From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 190

The specific plan for the rectification of Shenjing needs to be gradually refined and implemented. This is a complicated project. To be honest, apart from Zhou Yuan, no one else has the ability to do it.

The rectification of the streets mainly lies in the construction of garbage dumps and public toilets. Public toilets are free, but if you are caught urinating and defecating anywhere, you will be fined. If you can't pay, you will have to clean up.

Zhou Yuan needs to design the detailed rules and steps and organize people to start implementing them.

He discussed with Boss Qiu and Boss Lu throughout the afternoon and slowly determined the starting point.

Zhou Yuan was busy until dark, and when he was about to go home, he saw Gao Biao.

"My lord! There is an emergency!"

Now he is under Wang Ang's command, responsible for conveying information from the Jinyiwei to Zhou Yuan.

"Cao Ye has been arrested, and the case is almost settled. The soldiers in the Fifth Army Camp can't sit still and hate you to the core."

Gao Biao said in a low voice: "Master Xiong asked me to report to you that you must do a good job of security in the near future and be on guard against assassins at any time. Those people are extremely cruel and have no scruples."

Zhou Yuan nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, there is no problem at home. Xiaoying and two maids are in charge, and I have someone to protect me secretly at any time."

Gao Biao said: "In this case, I am relieved."

Zhou Yuan smiled and said: "I have been working there recently. How is it going?"

Gao Biao also smiled and whispered: "Thanks to your cultivation, I have become a hundred households and gradually took over the jurisdiction of the territory and manpower. Before the New Year, I should be able to eat these things steadily."

"Master Guan Lu has consulted with me on how to establish a complete intelligence mechanism and the intelligence summary of both sides. I am working hard. "

Zhou Yuan patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Work hard. When you have a chance to show your power, ask me for funds at any time."

"Yes! Master!"

After Gao Biao left, Zhou Yuan packed up his things and got on the carriage.

It was dark and windy, and there was heavy rain today, which was pouring down, making people feel refreshed.

It hasn't rained in Shenjing for several months. This heavy rain is enough to nourish all things.

"Sir! Something's happening! Get off the carriage!"

The carriage suddenly stopped, Zhou Yuan staggered, and said anxiously: "What's going on!"

"There are assassins! More than ten!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver drew his knife and said sternly: "Who dares to get on!"

Zhou Yuan lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and saw a middle-aged flat-headed man with a burly figure, accompanied by more than a dozen masked men in black, rushing quickly from the front.

They were hidden in the heavy rain and were almost invisible, with only the knives in their hands emitting cold light.

"Protect the sir and retreat!"

Seven or eight good men rushed out from all around the street and protected Zhou Yuan. Zhang Fei looked indifferent and said coldly: "Sir, leave these to us, you go first."

Zhou Yuan looked a little solemn and nodded slowly.

The next moment, the flat-headed man took off the huge black sword on his back and shouted angrily: "You dog officer, you killed my benefactor, I want you to pay with your life!"

The guy stood up and jumped two or three feet high, and swept out with a sword. The terrifying internal force surged like a raging sea, and the heavy rain was evaporated in an instant.

The seven or eight guards in front were directly cut in half.

Zhou Yuan took a breath and glared: "Zhang Fei, tell me what level of master this is!"

Zhang Fei was in no mood to answer, and shouted directly: "Quick! Protect the adults! Go!"

He raised his knife and killed forward, and the two guards hurriedly grabbed Zhou Yuan and ran towards the dark alley next to him.

"Don't hold me! I'm not powerless!"

Zhou Yuan roared, broke free from the restraints of the two guards, and ran faster.

Are you kidding, a master of your mother's level, if you don't run, you're a fool.

Zhou Yuan was doubting his life. He thought that he had learned from Master Su Youzi for several months, and with his increasingly strong internal strength, he was considered a master, but he always encountered such a pervert.

Although the sword just now did not affect him, the opponent's momentum was so strong that it made his legs weak!

He rushed into the alley, but a dozen men in black rushed out of the alley, holding knives and killing them without saying a word.

"Master, retreat! We stop them!"

The two guards gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

They were masters sent by the Wusheng Sect. They were very skilled, but the more than ten people on the opposite side obviously had a tacit understanding. After being suppressed by them for a short time, they launched a counterattack.

The two guards fought desperately, but they had no advantage at all. Soon one of them was stabbed and died on the spot.

Damn! These bastards really don't care about their lives!

Zhou Yuan was unable to open his eyes due to the heavy rain. He had no way to escape, so he immediately drew the sword from his waist and prepared for battle.

"ThisThe southerner dares to hold a sword! You are a scholar, why are you pretending to be a bastard! "

A man in black rushed over and slashed Zhou Yuan's neck with a knife.

Zhou Yuan dodged sideways, but the sword had already been used, and a head was cut off directly.

More than a dozen men in black were stunned on the spot, and their eyes widened.

One of them couldn't help but roared: "Junior brother!"

The rain was too heavy, and Zhou Yuan squinted and sneered: "Scholar? Hey! Your grandfather is a dual practitioner of civil and military!"

He slashed forward with a sword, swept away the long sword of the nearest man in black, and then turned around and ran away.

Damn it, I dare not fight randomly, I really can't beat him.

Rushed out of the alley, but saw the dark street, Zhang Fei had fallen to the ground, spitting blood, and was almost unable to move.

Seeing Zhou Yuan being forced out by more than a dozen men in black, his eyes were bloodshot and he roared: "Sir! Sir! The rain is too heavy, we can't send out the signal! "

Zhou Yuan yelled: "Stop screaming, we have no choice but to fight them now!"

He suddenly looked at the flat-headed man holding the giant sword and shouted: "You bastard, how much money did they give you? I'll give you double!"

"Money? You dog officials only care about money!"

The flat-headed man said angrily: "Lord Cao has been very kind to me. I will chop off your head to avenge him."

He swung the giant sword and slashed it out suddenly.

The terrible sword light almost illuminated the night, and the heavy rain was directly swallowed by the air flow.

Zhou Yuan retreated again and again, but there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, a figure in armor came quickly and shouted: "My lord, I'm here to protect you! "

Fuck, Yu Feng, you came at the perfect time!

The next moment, the sword light slashed at Yu Feng's sword.

His sword broke on the spot, and his armor was shattered by the terrifying force. He flew backwards and fell to the ground, bleeding from his mouth.

"No! It's you! Cangzhou Iron Sword Wei Xiong!"

Yu Feng stood up with difficulty, covered in blood, and panted: "Sir, fight to the death, I can only hold Wei Xiong off for at most twenty breaths."

Zhou Yuan said: "Is he so fierce?"

Yu Feng smiled bitterly: "He is the master of the Northern School of Swordsmanship, and he was invincible ten years ago. ”

Why is such a big shot staring at a small official like me? Damn it.

Zhou Yuan cursed countless times tonight because he was in a mess.

He paid enough attention to security issues, but he couldn't take such a person into account. The master of the Northern School of Swordsmanship was invincible ten years ago. What kind of security is that!

Twenty breaths, thirty seconds at most, I'm going to kill my way out?

Are you kidding me!

But there is no choice!

"Kill!"

Zhou Yuan raised his sword and rushed towards the group of black-clothed men. At this moment, he was fighting for his life. The Pure Yang Wuji Gong was running at full speed. The sword in his hand was shaking and emitting golden light.

At this moment, no one knew what kind of spirit was possessed. Zhou Yuan was unstoppable, killing one by one, and he actually killed a bloody path.

He looked back at the seven or eight people lying on the ground, and couldn't help but said in horror: "I'm really awesome. "

But the next moment, his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

It was only then that he felt the severe pain. His waist, chest, arms, and thighs were all covered with wounds. He didn't know how many times he had been stabbed.

Ah, just now the adrenaline burst out and I couldn't feel the pain at all.

Now...

He looked forward and saw at least ten men in black holding knives and laughing coldly.

Behind him, Yu Feng had his right hand cut off by the Cangzhou Iron Sword and was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

"Kill him!"

Wei Xiong's voice was extremely cold.