Su Ergou was already feeling uncomfortable and vomited with a "wow".

Su Xiaoxiao also felt that the stench was uncomfortable and even suffocating.

My palms started sweating from my body's reaction.

Fortunately, she put on the pair of gloves from the pharmacy before coming down. They were non-slip, hard and labor-saving.

On the ground, the fight between the two sides continued.

The other side had too many people, and Bai Ze and Hong Luan were gradually entangled.

A masked master approached Xiao Chonghua silently from behind.

He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at Xiao Chonghua fiercely.

The sword flashed, and by the time Xiao Chonghua reacted it was too late.

The opponent's sword hit his head.

At the critical moment, a faster and sharper sword flew into the air and hit the opponent's heart.

The man in black screamed and fell to the ground.

Xiao Chonghua looked at the person who saved him in disbelief.

Wei Ting didn't have time to talk to him. He pulled out another long sword from the corpse at his feet and continued to join the fight.

The youngest son of the Wei family's reputation as a killer is not exaggerated. Wherever he goes, men in black fall down one after another.

There were only a few men in black left, and they couldn't help but think of retreating.

Just at this moment, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds was heard not far away.

The imperial guards have arrived.

They rode their horses into the crowd and quickly dispatched the last few assassins.

Xiao Chonghua frowned.

The imperial guards all dismounted and saluted Xiao Chonghua: "Third Prince!"

He bowed to Wei Ting again, "Master Wei!"

Wei Ting looked at them indifferently.

Xiao Chonghua asked: "Who notified you to come here?"

He didn't remember calling the imperial guards.

Also called immovable.

He did not command the Imperial Guards.

"Third brother, it's the emperor who is late!"

Xiao Chonghua looked in the direction of the voice.

The imperial guards stood on both sides, making way for the other.

Xiao Chonghua looked at the man in brocade clothes who was walking towards him with big strides, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Brother."

The person who came was none other than the eldest prince Xiao Duye.

Xiao Duye came to Xiao Chonghua, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Third brother!"

Xiao Chonghua smiled and asked, "When did you return to Beijing? Why didn't you inform me? I could have gone to the city gate to greet you."

"I just got back too, and when I passed by nearby, I heard some fighting."

As he spoke, he looked at Wei Ting who was standing beside him. His expression was kind, but his tone was a little surprised: "Lord Wei is here too."

Xiao Chonghua explained: "Lord Wei also heard that something happened in the Ministry of Works, so he came to take a look. We met him halfway."

The implication is that Wei Ting is not with him.

Xiao Duye looked at the messy corpses on the ground, frowned and looked at the imperial guards beside him: "I don't know how to leave anyone alive, how can I do anything?!"

The leader of the imperial guards clasped his fists and saluted: "I was afraid that they would hurt His Highness the Third Prince, so I was a little too heavy-handed. Please punish me, Your Highness!"

Xiao Chonghua said: "Forget it, brother, it's not their fault."

Xiao Duye put his hands behind his back and snorted coldly, "Third brother pleads for you. This time, I will spare you. If it happens again, I won't spare you next time!"

Wei Ting ignored them and turned to find Su Xiaoxiao.

The current situation is that Su Xiaoxiao can't grab the rope, nor can she tie the rope for Su Ergou.

Jing Yi was also unable to move.

Wei Ting took the rope and tied it around himself.

"Young Master! Let me go down!" Fusu stopped him.

Wei Ting took a new bundle of ropes, handed the other ends of the two ropes to Fusu, and then went downstairs silently.

The stench down there was sickening.

His expression remained unchanged. He first tied a rope around Su Xiaoxiao and then carried Su Ergou over.

"Fusu, pull the rope."

"Yes, Master."

The second person to be pulled up was Su Ergou.

Just as Fusu slowly pulled the rope, a mechanism suddenly appeared on the side wall, and a flying knife flew towards Su Ergou's head.

It was impossible to fend it off.

Wei Ting suddenly stretched out his hand and protected Su Ergou's head.

The flying knife pierced through his palm.

Fusu's face suddenly changed: "Master!"

Wei Ting said calmly: "I'm fine, pull the person up."

The third one is Jing Yi.

Wei Ting was not in a hurry to come up, he wanted to go down and take a look.

Fusu was really convinced. Young master, just go and die. Otherwise, the old lady will be furious again.

"Torch."

Wei Ting said calmly.

Fusu helplessly threw a torch to him.

Wei Ting caught it steadily.

Fusu said anxiously, "Be careful, young master, don't burn the rope!"

"Put it down." Wei Ting said.

Fusu was lowered little by little.

Due to the collapse of the ground, a lot of wood fell down.

And under these broken woods, Wei Ting actually saw the white bones of a dead person.

More than one.

They were either sitting, lying, or curled up, as if they had suffered great torture in their lifetime.

…

Qin Yun was the last one to be rescued.

His situation was not much better. When the second floor collapsed, a lot of wood fell down and hit him, causing him to faint on the spot.

Qin Yanran arrived at about the same time as the people from Jingzhao Prefecture.

A fight between students of the Imperial College led to a shocking murder, and the Jingzhao Prefecture felt that its official hat was in danger.

Qin Yanran went to Renxin Hall to buy thousand-year-old ginseng for Qin Jiang. She ran into a wounded man who was being treated there. After asking, she learned that something had happened to Qin Yun.

The scene was bustling with activity, some were healing their wounds, some were investigating the case, but Qin Yun was lying alone, covered in blood, and no one cared about him.

"Ayun!"

Qin Yanran walked over quickly, knelt on one knee on the ground, and shook Qin Yun's shoulders, "Ayun, I'm your sister! Wake up... Don't scare me... Wake up, Ayun..."

Qin Yun did not respond.

Qin Yanran was extremely anxious. She wanted to call a doctor, but when she turned around, she saw Su Xiaoxiao bandaging the wound of a minor official from the Ministry of Works.

She walked over with a cold face: "My brother was injured like that, didn't you see? Why didn't you heal my brother?"

Su Xiaoxiao continued to bandage the wounded.

The wounded have lost severe blood loss and if the bleeding is not stopped, the consequences will be disastrous.

Qin Yanran gritted her teeth and said, "I'm talking to you! My brother's injuries are very serious! Don't take revenge on me!"

The clerk knew that his status was humble and he could not compare to the noble flesh and blood of the Qin family, so he also advised: "Miss Su, you go and see Young Master Qin first, I won't be in the way."

Su Xiaoxiao said seriously, "You injured your artery, how come it's not a problem? I'm just giving you an emergency bandage now, and you'll have to go to the clinic to sew it up later."

She finished bandaging it and moved on to the next one.

Wei Ting's hand injury has not been treated yet.

The blade was stuck in his palm.

He said that he was a military commander and this minor injury would not kill him.

Let her save others first.

"Su Daya!"

Qin Yanran reached out to grab Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao slapped Qin Yanran in the face with a loud slap! Qin Yanran was stunned! "You should be thankful that I'm busy now and can't bother you two!"

After a wave of assassinations, these officials and petty clerks who had no martial arts skills suffered heavy casualties.

Every moment of delay costs a life.

Su Xiaoxiao knelt down on one knee, held the leg of a young clerk, and pushed back the protruding bone: "Get out of here!"

(End of this chapter)