Travel to the Water Margin

Chapter 162 Qingzhou
"Ah, the lady called me! Dog officer! Wait for me here! I'll find the lady, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Then Zhang Xiaoman quickly chased after him.

"Let's go." Lin Youde's face turned livid.

"My lord, where are you going?"

"Go to Qingzhou City and ask, where is the tiger in Qingzhou?"

It was late at night, and the people in Qingzhou had already fallen asleep.

Lin Youde and others passed by a muddy pipeline. The doors and windows of every house along the way were tightly closed. The clouds were dense and the pressure was low. The world seemed to be filled with a murderous aura that could freeze all life.

"Why is there a sudden curfew in Qingzhou?"

"Isn't it because of the Holy Maiden of the Kingdom of Jin?" Lin Youde was worried when he first knew that there were Jin soldiers entering the country.

It turned out that it was Wanyan Zonghong who led the golden soldiers to hunt down the 'lover', so Lin Youde turned a blind eye to this.

Thinking about it, they should have been seen when they were chasing and killing Murong Nanyang, so the officers and soldiers in Qingzhou City treated this with caution.

"My lord, we have checked, and Qingzhou City is just ahead." Old Wang turned back quickly and reported to him with his hands clasped.

Qin Ming was wearing military armor and sitting on a big tiger-skin chair in front of the city gate, facing the dead Qingzhou City with a cold face, feeling very confused.

Early in the morning, the county below reported that a group of golden soldiers were found running around in Qingzhou. At first, Qin Ming didn't believe it, but at noon, the capital of a county led someone to escort a single golden soldier.

He immediately took serious action. After reporting to the prefect, the entire Qingzhou Xiang army took action.

He has turned the open space in front of the city gate into a battlefield.

As long as Jin Bing dared to come, he swore that within half an hour, he would make Jin Bing roll with scalding blood.

Dozens of armored armor and Xiang army soldiers holding weapons stood behind him.

On another tiger-skin chair next to him, a young man with an arrogant face, wearing a sable worth a thousand gold, leaned lazily on the chair, hooked the handle of a flying knife with his little finger, and kept swinging it around. .

He is Murong Zheng, the son of the Qingzhou magistrate, and he is on duty. For him, it is very boring and boring.

A dog with its tail between its legs came out of the dog hole and sprinted past.

Murong Zheng looked at the dog, with a strange expression in his eyes, slowly stretched his left hand into the skirt of his clothes, and suddenly and quickly swung a throwing knife.

In a flash of the knife, the dog fell on the street, and the flying knife happened to pass through its throat.

Qin Ming cheered up, and blurted out praise: "Okay, Mr. Zhang is flying the knife very quickly."

Murong Zheng was obviously also very satisfied with his shot, and said proudly: "Since my father has ordered, no matter whether it is a human or a dog, anyone who comes here will kill him."

Qin Ming looked up and laughed loudly, and said: "There is a master like Mr. Murong here, not to mention that there is only one gold barracks with 300 people, even if there are ten, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Master Qin is absurd."

The flying knife hooked on his little finger suddenly stopped shaking, and Qin Ming's laughter also stopped suddenly.

In the tightly closed room, there was a sudden cry of a child, breaking the silence between heaven and earth.

As soon as the crying started, it stopped, since the child's mouth was obviously gagged by the adults.

On the other side of the city gate, a group of people came quickly.

There were only seven people in the group, each riding a tall horse, stepping on the official road, stomping loudly.

The people who came here were all thick-browed and big-eyed, with a strong figure, and one even wore a military armor, and there were two women, laughing while riding,
Seeing this person, Qin Ming's face tensed immediately, and even his pupils seemed to have shrunk.

Murong Zheng jumped out from behind and stood up in one step.

Hearing the rapid sound of saber strings, dozens of soldiers from the Xiang Army behind them had already drawn their bows, their knives were out of their sheaths, and were waiting in full force.

The murderous intent became stronger, and apart from the sound of footsteps rubbing against blades, there was no other sound in the world.

Seeing the group of people on the opposite side getting closer and closer, Murong Zheng's expression changed, and he put his left hand into his bosom, as if he was about to draw his sword again.

Qin Ming stopped him with winks, and said in a low voice: "These people seem a little weird, and they still have a bit of confidence. We might as well find out why they came here first."

Murong Zheng sneered and said, "They won't be weird after they become dead."

Although he said so in his mouth, after all, he still didn't make a move.

Qin Ming called again in a deep voice: "Old boy!"

A Xiang army behind him immediately responded: "Yes, my lord."

Qin Ming said: "Go and find out where they came from, and come back quickly if something goes wrong, and don't fight to the death."

There was light in the old boy's eyes, and he said, "Understood!"

Tong Yang was already eager to try, and at this moment he rushed out and said sharply: "Who is coming? Report your name quickly!"

Then there was a "choke", and the sword was out of its sheath.

Lin Youde waved his hand and everyone in the group stopped.

Lao Wang went out to communicate with the army, and finally the old boy was surprised,

He turned around and returned to the two of them, and whispered a few words in their ears, but Murong Zheng stood there without saying a word.

"The person who comes here is Lin Youde, the number one scholar and the fifth prince-in-law of the Jin Dynasty. Master Lin?" Qin Ming raised his hands and said loudly to the group of people.

Lin Youde stepped forward slowly, his bright eyes staring at Qin Ming, and suddenly asked: "What's your surname?"

"Next, Qin Ming."

Lin Youde laughed long and loudly, and said, "So you are Qin Ming."

Qin Ming asked in surprise, "Your Excellency knows me?"

Lin Youde stared at him and said: "I heard that Mr. Qin is here to prevent the Jin soldiers from entering the city?"

Qin Ming nodded slowly, without saying anything, because he had nothing to say at all.

Lin Youde said: "Understood, then can we enter the city?"

"Please! I'll do something for you tomorrow and do it for Master Lin!" Qin Ming waved his hand and the city gate slowly opened.

The night was deep, Lin Youde and his party finally settled in Qingzhou city.

There is a saying: even if luck comes, there is no stopping it. Huang Xin realized the truth of this sentence for the first time tonight.

When luck came, I won more than 50 taels of silver to commemorate the good harvest.

Huang Xin entered the tavern again

When he came out of the tavern, he was already [-] to [-]% drunk.

Patting his heavy pocket, Huang Xin coughed, straightened his waist, and slowly stepped into the gate of Fengqi Building.

When Turtle Gong saw Huang Xin, he quickly greeted him with a smile and said, "Master, you are here!"

Huang Xin said with a straight face: "Why, I can't come?"

Mr. Gui laughed and said, "What did you say, please don't invite me yet."

Huang Xin said: "Haha, the steps of Fengqi Tower are so high that you can't step in if you don't have money."

Mr. Gui could only laugh twice, and shouted loudly: "Master Huang is here, miss!"

Turtle Gong lifted the curtain and welcomed Huang Xin in.

As soon as he entered the room, Ying'er complained to him: "I promised to come at night, and I'm going to drive people crazy. Why did I come at this time?"

Huang Xin scratched his head and smiled, "I wanted to come earlier, but the golden soldiers were found in Qingzhou, so I came late."

As she spoke, she gently stuffed a heavy cloth bag into Ying'er's hand, and said softly, "Here! Here you are."

Yinger was overjoyed, and then asked in doubt: "What is this?"

Huang Xin patted his stomach and said, "Open it and you'll know."

Ying'er weighed it with her hand and said, "Silver?"

Huang Xin said proudly: "Yes, it's more than 50 taels."

(End of this chapter)