Chapter 88: It's Just Near Dusk

At this time, the Qinhuai River was not as prosperous as it was in the later period, at least when the capital was not moved to Beijing, it was still affected by the night ban.

However, there are policies above and countermeasures below. Ever since, some people will stay here overnight, even if they want to go home, it is easy, just find a boat.

Thin mist began to cover the Qinhuai River, and the sound of a few zither flutes pierced through, and people on both sides of the river immediately opened their windows.

"Hmm! What's the smell?"

In front of this alley is a row of houses. After all the windows were opened, an inexplicable smell mixed with aroma was swept over by the mist.

Xin Lao Qi said with some embarrassment: "Young master, these are families with daughters. When they hear those women playing music, they all want to learn."

Nima! Is a girl's boudoir smell so weird?

Fang Xing rolled his eyes, pulled off his hood, and aimed his gun at the right.

When Xin Laoqi saw it, he immediately pulled out a string of firecrackers, and the match was lit and ready. Then he asked a little unwillingly: "Master, do you really need me to take action?"

Fang Xing said without looking back, "The distance from here to the river is a hundred paces. Once your musket fires, the bullets won't know where to go."

Xin Laoqi muttered: "But this is also a gun, right? Could it be possible to shoot there?"

Fang Xing smiled, then tightened his face, and said in a low voice, "Shut up, they're already here."

The sound of horseshoes shattering attracted women on ships of all sizes to wave their handkerchiefs.

"Master, come to us."

"Master, Little Xiangnu has no guests tonight!"

"..."

The mist gradually spread, reminding Fang Xing of a poem.

——Smoky cage, cold water, moon cage and sand.

In the scope, the three men are waving and teasing at the woman on the boat in the river.

"...At night, the Qinhuai River is near the restaurant, the merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, and she still sings the backyard flowers across the river..."

After Fang Xing finished reading the poem, he slowly put the man in the middle in the crosshairs.

"I just want to live this life in peace, you shouldn't mess with me..."

Yuan Jiang looked left and right with his chest raised and belly protruding, and for a moment he felt that he had lived up to this point in his life.

"Master Yuan, look, is that Miss Mei Xiang?"

A word from the entourage cheered up Yuan Jiang, he put his hands between his brows and looked over.

Mei Xiang was leaning against the railing of the painting boat, and when she saw Yuan Jiang and the three of them, she turned around pretending to be shy.

The women in the entertainment venue all have their own ways to win over benefactors, and Mei Xiang's shyness is what fascinates Yuan Jiang the most.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing that Mei Xiang was shy, Yuan Jiang laughed out loud, then pointed at the painting boat with a horsewhip and said, "You guys go first, I will allow you to spend the night at the painting boat tonight."

In the past, when Yuan Jiang spent the night here, the two attendants had to keep watch. Having benefited today, these two people were instantly excited, and immediately grabbed a few positions.

The woman is shy, but the benefactor is forthright, this picture catches the eyes of the people around for a while.

"You shouldn't have messed with me..."

Fang Xing muttered, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Boom!"

As soon as the gunshot rang, Xin Laoqi lit the firecrackers in his hand.

"Crackling..."

As soon as the firecrackers sounded, the two attendants turned their heads.

As soon as the firecrackers sounded, Mei Xiang cursed secretly in her heart, and then turned around.

It's just that at this glance, the Qinhuai River seems to be dimmed, and the sight is almost red and white...

"ah……"

Mei Xiang's eyesight is good, but at this moment she has never hated her eyes so much.

"Master Yuan? Master Yuan..."

"Master Yuan, where is your head?"

"There is a ghost!"

"Yilulu..."

Mei Xiang is farther away,

I just saw a headless Yuan Jiang sitting on horseback.

But the two followers saw a strange and frightening picture at close range:

Yuan Jiang, who was still laughing just now, from his chin up a little, his whole head disappeared.

Blood and white brain juice splashed out, and a stream of red sprayed up from the neck cavity. Under the illumination of various lanterns, it showed a different kind of beauty...

"Master Yuan!"

With the howling of the two attendants, the people around ran around, even Mei Xiang stumbled into the boudoir, knelt on the edge of the toilet and vomited wildly.

"Ah! There is a ghost!"

"Run! Run!"

"..."

Just now, on the banks of the red and green Qinhuai River, all of a sudden, Yuan Jiang's horse suddenly stood upright and neighed, throwing the headless corpse off.

Fang Xing and Xin Laoqi had already cleared the traces, and the carriage was driving towards the depths of the alley calmly.

Amidst the sound of closing doors and windows, Fang Xing looked behind him with a binoculars.

A horse was running wildly around, and two men knelt on the ground, howling like mourners.

The night gradually enveloped the Qinhuai River and the entire Jinling City.

After the carriage calmly left the city, the night ban began...

Ji Gang hadn't left yet, he was sitting in the lobby of Jinyiwei, flipping through the latest house raids.

After taking a rough look, Ji Gang slowly raised his head, and squinted at Zhuang Jing in the hall.

"It's 10% less, do you have any objections?"

"Plop!"

Zhuang Jing was trembling from this look, he knelt on the ground, cold sweat dripped down his back for free, and soon wet his lower back.

"My lord, I'm damned! I..."

"Crack! Crack! Crack..."

Under Ji Gang's gaze, Zhuang Jing slapped himself slapping himself not daring to spare.

Soon, Zhuang Jing's cheeks were swollen, but Ji Gang didn't stop, he didn't dare to relax at all.

"My lord! My lord! It's not good!"

Zhuang Jing was overjoyed, and when Ji Gang stood up, he also stopped.

Ji Gang was about to tell Zhuang Jing to continue fanning, but when he saw the pale face of Xiao Qi who came in, his heart skipped a beat.

"My lord, Master Yuan is dead!"

Ji Gang's pupils shrank, his fists clenched, and he immediately asked, "What's going on? Tell me in detail!"

Xiao Qi knelt on the ground and said with a mournful face, "Brothers just heard the news that Mr. Yuan lost his head inexplicably by the Qinhuai River."

Zhuang Jing was dumbfounded, he forgot the burning pain on his face, got up and said anxiously: "How is it possible! This Jinling City is our world, who is so bold?"

Ji Gang was silent, but his brain was running fast, and he thought of many possibilities in an instant.

Who is the one?

"let's go!"

The setting sun in the sky was only a smear of blood red, and dozens of horses rushed out of the Jinyiwei Yamen, and the horseshoes knocked on the stone road, making a crisp sound.

When the people from Wucheng Bingma Division saw this group of people, they all shrunk their heads and hid beside them, let alone saying that they were not allowed to move after the night ban.

After the pedestrians left, a team leader spit on the ground and cursed: "Made! I don't know which one is going to be unlucky!"

"That's Ji Gang!"

A sharp-eyed sergeant recognized Ji Gang, and he secretly glanced at his chief, wondering if he could use what he just said to seek refuge?