Royal Gold Magistrate

Emperor Jing and his group changed into casual clothes before leaving the palace.

Needless to say, the clothes were elegant and luxurious, but obviously the guards regarded Emperor Jing as a wealthy businessman and local tyrant.

Is a mere businessman worthy to sit in the same booth with his young master?

Emperor Jing stood in the rain, silent.

The few people behind were stunned.

Good guy, His Majesty was scolded, and said that His Majesty is old, and he has gained knowledge after living at this age.

The faces of the guards who came with them had already darkened, and they quietly put their hands on their waists, waiting for Emperor Jing's order to make the heads of the few people in the pavilion fall to the ground!

Guo Tianyang was even more furious. He rushed forward screaming and shouting, "You bastard! Why are you talking to my master..."

Halfway through the rush, the guard raised his hand and slapped Guo Tianyang and knocked him over.

The whole person fell directly into the water, Gulu Gulu took a few bubbles, and then was pulled up again.

But he choked a lot of dirty water in his mouth, and he couldn't speak for a while, just coughing on the spot.

Seeing this, Li Yansong quickly patted him on the back.

Emperor Jing looked cold at the moment: "What if I have to go in?"

The corner of the guard's mouth twitched, and he smiled: "Old man, you are quite courageous. This is my young master, the well-known Su Rongxuan and Su Juren in the workshop, and the guest of Mr. Yan. You are worthy of being with my young master." Is it in a booth?"

"You still want to come up, why don't you come up and try? I'll cut your brains and fart!"

Emperor Jing trembled with anger.

It was the first time someone scolded me like this at this age, a mere house slave could be so rampant!

The knives in the hands of several guards were already clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of their hands were exposed... They were expecting Emperor Jing's order in their hearts.

There was a loud thunderstorm in the sky, and Emperor Jing couldn't help feeling a little sad standing in the rain.

It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "A mere Juren, unexpectedly..."

"Presumptuous! My young master has fame and fame. Whoever you come and go with is not a high-ranking official or a scholar. You are very proud. It is a great blessing for you to meet my young master today."

"You still dare to talk nonsense here? Hurry up, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Just as Emperor Jing was about to speak, there was a sudden exclamation from beside him.

"Help! Someone has fainted!"

Everyone looked sideways and saw that it was the old man who was holding the umbrella for the woman and child just now. The woman had already fallen over while holding the child.

Fortunately, the old man still tried his best to support her, but he seemed a little at a loss and his face was full of bewilderment.

Seeing this, the people on the side hurried up to help, and some wanted to take the child out of the woman's arms.

Who would have thought that the woman's hand was tightly hugging the child in her arms, even if she had fainted, no one would be able to break it apart.

Emperor Jing immediately shouted angrily: "Don't let people in?!"

Who knew that the guard smiled disdainfully: "Interesting, I have seen a lot of mud-legged people like this. They just want to pretend to be sick and run to the pavilion to hide from the rain."

"If everyone pretends to be unconscious and sick, can the gentlemen in this pavilion sit down safely?"

"They are all Wenqu stars descending from the sky, and these mud legs are all tacky... If you want to go in, there is no way!"

"I don't want to say good things a second time, get out!"

Li Yansong and others stared blankly at the sad scene in front of them.

Let the rain slap on the face, the drenched clothes flutter up and down in the wind, and there is only a long sigh in my heart...

Seeing the situation in front of him, Li Yansong already knew it in his mind.

When Yan Guoan went to Dengjinfang to manage it, he must first contact the local scholars and gentry.

These people usually have a gentle and elegant appearance, but none of them are local tyrants, even the house slave guards are superior.

After all, poor people can rarely afford to read books.

These people need status, status, and money. Yan Guoan cannot manage the city without these people. Let alone Yan Guoan, even if it is a government, if you want to govern a place, you must contact the local scholars .

After all, they are masters and have resources in their hands.And what do the common people count?To put it cruelly, for many officials, the people are just numbers on paper.

But there is no way to get rid of these people, and the strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake. These people have great energy in their own territory, and if they go against them, it will be twice the result with half the effort.

Do you look down on local gentry and scholars?Well, they will directly encourage the crowd to pour dirty water on you, and you don't have to be an official after the official voice stinks.

Do you want someone to execute the decree when it is communicated to the people?Okay, just fooling around with you.

Li Yansong thought about it for a while, and he could understand a little.

But the current performance is completely different from the news that spread to the court?

Is this the manifestation of your stern love for the people like your son, and your contribution to enlightenment?

These so-called over-educated scholars are clearly abusing and harming the people, without a trace of benevolence, it is chilling!

Emperor Jing's face was already covered with frost, and his heart was as cold as a piece of ice.

Then the image of Li Yuanzhao suddenly appeared in his mind inexplicably.

I don't know if Yuanzhao's side is as bad as this place....

Zhang Dongxiang's violent temper has long been unbearable, and he rolled up his sleeves and went to fight.

Guo Tianyang grabbed him desperately, and now he is going up to beat him, that dog is very strong, I am afraid that you, a dry old man, will be blown away directly.

It won't be long before His Majesty should order, and then no one inside will be able to leave!

During the confrontation, the faint sounds of scholars talking and laughing came from the pavilion.

"Brother Chen, this poem of yours has neat antithesis and beautiful artistic conception. It can be seen that you have made a lot of progress recently. Hey, who wrote the following obscenity?"

"Who else can there be, brother Wang Zai...haha, you can see that he wrote this word, it can be seen that he was trained in a brothel."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the writing is really good, but what does the row below... mean?"

"Well, brother Wang said that adding some dots at the end will make people feel unfinished!"

"I see!"

The sound of wind, rain and thunder muffled the voices in the pavilion, but some teasing voices finally reached Emperor Jing's ears.

Emperor Jing felt a little dizzy.

When he calmed down, he turned around and left the pavilion, the guards beside him and the three elders looked at each other in blank dismay.

According to His Majesty's previous temper, these people may have already lost their heads, but now they turned around and left?

"Take that woman and the child to the car... get in the car!"

Not daring to disobey the emperor's order, everyone silently got back into the carriage.

In the carriage, Emperor Jing bowed his head in silence for a while, touched the rain on his face, and his expression returned to normal again: "Guo Ban will accompany you and go back to the palace, and let the factory guards dispatch all the guards."

"Secretly seal this workshop, and no one can leave. If there are any omissions, you are the only one to ask!"

Guo Tianyang couldn't help but tense in his heart.

Your Majesty is about to start a killing spree!Yan Guoan is over...

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