Chapter 165 Find Out (1)

Chapter 165 Find out (1)

The footsteps were getting closer, and then stopped at the stairs.

Du Jiu looked back, and the uncle was standing there quietly, with no disgust or disgust on his face, and his eyes were so complicated that Du Jiu couldn't see clearly. He had been with his uncle since he was a child, and it was the first time he noticed that his uncle had such a strange expression.

Banhua didn't notice Rong Xia's arrival, or she wasn't paying attention to other people at the moment. She looked at the assassin who was crying bitterly at this moment, and her voice was as cold as ice: "What are the characteristics of the person who contacted you?"

The assassin shook his head, "This person looks very ordinary, and his clothes are also very common. I, I really can't tell."

"Can't tell?" Banhua pulled out the saber from the guard and pointed at his lower body, "If you can't tell, I'll send you to be a criminal slave in the imperial mausoleum."

The sin slave not only had to engrave his face, but also was castrated and couldn't be a man. The assassin trembled with fright and begged for mercy repeatedly. When the tip of the knife cut his trouser leg, he couldn't help screaming.

"You were so courageous when you took someone's life, why are you afraid now?" Banhua sneered, and the knife moved a few inches closer, "You are not even afraid of death, but are you afraid of losing a few taels of flesh?"

Du Jiu was about to kneel to Banhua. This is really an aunt who threatened people with a man's cock, but she didn't see a bit of shyness on her face. He was embarrassed by himself as a man. Looking back, he saw the uncle walking over, and he whispered: "Uncle, the princess is just out of breath..."

Although he felt that Banhua was not the most suitable candidate for Mrs. Uncle, he was still in awe when he saw her as a woman who had given up everything to protect her family.

Perhaps not many men dare to like such a tough woman, but they admire such a person from the bottom of their hearts. This is the admiration a person has for a true lover, and it has nothing to do with gender.

Rong Xia didn't answer him. He strode up to Ban Hua and grabbed her wrist holding the knife: "Hua Hua, don't worry, let me do it."

Banhua looked back at him: "Why are you here?"

"People from the yamen found the shopkeeper and waiter of this building downstairs, and they have been sent to the hospital." Rong Xia took the knife in Ban Hua's hand and handed it to the guard beside him, "Prepare paper and pen for me Come."

The guards of the Ban's family glanced at Banhua, lowered their heads and hurried downstairs, and quickly came up with a pen and paper.

Rong Xia spread the paper on the table, dipped it in the poorly ground ink, turned her head and whispered to Ban Hua, "Don't dirty your eyes for this kind of person."

Ban Hua pursed her lips and said nothing.

Rong Xia smiled and straightened his robe, as if the place where he was standing was not the room where the assassin was lying on the ground, but the study room where the scent of ink was blowing.

"How tall is the person looking for you?"

"What kind of bun do you wear, and what kind of hairpin do you use?"

"What clothes are you wearing, what color are they, and what are the fabrics?"

After asking one question after another, Rong Xia kept writing and drawing on the paper. Ban Hua sat beside him and saw a middle-aged man appearing on the paper in front of him.

"But this person?" Rong Xia put down the pen, and after the ink had dried a little, handed it to the assassin.

The assassin's eyes widened in horror, how could it be so similar?

This man has seen the mastermind behind the scenes?

Seeing the assassin's expression like this, Rong Xia got the answer. He handed the drawing paper to Ban Hua: "Do you have any impression of this person?"

Ban Hua shook his head: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know each other. I'll give the drawing paper to the people in Dali Temple later, and let their painters copy a few copies. Don't worry about not being able to catch people."

Banhua didn't speak.

Rong Xia reached out and squeezed her wrist through the fabric, "Don't worry, let's find a solution together if there is anything wrong."

Banhua's eyelids trembled slightly, she looked up at Rong Xia, bit the corner of her lips after a while and said, "Thank you."

She looks like a child who has been robbed of all the candies, aggrieved and helpless, as if waiting for someone to come and hold her hand, and then say to her, don't be afraid, I have a lot of candies, no matter how much I eat, I won't be afraid. Can't finish it.

Reaching out and grabbing Rong Xia's sleeve, Ban Hua calmed down a little bit. She glanced at the messed-up room, and said to the guard behind her, "Go back and ask the store owner to calculate how much money was lost, and pay them double. "

"yes."

Du Jiu looked at the unknown assassin lying at his feet, and said in a low voice, "Princess, Uncle, Liu Qingfeng, the Young Minister of Dali Temple, please see me."

Seeing that there was no repulsion on Ban Hua's face, Rong Xia nodded, "Let him come up."

swish.

Banhua pulled out the sword from the scabbard, and swiped at the assassin who was still begging for mercy.

"Aw!" the assassin hugged his legs and wailed loudly, rolling on the ground, soon the ground was stained with bright red blood.

It turned out that Banhua actually broke a tendon in his hamstring.

Du Jiu's eyes lit up, and Princess Fule's saber technique seemed to have been practiced before.

"Remember to count the money for the floor when you go back," Banhua handed the knife to the guard, "Our family members never let innocent people suffer, but we will never spare anyone who has a grudge against us. "

"My lord." Seeing the man lying at the corner of the stairs, Yachai pulled out his saber and said to Liu Banshan, "Please be careful."

"It's okay, this person is already unconscious, let someone take him out." Liu Banshan glanced at the person lying on the ground, and went straight upstairs. Even if he heard someone screaming, he just stamped his feet, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

The Yacha who followed him admired him in his heart. As expected of the young minister of Dali Temple, he must have seen all kinds of miserable criminals and heard all kinds of wailing sounds. This little movement can't scare him.

A group of people went upstairs, and saw the man crying and rolling on the ground, and the messy house, and they were a little dazed. Was this all done by the guards of the Jingting mansion?

"I have met Princess Fule and Cheng Amber." Liu Banshan straightened his robes, walked up to Ban Hua and Rong Xia, and saluted them.

Ban Hua looked down at his feet, his feet were covered with blood, but he didn't move half a step, his face still had a respectful expression. She looked slightly relaxed, "Master Liu, you don't need to be too polite."

The guards of the Ban family told Liu Banshan what happened.

"These assassins..." Liu Banshan, who hadn't changed his expression all this time, finally had a crack on his face.

"I did it." Ban Hua said flatly, "These assassins resisted fiercely and tried to escape, and that's all I can do."

Liu Banshan looked at Rong Xia from the corner of his eye. Seeing that Rong Xia was sitting quietly beside Ban Hua, he bowed and said, "Thank you Princess for helping us catch the villain, otherwise this case would be difficult to investigate."

"If it was someone else, I would inevitably have to say a few more words, but since it is Master Liu, I will stop talking nonsense," Ban Hua handed the portrait to Liu Banshan, "I hope the people from Dali Temple can help me as soon as possible Get this guy."