Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The highly anticipated lottery segment finally began.

Fang Zheng was worried that the old men might be tired from standing, so he specially arranged for some seats.

Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao had a decent attitude, but Zhang Dongxiang always looked at him with a disgruntled expression.

Fang Zheng didn't care at all. Old people are just like that!

Would an ambitious young man like him argue with an old man?

Inside the lottery box, tens of thousands of paper slips flew wildly, creating a wave of sound from the stage.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! ..."

Although everyone was initially amazed by the magical transparent box, no one cared about it anymore. What everyone valued more were the lottery tickets inside the box.

The host's hand, which was shaking the handle, began to slow down gradually.

Soon, the flying paper slips in the box also calmed down.

Then, the host took out a rattan ball and shouted to the audience: "To show fairness, whoever gets the rattan ball can come on stage to draw the lottery!"

After speaking, he threw the rattan ball into the crowd.

There was a scramble under the stage, and soon a lucky audience member was selected to come on stage to draw the lottery with the rattan ball.

The host once again shouted loudly: "Come, let our lucky audience member talk about their feelings..."

"Hurry up, you bastard!" "Stop dawdling!" "Don't let me see you on the street!"

All kinds of garbage flew onto the stage, and it looked like things were about to get out of control.

The host directly dragged the lottery drawer to the lottery box.

"Start drawing the lottery!!!!!"

Under the constant urging of the audience, the fifty fifth-prize winners were quickly drawn, followed by the fourth and third-prize winners.

When it came to the second prize, the host wanted to create suspense, but the angry audience rushed onto the stage and almost beat him up. Fortunately, Zhang Biao intervened in time to prevent an accident.

At this time, the three of Li Yansong also stopped pretending, took out their lottery tickets, and stared at the lottery box with great interest.

When the host loudly announced the first and second prizes, there was a huge sound of disappointment and cursing from the audience.

For a time, the host's mother and paper slips flew all over the place.

Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao lowered their heads and studied the lottery tickets.

"What number is this again... Alas, I'm getting old, my memory is really bad."

"Lord Li, that's a five."

"Oh, then I didn't win."

Zhang Dongxiang, who was on the side, did not participate in the two's discussion and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"I... I won! First prize!"

Fang Zheng leaned over and took a look.

"Wow! It really is the first prize! Congratulations, Lord Zhang. Come, let's redeem the prize now."

Zhang Dongxiang's face turned stern: "Nonsense! It's just a trivial matter. How could this official be such a profit-seeking person like you! Donate the silver!"

I'm a profit-seeking person? This old man is getting energetic! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I won't be called Fang Zheng!

Fang Zheng turned around and jumped onto the stage: "Next, let's invite our first-prize lucky public toilet person to give their acceptance speech!"

The audience, who had already begun to slowly disperse, looked towards the stage again upon hearing this, their eyes flashing with curiosity.

Zhang Dongxiang immediately looked at Fang Zheng in horror upon hearing this, his mouth seeming to shout: "What do you want to do?"

If he really went up there, would he still have any dignity?

How would he stay in the court in the future?

Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao's old faces were also wrinkled into chrysanthemums. It's one thing for young people to not respect the elderly, but to坑 them to death is another.

Li Yansong quickly took two steps forward, standing on the small stage and shouting softly to Fang Zheng: "Alright! Lord Fang, that's enough! Let's talk nicely!"

Fang Zheng glanced at Zhang Dongxiang, seeing his old face flushed red, and sneered: "Alright, they are all my seniors, I should give them face."

Then he said loudly: "Alright! Alright! Everyone disperse, the winner has fainted from happiness and can't speak!"

"Tch~~" The crowd heard the words and made a contemptuous sound, turning around and dispersing again.

"Lord Zhang! Lord Zhang! Wake up!!" Zheng Qiao kept pinching Zhang Dongxiang's philtrum and shouting.

He was too old and couldn't stand the stimulation, and fainted again.

Fang Zheng was also afraid that the old man would die, so he quickly called the resident doctor. Fortunately, it was not a major problem and he was rescued quickly.

Zhang Dongxiang, who had woken up, pointed at Fang Zheng, panting and gasping: "I have no grievances or hatred with you... Why do you want to harm... Harm... This old man!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! It's because this junior didn't think carefully, I'll apologize to you now!" After saying that, Fang Zheng respectfully bowed to him.

Zhang Dongxiang wanted to continue speaking, but was choked by this and put down his hand dejectedly.

Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao looked at each other.

This Fang Zheng is too strange... There's no logic in his actions at all?

In fact, Fang Zheng didn't think much about it. Old people, it's okay to tease them a little.

He's not a criminal or anything. Besides being stubborn, he doesn't have any malice. It seems like he has a bad heart. He was covering his chest and gasping non-stop in the court before. Playing too much will easily be condemned by God....

Then Fang Zheng said: "Have the three of you prepared carriages to come here? Today's evening party is over, and I can arrange carriages to send the three seniors home."

Li Yansong cupped his hands: "Thank you, Lord Fang... We have prepared..."

"Master! Master! Something bad has happened!"

Li Yansong was interrupted before he could finish speaking. A person dressed as a guard ran wildly towards Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng immediately became nervous upon seeing this. This person was the guard who accompanied Li Yuanzhao out.

He quickly said: "What's wrong? Speak quickly!"

"Li... Young Master Li has been kidnapped. The kidnappers asked me to bring you a message, asking you to meet them to redeem him!" The guard was panting heavily, obviously having run for a while.

Fang Zheng calmed down upon hearing this.

The kidnappers asked someone to bring a message, which means there's room for negotiation. Li Yuanzhao should be fine for the time being.

The emperor originally sent Imperial Guards to protect the crown prince, but Li Yuanzhao confidently said that it wasn't necessary, and nothing major would happen in the capital.

Moreover, with Zhang Biao around, there would definitely be no problems. So Li Yuanzhao brought a few Imperial Guards disguised as guards and competed with Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao overturned four people in one round, and Emperor Jing was relieved and withdrew the Imperial Guards.

If I had known... I should have left those people behind. Damn it, I regret it!

While Fang Zheng was still regretting, the three old men were terrified. The crown prince being kidnapped in the capital, is there anything bigger than this!?

Li Yansong grabbed the guard's arm and roared: "Speak quickly! What exactly is going on! ?"

The guard glanced at Fang Zheng and opened his mouth to speak after Fang Zheng nodded in agreement: "We were originally accompanying Young Master Li to watch people carry dung....."

"Carry dung! ?" Li Yansong made a eunuch-like sound.

"Yes, watching people carry dung... Later, a group of people came and said that we had stolen their business, and then there was a quarrel, and Young Master Li started fighting with those dung carriers."

"Lord Zhang! Lord Zhang! Wake up!!" Zheng Qiao kept pinching Zhang Dongxiang's philtrum and shouting.

He's old and can't stand this kind of stimulation, and fainted again.

"What happened next?" Li Yansong also felt a little short of breath. This news was too stimulating... It's hard to bear.

"Later, they specifically asked for Mr. Sai to go over, otherwise they would throw Young Master Li into the dung pit and then dry him and hang him on the city wall."

It should be the dung gang people.... But why does this sound so familiar? I seem to have said it.

Fang Zheng touched his chin and tried hard to recall.

"Fang Zheng! What should we do now! If something happens to Young Master Li, this old man won't spare you!" Li Yansong, who had been kind, finally couldn't hold back when he saw Fang Zheng's absent-mindedness.

Fang Zheng slowly said: "Zhang Biao, go back and find a few more people, bring all the equipment and come with me."

Then he said to Li Yansong: "Lord Li, don't worry, these people are obviously coming for me. Don't worry, I will definitely rescue Young Master Li safely!"

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