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Chapter 926 My nephew, listen to my uncle's advice
Good moments are always short.

The Taishanghuang fled away in a car in a dashing manner, leaving only the stunned Prime Minister and Deputy Minister with a mouth full of dirt and green leaves all over his head.

After a long time, Lao Ji, who came back to his senses, couldn't help but "pooh" on the ground: "Fucking Liu! Great, so great!"

It's great.

What Lao Ji said was not irony, he praised the emperor and his old man from the bottom of his heart.

Let me ask, with such a wise, powerful, fierce and decisive Taishanghuang, can the family of the Sixth Emperor not prosper?

At this moment, Lao Ji finally understood why the Sixth Emperor insisted on killing his father at all costs.

Because the biggest enemy of the Six Emperors is not Lao Chen, not Lao Fu, let alone Lao Lu, but Lao Jia!

As long as he has such a father, Lao Ji will deal with him no matter what.

No way.

Such a father will really make his son unable to sleep.

The Six Emperors were indeed far-sighted, and his deep and wise vision always saw farther than others.

After sighing with emotion, Lao Ji realized that his situation was quite bad.

Looking around, it is empty, there are quite a lot of grass nests, but there is no place to hide.

Looking into the distance, the fire dragon is flying fast.

How to do?
Only in a critical moment do you know how spicy ginger is!
But seeing that Lao Ji took off his camouflage clothes without hesitation, quickly wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth on his face, and carried a dung bucket that fell from the donkey cart on his back with lightning speed, and then I found a small stick nearby and started the work of the manure picker.

Picking up shit is a real job.

There are many farms near Changchun Garden and Yuanmingyuan. Whenever the farming is slack, there will be villagers walking around with dung skips and dung shovels in their hands.

Generally, they pick up horse dung, cow dung, dog dung, and camel dung is the best, because it is a big thing.

The larger manure picked up can be used as fuel, and the smaller manure can be used as fertilizer in the field.

Generally, those who come out to pick up dung are elderly farmers, or children of seven or eight years old.

Lao Ji just turned 54 this year, just the right age.

After carefully recalling the working scene of the excrement pickers I saw when collecting folk songs, I devoted myself to this work.

Just bowing his waist, carrying the dung bucket on his back, walking forward, while constantly moving his eyes back and forth on the road.

I also have that hatred in my heart.

Already set a small goal for the rest of my life.

Just don't do anything, just stare at your Taishanghuang, if you can't kill the Taishanghuang, kill yourself!
Never die.

The pursuers came soon.

Dozens of cavalry on bicycles looked like the Mongolian security team over at Changchun Garden.

"Shut up!"

The leader of the team was Fu Zhongtang's own son, Mr. An Mu, who was extremely anxious at this time, because if Quan Beizi escaped from him, he would not only be useless in front of Uncle Jia Liu, but also let him be in front of Uncle Jia Liu. Ma felt ashamed in front of her.

If he, Ama, goes crazy, who knows if he will do stupid things like destroying relatives righteously.

Damn, what a ghost!

Who would have thought that in a small garden, five or six groups of jailbreakers would come at night.

It seems that it is not An Mu and Er Niang who know the importance of Quan Beizi, but how many other parties.

It is not yet clear who the power that raided the garden at night belongs to, but one thing An Mu is sure of is that his good Ama is in a very dangerous situation because he insists on fighting Sixth Uncle to the end.

Now the only chance to save his father and son, and save the capital, is to snatch Quan Beizi, and his good nephew, Anmu, will send Uncle Six to his place in person.

In this way, even if the sixth uncle still hated him for his misbehavior and ignorance of the general situation, he would give his nephew a chance to start a new life.

But now that Quan Beizi has been robbed by someone, do you think An Mu is in a hurry!
Spotting an old man picking up dung on the side of the road in front of him, he couldn't help but stop, pointed his horsewhip at the old man, and asked, "My fellow, do you see a donkey cart passing by?"

"Look, I see!"

The emperor is not benevolent, don't blame Lao Ji for being unrighteous!

Lao Ji resolutely pointed the stick in the direction where the emperor was driving away, and replied to the officer in a very positive tone: "It hasn't been long before, and you will definitely be able to catch up if you follow this direction."

"Is it?"

An Mu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly raised his whip and shouted orders: "Have you heard that, hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, he put his legs together and galloped forward.

After running a few steps, he stopped his mount suddenly, turned his head to look up and down at the old dung picker, and shouted: "My fellow, raise your head up."

Ok?
Lao Ji's heart sank, knowing that he might have been exposed, but he didn't dare not to do so, so he could only pretend to be calm and raised his head to let the officer see clearly.

His expression was naive with a touch of awe.

People's instinctive reaction to officials.

I have to say that Lao Ji has real skills. Not only can he speak well, make up things, but he is also very good at details.

He is a pentathlon talent.

Unfortunately, no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot escape a seasoned hunter.

"Isn't this Mr. Ji? Since when have you been acting like this?"

With a wave of An Mu's hand, several security guards got off their horses immediately and surrounded Lao Ji.

Lao Ji also withered, and did not make any senseless resistance, because he also found out that the officer leading the team was Anmu, the youngest son of the rich thief Lehun.

Still a little unwilling in his heart, he asked An Mu how he found out that he was wrong.

An Mu smiled, and pointed at Lao Ji's belly with the whip: "He has a thick neck and a big belly, he's either a cook or an official."

Lao Ji was taken aback, and looked down at his belly, which was about seven or eight months pregnant, and shook his head helplessly. No matter how good the software is without hardware support, it won't work.

When he raised his head again, he managed to squeeze out a smile, and said awkwardly: "What you want to arrest is Jia Daquan, what does it have to do with me, and I won't tell you where Jia Daquan has gone."

Upon hearing this, An Mu hurriedly ordered his men to go after Quan Beizi, but they went in another direction.

It seems that this is not believing in Ji Xiaolan at all.

Lao Ji saw that this was not good. Isn't this a bastard who is cheap to the emperor, but An Mu doesn't believe him as a traitor at all, so what can he do?
Now think about your fate.

Just the crime of being an important minister of the court but openly telegraphing the whole country to attack the emperor is enough to blow his head three times.

Before thinking about it, An Mu suddenly stepped forward and whispered to him: "Master Ji, can I take a step to speak?"

"Ok?"

Lao Ji's heart moved, Lao Fu, the youngest son, could it be that he has a flamboyant heart?

The result is true.

An Mu actually said that his father, Lao Fu, has become a madman and an old fool, and he is determined to fight against Uncle Jia Liu, but An Mu has a heart for Uncle Jia Liu.

The purpose of bringing people to Changchun Garden this time is not to kill Quan Beizi, but to hand over all three of Quan Beizi's family to Uncle Jia Liu, and by the way, Ama will make amends to Uncle Liu on his behalf, and strive for leniency in the future.

"Hey, hey! Why didn't this kid say it earlier!"

Lao Ji slapped his thigh and stomped his feet, as if he had just wiped his ass on the 500 million lottery ticket.

This made An Mu look dazed, and when he realized that the direction Ren Lao Ji had pointed to was correct, he went mad on the spot, regretting so much that his intestines turned green.

I will send someone to chase after this, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up!
At this time, Drew came to report quickly, saying that the woman caught just now was crying and screaming, dying.

The reason is that the woman's child, that is, Quan Beizi's youngest son, was already rolling his eyes when he was startled, and if he didn't hurry up and send him to the city to have a look at the doctor, he probably wouldn't be able to keep the child.

"Then what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and send it to the city to find a doctor!"

An Mu has lost Sixth Uncle's own father, so how dare he let Sixth Uncle's own brother die by his own hands?

Even though it really has nothing to do with him, but the yellow mud covered his crotch, it's either shit or shit.

"Wait a minute,"

Lao Ji, who was stomping his feet in a hurry just now, grabs the anxious An Mu and asks if the father and son can take a step to talk.

After moving around, he looked around, lowered his voice and said calmly to the person: "Nephew, listen to Uncle, let's send that child to the city in a few hours."

When An Mu thought about how this would work, he quickly shook his head: "Master Ji, no, no, that child is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lao Ji raising his hand, and said earnestly: "Nephew, you just listen to my uncle in this matter, you don't know how deep and muddy the water is here, if you really want to mess around , you don’t even know how you died.”

"Drive, drive, drive!"

The morning glow has turned into a red sun, and the Taishanghuang is still trying to drive away the old donkey.

The donkey cart passed by, raising black smoke all the way.

Pedestrians dodged in fright.

The sound of the wind and the cranes, the grass and trees are full of soldiers, and the paranoia are not enough to describe Daquan's state of mind at this time.

Finally, a city appeared in front of him.

According to limited information, Daquan judged that it was his son's sphere of influence.

Because he has driven dozens of kilometers.

When he thought of the huge burden he was carrying and all the sacrifices he had made for the country, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and then the old man drove a donkey cart straight to the bottom of the city, shouting to the city: "Open the door, I'm here!" It's the Supreme Emperor! Open the door quickly, I am the Supreme Emperor!"

A line of characters on the top of the city gate is so conspicuous in the sun - "Welcome to the people of Changping!"

(End of this chapter)