From the emperor sitting high in the temple to the common people and petty officials in the world, it is difficult to reach a consensus.
Forget it, this misunderstanding cannot be cleared up in just a few words, so I’ll leave first.
Facing Shen Anan's unpredictable expression outside the courtyard gate, Gu Junwen touched his nose awkwardly.
She was careless this time. She must be more careful next time.
Suddenly, sharp voices and noisy footsteps were heard, interrupting Gu Junwen's explanation.
A bloated lady wrapped in red silk cloth led a group of people towards the Duiyanyuan.
Shen Anan took a quick step, drew out his sword, and stood in front of Gu Junwen with great momentum.
There was murderous intent in her eyes, as if saying: No one can hurt Gu Junwen unless they step over her.
Gu Junwen was moved but still rationally pulled Shen Anan: "Anan, don't be impulsive, they are not coming for me."
Sure enough, the huge crowd didn't even pay any attention to Gu Junwen and the other two, and rushed straight past Gu Junwen and into the courtyard.
"Auntie, what's going on?" Gu Junwen grabbed an old lady who had difficulty walking but had rushed over as fast as she could to join in the fun.
"Young man, take care of yourself." The old lady gave Gu Junwen a meaningful look and then joined the crowd again.
"Young Master?" Shen Anan glanced at Gu Junwen's stunned expression, thinking that her young master had been hit, and hurried forward to comfort him.
Although my son looks like a pretty boy, no different from usual ones...but.
Gu Junwen broke away from Shen Anan's hand, feeling extremely speechless: This girl's psychological activities are too rich, like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, the more she thinks about it, the more outrageous it becomes.
But what was that lady mumbling in her heart just now: murder?
Has a murder occurred here?
Although the original owner had seen the smoke of war and the flashing of swords and sabers since childhood, she, Gu Junwen, did not like these bloody things.
Slip away, leave the life creed of being a salted fish with all the right and wrong.
It's a pity that reality is often rebellious, making it go east rather than west.
"Major General Gu."
As Gu Junwen raised his foot, he bumped into a tall and thin man wearing a half-worn black coat.
"I am Fu Hexiao, the prefect of Jingzhao. The prefect Zheng Zhonghe asked me to pass on a message that Jingzhao Prefecture is short of manpower, so this matter will be handed over to General Gu."
"I..." Before Gu Jun could finish his words, he was interrupted by He Xiao again:
"Lord Zheng has just gone home on sick leave, so I'll leave this matter to Major General Gu."
He Xiao bowed deeply, and when he stood up, he stuffed the letter of authorization into Gu Junwen's arms, then turned around and ran faster than a rabbit.
"Come back!" Only Gu Junwen's voice echoed in the alley.
No, is it really a good idea to hand over this Kyoto murder case to her, a person from the northern frontier who is unfamiliar with the place?
And Mr. Zheng, where did your energetic look just now go? It's more believable for you to say that Jingzhao Palace collapsed than to say that you are sick!
I'm so angry! Does she look like a chosen worker?
Or is she like a brick, being moved wherever she can be used?
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