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Chapter 1107: Battle of Thousands of Households ([-])
"Stop!" Zhao Lin made two simple movements, but in the eyes of Master Qian Gu and the other two, it was as if his own life had already left him, his heart felt cold, and the sense of fear went from the soles of his feet to his head Shang Chung, "President Bai Qian, are you just watching without saying a word?!"

"Qi can take care of the bastards, what's the matter with shutting down the Qianhu, and the Qianhu is not a bastard."

Bai Qing could see that Qi Ke was going too far, and he was taking advantage of the situation to show off his power. If he succeeded, it would mean that their side had the upper hand in this psychological battle, which would be beneficial for the next business. Anyway, the identity of the person who came with the master is unknown. Speaking of which, the person in the audience who is least qualified to sit here is this person.

"Master is on the side with the bastard. Master is an insider? What does it mean that master brings a bastard to our hall? Humiliate us? Insinuate that Bai Jiajun is only worthy of discussing with bastards?"

Qin Ba always opened his mouth to stab the knife. Anyway, the trouble has already become like this, so let's just make it a little more chaotic. We have to support Qi Ke no matter what. It is very important that our side has the upper hand.

"Bringing an irrelevant outsider here, is it the master's intention or the yamen's intention? How many ranks is the magistrate? Using this method, you will treat us as a general?"

"No, no, Mr. Fu Zun has absolutely no such intentions! Mr. Qian has learned a lesson!" Master Qian Gu panicked, got up and kept making bows to apologize.

These words not only stabbed the knife, but also slapped the face. If others don't understand, it is impossible for the master to understand.

Dong'an Mansion is just an ordinary prefectural city in Heyang Prefecture, not a prefecture-level city, but a prefecture-level city, not a provincial capital. Military generals of the same level are half a level higher, and it is only out of the king's way that he deliberately emphasizes literature and suppresses martial arts.

Hidden rules mean that you can’t get on the table, it’s only useful for those who follow this set, and it’s a fart for those who don’t, especially in places where the old and the young are poor and poor, the Emperor Shangao is far away from the chaos of law and order to prevent wars, All the officials who came to take office carried their coffins with their heads in their waistbands, and many died on the road before taking office, and the status of civil and military officials was even more reversed.

Qin took down the big hat of the president, so Master Qian Gu naturally didn't dare to accept it, let alone recognize it.

"Didn't you mean it? That's what you meant? How bold!" Bai Qing seized the loophole in the words and turned his face on the spot, "Come here!"

The closed door opened with a clatter, and a group of armored soldiers stood at the door.

"Take these two people down and torture them."

The armor on the body of the soldiers was rattling, and they walked in viciously one by one, reaching out to carry Master Qiangu and his companions. When two weak scholars met unreasonable soldiers, they were really at the mercy of others.

"No no no! Stop it! Stop it!"

"I know, I know!" At the critical moment, Master Qian Gu's brain suddenly worked, and he understood the reason for the trouble in a flash, "Master Qian, Mr. Qian, he is a member of the Sea Merchant Guild. , he is not a bastard! He really is not a bastard!"

The two of them had already been dragged to the door at this moment, Master Qian Gu's words saved their fate in time, Bai Qing raised his hand slowly, and the guards immediately stopped, followed his gestures, and dragged them back to the door. He sat on the chair, and then stood aside, and at the same time the door was not closed again, and if there were any changes, reinforcements from outside would be provided at any time.

At this time, the king took his elite warriors to stroll up the steps, and squatted outside the threshold, with an astonishing momentum. Their winter fur had not faded, and they were big-framed northern wolves, each of which looked to weigh two hundred catties.

What is it like to be stared at by a small group of [-]-pound male wolves?
(End of this chapter)