After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

The backyard of the county government office.

Dong Beicheng looked at County Magistrate Dong, who was wearing a bathrobe and lying on the couch, sipping tea leisurely.

He said angrily: "Brother, did you listen to me?"

County Magistrate Dong gently placed the teacup on the small table and frowned slightly: "Alright, alright, stop shouting. You came to see me so late just for such a small matter?"

Dong Beicheng opened his eyes, revealing more white, and shouted in disbelief: "Brother! You are not angry about this, are you a jerk?"

County Magistrate Dong pointed at the small table with his fingertips and spoke faster: "The patrol camp was proposed by Li Yanqi, and I agreed to it. It is a good thing to settle refugees and benefit the people of Yunlong. What's wrong with this?"

Dong Beicheng: "Then did you know that the gentry and wealthy merchants of Yunlong County hosted a banquet for Li Yanqi at Yingkeju yesterday?"

He observed Magistrate Dong's expression, pulled a small stool over and sat opposite him, shook his head, and said sarcastically, "Then you probably don't know that they took all of Chunfeng Garden's Little Fengxian and Little Fengyun to let Li Yanqi enjoy them, right?"

Magistrate Dong's expression trembled and his sparse beard trembled a few times. He seemed to be about to get angry, but somehow he held it back. He reached out to take the tea bowl, pursed his lips to blow away the tea leaves on the light brown tea, and took a sip slowly.

Dong Beicheng was so angry at his attitude.

"Brother! You are not angry at all. They didn't even invite you to the banquet! They also gave Li Yanqi two of the best prostitutes in Chunfeng Garden. If this continues, the entire Yunlong County will no longer take you seriously. Li Yanqi is just a dog under your command! Why?"

Magistrate Dong lowered his head to look at the steaming tea in the cup, sighed, and said, "Beicheng, just tell me this, don't spread it around outside."

He put the tea bowl down again and stood up, looking down at his brother.

"Although Li Yanqi has been living in the streets since he was a child, it's not that I, your brother, am praising him. It's that I really need him to do my job. I've only been working here for a year. This kid is highly skilled in martial arts, well-informed, and has extensive connections..."

He asked Dong Beicheng: "Let me ask you, do you know the name of the beggar leader in Yunlong County?"

Dong Beicheng looked at County Magistrate Dong in surprise: "Why should I know the name of the beggar leader?"

County Magistrate Dong laughed, shook his head and turned to leave: "You are the only one who looks down on Li Yanqi. Okay, I get it. Go back. I need to rest."

Dong Beicheng stepped forward and grabbed Magistrate Dong’s sleeve, not letting him go: “Ah, no, I came to talk to you about Li Yanqi’s patrol camp, why are you talking to me about the beggar leader?”

After all, he was his beloved brother, so County Magistrate Dong was more patient and said, "The beggar leader is called Lai San, and he is a subordinate of Li Yanqi. Beggars of all sizes are scattered all over the streets and alleys of Yunlong, and under the walls and trees. These people may seem insignificant and can be crushed to death like stink bugs, but in small Yunlong, this information network is huge."

Dong Beicheng didn't understand: "So what? These rotten beggars can't do anything! If you don't like them, just kill them all. The threat to us now is the patrol camp!"

Magistrate Dong wanted to explain to his brother that Li Yanqi, whom he looked down upon, was once bullied by beggars and thrown into a mass grave, nearly dying. However, he endured the humiliation and trained himself in martial arts to subdue the beggars. He wanted to let his brother know that this boy had an extraordinary mind, so that he would give up the idea of ​​being hostile to Li Yanqi.

But seeing that his brother didn't listen at all, he couldn't help but feel helpless: "Then just tell me what you want to do?"

Seeing that his brother was showing signs of loosening up, Dong Beicheng shook his brother's arm and said, "Brother, let's set up a patrol camp too!"

County Magistrate Dong: “?”

"Those gentry and rich people are fawning over Li Yanqi because he has a patrol battalion, right? Let's set one up too, and let them know who is the boss of Yunlong County!"

County Magistrate Dong was stunned for a moment and fell into deep thought.

"Brother, do you really want to be ridden on by that jerk Li Yanqi?"

"Okay, if you want to do it, go ahead, but remember..."

County Magistrate Dong tapped Dong Beicheng's forehead with his finger.

"You do your thing, he does his thing, don't mess with him if there's nothing to do."

*

Lin Yanyu was sitting in front of the bronze mirror in the bedroom. She was taking out her earrings when she noticed a wooden box on the table.

She was suspicious, turned her head to look at the people sitting at the round wooden table drinking tea, and asked: "Is this box yours? What's inside?"

Hearing this, Li Yanqi put down the tea bowl, sat on the edge of the bed next to the dressing table, curled his lips, and deliberately imitated her way of speaking.

"I don't know either. Open it and take a look."

Lin Yanyu glanced at him in annoyance and muttered, "What? You're so mysterious."

She brought the small wooden box to her eyes, slowly opened it, and immediately let out a short cry of surprise.

There was a golden hairpin lying quietly in the wooden box. It was in the shape of a blooming lotus with intricate petals. The pistil was a lotus pod dotted with small pearls, and there were pearls and jades hanging below it.

Li Yanqi stood behind her, bent over and hugged her, touched her cloud-like hair with his lips, narrowed his eyes and smiled and asked: "How is it? Do you like it? I spent a long time choosing this at the jewelry store."

"like."

Lin Yanyu's eyes were dazzled by the shimmering light of water waves as she fiddled with the pearls and jade hanging from the lotus hairpin. She was delighted: "You have good taste, but aren't you going to the Yingkeju for a banquet? How did you think of going to the jewelry store to buy me a hairpin?"

Li Yanqi took the hairpin from her hand, slowly put it into her hair with a focused look, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It's boring to be with those old men. I'll drink two pots of wine and leave."

"Oh, really?"

Lin Yanyu looked up at him and said, "No beautiful maids to serve you? No prostitutes or singing girls to drink with you?"

Li Yanqi jumped away, looking aggrieved. He pointed at Lin Yanyu with trembling fingers and shouted at the top of his voice: "You, you, you can't wrongly accuse me. I even poured the wine myself!"

Lin Yanyu looked at him suspiciously: "You told me that those gentry invited you to a banquet, but there was no one to pour wine for you? Do you think I'm a three-year-old girl? But it's inevitable in that kind of occasion, and I don't blame you."

When it comes to this, Li Yanqi has even more to say. His face is filled with grief and indignation, and every word he says is tearful: "There was someone who poured the wine, but I don't know how many piles of cow dung that person stepped on! I almost fainted from the fumes! My wife, I'm still dizzy now."

Lin Yanyu: “?”

"What? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Lin Yanyu was a little nervous. She pulled Li Yanqi to sit on the edge of the bed, reached out to touch his forehead, and asked repeatedly: "How are you now? Are you dizzy? If you are not feeling well, let's ask a doctor to come back and take a look."

Li Yanqi seemed to have lost his bones all of a sudden. He lay weakly in his wife's soft arms and said weakly, "No, my wife. I'll be fine after a nap."

He rubbed it like a spoiled child, raised his star-like black eyes to look at the nervous girl, and continued: "They even gave me a gold hairpin, and they found someone with body odor to give it to me. But I thought those gold hairpins were too tacky, so I sold them to the pawnshop and carefully selected a new one for my lady."

Hearing him say this, Lin Yanyu felt even more guilty. She was attacked by cow dung and body odor, but he still didn't forget to choose a gift for her.

She placed her hand on his temple with pity, gently massaging it, and asked, "Is this any better? Are you still dizzy?"

Li Yanqi's rosy thin lips slightly parted, and he said weakly: "A little better, thank you, my lady..."