At the beginning, I angrily scolded the officials, I really want to die

The autumn wind is bleak, and the dead leaves are flying.

Da Zhao is now in late autumn, and the chill is in full swing.

Among the busy official roads, a group of chariots and horses flying the Xijin flag are particularly eye-catching.

The person who came to the front and drove his horse forward was a burly man.

At this time, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians around.

The big man slowly put down the whip in his hand, got off his horse and walked towards the carriage behind him.

The four sides of this carriage are wrapped in exquisite and extraordinary silk, and the windows inlaid with gold and treasures are covered by a curtain of crepe made of gold silk, which looks extravagant and extravagant!

The big man walked up to the carriage.

He didn't dare to reach out to pick up the crepe, so he could only respectfully clasped his fists outside and said.

"Lord Lu, it's Wangshu City that's convenient."

The big man's voice fell.

Soon.

A bag protruded from the carriage, and Yoyo lifted the crepe that covered it, revealing a wrinkled old man's face.

The old man was sleepy.

Apparently, they couldn't rest in peace amidst the exhaustion of the road.

So he responded with a slightly lazy voice.

"Well, just enter the city, no need to say much."

The old man said it.

After withdrawing the right hand that raised the crepe, he stopped talking.

The big man took the order to retreat.

Then he got on his horse and led a group of people behind him to walk slowly to the gate of the city.

When he saw that the big man was about to step into the city gate.

The city guards on the side raised their halberds one after another to block the way of the crowd.

Before the big man opened his mouth to ask.

One of the city guards, who was fat and had a wretched goatee, began to curse first.

"Get off me, Lao Tzu!"

"Can't you see what's written on this sign?"

While talking, the fat soldier raised the long knife in his hand and tapped the wooden sign hanging on the city wall.

The big man looked in the direction of his finger.

Only then did I find that the wooden sign read: Cycling is strictly prohibited in Wangshu City.

Even though it was clearly prohibited, the big man seemed to ignore it and still rode into the city.

The fat soldier's name is Wang Yichuan.

Because of the three-way family, the people in Wangshu City are mostly called Wang Sanye.

Relying on the relationship that the city owner is his own uncle, Wang San got the lucrative and most leisurely job.

On weekdays, he bullies men and women in Wangshu City, commits all kinds of crimes, and almost no one dares to trouble him.

Now, seeing the big man in front of him insisting on rushing in, Wang San, who is used to being domineering in Wangshu City, how can he give way?

At that moment, his complexion darkened, and he made a big move towards the dozens of defenders around him.

"Dare to barge into my Wangshu city? I think you're tired of living, kid!"

"Come on, let me take it for the third master!"

Wang San finished speaking.

The surrounding city guards and soldiers waved their weapons one after another at this moment, approaching the big man on horseback.

Seeing this scene.

The people who were attracted by the noise hurriedly backed away.

Just when everyone was about to make a move.

The burly man raised the whip in his hand, pointed at the carriage behind him and said leisurely.

"Dare to touch the guy? Do you know who is sitting in the car?"

The big man's voice fell.

Everyone looked up.

Although he saw a rather luxurious carriage in the distance, he never caught a glimpse of the Xijin flag planted behind the carriage.

The moment Wang San's gaze fell on the carriage.

A little regret appeared in my heart, but it quickly disappeared.

He just thought that the big man in front of him was a bodyguard hired by those wealthy businessmen, so he didn't take it to heart.

After all, this place is Wangshu City.

His uncle, Wang Yichuan, was the city lord handpicked by Prime Minister Zhou Guanchao.

He was just a wealthy businessman, so he naturally looked down on him.

Again.

The big man in front of him insisted on riding into the city, obviously because he didn't want to give him Wang San face!

Right now, the people inside and outside the city gate are watching, so naturally he can't just let him go so easily!

Think here.

Wang San inexplicably became full of confidence, and sarcastically said to the big man who knew him in front of him.

"I don't care who is in your carriage!"

"I'm still putting my words here today!"

"Even if the emperor is sitting in that carriage, if you want to enter the city today, you must honestly call me Third Master!"

Wang San finished speaking.

The guards who were holding halberds burst into laughter all around.

There are even some bold people who are close to Wang San on weekdays.

At this time, they did not forget to boo, and shouted to the carriage in the distance.

"It's in the carriage! Hurry up and get out and meet the third master!"

"The one in the carriage, why didn't you hear your reply to our third master?"

"Hahahaha, I'm so shy, I'm afraid she's not a young lady who has never been married?"

"Little lady! Come down quickly and let our third master have a look!"

"If you are beautiful, the third master might accept you as the seventh concubine! Hahahaha!"

These city guards were not originally from the army, but a group of friends that Wang San had played with since he was a child.

Such people get together.

It's not surprising how foul language can be uttered.

Seeing this group of people talking more and more vigorously.

The big man's face gradually became gloomy.

Clenched fists creaked, and his momentum gradually increased, and he was about to violently kill people.

At this critical moment.

Suddenly there was a hoarse sound from the vicissitudes of life in the carriage.

"Who is making noise here?"

Hear this.

The big man who was still looking angry just now restrained his momentum in an instant.

After sharply scratching Wang San and the others in front of him, he walked towards the carriage.

The big man also didn't dare to provoke the crepe, so he had to respectfully cup his fists outside and said.

"Back to Master Lu, it's the group of soldiers guarding the city of Wangshu."

"Not only do we want to prevent us from entering the city, but we also want you to get out of the car and respect the leader of the car."

The old man in the carriage heard this.

Reaching out to open the crepe by the window, she said with a playful expression.

"Oh?"

"Do you want the old man to respect him as the third master?"

"Shi Pingshan! Did you really hear clearly?"

Seeing the old man ask a question.

Shi Pingshan hurriedly cupped his fists and said.

"This subordinate really heard clearly!"

Shi Pingshan finished speaking.

The old man smiled leisurely.

"Interesting, really interesting."

While talking, the old man chuckled and put down the crepe that he had just picked up.

Soon.

I saw a white-haired old man in Xijin court clothes, slowly opened the curtain of the car, got out of the carriage with a playful smile on his face, and asked loudly to the people in the distance.

"May I ask you all, who is the Third Lord?"

It was almost when the old man had just stepped off the carriage.

Wang San then fixed his eyes on the Western Jin court clothes.

I always feel that this outfit is very familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it before.

Just when Wang San fell into deep thought.

Those cronies who were joking aside just now, now Qiqi joked to the old man.

"You old bastard is really old and dim-sighted. You can't recognize Wang Shucheng's third master. You really deserve to die!"

As everyone said, they all pointed to the thoughtful Wang San among them.

Then he continued to mock the old man.

"Old guy! Why don't you come to see Mr. Wang soon?"

Hearing the laughter of the crowd.

The old man didn't get angry, but stepped forward very obediently.

Until the old man approached.

Only then did Wang San finally recall where the long robe in front of him came from, and for a moment he felt trembling and cold as a cicada.

But Wang San, who was not trembling yet, opened his mouth.

The smiling old man finally came to Wang San.

Then, in front of a crowd of common people gathered inside and outside the city gate.

Respectfully, he bowed to the dumbfounded Wang San in front of him.

"Old man Lu Yannian, the envoy of Xijin, has met the third prince of Wangshu City!"