Overpass in the capital.

The Toshihashimoto is just a white marble stone bridge outside Zhengyang Gate. It was only because since the Zhu Ming era, the emperor had to pass through this place when he worshiped the Temple of Heaven, and it was called the Overshiha by the market. It is also a place where the three religions and the nine streams of the capital were concentrated. Artists from all over the country gathered here to survive. Opera, juggle and snacks filled this market. It was also the most lively and prosperous place in the capital. What people at that time did not know is that the imperial royal family often came here in disguise, and the first social survey of the imperial prince was completed here.

"I don't believe it anymore. I still can't catch it!" Li Junwei stood outside the fence of the ring, with dozens of bamboo circles on his arm, his fat little face was displeased, and his eyes were staring at a snow-white porcelain dog in the pile of things. He kept picking off the bamboo circle to cover it, but he threw more than a dozen times in a row, but he didn't catch it. Instead, the thing next to the porcelain dog was caught. But when the stall owner handed him the thing in Li Junwei, he didn't want it, and he just kept changing the bamboo circle. It seemed that he was determined to cover the porcelain dog.

Lin Junhong watched with his chest in his arms. This kind of game is not very interested in him, but seeing Li Junwei's efforts but unable to do so, it is of a different interest. Lin Junhong knows why Li Junwei is determined to set up the porcelain dog, because the snow-white porcelain dog is a very cute husky image. Li Junwei raised one when he was a child, but for some reason he fell on the city wall and fell to death. This porcelain dog is quite similar to that one.

"Look at my fairy girl scattering flowers!" Li Junwei's face turned red. He couldn't help but throw out all seven or eight circles in his hand, but his luck was really bad, and he didn't get any trap.

"Third brother, do you need me to help?" Lin Junhong asked with a smile.

As he said that, he threw the candied haws that Li Junwei had not finished eating on the ground, pinched the bamboo stick and threw it away. The stick flew far away and happened to be inserted into a paint bottle next to the porcelain dog. This was obviously a skill he had brought about for many years of martial arts. The trick he used for ferrule was a murderous knife.

"No, don't come, I have to trap it!" Li Junwei raised his head and said angrily. He reached out and pinched his purse. It was empty inside. He could only smile and stretched out his chubby little hand to Lin Junhong. Lin Junhong took a few big sons to him. This hereditary veteran of the empire, His Highness Cheng, reminded him seriously: "Don't forget to return it to me."

"Okay, I'll keep my account after dinner!" Li Junwei said happily after getting the money.

"Then you should hurry up, I'll go and take a look at my second child." Lin Junhong reminded.

Li Junwei: "Don't worry, I'll go to Dongxinglou to meet you later."

Although Lin Junhong was the king of the clan, he was raised in the palace since his father died early and grew up with Li Mingxun's two underage sons. He was very familiar with each other. Among the three, Lin Junhong was the oldest, so he took care of the youngest Li Junwei. Although the prince was smart and mature and did not need anyone to take care of him, Lin Junhong was worried about him, so he spoke to Li Junwei, turned a street intersection and entered a bookstore. Li Junhua was selecting books in front of the cabinet accompanied by Chen Duan.

Unlike the playful and naughty third prince, the prince of the empire loved reading since he was a child. If he talked about interests and hobbies, it was also related to books. At this moment, he chose paintings, including drawings and texts, and introduced mostly the customs and customs of the empire's borders, overseas provinces or foreign countries, or some travel notes and other books. When Lin Junhong arrived, Li Junhua had already selected a few books and was bargaining with the boss.

Seeing Lin Junhong coming in alone, he asked, "Where is the Regal?"

"He is competing with the trick of tying Circle, and he will meet us in Dongxinglou later." Lin Junhong said.

Li Junhua nodded slightly. He knew the best of his brother's temper. He would not give up until he achieved his goal. Li Junhua continued to bargain with the shopkeeper. The final transaction price was much lower than the marked price. The shopkeeper was looking for change. Li Junhua suddenly said: "Someone is crying, have you heard it?"

"There are so many people on the street, what's wrong with some people crying?" Lin Junhong was puzzled.

"No, it's the child's crying, it's the crying of the Lord!" Li Junhua looked serious, and ignored Lin Junhong and Chen Duan, and walked quickly outside the store. Chen Duan and Lin Junhong were not even able to care about the books and quickly followed. The two of them muttered on the way, why didn't they hear it? They thought Li Junhua had heard it wrong, but they never thought that when they returned to the place just now, Li Junwei was actually sitting and crying loudly, his little face was red and swollen, and he was still holding half of the body of the porcelain dog in his hand, and the attendant following him had been restrained.

The prince was attacked, which was a great event. Chen Duan had already blew the bronze whistle he carried with him and summoned the prince's guard.

The attack on Li Junwei was a group of Hu people. They were dressed in white robes, lined with mail, and steel knives. They had been unsheathed. Their eye sockets were deep, their skin was fair, and they all had long beards. There were eight of these Hu people who had pressed Li Junwei's close servant to the ground and their chins were removed. Behind them was a pure white camel with a camel sedan chair with black tassels hanging on it, and there were several servants next to the camel sedan chair.

When Li Junhua and the other two arrived, a Hu man's knife was pointing at Li Junwei on the ground. Lin Junhong immediately stepped forward. He neither wanted Li Junwei to have an accident nor did he want to cause trouble. He could see that the group of Hu men had some background. If the three brothers did not want to be confined in the future, it would be properly resolved today. However, before Lin Junhong could speak, Li Junhua had already drawn his pistol and pointed it at the Hu man holding the knife, scolding: "I order you to let go of my brother!"

The Hu people saw the gun in Li Junhua's hand and grinned: "I know the laws of your Han people, you dare not shoot here."

Bang!

Li Junhua pulled the trigger, and the lead bullet hit the Hu man's legs, splashing a ball of soil. The gun in Li Junhua's hand fell directly to the ground. He pulled out the pistol on Chen Duan's body and pointed it at the Hu man's head: "Let go of my brother, otherwise this shot will blow your head."

Lin Junhong was stunned. He grew up with the prince since childhood. The two of them were the closest and familiar. In his impression, Prince Li Junhua was gentle and elegant, and he was steady in his work. He was never an impulsive person. He never thought that he was so bloody today.

"This is a misunderstanding. Please don't hurt others. It's our fault..." A gentle voice sounded from behind the Hu people. A girl about fourteen or fifteen years old squeezed out from the Hu people warrior. She was wearing a white robe and a veil on her face. Her fair skin made her eyes look even more eye-catching. Her long brown hair spread out like a waterfall, and her youthful figure showed her fatal attraction to all adult men.

"Baiji, retreat, these people are very dangerous!" the Hu warrior reminded.

The girl walked to Li Junhua, and her beautiful little head stopped in front of Li Junhua's pistol. She explained: "On behalf of my servant, I apologize to you. We did not intend to hurt your brother. This is a misunderstanding."

A girl came forward, and although both sides were at odds, they were no longer about to break out. Chen Duan had already pulled Li Junwei on the ground and hid behind him. Lin Junhong had noticed that the girl was also holding something in her hand, which was the other half of the porcelain dog.

At this moment, the Prince's Guard had arrived. They were dressed in casual clothes, with a total of two groups and twenty people. As soon as they appeared, they surrounded all the Hu people. The Guard held a sword and a short gun. With just one order, they could kill everyone.

However, the chaos had not stopped. As the whistle sounded from afar, a group of sheriffs also appeared at the scene. The sheriff in charge rode a horse and shouted loudly: "Who is firing a firearm? Who is desperate to dare to drive a firearm at the foot of the emperor?"

The sheriff turned over and dismounted. Seeing Li Junhua holding a gun in his hand, he walked up with a stick in one hand, Lin Junhong reached out to stop him, and a bronze medal appeared in his palm. When the sheriff saw it, he immediately saluted and explained: "Sir, the important part of the capital, no shooting is allowed."

"May they do the murder and hurt people!" Li Junhua didn't even look at it, and still did not put down the gun in his hand.

Although Lin Junhong stopped the sheriff, he was still unstable. He walked forward and whispered: "Prince, there are more and more people. If the trouble continues, it will be difficult to deal with it. You go back first and I will deal with it."

The girl also saw that Lin Junhong wanted to calm down, and even saw that the other party had a good background. She also said, "This young master is my subordinate who is ignorant. I can hurt your younger brother. I can..."

In fact, this matter was very simple. Li Junwei and the snare had a fight. The Hu girl passed by here and saw that he was cute. When she saw that the hunting was happy, she bought a few bamboo circles and easily took away the porcelain dog. When Li Junwei's servant saw a girl deliberately disturbing the third prince's interest, he went to take the porcelain dog, but it broke it. The servant started to attack the Hu samurai, and Li Junwei was also slapped.

"Who beat my brother?" Li Junhua didn't care about the two of them's persuasion, nor did the facts, and just asked coldly.

"It's him, he beat the third son..." The servant who broke free from the bondage pointed at the arrogant warrior just now and said.

Bang!

Another shot sounded, and the bullet directly knocked away the hat on the warrior's head. It was not that Li Junhua was not skilled, but Lin Junhong picked his wrist at the critical moment. Li Junhua threw away his pistol and snatched the guns of the guards next to him, and was directly hugged by Chen Duan. They could not watch the prince kill people in the street. Lin Junhong ordered: "Take him and the third brother back to the carriage, and don't mess around here."

Chen Duan pulled Li Junhua back, Lin Junhong shook his head bitterly and said directly to the Hu warrior: "If you don't want to cause trouble, you know what to do."

The girl didn't know what Lin Junhong said. She was startled by the gunshots and her little face turned pale. But she saw that Lin Junhong was easy to talk and wanted to negotiate a few words. She never thought that the warrior behind her would wake up quickly and raised her sword to cut off her left hand. He just slapped Li Junwei with this hand.

The hand was cut off, and the Hu warrior just twitched his mouth and stood there with his wrist pinched. Without saying a word, Lin Junhong nodded: "It's a man, this matter is over today."

Lin Junhong turned around and wanted to leave. Seeing the girl's face splattered with blood, it looked like a rose blooming on her face. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the girl, and said politely: "Miss, I offended you, please forgive me."

After saying that, Lin Junhong turned around and left. When passing by the sheriff's side, Lin Junhong said: "I went back to the security hall. If your Shangguan caught this matter, let him come to Prince Cheng's mansion to talk about the situation."

The sheriff clasped his fists and asked, "Who dares ask which Prince Cheng's Mansion is it?"

The empire had King Cheng and King Cheng, and they could not be distinguished by their tone, but for Lin Junhong, one was his own family and the other was his cousin's family. He casually said: "Everyone is the same."

Lin Junhong got on the carriage and saw Li Junhua holding Li Junwei who was still sobbing, and when he saw Lin Junhong coming up, he cast his inquiring eyes. Lin Junhong shook his head slightly and signaled to solve it. He could see that Li Junhua, who had been quiet, was a little regretful and even scared. If he really wanted to kill someone in the street today, this matter would definitely not be resolved.

"Today, the prince and the third prince will not return to the palace. They will rest in my palace. You will go back and report." Lin Junhong opened the car window and said to the attendant outside, and then smiled: "Nothing happened today, do you know?"

Chen Duan replied that since the king said nothing had happened, nothing had happened.

Close the window, Lin Junhong patted Li Junwei on the butt and persuaded: "Okay, third brother, no one in the palace knows that you were beaten, neither the father nor the empress knows. No one will punish you and the prince, and no one will laugh at you."

"Really?" Li Junwei asked with red eyes.

Lin Junhong raised three fingers: "I swear!"

Li Junwei burst into tears and laughed. However, only Li Junwei believed that both the prince and the king of Cheng knew that others might not know about this, but the emperor would definitely know about it.

The Hu girl watched the ordinary-style carriage slowly leave, but she could not see any clues. If there was anything that could prove the identity of those people, there was only the Hong character embroidered on the brocade handkerchief. The girl saw the sheriff pretending that was not the case and left. With the help of the servant, she got on the camel sedan chair. The group passed the overpass and came to the Sifang Pavilion under the Lifan Courtyard and entered the hall.

In the room deep in the museum, the candle illuminated a face. The man was wearing a white hat and a white robe, and his beard covered with half of his face. His eyes stared at him and stopped him until the candle burned out. After a sway, the room was completely dark. Abdulla and Zhuo sighed and their hearts fell silent. Could it be that their sect ended like this candle?

Abdulla fell into deep thought, and many pictures flashed before his eyes. The rich hometown of Yarkand City was blood flowing into a river. Heretics waving a sabre of slaughter slaughtered believers. The lead bullets ripped apart from the flesh and blood. The sabre cut off the heads of people. The sabre wailed and shouted to kill filled this land that had been calm for decades. The oasis had been dyed red. But Abdulla was not ready to pray. He prayed countless times in his life, but never received a response. The gods ignored him and would not give him the answer to redemption. Who can save his faith?

With a snap, the scythe squirted out a spark and lit another candle. The faint light illuminated a delicate and beautiful face. Abdulla was stunned.
Chapter completed!