Go to Kaifeng to be a civil servant

The green willows are warm, the sky is calm and there is no wind.

In the afternoon of early summer, the sun is strong, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and only a cool breeze blows occasionally to dissipate a little heat.

Within the west gate of Xihua County is the Xihua Market, the busiest place in the county. It used to be a gathering place for business and the shops are bustling. Business is depressed day by day, and there is no smile on the faces of traders and pawns.

The reason is well known to everyone, but it is "a dumb person eats yellow lotus - he can't tell if he suffers".

But these few days are different. Every day after noon, the market is full of people and people gather. Almost all the people in the county gather here.

What is the big event that makes the people of the whole county so concerned?

Speaking of it, it was not a big deal, but a storyteller suddenly came to the market five days ago, and he set up a storytelling stall in the market every day after noon.

However, this storyteller has some peculiarities.

Ordinary storytellers are at least old, but this storyteller "Mr" is not as old as the weak crown, at most sixteen or seventeen years old.

(Note: weak crown - refers to the ancient men around 20 years old)

What's even weirder is that listening to this young man's storytelling costs half a penny and doesn't need to be paid.

But the above two points are not enough to cause such a sensation among the people in the county. The most surprising thing is that the storytelling jokes in the young man's mouth are neither ancient allusions nor rumors in the world, but are, actually, the stories that ordinary people usually think about. There is nowhere to hear it, and even if you hear it, you never dare to pass it on in private——

The joke that the young man said was about the fact that the imperial envoy Mr. Bao sent relief to Chenzhou half a month ago.

How can we not let the people of Xihua County come here after hearing the news, and thousands of people will be empty.

On this day, before noon, the bookstore was surrounded by people.In some markets, the hawkers who do business in a concentrated area have set up awnings because the sun has been too hot these days; There are also many people who come here with tea bowls and melon seeds.

It's just that the time has not yet arrived, and the storyteller boy has not yet shown up. These people who arrived first have nothing to do, so naturally they just chat with you and me about the storytelling jokes of the previous few days.

Let’s talk about the two people closest to the storytelling stand. One is a black-faced boy, only in his early twenties, with a capable face; , it looks like he just came from the ground.

I saw the black-faced boy glanced around, and said in a low voice: "Brother Wang, how many women do you think that Lord Anle arrested in the 'Ruanhongtang'?"

The big man glanced at him: "Cut, you boy, why do you care about this?"

"Hey, let's be curious! I don't believe that Brother Wang is not curious at all." The black-faced boy scratched his head and said.

"What's there to be curious about? From my point of view, all the women in the 'Ruanhongtang' can't compare to a Bing Ji."

The black-faced boy listened to the Coke: "Hey, I said Brother Wang, don't let the sister-in-law of the Wang family hear what you said, because the jealousy of the sister-in-law is so sour, I'm afraid our neighbors will also order it." The child will suffer."

When the big man heard it, his face turned red, and he raised his voice suddenly: "Can I be afraid of her?! I, how can I say that I am also the head of the family!"

The black-faced boy laughed even harder: "Come on, let me tell you, Brother Wang, everyone in the village doesn't know about your tigress. If you weren't afraid of your sister-in-law, why didn't you do the work in the field? Rushing here to take a seat for my sister-in-law?"

The big man took a few breaths, squinted at the kid on the opposite side, curled his lips and said, "You're still talking about me, aren't you just running here to take up a place for your little wife?"

"Oh, big brother, don't mention it!" The black-faced boy suddenly darkened, "Ever since my family member heard the book about 'Royal Cat' visiting Tianxiang Tower, he has been out of his mind every day, even looking at the street corner. The wild cats are so stupefied, and they are still urging me to take the seat every day, there is nothing we can do..."

Hearing the words, the big man's face darkened, and he murmured: "My guy is also..."

"Well, I said Brother Wang, you want to open it too." The black-faced boy patted the big man's back and said in relief, "As far as the appearance and style of the Nan Xia are concerned, we can't pick one in a hundred miles around. Even if I see my brother, I will probably be shocked, not to mention those big girls and little daughter-in-laws, half of their souls have been hooked away long ago?!"

"Fortunately, I just listened to it. If I really saw a real person, I don't know what's going on..." The big man continued to mutter.

Hearing this, the black-faced boy burst out laughing: "What's going on?! Brother Wang, are you still worried that your sister-in-law Hongxing will cheat?! Don't worry, my sister-in-law treats you wholeheartedly!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" The big man was suddenly embarrassed, blushing and rough, "I mean, if Mr. Bao really comes to our Xihua County, there will be trouble."

"Trouble?! What kind of trouble can happen?!" The black-faced boy said with a straight face, "If Mr. Bao really comes, he should take care of that damned Guo..."

"Brother Xu!" The big man hurriedly interrupted, looked around for a while, and then lowered his voice, "Slow down. Then Mr. Guo is a person with a background, and there are people in his palace! The background is hard, who dares to move he?"

"Lord Bao dares to move!" The black-faced boy said unwillingly, "Didn't the storyteller say that? Master Bao is not even afraid of being a grand master, how can he be afraid of an eunuch in the inner palace?"

The big man sighed: "Brother, how can you believe the story of the storyteller? It's just for fun, to relieve anger. Besides, even if the storyteller brother is telling the truth, who would dare to sue Master Guo? Don't you be afraid? Getting into trouble? I'm afraid that the lawsuit will not be sued at that time, and I will put my life in it!"

"This..." The black-faced boy froze all of a sudden, and stopped talking for a while.

"Look at how promising you are!" An angry shout came from the top of their heads, which only shocked the two of them.

Looking up, I saw an old lady standing behind the two of them, with a slanted bun, rough clothes and straw sandals, a waist as thick as two wooden barrels, barely wearing a patched apron, with her hands on her hips, looking angrily at the sitting Two big men on the ground.

"Sister-in-law of the Wang family..." the black-faced boy stared.

"Mother, lady..." The big man hurriedly stood up, leaned forward and said, "Miss, you are here, I, I have a good position today."

"Two big men, they have no bones at all!" The sister-in-law of the Wang family snorted through her nose. Can we have a good day?! If Mr. Bao can really get rid of this local snake, can’t we also live a good life for a few days? Sister, do you think this is the reason?”

"Elder sister is right." A woman walked out from behind the eldest sister-in-law of the Wang family, clothed in cloth and skirt, with a bun and wooden hairpin, looking virtuous.

"Miss, you're here too!" The black-faced boy hurriedly got up, helped his wife and said courteously.

The woman glared at her husband, then turned her head and continued: "But what Brother Wang said is also reasonable. In the officialdom, it is common for officials to protect each other. Moreover, Guo Ye's backer is also a figure in the palace. How can ordinary people sue him?" Him?" Speaking of this, he paused, and then said, "But if that Lord Bao really killed the uncle of the current dynasty, it's a different matter."

"What do you mean, sister?" asked the aunt.

The woman smiled slightly and said: "If Master Bao dares to kill even the uncle of the state, how can he be afraid of an inner palace eunuch? If Master Bao is not even afraid of Master Guo's backer, how difficult is it to sue Master Guo?"

"It's still the lady of the Xu family who speaks politely, but the daughter of the teacher's family is different." Someone next to me shouted.

The other three turned their heads and looked around, only to realize that at some point the surrounding area was already crowded with people, most likely they came here when the sister-in-law of the Wang family was showing her masculinity.

The black-faced boy slapped his chest immediately, and proudly said: "Our wife Xu San is naturally amazing."

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.

The big man surnamed Wang didn't smile, but asked with a frown: "Is Mr. Bao the one who killed Lord Anle?"

The laughter stopped immediately.

Mrs. Xu's family smiled slightly and said, "Isn't this here to listen to the book? Maybe I can hear the ending today."

Everyone suddenly understood, with a look of expectation.

"Tsk tsk, this eldest sister is really good at predicting things! You are right, what we said today is the end!"

A voice suddenly came from the front of the crowd, startling everyone.

I saw a thin young man appearing out of nowhere, squatting on the wooden table of the empty storytelling booth, holding a water bottle in his left hand, and a folding fan in his right hand, flickering non-stop.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

"Brother storyteller, you are finally here!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, we are all waiting to hear your story!"

The young man chuckled, jumped off the wooden table, put the kettle on the table, raised the fan and shook it twice in a serious manner, then suddenly closed the fan, and slapped the fan on the table with a bang.

In an instant, there were hundreds of people, and there was silence except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The young storyteller—that is, Jin Qian, who was ordered in danger, when he saw this scene, he couldn't mention how beautiful it was: Look at our style, look at our momentum, look at our fans, tsk tsk, think of the world of modern emperors and superstars So much for a concert tour!

Hmph, this Gongsun Zhuzi is really powerful, he can come up with such a shocking move.

Through the "concentrated bombing publicity" of storytelling, which "goes deep into the reality, gets close to the masses, digs deep, and vivid images", establishes the brand image of "the old bag is a generation of blue sky", so as to achieve the purpose of "controlling the direction of public opinion" and make the people feel good about the old people. Bao Xin kept his trust, and finally achieved the perfect result of motivating the people to file a complaint.

The best strategy!Even us modern people can't match it.

But, Gongsun Zhuzi, I'm afraid you never imagined in your dreams that the strategy you have worked so hard to come up with has actually made our generation of "Master of Storytelling"!

Hmph, the future of "money" in the second half of our life is bright from now on!

"Hey, storyteller, today's bill!"

Jin Qian was thinking about Tao Taoran, when he heard a disturbing words in his ear.

Looking up, it was the scoundrels who made things difficult for him and Fan Ronghua.

"Hey, gentlemen, it's quite early today." Jin Qian hurriedly bent over and laughed.

"Stop talking nonsense, old rules, pay today's bill first." The leading man said.

"Yes, yes, yes." Jin Qian took out five taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to the big man, and continued to laugh, "How many masters are you going to listen to today?"

"Of course, Mr. Guo specifically told us to watch you here!" One of the rogues said, "If you only talk about the benefits of the imperial envoy, that's all, if you are disrespectful to the imperial envoy, hum Hmph, watch out for the guy eating on your neck."

"Yes yes yes!" Jin Qian nodded hastily.

Nonsense, how can we smash the signboard of our own adults.

The leader nodded and said: "It's good if you know! The imperial envoy will be in Xihua County in the next few days. If you speak well, the imperial envoy will be happy to hear it, and our Master Guo's face is also bright. Naturally, you are indispensable." benefit!"

"Yes, of course." Jin Qian continued to nod fiercely, but he sneered in his heart: Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Guo Guangwei to be quite knowledgeable about current affairs, but it's a pity that his flattery fell on the horse's leg this time!

Seeing Jin Qian's obedience, several local ruffians were very satisfied, turned around and sat aside, ignoring the angry eyes of all the people, and drank tea on their own.

"Ahem..." Jin Qian cleared his throat, and slowly scanned the audience.

Everyone felt refreshed, everyone pricked up their ears, and everyone cheered up.

I saw Jin Qian raised the folding fan and slapped it on the table, stared carefully, and said loudly:

"You're the one here, you're the one here, you have a dozen folding fans, let's not praise anything else, let's praise this Jiangnan hero Yumao Zhan Zhao, dare to ask that Zhannan hero, what is so good about him? He is handsome, unrestrained, strong in martial arts, just like a flower. Standing in front of others, he is naturally chivalrous and arrogant, who can not boast? Speaking of that nose, that eye, that waist, that figure... "

"Ahem, little brother, I've already said this!" Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

"Hey, I said little brother, why do you use these words every time at the beginning?"

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.

Another person laughed and said: "I said, brother, don't say this sentence. Every time you say it halfway, it's either branches flying in the air, or tiles falling from the sky. Yesterday was even more outrageous. A bowl-sized object flew out of nowhere." Stone, I think it's your opening remarks that are unlucky!"

Another burst of laughter.

Jin Qian stood on the stage, his face was blue and white, and he was very upset:

Tsk tsk, we spent all our time trying to gather the strengths of various schools of thought to come up with this opening line of "shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods", but no one appreciates it.

That cat doesn't know the goods, and it's nothing more than causing disturbances every time. It's hard to survive until today. Mao'er escorted Mr. Bao out of the city to meet with the imperial envoy's rear team. Aesthetics, alas...

Even if you have the ability of a thousand-mile horse, how can you not have the fate of Bole, so sad!

"Hey, storyteller, are you telling me or not?!" The rascals on the side shouted in displeasure.

Only then did Jin Qian come back to his senses, sniffed his nose, cleared his throat, and said reluctantly: "Come back to business, the last time I wrote about Mr. Bao's night trial of Zhang Songde's new physical evidence, and in the early morning of the second day, he will beat the drum and ascend the hall." , Anle Hou Pangyu of the third trial..."

In such a big market, you can only hear Jinqian's high, low, slow, and urgent voices stirring in the air, and you can see Jinqian again, but after several times of cracking his canthus, raising his eyebrows, beating his chest, and stomping his feet, there will be "dumb" If you cry, the mountains will collapse, and if you shake, the situation will change." The words in the mouth are like torrents and thunder in one moment, and like spring water in the next moment, flooding, surging, and overwhelming.

But seeing the people who sat down, following Jin Qian's words, they were surprised, happy, angry, and sad at times, and they were amazed and admired.

"As the so-called An Le Hou Fufa, Chenzhou City has been reborn!" With a slap of the folding fan, Jin Qian clasped his hands and said, "This is the end of this book!"

Looking at the people below, there was mixed surprise, half hesitation, all staring at Jinqian with their round eyeballs, and for a moment, they were in a state of silence.

Huh?

Why didn't there even be applause? It's not the same as a few days ago?

Jin Qian was also very puzzled, so he had to stand straight on the stage, his eyes staring at everyone.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "Okay!"

"Good! Well said!!"

"Great, it sounds so comfortable!!"

"Young storyteller, well said!!"

Chirping, crackling...

Just like throwing a boulder into Pinghu, the sound of applause and applause swayed away from the crowd layer by layer like waves.

Jin Qian was immediately overwhelmed with pride, with raised eyebrows and smile lines on his face, and was about to cup his fists to bid farewell, when someone in the crowd suddenly said something, and his face turned pale with shock.

"Although it sounds like a made-up joke, but listening to it is to relieve anger!"

ha? ! !

"Wait!!" Jin Qian hurriedly jumped onto the table, pointed at the person who made the sound just now and shouted, "You, you! That's right, it's you, that big brother wearing a bamboo hat, why do you say that we Is the joke made up?!"

Are you kidding me, what we said was a genuine "live broadcast", how did it become nonsense in a blink of an eye?

"Could it be that what you said is still true?" Someone shouted again.

Jin Qian became anxious when he heard it, put his hands on his waist, stared and shouted: "Of course it's true!"

But he said in his heart: Oh, my dear, we have worked so hard to establish the brand image of Laobao with all our efforts and thin lips. How come we were smeared before we stepped down?It's a small thing if our hard work is in vain, but if it ruins the big event of Gongsun Zhuzi, it will be very bad!At that time, we don't even want to mess around in this day and age.

Thinking of this, Jin Qian was even more refreshed, raised his finger to the sky, and shouted again: "If there is even half a lie, the sky will be struck by thunder!"

As soon as these words came out, the momentum was really extraordinary, and everyone on the field was stunned into silence.

After a long time, someone asked: "Brother storyteller, do you mean that Mr. Bao really killed the uncle of the current dynasty?"

"Of course it is true!" Jin Qian vowed.

Although the little crab committed suicide by taking poison—tsk, the result is similar anyway, so there is no need to worry about the details.

"That's the uncle of the current dynasty, a relative of the emperor!" Someone shouted again.

"If it's done, it's done!" Jin Qian said seriously.

"Hey, I said brother, stop joking!"

This time Jin Qian could see clearly that the person speaking this time was the black-faced boy sitting less than a step away from him, and Jin Qian still had the impression that it was Xu San.

"You're joking, when will I be joking?" Jin Qian jumped off the table and stared at Xu San angrily.

"Isn't it just a joke?" Xu San also stood up, curled his lips and said, "How can an official kill the royal family, even if Mr. Bao is an imperial envoy, it's too outrageous!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and waved his hand to greet everyone behind him Said, "Do you think this is the reason?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Impossible!"

The crowd agreed.

"Okay." The lady of the Xu family also stood up, thumped Xu San's shoulder and said, "It's just a storyteller, why bother to be serious? After listening, go home and work."

"Yes, yes." Xu San hurriedly replied with a smile.

"It's gone, it's gone."

"Go home..."

Someone in the crowd said the same thing.

I saw people getting up, those who lifted stools lifted stools, those who carried teapots carried teapots, and those who dismantled sheds were about to disperse in all directions.

Jin Qian's heart suddenly turned cold, Master Bao's gloomy black face, Mr. Gongsun's slightly narrowed slender phoenix eyes, and those dark black star pupils flashed before his eyes one by one...

Ouch, girl!

"It's his grandma who stops me!!"

With a loud shout, the power shook the four directions, the sound was more than eight miles away, and everyone's ears were buzzing.

Everyone was startled, and when they looked back, they saw the young storyteller jumping onto the roof of the street at some point, looking furiously at the people in the street.

Jin Qian was also driven into a hurry at this time, he just wanted to keep the person in his heart first, and without thinking too much, he jumped on the roof and yelled, but as soon as he said this, he regretted it.

I saw a group of people staring at me with the expression of looking at a lunatic.

The gangsters in charge of monitoring even looked as if they wanted to tear themselves apart.

How to do? !

Swear?Or wipe your neck?

Why don't you just do a striptease to keep people in first, and then persuade them one by one?

The problem is that with our good looks, no one will even watch the striptease...

It would be nice if the cat was there.

You don't need to do a striptease, just stand here and say: Zhan Mou's words are true!

Then move those eyes around——

Humph, who can stand it?Who dare not believe it? !

Oh, Mr. Zhan...

Thinking of this, Jin Qian couldn't help but feel sore, and aimed his eyes at the towering tree on the side of the roof.

A few days ago, that Nan Xia Zhan Zhao was listening to his own storytelling on this tree——

I really miss it!

……Um? !wait!

Not to mention, when Jin Qian took a glance from the heights, he really saw the bright light of hope.

Seeing that Jin Qian's eyes lit up, he immediately straightened his back and said confidently:

"Whether the joke we said is true or not, everyone will know if it's only half a stick of incense!"

Huh?

Hearing the words, the people on the street all looked incomprehensible, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked back at Jinqian.

Jin Qian smiled slightly, knelt down, and pointed to the gate of the city.

Everyone looked towards the city gate at the same time.

A soldier guarding the city was sweating profusely and ran over, shouting as he ran, "Quickly invite the magistrate, the Imperial Envoy's team is half a mile away from entering the west gate!!"

-

If we talk about the major events that have happened in Xihua County in recent years, the coming of a master Guo who can cover the sky with his hands can be counted as one, and the coming of an inexplicable storyteller can barely be counted as one, but if we really talk about it, there is really no one. What big event can compare to this one.

which one?

What else!

The dignified imperial envoy who is on a tour actually came to this small Xihua County, and even the county master went out of the city to greet him in person. Do you think this is a big deal? !

Not to mention the people of Xihua County, even the county magistrate Wu of Xihua County, has never seen such a big official, who knelt down to greet each other, and dared not even breathe out, let alone the people who were How nervous.

I saw the pennant fluttering, the spears and halberds standing, the spirit of the cavalry, the mighty guards, and the sound of gongs to clear the way, and the sound of horseshoes.

"Wu Liang, magistrate of Xihua County, Caoqiao Town, Xiaguan, has a meeting with Mr. Bao, the imperial envoy!"

Kneeling in front of eight Wenhua sedan chairs, Magistrate Wu of Xihua County couldn't even speak clearly.

"Wu county magistrate doesn't need to be too polite." A majestic voice came from the sedan chair, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and Lord Bao stepped out of the sedan chair.

Although everyone was afraid of the authority of the imperial envoy, but at this time, curiosity prevailed, and they secretly watched.

This is really an eye-opener.

Mr. Bao, dressed in a black python robe, wearing red-soled official boots, his black face glowing with radiance, his eyes sparkling with prestige, his black beard sweeping across his chest, his appearance is majestic, he is really eye-catching, The black face suppresses ghosts and gods.

Master Bao looked around and said, "Magistrate Wu, why are there so many people here?"

"Hui, Master Hui, this is the county market, so there are many people." County Magistrate Wu replied with a bow.

Master Bao nodded, looked around again, paused and said: "I wonder if County Magistrate Wu can arrange a guest house for this mansion?"

"If your lord does not dislike it, please ask the county government to stay temporarily."

"Alright." Lord Bao nodded, turned around and walked into the sedan chair.

"Lord Bao! The grassroots are wronged!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the crowd, Master Bao and County Magistrate Wu were shocked at the same time.

It's just that County Magistrate Wu was taken aback by shock, but Mr. Bao was refreshed.

Master Bao looked solemn and shouted: "Who is calling for injustice?"

I saw a thin young man rushing out of the crowd, knelt in front of the team and shouted: "It's the villain calling for grievances!"

Everyone fixed their eyes, hey, isn't this the storyteller boy?

Master Bao motioned for the guards to bring the boy to the sedan chair, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

However, the young storyteller did not raise his head, and said with a choked voice: "Master Bao, only an adult can clear up the grievances of a villain!"

Lord Bao frowned slightly, then paused and said, "How do you say that?"

"My lord, the villain has been lonely since he was a child, relying on a half-open mouth, a few words, and storytelling for a living, but although the villain is ignorant, he also knows etiquette and righteousness, so the jokes the villain said must be true. There is nothing wrong with a real story, but some people frame a villain, saying that what the villain said is nonsense, the villain is heartbroken, it is really wronged!"

After all, Ying Jing's shoulders twitched a few times.

Lord Bao twitched his eyebrows slightly, and continued to ask: "Who framed you?"

"My lord, you are all the people in Xihua County."

There was a sudden commotion among the people around.

"What joke are you talking about?"

"Returning to my lord is the deed of my lord Chen Zhou's relief."

"Oh? Why don't they believe you?"

Jin Qian raised his head fiercely, and said with stern eyes: "They don't believe that Pang Yu, An Lehou, who did all kinds of evil, died under the guillotine of an adult. My lord, you must avenge the villain!"

A trace of surprise flashed across Mr. Bao's black face, but when he rolled his eyes, his eyes returned to normal in an instant. He raised his head to look around, and said loudly: "What this young man said is true, that An Lehou is indeed Die under the dragon's head!"

The sound of gasping and exclamation came one after another in an instant.

Lord Bao paused for a moment, then solemnly said: "If there is anything you don't understand, you might as well ask this mansion right here."

There was silence again.

After a long while, a timid voice came out from the crowd and said, "Dare, dare to ask your lord, who is the one who sued that Lord Anle?"

"Who is it?" Lord Bao took two steps forward, "Marquis Anle's fish and meat harmed the people everywhere, causing the people of Chenzhou to suffer terribly. The people of Chenzhou were all persecuted by him, so the people of Chenzhou are all plaintiffs!"

It was dead silence again.

Mr. Bao was straight and his eyes were like torches. He glanced at the kneeling people one by one, and said in a loud voice: "The prince's crime is the same as that of the common people! Whether it is a relative of the emperor or a court official or a gentry, as long as he violates the laws of the Song Dynasty, our government will definitely punish you." He will be punished according to the law and will not be tolerated!"

The majestic sound is like bells, drums, sheng and chimes, and the reverberation rings around, shaking the soul.

Suddenly, I don't know who made a sobbing sound, which was like a signal, which immediately aroused thousands of shouts and sobs.

"Master Bao, Master Bao, we are suffering!"

"Master Bao, Bao Qingtian, you must be the master for us—"

"Master Bao... you must punish that Lord Guo, he has brought great suffering to the people of our Xihua County... woo woo..."

Thank goodness!

Hearing what the people said, Jin Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing the people around him crying so bitterly, he couldn't help but feel a little blocked.

Mr. Bao stood in the middle of the crowd, looked around at the people around him, his brows were frowned, his face was serious, and he said in a deep voice after a long time: "Your case, I've settled it."

"Thank you, Master Bao!"

"Master Bao, Bao Qingtian—"

"Boom!"

A loud noise pierced the ears amidst the shouts of the people. Jin Qian looked back and saw Wu Liang, the county magistrate of Xihua, with his eyes turned white, lying straight on the ground, feeling as if he had passed out.

He raised his eyes to look at Mr. Bao again, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and the four king vajras beside him also nodded slightly towards him.

Ok?

Why does it seem that there is a heavyweight missing?

Jin Qian was wondering, when suddenly he felt a red shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and a clear voice crossed the clear sky: "Where are we going?!"

Lang Lang's voice, like running jade hitting the plate, actually overwhelmed the voices of everyone.

I saw a red shadow galloping away, landing in front of a few people who were about to escape in the distance.

In an instant, I saw the red clothes flying, and the shadow of the huge que flashed. After a while, I saw a few men crying and howling, running to the front of the imperial envoy, kneeling down and kowtowing fiercely: "Young one is guilty, young one is guilty!" Sin, my lord, please forgive me!"

It turned out to be those underworld gangsters who collected protection fees.

"My lord, these people are Guo Guangwei's subordinates. They are planning to go back and report to their master. The subordinates have captured them. Please forgive me, my lord."

The red shirt flutters and lands silently. The person in front of him is wearing a red official robe, apricot and yellow sword tassels, a pine and cypress figure, a handsome appearance, sword eyebrows and temples, and starry eyes. He is really clear and handsome.

The shouts gradually weakened, the shouts gradually disappeared, the surroundings gradually became quiet, more and more quiet, more and more quiet, so quiet that even Mr. Bao was a little surprised, and it took him a long time to say a usual sentence: "There are Laozhan guards. "

Unexpectedly, this customary sentence caused an uproar at this time.

Then someone in the crowd exclaimed:

"Yu Mao Zhan Zhao, yes, it's Yu Mao Zhan Zhao!"

Immediately afterwards, there were screams of women in all directions, and then bursts of exclamation echoed, huh huh huh, so lively.

Amid the uproar, a few exclamations became more and more clearly discernible:

"Hey, what's that little storyteller talking about?"

"That...it should be - a dozen folding fans, let's not boast about anything else, let's praise this Jiangnan hero Yumao Zhan Zhao..."

"...Dare to ask that Zhan Nan Xia, what's so good about him? He is handsome, chic, strong in martial arts, like a flower..."

"Standing like this in front of people is a natural chivalry, a natural arrogance, who can not boast?"

"Speaking of that nose, that eye, that waist, that figure..."

"Oh, my grandma, that storyteller is really telling the truth!"

Something like that.

Jin Qian was very pleased at this time, deeply feeling that his hard work for several days was not in vain, but also rewarded a lot.

Listen to these venerable and lovely Xihua people-how firmly remember our opening remarks!

Look at the red faces of the mighty four captains and the many guards—how hard it is to bear the smile!

Take a look at Mr. Gongsun's fingers pinching the car curtain-the shaking is so rhythmic!

Look at Mrs. Bao's purple face - how uncomfortable it is to hold back!

Feel the bone-piercing cold wind and flesh-penetrating air around us—we are so cold...

Shrinking his neck, looking around at the smiling faces of the common people who were still dripping with tears a moment ago, but now smiling, Jin Qian couldn't help feeling: the descendants of Yan and Huang, the sons and daughters of China, are indeed extremely powerful no matter when and where they are!