Chapter 279: Li Weiwei

At that time, a gorgeous carriage slowly descended from the gate, followed by dozens of hard-wearing men, all with a cold eyebrow and a long knife or sword.
Bai Hao saw Jin Xiaoan riding next to the car, and hurriedly jumped off the frame and ran to the front of the team.
"Who is blocking the road? It is still not allowed to open." A guard in front of the horse yelled at the white priest.
Bai Yanyang smiled and said: "This big brother, I am a friend of Meng Gongzi, I-"
The man with the tiger's back was interrupted by her, and coldly said: "With your wild donkey also with a friend who claims to be my son? I don't want to go." The man immediately pulled out the long whip at the waist and raised his hand. Pump the long whip to the day.
Bai Hao did not think of it, she said a word, this person does not ask to ask clearly, it is necessary to whip people.
She was trying to dodge, but saw a hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and firmly grasped the long whip that was drawn from her.
Hu Feng's cold eyes stared at the man who was on the horse. He held the hand with a long whip and pulled it hard. He actually gave the horse to the guard who was riding on the horse and let him fall like a dog in front of the white.
When the guards saw each other, they pulled out the sabre at the waist.
Jin Xiaoan, who was behind him, suddenly stopped and heard the movement of the knife. He rushed to the front to check.
Seeing more than a dozen of the guards from the Mengjia School in Kyoto, the knife was facing the unarmed Hu Feng and the white scorpion. He changed his face and shouted: "What are you doing? They are friends of the son."
A group of guards heard the words and quickly took the knife back, but the anger on the face was still not scattered.
They are the first-class guards of Mengfu, Kyoto. Although they are only a bodyguard, they are much more noble in the house than the average slaves. The Pingshou Gate is also awe-inspiring. It has always been in the city of Kyoto. It’s the ruined Qingyuan. The town did not put ordinary people in the eye. In front of this little girl and the tall young man, how do they look like ordinary farmers, and they also have friends with the son? Such people, even if they killed ten or eight in Kyoto, they would not break the law.
It is this kind of person who can let their heads eat such a big loss, how his anger can easily dissipate.
The man who fell on the ground climbed up and spit out the sand in his mouth. He stunned Hu Feng and turned his face toward Jin Xiao'an. "Golden guard, these two people really are friends of the son?"
Not waiting for Jin Xiaoan to answer, Meng Nan’s voice came from the rear of the carriage:
Why don’t you go? What happened?

Jin Xiaoan hurriedly turned the horse's head and ran to the rear of the carriage, saying something in the small window of the carriage.
Soon, Meng Nan’s figure appeared on the frame, and he saw two tall and short figures in front of the team. When he stood on the front, he smiled and jumped out of the frame and rushed to the front of the white. "How come you? Not saying that you are not coming to send me?"
Meng Nan’s rushing figure, the joy that could not be accumulated on the surface, the gentleness between the lines, is completely different from the sons the guards saw in the morning, just like—changing one person.
Hu Feng coldly said: "Meng Gongzi's big arranging, giving you a trip, you have to risk your life."
Meng Nan didn't know what he was saying. He thought of the sound of the knife that he had just heard in the carriage. He immediately frowned: "What happened?"
In this case, he naturally asked Li Weiwei, who was surrounded by sand.