I think you have been pretending for a long time, and you have forgotten who you are. Although the woman is dressed in ordinary clothes, the accessories on her body and the shoes on her feet are not ordinary people at all, and you just fed her water. At that time, although the woman was completely powerless to be manipulated by you, her whole body tensed up subconsciously, which shows that she is not familiar with you. I think you are just a bandit. My young master wants to see which government has relatives with you, a bandit. , interesting, interesting."

As he spoke, Zhao Jin walked to the carriage and opened the curtain, and looked at the woman wearing a veil, trembling with fear.

Zhao Jin took half a step forward, tore off the veil from the woman's face, and saw that the woman's face was full of tears, her almond eyes widened in horror, seeing a handsome young man, hope burst out of her eyes, and she begged in a low voice.

"Help, help, this young master is saving the little girl. The little girl is not familiar with this person, and they are not husband and wife."

"Don't be afraid, lady, that villain has already been subdued by us."

Zhao Jin nodded knowingly, looking at the woman's appearance, he presumably was given some medicine that made him weak all over.

However, in ancient times, men and women were incompatible, Zhao Jin did not step forward to help the woman, but turned around and came to An Shier's side.

"But bring antidote pills?"

An Twelve untied the gangster's two arm joints with one hand, then pulled out a rope from the horse, and tied him neatly. Hearing Zhao Jin's question, he nodded and pulled out a small porcelain bottle from his waist.

"Bring it, just two pills at a time."

Zhao Jin nodded, raised his chin towards the carriage, and said in a low voice: "Go and give the woman in the carriage a detoxification pill, and we will move forward immediately and send this villain to the yamen."

"Yes."

An Twelve didn't delay, strode forward, fed the antidote pill to the woman, and after drinking a few sips of water, saw that the woman's complexion eased a lot, and then returned to Zhao Jin's side.

"Master, I read it. It's just an ordinary Mongolian perspiration medicine. It's already more than half effective. If you give it a detoxification pill now, there should be no problem."

Before this trip, Zhao Jin specially brought the government doctor with him and prepared some common medicines, which will be useful if he doesn't think about it now.

Zhao Jin nodded, instead of caring about the woman in the carriage, he walked up to the gangster who was tied up with a lot of interest, knelt down and tapped the middle-aged man on the head with a fan, and asked jokingly: " Why don't you tell me about your master and brother-in-law in the yamen."

The middle-aged man dislocated his arms at this moment, and grinned his teeth in pain. Seeing Zhao Jin's leisurely appearance, his eyes almost burst into flames, and he yelled: "Well, you are a hairless yellow-mouthed child, I'm being bullied to my head, I tell you to let your grandfather and me go quickly, or you will feel better when we get to Muhua City.

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When Zhao Jin heard the declaration that my father was Li Gang, he rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Even if the master is really your relative, it's your brother-in-law, not your father! Now that you have caused him such a big trouble, you don't know how to be afraid, but you are complacent here. I really feel a headache for your poor brother-in-law.

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After finishing speaking, Zhao Jin didn't pay any attention to the clamoring middle-aged man, but An Twelve couldn't listen any longer. He tore a piece of rag from the saddle and stuffed it into the man's mouth, which was quiet. down.

After a while, the woman hurriedly got out of the carriage after the drug had passed, and came to Zhao Jin and the two, weeping, choked up and said: "Thank you two young masters for saving me, I am originally the descendant of the Xiao family in Muhua City. The eldest daughter went to Muhua Temple outside the city to offer incense. She didn't want to be robbed by a group of bandits halfway. I will send it home, and my family will definitely thank you two."

Although Zhao Jin likes men, he couldn't bear to see this pitiful woman crying miserably, so he comforted him lightly.

"Don't be afraid, lady. We will pass by Muhua City ahead of our trip, and we will definitely take you home when the time comes. Don't worry."

Zhao Jin was already handsome and extraordinary. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes when he went out, he was dressed luxuriously, and his demeanor was even more extravagant. At first glance, he was not the son of an ordinary rich family.

"Thank you two sons."

This Miss Xiao had seen the world, so she couldn't help but sneak a look at Zhao Jin, her ears were slightly red, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further.

After a few words between the two, there was the sound of horseshoes rushing from behind. The woman was startled, and Zhao Jinbai said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's my family who came here. Miss, don't be afraid."

As soon as Zhao Jin finished speaking, he saw a few guards with sabers riding tall horses galloping towards Zhao Jin. A dozen guards got off their horses one after another and knelt down on one knee.

"I have seen the king."

The woman's face turned pale when she heard the address, she didn't expect that this rather noble young master was actually the prince of the dynasty, she quickly lowered her head and didn't dare to look any more.

Such a character, don't dare to look too much.

Zhao Jin waved his hands indifferently: "Get up, you don't need to be polite when you go out!"

"Yes." The dozen or so guards stood up and stood around one after another. They seemed to be loose, but in fact they became a tight protective posture.

And two of the guards stepped forward to pick up Dark Twelve, and the man who was tied up at his feet didn't even ask why, and directly tied him up and brought him to the horse.

After a while, the large troops behind also caught up.

Sun He hurriedly came to Zhao Jin's side to salute in two quick steps, and said worriedly: "Oh, the slave has finally caught up with you. After running for so long, you are also thirsty, right? Why don't you get into the carriage to rest, and the slave will give you a rest." You make tea."

Zhao Jin was indeed a little tired after riding the horse.

Looking back, the shivering woman standing behind with her head bowed lowered, and ordered in a low voice, "This is Miss Xiao, who was kidnapped. This king happened to pass by, and happened to save the front. When you arrive at Muhua Town, send some people Take her home."

Sun He took a look, and the woman behind her with her head bowed nodded.

"Yes."

Zhao Jin turned around and looked at An Twelve with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and grabbed his fingers, and said with a light smile, "It's been a long time riding outside, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea with me and take a rest."

An Twelve lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, but his big hands gently grabbed Zhao Jin's hooked fingers.

"Yes."

So the two walked towards the carriage hand in hand, and Zhao Jin got into the carriage with the help of others.

Sun He was also busy making a pot of tea with a small stove, and quietly sent it to the carriage. As for how to arrange the rescued woman, Zhao Jin naturally didn't need to worry about it.

There are countless servants and maidservants in the accompanying team, so someone will naturally take care of this trivial matter.

As for the middle-aged man who was being escorted by the guards, his legs were so frightened that he almost peed on his ass.

He really didn't expect that he thought he would meet a meddling lengtouqing in this business, and he didn't expect that this person's identity was actually a prince. He was so frightened that his heart and liver were torn apart, and he didn't know what to do.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and from a distance, Zhao Jin saw a rather large Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, slowly emitting green smoke, showing that the incense was in full swing.

And this mountain is a little further forward, and you can vaguely see the appearance of the city, which is probably Muhua City.

Zhao Jin lifted the curtain of the car and called, and Sun He gave orders in a low voice.

"Send someone to Muhua Temple to ask if our group can spend the night in the temple, so as to save a large number of people from entering the city and disturbing ordinary people."

"Yes."

Sun He received the order to get off his horse, and Zhao Jin also ordered the convoy to rest on the spot.

After a while, Sun He came back with a few servants and went to the carriage to answer.

"Back to the lord, the Muhua Temple occupies a large area, and it's Laojun's birthday. There are many people fasting on the mountain, what do you think, lord?"

There are many ordinary people fasting on the mountain, and Sun He is afraid of bumping into his master.

But Zhao Jin didn't care, nodded after a moment of contemplation, and said in a low voice: "Then let's go directly to Muhua Temple to stay overnight, and pass my order to the entourage not to harass the people on the mountain and the Taoists practicing in the temple. Inappropriate Anyone who is worth it can go down the mountain and play around, remember not to drink too much wine and provoke troubles, otherwise this king will know about it, and the crime will be aggravated and severely punished."

"Yes."

Sun He bowed solemnly when he heard the words.

He knew his master's temper, although he seemed a little more relaxed today, but in fact he kept saying the same thing, if someone really fell into the hands of the prince, I'm afraid he would not let him off lightly.

Following the order, the team of people and horses slowly headed towards Muhuaguan.

On the way, Zhao Jin specially ordered the entourage to put away their identity badges, and went up the mountain pretending to be a businessman along the way.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Jin specially sent a guard and two maidservants who knew some kung fu, took Miss Xiao, drove a carriage into the royal city, and sent her back home safely.

As for the eldest daughter of the Xiao family being robbed at this moment, they have not received any news of extortion by the gangsters for a long time. , the family was both happy and anxious.

As for how the Xiao family wanted to thank their benefactors, that was something for another time. Zhao Jin and his party came to Muhua Temple and looked at the majestic Laojun Palace with its overhanging eaves and cliffs.

Cigarettes can be seen curling from the huge bronze tripod in front of the door, and the incense is strong. From time to time, people wearing ordinary coarse linen and silk satin kneel in front of the incense burner to worship.

And on a towering tree next to it, from time to time, there are a few beautifully dressed women with maids or little sisters throwing red ribbons together, probably to pray for marriage or something.