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ho, ho

Zhou Pingchun's eyes were protruding, and he stared at Li Ang in disbelief. There was a muffled sound in his throat, and his fingers were full of blood foam.

He stood up from the ground in a panic, staggered back a few steps, and waved his scarlet palm aimlessly for help, but all the villagers backed away as if they were insulated from him.

poof.

Zhou Pingchun knelt down on the ground with a pale face. The silk clothes embroidered with money patterns were stained with blood and muddy water, and his stooped body looked so short.

well

Cheng Juxiu let out a long sigh, swung his sword, and the long sword at his waist jumped out of its sheath, turning into a blurry blue shadow whose trajectory could not be seen clearly, and flew lightly around Zhou Pingchun's neck.

sand--

Zhou Pingchun's head lifted up, flung it to the sky, and was split into two by the flying sword in mid-air,

Together with the headless body, they fell heavily into the mud.

Squire Zhou Pingchun, who killed others and bred monsters, he deserves to die! On May 20th in the third year of Zaiqian, he was executed in the east of Shatao Village, Weizhou City!

Cheng Juxiu's resolute voice echoed in the mountain depression shrouded in the rising sun.

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In the evening, a carriage marked with the Zhenfusi logo was driving on the streets of Weizhou City.

The laughter of children chasing and fighting, the hawking of roadside vendors, the conversation of customers bargaining, and the whistle of boatmen on the river, everything is as calm as yesterday.

Like nothing happened.

Squeak.

The carriage stopped slowly at the gate of the backyard of Baoantang,

Li Ang jumped out of the vehicle silently, without the nightmare bell in his hand, and without the leather armor on his body—these things have been handed over to Fusi of Weizhou Township and sealed up again.

Sunrise.

Cheng Juxiu got off the carriage, looked at the silent Li Ang with some concern, and sighed: Niu Wenshu and I have done the records for the Zhen Fusi for you.

In the past few days, just study at home and prepare for the school entrance exam.

Brother,

Li Ang raised his head, stared at the slowly fluttering emerald green willow branches, and said softly, I shouldn't have killed Zhou Pingchun.

The left and right are scumbags, if you kill them, you will kill them.

Cheng Juxiu also stared at the lush willows across the street, and said: Accomplices who assist Zhou Pingchun in harming others will also be sentenced according to their severity.

Exile, hanging, etc.

The ill-gotten gains obtained by Zhou Pingchun's family through harming others will be distributed to the villagers of Shatao Village, such as Gan Xiaoer, after counting.

If Gan Xiaoer doesn't want to live in Shatao Village anymore, he can live with Wang Liubao, or be adopted by the town support department.

In addition, I will report the matter of Princess Anle.

However, it is more difficult to do.

There is no evidence that Princess Anle and the Princess House knew about this matter.

I see.

Li Ang nodded, his voice was still faint, I just can't figure it out,

Why,

A nobleman's dog is more important than a commoner's life.

.

Cheng Juxiu stared at the willow branches fluttering in the wind and fell silent.

As the sun set, the last rays of the setting sun dyed the buildings in Weizhou City a magnificent blood red.

Sunrise.

Brother, I'm fine.

Li Ang shook his head, I'll go back first.

Well, take care of yourself.

Cheng Juxiu looked at Li Ang's leaving Xiao Suo's back, sighed lightly, and boarded the carriage again.

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rice wine?

It is too sweet.

wine?

It's too cloudy.

Mulled wine?

Adding osmanthus and a bunch of flowers, can it still be called wine?

This is the altar, Jiannan Shaochun.

Li Ang picked a wine jar from the shelf, patted the red paper on it, and moved it down to the courtyard.

In the courtyard of the Baoan Hall, Chai Cuiqiao, who saw that he was in a bad mood, had already moved a stool, put a few dishes on the stone table, and advised in a low voice: Master, drink less wine, too much will not last long. indivual.

I know, I know.

Li Ang sat impatiently on the stool, picked up the spoon, scooped out a spoonful of wine from the altar, poured it into a ceramic cup, and took a sip.

The strong wine entered the throat, and it was unsurprisingly choking and spicy.

Ahem!

Li Ang kept coughing, tears streaming down his face, and Chai Cuiqiao sat beside him distressedly, patting his back.

I want to be admitted to the entrance palace!

The wine glass was thrown heavily on the table, Li Ang's eyes were red, he looked at the moonless night sky, and shouted hoarsely.

Master, you will definitely pass the exam.

Not can, but must.

Li Ang said: I want people to have enough food, warm clothes, affordable medical care, and affordable education.

I want to make the world free from exorbitant taxes and corrupt officials.

I want to protect ordinary people who are willing to live a good life and punish those who seek profit by hurting and exploiting innocent people

I want people to live with dignity and live like human beings

Chai Cuiqiao listened carefully to Li Ang's ramblings, holding a palm-leaf fan, and fanned the mosquitoes that were flying towards the drunken boy.

I want every household to be able to burn coal, drink hot water, and eat meat.

I will eradicate disease, eradicate ignorance, eradicate ignorance.

Li Ang drank the wine mixed with water one after another, feeling the cool wind blowing through the courtyard, drunkenness came to his mind, and murmured indiscriminately.

Master, go back to your room, it's raining.

Well, let's go.