Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 108 108: Meet the Enemy 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

  Going back to the room, I found traces of being turned over.

   Only one piece of waste paper for calligraphy is missing.

  Qi Shan didn't know what to think of, a disdainful and contemptuous sneer overflowed from the corner of his lips, and the cold light in his eyes showed a murderous intent.

   Blinking and returning to his expressionless face.

  Meow~~~

  The little vegetable merchant pawed at the hem of his clothes.

  As soon as he lowered his head, he bumped into those wet green eyes. The owner of these eyes is meowing softly, as if asking where Qishan has been all day. Qi Shan bent down to pick it up, smiled and touched Su Shang's little nose with the tip of his nose.

   "Su Shang, do you miss Dad?"

  The cat couldn't understand human words, so it just scratched his sleeve with its cat's claws.

  Qi Shan laughed dumbly: "OK, OK, you have a good nose, you can smell it wherever you hide. Eat, eat, don't disturb daddy for now, daddy will take you to live in the new house tomorrow."

   As he spoke, he took out the small dried fish that he bought at the market from his sleeve.

  Qi Shan first shoveled **** for Su Shang, and then packed his bags.

  Just as the luggage was packed, the sound of panicked footsteps came from outside the house, and the old woman said eagerly: "Mr. Qi, it's not good—"

   "What's wrong?"

  The old woman was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead.

   Pulling Qishan by the wrist to send him to the back door.

   "There is a partner outside the house, and I want to invite Mr. Wang by name."

  Qi Shan withdrew his hand, tried again and again when he failed once, but still failed, so he had to say: "Don't mess yourself up, old lady, relax. Tell the people outside the house, let me change my clothes."

  The old woman wanted to stomp her feet anxiously, but she also knew that the visitor was not friendly, and the back door was probably blocked by someone. I had no choice but to obey Qi Shan's instructions, and the person who came said it was okay: "Mr. Qi can come out as long as he wants."

  If you don't come out, don't blame them for being rude.

  The people he brought were all brave warriors, the lowest was a low-level public official, and the highest was a fifth-class doctor, a guest minister with a high salary from the county government. This private house has been surrounded by layers, and it is guaranteed that not even a mosquito can fly out, let alone a living person!

  After about a quarter of an hour, Qishan regained his familiar appearance, specially wearing a tea-and-white Confucian shirt, a jade crown on his head, and a dark blue Wenxin monogram on his waist. As soon as he appeared, dozens of breaths locked him, and the Su Shang in his arms let out a shrill cry.

  Feeling the uneasiness of the vegetarian merchant under the palm of his hand, Qi Shan put away his smile, his starry eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was cold: "Please calm down, everyone, don't scare my vegetarian merchant."

   "You are Qi Shan, Mr. Qi Yuanliang?"

   "Yes, which company are you from? How can someone not even send a greeting card? Is this the etiquette taught by your government?"

"The young one is the housekeeper of the county mansion. By the order of the master of the mansion, please come to the mansion to tell me." The man lowered his posture, but the domineering posture and the disdain between his eyebrows and eyes were obvious. That's not what it meant, "Please move, sir."

   Qishan sneered: "OK, please lead the way."

  The butler was astonished, as if he didn't expect Qishan to be so easy to talk to.

   Judging from the attitude of the county guard, the "prayer" he wants to invite should not be good. After serving the sheriff for so many years, I have never seen the sheriff so jealous of someone, wishing to stand up all the thorns all over his body.

   Not long after, the sedan chair stopped in front of the county mansion.

   Under the guidance of the maid, I walked through the Jiuqu Corridor and finally arrived at the destination of this trip. From a distance, the candles in the hall were brightly lit, and the melodious strings and bamboos floated into Qi Shan's ears in the wind, with a slight smile on his lips with a bit of sarcasm.

  The steward walked a few steps quickly, and first prayed for goodness and entered the hall to communicate.

  Sizhu stopped, singing and dancing exited.

  Qishan stepped into the main hall, bypassed the screen, and captured the expressions of everyone in the hall. The person sitting at the top is the sheriff of Sibao County, praying for the good of the old enemy. Six guest seats, five unfamiliar faces. Judging by their attire and age, most of the five people belonged to local aristocratic families in Xiaocheng, celebrities, and their only acquaintance was Zhai Le's cousin - Zhai Huan.

  The latter also looked at him in surprise.

  Qi Shan nodded slightly at him, as a greeting.

   Zhai Huan smiled back.

   "The grassroots pray for goodness, pray for Yuanliang, and see the county guard."

  Qishan turned his attention to the prefect of Sibao County who was on the main seat.

  There were small discussions in the hall.

  Everyone was puzzled, the honored guest who was solemnly invited by the county magistrate turned out to be a strange commoner scribe, who looked nothing special.

  The sheriff's eyes glanced at the Wenxin monogram on Qishan's waist, and the dark blue monogram stood out against the hem of the white tea dress. His eyes froze, and he turned to Qishan's face again. He couldn't see the slightest trace of familiarity. He hesitated: "Your name is Qishan, and the characters are good?"

  Pray for kindness and respectfully bow your head: "Exactly."

   "Could you come forward, sir?"

  Qi Shan stepped forward again, only a few steps away from the sheriff. He raised his head generously, and the vegetarian in his arms poked his head out curiously, looked at it and then retracted his head.

  The county guard shrank his pupils when he saw Su Shang.

   "Is this your raccoon slave?"

  Qi Shan smiled and said: "Exactly."

   Xu Shi heard the familiar pronunciation, Su Shang also meowed in response, and the banquet was quiet, as if the mute button had been pressed.

  They didn't expect that someone would bring the cat to the Sheriff's banquet.

  The county guard asked several questions one after another, such as where are the people, how old they are, and the population of the family. The others became more and more confused as they listened, and couldn't understand what the sheriff was playing, and couldn't help but slander—the cross-examination was so clear, the sheriff was going to protect the matchmaker for Qishan?

  At this time, a big orange cat jumped out of nowhere and moved around flexibly, and rushed straight to pray for good, which shocked everyone.

"This issue…"

   "Where did the cat come from?"

  The maid was also frightened and almost knocked over the fruit plate that was served.

   Praying for kindness: "Nothing, nothing."

  He took out two small dried fish from his sleeve.

   "Probably attracted by the smell of the grass people's sleeves."

The sheriff saw with his own eyes that Qishan's hand touched the big orange cat's fur, and Qishan didn't respond, so he calmed down, scolded the maid for not being good at taking care of the cat, frightened the guests, and ordered the big orange cat to be taken away. Invite prayers to sit down.

   "I don't know why the county guard invited the grassroots people over?"

   "I have admired Mr. Danqing for a long time."

   Qishan smiled meaningfully.

   "Caomin's painting?"

  He has sealed his pen for many years, and the latest painting is a secret play drawing for Mr. Shen Xiaolang. Do you admire such a painting?

   "I see it occasionally, and I love it very much. I heard that my husband passed through Xiaocheng, so I offended the door. I wanted to ask for calligraphy, but the people at the bottom would be wrong. Please forgive me if there is something inconsiderate."

  Qi Shan got up, looking flattered.

  The two exchanged polite greetings again.

   Hearing that Qishan said that he was going to leave Xiaocheng in two days, the county guard took advantage of the situation and made a request, hoping that Qishan could paint on the spot, which fulfilled his wish. If he is willing, he will offer a large amount of money, and pray for goodness at the beginning, until he sees a plate of gold ingots brought by the maid.

  His eyes lit up, and he changed his mind and agreed.

  Other guests curled their lips in disdain upon seeing this.

   Such people who see money with open eyes, no matter how good their painting skills are, they are full of secular copper stink, and it is hard to have aura. I really don't know what the county guard is drawing.

   What is the sheriff's picture?

  He didn't know what he was planning.

The man he knew had a surname of Qi, a first name of Shan, a character of Yuanliang, and a tea-white monogram with Wenxin. Money tramples his paintings.

the most important is-

  Naturally afraid of cats, rashes all over her body when approached by raccoon slaves.

   In severe cases, you may even go into shock and die.

   This is a disease brought out of the mother's womb, and there is no cure for it.

  (end of this chapter)