Chapter 696 The Green Clothes Yamen

Outside the door of the streets and alleys dark, only the moonlight slightly illuminated gray walls, yellow mud ground. These days there is no rain or snowfall, the streets and alleys are very dry, the night wind together, the mud and dust lightly raised, more apparent late at night silence.

Chu Zheng looked around.

In the houses of the left and right neighbors, there are dim yellow lamps lit from the windows, there is the unusual sound of tables and stools being knocked over, and then there are the woman's panicked cries, the man's anxious curses, the old man's low drink, and the baby's uneasy cries. ......

The voices of those who speak Han Chinese are deliberately lowered, filled with nervousness and wariness; the voices of those who speak Tufan are much higher pitched, and the actions are also to be dry and sharp, and as the door of the room is opened, the figure of a brawny and strong man quickly rushes out screwing on his sword.

They were either looking