Chapter 138 What kind of friends are these? Guo Baokun's pupils gradually dilated with the fear in his heart, and there was only one thought left in his mind: run!!! The curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly opened, and Guo Baokun jumped over the pole in a panic. He grabbed the hem of his clothes in a hurry and ran forward stumblingly. After running for dozens of steps in one breath, Guo Baokun finally remembered that his eight sedan bearers were still missing. Could it be that they were behind the sedan and he didn't see them? Thinking of this, Guo Baokun stopped walking, panting, and turned around to look. All I saw was a lonely sedan chair lying in the middle of the empty street, with no sign of any sedan bearer. Guo Baokun's pupils shrank, and he wanted to turn around and continue running, but as soon as he turned around, everything in front of him went dark, and Guo Baokun subconsciously let out a sound. He wanted to raise his hands to resist, but unfortunately he couldn't. He felt his upper body was restrained by something, and then he was kicked down by someone. He fell to the ground with a bang and grimaced in pain. "Ouch~ What, who is it?" Fan Xian kicked him again and waved towards the shadows on the side. A man quickly ran out from the shadows. It was Versace. Versace ran to Fan Xian with an excited look on his face, high-fived him, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Guo Baokun. After roughly judging the position of Guo Baokun's head through the sack, Versace punched him.
Guo Baokun screamed again. "Hey, you you know who I am?" Versace looked at Fan Xian happily, jumped twice excitedly, chuckled, then quickly covered his mouth and kicked him again. "Oh, I'm an official appointed by the court, a compiler in the palace. Oh, don't ask me until I finish. My father is the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty. Oh, please stop slapping me in the face." "Hey, you're brave! Do you dare to tell me your name?" "Hey, if you have the ability to hit someone, you have the ability to talk." "Hey, who are you and why are you hitting me?" "Hey, stop fighting, I'll just make it." When Fan Xian saw this, he quickly stretched out his hand to signal Versace to stop. Guo Baokun could not speak clearly and could not be slapped in the face again. Fan Xian pointed at Guo Baokun's head and waved his hand, then pointed at Guo Baokun's body. "Tui~hiss~Li Li Su is not worried about leisure?" Versace understood, subconsciously stopped, and looked at Fan Xian. Fan Xian glared. "Fuck! Don't stop at this point! Isn't this selling me out?" Quickly signal him to continue! Versace nodded with a heavy breath, rolled up his sleeves, and continued fighting. Guo Baokun was not a fool and he realized instantly that he was the one who was right. "Ah, my goodness, it turns out that Su Li is so complicated. Ah, how dare Su Li commit a crime in the street? Su Li has the guts to kill me! Su Li is dead for sure!" "Ah~" "Ah~" "Ah~ Stop, stop fighting, stop...ah..." Versace stopped panting because Guo Baokun under him was motionless. Fan Xian walked forward, squatted in front of Guo Baokun, and patted his face through the sack, but there was still no movement. It seemed that he had fainted. Then Fan Xian made a retreat gesture to Versace.
The two of them left quickly and walked away. Fan Xian asked Versace. "How's it going? Are you relieved? Is it good?" Versace waved his hand. "Tired! But it feels great!" "Ha ha ha ha." About an incense stick of time after the two men left, in a narrow alley on Niulan Street, a man dressed in servant's clothes slowly opened his eyes. …… When the first ray of morning light pierced through the mist, the Mei Mansion ushered in a warm morning, and everything in the courtyard was shrouded in the morning light. Mei Cheng'an was bathing in the morning light, practicing Tai Chi slowly. He followed the "Wild Horse Parting Mane" with the "Lan Que Wei" move, which then evolved into the "Ban Lan Chui" move. The moves were no longer restricted by steps and could be performed at will with endless variations. After performing two completely different sets of Tai Chi in succession, Mei Cheng'an slowly exhaled and ended the exercise. He took the towel handed to him by Hongshu, wiped his forehead and neck, and threw the towel back. "Master, the hot water is ready." Mei Cheng'an hummed, lay back with his eyes closed, took a breath of the cool air, and felt refreshed. He opened his eyes and looked at the indigo sky. The light was soft and there were no clouds in the sky. Mei Chengan curled the corners of his mouth. What a nice weather. Not knowing how serious the injury was for Mr. Guo, or whether the case would be brought to court, Mei Cheng'an thought about it and turned around to wash up. …… Guo Mansion. Guo Youzhi had a gloomy face, as he had been busy all night and looked tired. He glanced from afar at his son, who was wrapped in gauze with only his eyes, nose and mouth exposed. He was furious and turned to look at the eight sedan bearers who had been kneeling all night. "Eight of you, sixteen eyes, but no one saw who the perpetrator was?" The eight sedan bearers knelt on the ground, their bodies numb. Master, you have asked this for the fifteenth time... And they still say the same thing: they didn't see anything, they really didn't see anything. They fainted somehow and when they woke up they were lying in a narrow alley. There was only one sedan chair on the street and the young master who was knocked unconscious and wrapped in a sack. There was no other hair at all! Seeing that the eight people kept silent, Guo Youzhi sighed. Suddenly, he heard Guo Baokun humming. He turned around, looked back, and waved at the eight people. "Get out of here, everyone." The eight people didn't move. Guo Youzhi frowned. The eight people looked up at each other, and one of them spoke. "Master, I have been kneeling all night and my legs are numb..." "..."
Guo Youzhi shouted towards the door. "Someone, come, carry these eight pieces of trash away!" After saying this, Guo Youzhi stopped caring about what was going on here and walked towards his son. He walked to the couch and glanced at his son. "Kun'er, you're awake, how do you feel?" "Thun!" Guo Youzhi moved closer. "what?" "Thun!" Guo Youzhi thought for a moment. "It hurts, Kun'er, do you mean it hurts?" "Ah." Guo Youzhi's eyes were full of heartache. "The doctor has already examined you, applied medicine and bandaged it. It hurts... but there's nothing you can do. Kun'er, just bear with it for now. By the way, Kun'er, did you see who the perpetrator was?" Guo Baokun suddenly widened his eyes and became a little excited. "Suffer, suffer from leisure!" Guo Youzhi frowned and thought about it. "Surname Huan? Is there such a surname? Huan Xian, Huan Xian..." Guo Youzhi had a flash of inspiration. "Fan Xian?" Hurry up and get close to your son. "Is that Fan Xian, Kun'er?" "Su-ta!" Guo Youzhi stood up with a cold face. Kun'er had previously gone to trouble Fan Xian in the name of the prince and had a conflict with him. But he was suspected of taking revenge on Kun'er. It would be easy to deal with him if he knew the perpetrator. "Kun'er, you saw him with your own eyes, right?" Guo Baokun shook his head slightly. Guo Youzhi slapped his forehead and said, "He's wearing a sack, how can he see ghosts?" "Then Kun'er, did you hear his voice?" Guo Baokun shook his head again.
"Shh, it must be him!" Ah... this... Guo Youzhi was a little embarrassed. Firstly, he didn't see anyone, and secondly, he didn't hear any sound. This was not easy to deal with. "Sue him! Sue him!" Guo Youzhi nodded quickly and comforted his son. "Okay, okay, sue him!" After his son calmed down, Guo Youzhi stood up and called the housekeeper, ordering him to write a petition quickly. He Zongwei just happened to come back after changing his clothes. When Guo Youzhi saw him, he immediately said. "You're back just in time. Kun'er has woken up and said that the murderer was Fan Xian. You were involved in all the previous incidents. Hurry up and help the housekeeper draft a complaint and submit it to Kyoto Prefecture." He Zongwei bowed. "He obeys your command! May I ask, sir, did Master Guo say anything that could prove that the murderer was Fan Xian?" Guo Youzhi shook his head. "He was just guessing, but he was sure it must be Fan Xian." He Zongwei frowned for a moment, then quickly calmed down. "Don't worry, sir. Leave this matter to me!" …… Mei Mansion. The family is having breakfast quietly. A servant hurried in and bowed. "Master, the Xie team leader is here and said he has something urgent to report to you." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mei and Mei Yuxi all looked at Mei Zhili. Mei Cheng'an curled the corners of his mouth and continued eating calmly. Mei Zhili frowned when he heard this, glanced at his wife and daughter, and stood up. "You guys eat your food, I'll go take a look." After saying this, Mei Zhili left his seat and walked out of the dining hall. As soon as he reached the front hall, Team Leader Xie came over. "Sir, something is wrong!" Mei Zhili's heart skipped a beat and he said hurriedly. "What's going on? Explain clearly!" "Sir, last night, Fan Xian, son of Minister Fan of the Ministry of Revenue, beat Guo Baokun, son of Minister Guo of the Ministry of Rites. The Guo family sent someone to file a complaint early in the morning to sue Fan Xian. I saw that they were all children of high-ranking officials and the situation was urgent, so I hurried to find you, sir." Mei Zhili felt upset when he heard this. Such troubles involving children of high-ranking officials were the most difficult to deal with, and if not handled properly it would be easy to offend both sides. Moreover, the two parties in the conflict are these two people. They were involved in the Yishiju conflict, they were involved in the poetry meeting, and now they are fighting again. I have been listening to what goes on between them these two days.
Mei Zhili frowned and thought about it. "Where's the complaint? Bring it to me." Xie Bantou quickly handed over the complaint. Mei Zhili opened it, took a look, closed it, and gave instructions. "Since there is clear evidence here, let's follow the rules and bring the person back first." Xie Bantou was a little hesitant. "Sir, I heard that Fan family's Liu is not very reasonable. This trip..." Mei Zhili glared. "Just go if she tells you to go! Just follow the rules. Can she still kick you out?" Xie Bantou had a bitter face. I was nothing in their eyes. They might even beat me up. He took a deep breath and obeyed the order. Mei Zhili waited for the team leader to leave before opening the complaint and taking a look. He was puzzled. What kind of friends did his son make? This was… …… Fan Mansion. Team leader Xie, led by five runners, stood in the front hall of Fan's house, looking anxiously at Liu in front of them. She was sitting elegantly at the moment, holding a teacup in her hand, not even looking at them. Team leader Xie had just explained the situation. Liu's reaction was similar to the rumors he had heard. She didn't take them seriously at all. His ominous premonition became clearer and clearer. The officers behind him also looked around aimlessly, looking at each other, not knowing what was going on. …… (End of this chapter)