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  Zhen Ming narrowly escaped falling off the car, and Zhang Shi in the carriage also let out a cry of surprise.

  He looked up and saw a team of iron-clad cavalry blocking the way of the horse-drawn carriage at the intersection ahead.

  In front of the Iron Cavalry, there was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a golden armor that shone brightly. Compared to the copper armor worn by other Iron Cavalry guards, his armor was obviously several levels higher.

  On both sides of the iron cavalry guards, each holding a red embroidered dragon flag, with "Left" written on the left and "Wu" written on the right.

  That young Iron Cavalry Guard saw Zhen's miserable carriage almost collided with his guard, and he was furious, shouting: "Which blind dog thing! How to drive a car! Didn't you see the general on patrol?"

  It was a bitter fate to see this person, feeling somewhat familiar, and suddenly remembering someone.

  At this time, Zhang in the carriage hastily reminded him in a low voice: "Zhen Gongzi, they are the iron cavalry of the Left Wuwei, hurry up and don't block them."

  Zhen Ming was about to follow her words and pull the carriage over to let these people pass, but the young captain of the guard suddenly rode up to the carriage as if he had discovered something, and loudly asked inside: "Is it Miss Changsun from Changsun Clothing Store?"

  Zhen Ming was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and glanced at the sign of a shop on the carriage, it seemed that the other party recognized Chang Sun Bei Er, mistaking the person in the carriage for Chang Sun Bei Er.

  He thought this sign would help him avoid inspection, but instead it brought unnecessary trouble.

  "What's wrong?" came Zhang's slightly impatient but melodious voice from inside the compartment.

  Upon hearing this voice, the young man's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he said: "I am Wang Xuanying; may Miss Changsun come out and meet with me?"

  Zhen Ming's bitter fate was confirmed as soon as he heard the name, this person turned out to be Yang Zuo's arch-nemesis Wang Xuanhe's older brother. Looking at his arrogant appearance, his official position was not low. Upon hearing his words, he secretly thought it was ominous.

  Zhang didn't panic, coughed twice: "It's Wang Gongzi, I'm not feeling well and it's inconvenient to meet, if you have something to discuss, can we talk another day at the Gao residence?"

  Miss Zhang's voice was gentle with a hint of reserve, although she refused the other party without losing her courtesy, anyone would not suspect that in the car was a well-educated rich young lady.

  However, Wang Xuan Ying burst out laughing and waved his hand to the Iron Cavalry beside him: "Come on, surround them! Ben Can Jun wants to see who has the guts to impersonate Miss Long Sun!"

  A team of Iron Guards quickly surrounded the carriage.

  Wang Xuan rose from his horse, the heavy silver armor on his body clanking loudly in the sunlight, radiating an extraordinary aura of power and majesty. He walked to Zhen Mingshu's side, pointing at him and shouting: "You dog slave, still not getting down for General Ben?"

  Zhen Ming's face was pale with fear, he threw away the whip, got off the carriage and stood silently behind Wang Xuanhe, his hand secretly touching the dagger at his waist.

  Wang Xuan would not have put such a small servant in his eyes, and with one move, he lifted the curtain of the carriage door to reveal Zhang Shi inside, who was also wondering where she had revealed her flaws and been seen through by the other party.

  Wang Xuan suddenly saw Zhang's family in front of him, and he was stunned as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at her.

  His expression turned somewhat strange, trying to put on a dignified look, yet afraid of scaring the person in front of him. The words that came out were incoherent: "Whose beautiful daughter are you? How dare you impersonate Miss Changsun!... Have you been promised to someone else?"

  At this time, someone in the cavalry on the side suddenly recognized Zhang and reminded him: "General Wang, be careful! She is Doufu Xishi Zhangshi who is wanted by the Salt Society!"

  "Tofu western? Then he is not... " Just as Wang Xuanhe turned his head back to look at Zhen Mingshu in surprise, Zhen Mingshu had already appeared behind him at some unknown time and pressed a dagger against his waist.

  His face was radiant with a bright smile: "General Wang, is it? Nice to meet you! Since you're so eager to get on my car, would you mind showing me the way? Please!"

  He said, suddenly swinging his knife towards the carriage and stabbing it in, the dagger was like cutting tofu, entering with a sound, its sharpness was obvious even to an idiot.

  "Get your men to follow behind!" His face sank, and he lightly sent his dagger towards the man's waist.

  Perhaps feeling the dagger's sharp point at his waist, Wang Xuanye's whole body shuddered, and he turned his head to shout at the cavalry surrounding them tightly: "Don't come any closer, follow behind!"

  A dozen cavalrymen retreated behind the horse-drawn carriages.

  Zhen Ming forced Wang Xuanhe onto the carriage, made him take off his golden armor and put it on herself.

  Then he was made to take off his outer garments, tear them into strips, and bind him up tightly. Then, with one kick, he was sent tumbling into the carriage.

  Mrs. Zhang leaned against the soft cushion in the carriage, because of her injured leg, she couldn't move much, seeing Wang Xuan-yang tied up like a rice dumpling at her feet, she became somewhat flustered.

  "Take it, if he dares to make a move later, you stab him in the thigh, but pay attention to the angle and make sure your cut is accurate, don't lean towards yourself or you'll sever a major artery and blood will splatter on yourself. If he dares to flirt with you, touch your feet, or sneak glances at you, just slash his crotch like this and he'll be sent to work in the palace..."

  He made a slashing gesture with his hand, and Zhang was so embarrassed by his coarse language and behavior that she turned bright red in the face, hanging her head and refusing to take the dagger from him.

  Wang Xuan had never suffered such humiliation before, and it was in front of such a beauty. His eyes flashed with resentment, but he really didn't dare to look at Zhang Shi again.

  On the wanted list of Yanbang, Zhen Ming was described as a lone man who single-handedly took down the Luo River branch, slaughtering dozens of Yanbang disciples. He was a ruthless and cruel villain. Although he held the position of Left Guard General, he rarely encountered fugitives in his daily life. Now, bound like a rice dumpling, unable to move even a finger, this scoundrel still lectured his woman on how to castrate men with ease, as if it were a trivial matter, and how not to make him tremble with fear.

  Zhen Ming sighed at Zhang's uncooperative attitude, and took off one of the hidden weapons from his arm. This was an ancient design for a Pear Blossom Needle that he had found in a mechanical design database on his phone some time ago. He had asked craftsmen to make the parts separately and then assembled them himself when he got home. There were only two such pieces in the world, and they were convenient to carry, could be fired continuously, and were simple to use - just lightly press the trigger.

  The range is a bit short, the power is limited, and the aiming accuracy is not very good. However, for close-range harassment of the opponent's horses, launching a surprise attack on the opponent, and causing chaos, it has an astonishing effect.