Guide to the Empress becoming a God

The bamboo is still full of greenery, like a green canopy, covering Typhon's corpse floating all over the sky.

In the quiet front yard, the red lanterns on the rouge plums poured warm light into the backyard through the wall, illuminating the orange starlight.

It was a woman with bright pearls and rain, a dragon rippling in shallow boats, wearing a gold-sprinkled tunic dress, which just carefully hooked out the small waist that was not enough to hold, and on the bright and warm big orange skirt, there were patches of dots. Dark Meadow.

Even the most courageous flower girl in the flower shop would not dare to wear such a color of material, but when worn on the woman in front of her, it looks like it was born from her body, every stitch does not fit, and every thread is bright.

The bun is exposed and the temples are exposed, and the brows and eyes are lightly sweeping, and Bao'er slowly raises his head and eyelids.

"hiss……"

There was a little voice in her lips as if she was a little red, Emei frowned slightly, and raised her right hand.

A thin line of blood cut through the pear-white skin, from the tip of the middle finger to the elbow.

The long curved nail on the middle finger was split.

"Whoa, whoa..."

A trembling cry came from the bamboo forest, and regardless of the pickled corpses and ashes on the ground, he crawled all the way over, knelt down and hugged Miss Bao'er's waist.

Aunt Huazhi buried her disheveled head and face in Miss Baoer's beautiful dress, crying like a child.

"Shh..."

Miss Bao'er's red lips were pursed, she lowered her head playfully, reached out and gently lifted Aunt Huazhi's chin, and comforted her softly: "Don't cry."

Aunt Huazhi nodded vigorously: "Hey, I won't cry..."

Then she heard Miss Bao'er say again: "It's not over yet."

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The old owner of the Longan Restaurant personally rode a horse and led Xing Yutang and Lu Qi through the bustling Zhongzheng Street. After turning a corner, they came to a row of Ruyi Street full of inns.

The old owner of the Longan Restaurant turned around and smiled at Xing Yutang: "Young City Master is walking this way with the grass people. The caravan you inquired about lives on this street..."

"If you don't give it, if you don't give it to you group of barbarians, all of you will go to the government office with me to meet our master!"

"Hey, let's talk about people slowly. Your master Niu will see if you dare to take away a donkey in my caravan. If you dare to touch a donkey hair, your master Niu will tell you to call my donkey ancestor..."

The old owner of the Longan Restaurant hadn't finished speaking when it was interrupted by a lively dispute.

He turned around and looked over, and said, "Hey, that's the inn rented by the caravan that the young city lord was looking for, why is it so noisy?"

In the middle of the spacious street, the roads surrounded by ordinary people are impassable. The entrance of a three-story hotel is full of people, and there are many officers and soldiers guarding it.

The noisy din just now came from the courtyard of the inn.

Xing Yutang winked at Lu Qi.

Lu Qi understood immediately, separated from the crowd and walked in. Before he could speak, he cleared his throat first: "Mmm!"

The leading official was arguing with the other party, and when he heard the voice, he turned around and saw that it was Lu Qi, and his brows were immediately lowered.

"Qiye, what wind brought you here?"

Lu Qi smiled and folded his arms: "What kind of wind? Of course it's the smell of meat!"

Of course the leading official could hear the hidden meaning in Lu Qi's words, his face changed slightly, and he quickly took a sneak peek into the crowd.

Where Lu Qi is, Xing Yutang is usually not too far away.

Xing Yutang didn't hide it, and sat on the back of the tall Meng Huai beast, standing behind the crowd, looking towards the yard here.

But seeing that Xing Yutang didn't intend to enter the courtyard, the officials dared not rush over to salute.

The officials on duty at night should do whatever they want, there is no need to say hello to him, this is Xing Yutang's rule of patrolling the city.

The official's scalp was a little tight, so he had to cup his hands and said to Lu Qi: "Since the young city lord Long Jia is here in person, the next official will come to another day to do business, so as not to spoil the young city lord's interest in choosing ingredients."

While he was speaking, he quickly winked at the soldiers guarding the door, and was about to lead them away.

"Hey! I haven't said anything clearly yet, so why are you leaving!"

As soon as the official's body turned half a circle, his wrist was firmly grasped by a big hand like a cattail fan.

It was the black-faced and bearded caravan leader who stopped him just now.

The man spoke in a surprisingly loud voice, and his ears were buzzing.

The flesh on the official's face swelled, and he stared at the beard and rounded his eyes: "I don't want to care about you tonight, you are a barbaric businessman who doesn't know what to do!"

Even if he heard the other party say that he didn't care, the bearded man didn't intend to let go at all. He turned his big shiny bald head to the edge, and his pair of big leopard eyes were rounder than this official's.

"That's impossible! You say you don't care about it? You care about it sooner or later? You co-authored this Canglang City?"

The bearded man obviously didn't recognize Lu Qi, and of course he didn't care about Xing Yutang who hadn't entered the house yet. He said this obviously in a smooth manner.

But in front of Xing Yutang, if one does not deal with it properly, it is a rebellion.

The official's face turned pale with fright: "You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The bearded face showed reluctance: "I'm right, I didn't invite you, right? You came to me by yourself and asked me for land tax with red mouth and white teeth. Hear it in vain."

"You ran here and yelled for half the night, disturbing all the people in my caravan, young and old, who can't rest, and they are all here to accompany you to talk nonsense! You also alarmed all the neighbors left and right."

"Now you say you don't care about it? We asked you to care about it?"

"No! You can't have the final say on everything. If you don't tell Master Niu clearly tonight, Grandpa Niu will never end with you! If you don't care about it, you have to care about it!"

The official is almost going to be carried away by the bearded man at this moment.

Whose family is this, it's just messing around!
"I said you are a person who can't understand or..."

The official was eager to forgive the big palm of the bearded man, so as not to soften his words.

But before he finished speaking, a hot breath sprayed on the back of his head, and when he turned his head, he was facing a pair of big bell-like eyes.

The official was startled, and subconsciously knelt down.

Meng Huai beast didn't know when, it jumped in from the heads of the crowd.

Xing Yutang was still sitting on Meng Huai's back, quietly glanced at the caravan staff in the courtyard, and his eyes fell on the officials kneeling on the ground.

"Since it's an errand, it's your job."

The official knelt on the ground and did not move.

Lu Qizhao kicked the official's ass: "The young city master is talking to you, get up and do something, hurry up!"

The official agreed repeatedly, but when he got up from the ground, he was still silent and embarrassed.

Xing Yutang naturally saw that there was something wrong with the official. He looked at the bearded man opposite him, and gently cupped his hands: "I am the Young City Lord of Canglang City. My surname is Xing, and my name is Yutang. May I ask the leader's honorific title."

The bearded man frowned and glanced at Xing Yutang, who was still on his back, and didn't answer Xing Yutang's question, but turned sideways to reveal the person behind him.