The queen of fast wear has a fetish for collecting gold fingers

Chapter 186 Orion's Wish 22 (Subscribe)

As for whether the Yi people will play tricks on the accounts, this simple is not worried at all, because too many people and forces are involved in the glass, and once the Yi people make any moves, these people will be more than simple. more anxious.

An ordinary carriage was driving on the bustling street of Yunzhou Prefecture. A young man lifted the curtain of the window, looked out, and then suddenly smiled in relief.

"What are you looking at, master? You are smiling so happily."

Seeing that Jian Yi lifted the curtain, Simo looked at it and laughed, a little puzzled, and stretched his head to look at the window on Jian Jian's side, but he still didn't find anything funny, so he asked doubtfully.

Simple said with a smile: "Think about it carefully, and see what's different here from when we first came here."

Hearing what Jian Jian said, Simo lifted the curtain on the window beside him, looked out for a while, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I see, congratulations, master, congratulations, master."

Looking at Simo's bright eyes, Jian Jian smiled and said, "Congratulations for what? Tell me."

Sime said happily: "Congratulations to the master for realizing the original plan and successfully getting those mountain people out of the mountain village.

And I just discovered that those mountain people who are mixed in the crowd of brocade clothes and Chinese clothes are very different from the mountain people I saw in the mountain village before. "

Easy: "Oh? What's the difference?"

Simo straightened his chest, and said: "The eyes are more lively, the self-consciousness has shrunk, and there is a smile on the face, compared with the mountain people who were not willing to buy a two-cent candied haws in the town before , Now they are shuttling through the streets of Fucheng, with smiles on their faces, carrying or holding cloth and various New Year's goods in their hands, it is obvious that their life is much easier."

Speaking of this, Simo couldn't help looking at Jian Jian with admiration in his eyes, and a sense of pride in his heart, "Master is really amazing, you have made it this far in less than a year, and my subordinates listen to Master Having said that, the tax paid at the end of this year is more than 60 taels more than in previous years.

This is due to the fact that the official roads have not been repaired and the winter rice in the terraced fields has not yet come out. From this, one can imagine what kind of grand event it will be next year. Hey, it is really exciting to think about it. "

Hearing what he said, Jian Jian couldn't help showing a smile, and he couldn't restrain his enthusiasm in his heart, wanting to do more things for the people of Yunzhou and seek more benefits.

I forgot which great man said this sentence, "If you are an official, if you don't work for the welfare of the people, it is better to go home and grow sweet potatoes", Jian Jian deeply agrees.

When the carriage drove to the old street with few people, Jian Jian suddenly shouted loudly: "Old Zhao, stop."

Old Zhao stopped at the sound and waited for Jian Jian's order.

After the car came to a complete stop, Jian Jian quickly got out of the carriage, pushed back Simo who wanted to come out, and then pushed Lao Zhao who was sitting on the side of the carriage to drive the carriage.

Seeing that the two meats had entered the carriage, before Simo could ask, Jian Jian said "Stay inside honestly", and was vigilant about the surroundings, waiting for the person who wanted to take his life.

Since the flower viewing feast, Jian Jian has been assassinated frequently, and he has forgotten which wave it is.

He came at night at least before, but after he solved it silently, he did the opposite this time, and dared to send someone to assassinate him in broad daylight.

Hmph, look what you can do.

Before, I was busy running errands, busy pulling those trash off their horses, and didn't want to cause trouble, so I didn't pursue the person who dared to send someone to assassinate him. Unexpectedly, if he didn't pursue it, these people actually thought he was a troublesome person. Now in broad daylight Dare to send someone to do it, hum, I am really impatient.

A group of strong bunters who have been following behind Jian Jian, seeing Jian Jian stopped, guessing that Jian Jian has found them, the leader made a gesture to go down, the thugs pulled out a cloth towel from their pockets, covered their mouth and nose neatly, and then Under the command of the leader, he pulled out knives and sticks from the cart, the haystack of candied haws, and ran towards Jian Jian in a fierce and unusual manner.

When they got close to behind Jian Jian, a group of people swarmed up, some with knives, some with sticks, like Jian Jian.

Jian Jian sneered, grabbed the nearest stick, and with a little force, picked out the approaching sword and stick, and then gave each of them a big stick, beating them dizzy and falling back.

Seeing the person in front falling backwards, the people behind quickly put away the swords and sticks they greeted, and subconsciously went to help their accomplices. Facing the person who surrounded him on three sides just now, he held the stick and swung it down forcefully, swiping left and right, the thugs came down in response.

The leader who didn't join the battle at the back, seeing this situation, hurriedly turned around and shouted at the rest of the thugs: "Come on, what are you still doing?"

Jian Jian took the time to glance at the leader, without any nonsense, broke the legs of the thugs who attacked from behind, and then rushed to the leader of the thugs at a high speed, and knocked people unconscious with a stick.

At this point, all the thugs were dizzy; hugging their legs, clutching their waists and wailing and wailing; although no one was dead, they all fell to the ground.

Although this assassination looked dangerous, it only lasted for a short two or three minutes. Before the passers-by around had time to rush to report to the officials, the battle was over.

Simo and Lao Zhao, who were worried about Jianjian, saw this, and their mouths were almost drooling when they grew up.

Seeing this, Jian Jian laughed and shouted: "Si Mo, come down."

When Simo heard Jian Jian's cry, he quickly responded, "Yes, master."

After the people stumbled and got off the car, Jian Jian ordered: "Go to the yamen and call some people over, imprison them together, and then ask Shen Zhong to interrogate. I want to know the result before dinner."

"Yes." After Sime agreed, he ran out quickly, while Jian Jian called Lao Zhao to look at the group of people, and got into the carriage by himself.

After getting into the car, Jian Jian echoed the face of the leader of the thugs, stretched out his hands to count, and after counting the people he had been in contact with recently, he spread his consciousness out and monitored.

Sheng Zhai
After being greeted for a long time by Princess Duanyu, Jian Jian finally got out of trouble and went into the study. Just at this time, the guard at the gate reported that Shen Zhong had come.

After the people came in, Jian Jian didn't say a word, stared at the man who had gained weight again for a while, and then said: "Tell me."

Seeing that Jian Jian finally spoke, Shen Zhong slowly let go of his heart.

"Returning to my lord, the mouths of that group of people are very hard, and they have been refusing to speak. After a long interrogation by the subordinates, they finally said that the leader had contact with Chengda, the young man next to the magistrate."

Simple sneered, "Really?"

The block of air that had just fallen was raised again with Jian Jian's sneer, and it was stuck in the chest cavity, making Shen Zhong blush and thick neck.

After a long while, he said: "Yes, yes, my lord, why don't you bring him here?"

Simple: "No need."

"Tell me, what did you vote for in the first place?"

　Begging not to be fattened, begging not to be fattened, begging not to be fattened up.Comes the cry from the depths of the author's soul.

　　
　
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