Daqin: the List of Gods is Now in the World, and I Can't Help Being Exposed.

"General Hong, don't die. You should know better than me what your lord's temper is. You ran into the guests inside, and ten of your heads are not enough to cut off."

At this moment, in front of Zheng County Magistrate's study, there were densely packed men in black robes.

Each of them is full of indifference.

"Master Zheng, Master Zheng, I am Dapao Hong, I have something to see."

Hong Dapao, who was in a hurry, suddenly opened his voice and shouted.

The steward's expression changed immediately, and he kicked Hong Dapao, kicking Hong Dapao back two steps, and sat down on the ground.

"You're crazy, don't kill me or kill me."

In the room, County Magistrate Zheng was playing chess with a man in a black robe.

Zheng County Magistrate is about 40 years old, fair and clean, looks like a frail scholar.

And the man opposite him was shrouded in a black robe, his face was like eternal ice.

Hearing the voice outside, magistrate zheng's expression darkened.

He smiled and said, "Lord Beiye, your subordinates don't know the rules."

As he spoke, he winked at a servant next to him.

The slave is going out.

"Might as well listen to something."

Bei Ye said.

This time he came here on the orders of his superiors because he had an extremely important matter to do.

"Since Lord Beiye wants to hear it, let him come in."

County magistrate Zheng ordered.

Soon, Hong Dapao, who was clutching his belly, nose and face swollen, walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he knelt there with a "plop".

"Hong Dapao, you were shouting outside in the early morning, what's the matter?"

County Magistrate Zheng asked without looking back.

Kneeling there, Hong Dapao hurriedly said: "My lord, master was caught by that bastard who snatched ginseng."

"Dare to arrest my master, I have some guts."

There was no expression on Magistrate Zheng's face.

Hong Dapao hastily added embellishments and said, "My lord, you don't know how arrogant that guy is. He knows that the ginseng is yours, but he even made it into a dish for him to eat."

"what?"

Even the magistrate Zheng's city mansion had a look of astonishment on his face at this moment.

He thought that the other party would take away his ginseng and refuse to give it to him because of money, but he didn't expect that the ginseng would be stewed.

Bei Ye next to him was drinking tea, when he heard this, he spouted out a sip of tea, spraying magistrate Zheng all over his face.

County magistrate Zheng's face darkened, and he looked at Beiye angrily.

If it wasn't for Beiye's special status, he would have gone mad on the spot.

Bei Ye hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Only then did magistrate Zheng suppress the anger in his heart.

"Did Master not mention my name?"

County magistrate Zheng asked with a sullen face.

"Of course I mentioned it, but the other party didn't care at all. They also said that they would pay for some radishes, saying that radishes and ginseng are similar in size."

"puff…"

The tea that Bei Ye had just drank was sprayed out again.

He sprayed it on Zheng County Magistrate's face again.

County magistrate Zheng's face was as black as charcoal, and he was on the verge of going berserk.

"That... I really didn't mean it."

Beiye suppressed a smile.

He is a professionally trained killer, he has no emotions, and he can't laugh easily.

But County Magistrate Zheng said silently three times in his heart: "The world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable," and then suppressed his anger.

"What's that bastard's name? I don't care which family he comes from, anyone who touches me, I'll let him go around without eating."

"His name is Wang Xuan."

Hong Dapao will never forget this name even if he is a ghost.

Bei Ye, who had just put down his teacup opposite, was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Magistrate Zheng, I went to Fuping to do business some time ago, and I met a very jerk, I wonder if you are interested in listening? "

Chapter 107 Too Nima is too much

Kneeling there, Hong Dapao cursed in his heart, the master is about to be played to death, how could he have the time to listen to your story about the imminent matter.

But County Magistrate Zheng didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to talk too much, he just listened patiently.

Magistrate Zheng smiled slightly.

"It's rare that Lord Beiye is willing to talk, but I'm willing to listen."

On weekdays, County Magistrate Zheng always had an aloof attitude, like Hong Dapao in front of him, and the number of times he saw him laughing could be counted on his fingers.

But at this moment, he was obviously suspected of flattery, which made Hong Dapao mutter in his heart.

What is the identity of this guy shrouded in black robe?It seems that the background is not simple.

"Chang Shi Sima Xin is highly regarded by His Majesty today, and Mr. Zhao Gao, the Commander of CRRC Mansion, was an aristocrat of Zhao State before he entered the palace. He had a daughter who married Yan Le, Commander of Xianyang."

"Now Yan Le's daughter is thirteen, and she plans to marry Sima Xin's second son, Sima Gui. I was ordered to visit Sima Xin's hometown, Fuping."

"And when I was in Fuping, that Sima Gui was beaten so many times that he couldn't get out of bed. That Sima Gui was usually disorderly, and he deserved it when he was beaten."

When Hong Dapao heard this, he could only look up in his heart.

What Bei Ye said was a big shot, for a little corporal like him, he could be crushed to death with any finger.

On the contrary, County Magistrate Zheng's expression was relatively flat. After all, he was able to be promoted to County Magistrate, and he could barely integrate into the upper-level circle.

It's just that he didn't know why Beiye was telling him this.

"Couldn't Magistrate Zheng be curious, who is so bold as to beat Chang Shi's son so hard that he can't get out of bed?"

"Who?"

County magistrate Zheng blurted out: "The status of the son of the Changshi family is very unusual. I am afraid that the person who beat Sima Gui must have a miserable end, right?"

County magistrate Zheng thought: "Could it be that Beiye helped with the cooking? Luo Wang is known for his cruel methods. If he died at his hands, he might not even find his bones."

Bei Ye smiled and shook his head, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "If he ended up miserable, he wouldn't be able to appear alive and kicking in Diqiu today, not only robbing your ginseng, but also arresting your master."

County magistrate Zheng raised his head suddenly, with astonishment in his eyes.

Now he understood that the other party not only didn't hang up, but came to Shangjun Academy to study.

It is self-evident that the young master who has beaten a long history can still go his own way until now.

Bei Ye put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "Magistrate Zheng, you are now considered as the magistrate of the CRRC Mansion, and everyone is your own, so let me remind you, don't provoke that Wang Xuan, save the master. Just come back."

"I don't know the identity of that Emperor Xuan?"

County magistrate Zheng asked cautiously.

"After beating Sima Gui in Fuping, he was still safe and sound, and his surname is Wang. Can't you guess that, magistrate Zheng?"

Beiye didn't want to talk to him anymore.

I can't keep up with my own thinking at all, a bit stupid.

"It's Wang Ben's son."

County magistrate Zheng blurted out.

Hong Dapao, who was kneeling there, couldn't help but tremble.

General Wang Ben?

At this moment, a cold sweat broke out from Hong Dapao's forehead.

The Wang family is the most ruthless since Wu Anjun Baiqi.

Bei Ye stood up and said to County Magistrate Zheng: "I still have some things to do, I have to remember what I told you, as for how to ask your master back, think about it yourself."

……

When Wang Xuan came to the registration office, an old man was dozing off while leaning on a brush.

After Wang Xuan came in, he couldn't bear to wake him up.

He tiptoed to his side and shouted: "Sign up!"

"Teng!"

The old man jumped up in fright, his hair almost stood on end.

After reacting, he glared at Wang Xuan.

"Anger +99."

Where did the bastard come from, who almost scared his soul away?

The old man said angrily: "Which hall you want to apply for, you can choose by yourself."

He pointed to the seven bamboo slips on the table, each with the name of a hall written on it.

"This one……"

The old man's words really stopped Wang Xuan, he really didn't think about it.