Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

()"What?"

After hearing this, the tax official subconsciously looked at Ximen Qing's raised right hand, and immediately flew into a rage.

"How dare you get rid of it at this point"

The tax official hadn't even uttered the word "pastime", Ximen Qing scowled.

"Sorry, you got the wrong answer!"

Ximen Qing flung his arm away, and slapped it with his outstretched palm with lightning speed.

The target is naturally the fat face of the tax official.

At that moment, the tax official was stunned, watching the slap in the face dumbly, with only one thought in his mind.

"It's not real I must be dreaming!"

"Snapped!"

How loud was the slap in the face, the two soldiers behind the tax official were stunned for a moment, and even the tax official, as the person involved, reached out and touched the swollen left cheek in a daze.

The scene was silent, and the people who watched the excitement in the past looked at each other, and no one dared to speak out.

Most people feel that their three views have begun to collapse.

As a businessman, facing the blackmail of the city gate tax official, instead of offering money or begging, he stretched out his hand and slapped the tax official.

This kind of thing is as incomprehensible as the official family going out of the palace to visit the kiln.

Isn't Fen Dai from Sangong Sixth Hospital not enough to be favored by the officials?

Wait, this analogy is not very appropriate.

Because the official family went out of the palace to visit the kilns, but it was an open secret that they went to Li Xingshou's place on Maxing Street.

After a few breaths, the people watching began to secretly discuss with great interest.

"This businessman is not simple. Could it be that some adult made a private visit on a whim?"

The common people secretly guessed the truth of the incident, and some even boldly predicted that Wu Song and Sun Erniang were the young adult's guards.

"Female guards are really rare"

"Although that big guy of yours serves the same as you and me, but wherever you stop, the guards of the imperial army are not so majestic."

The whispers of the common people spread along the wind to the ears of the tax collector, which surprised him.

"Who the hell are you?" the tax official asked cautiously, covering his fat and swollen face.

This tax official was promoted to such a fat post after spending a lot of money to entrust his grandfather to sue nainai half a year ago.

After spending a lot of money, it is natural to get it back, not to mention that the tax official has to pay [-]% of the money he gets every month.

However, in this city of Tokyo, the small role of city gate tax official is just a lowly soldier and crab general. The saying "If you don't come to Bianliang, Tokyo, you don't know that you are a small official" is really the truth.

Who knows which adult's relative came in from the city gate one day?Even a housekeeper and tax collector can't afford to mess with it.

Therefore, while the tax officials are making a lot of money, they also maintain a high degree of vigilance, for fear of making a wrong step.

This is why after being severely slapped in the face, the tax official's reaction was not to get angry, nor to call the soldiers to do something, but to ask a calm question first.

Last month, my colleagues at the Weizhou Gate in the west stopped the cart that was giving gifts to Zhu Taiwei because of carelessness.

"Merchants from Qinghe County." Ximen Qing wiped his palm on the tax official's official uniform with a smile that was not a smile: "This is the end of the wine sale."

"Then why did you hit me!"

The tax official's face suddenly changed, and he was furious.

"It turns out that it's just a merchant who is so courageous!"

The adoring eyes of the people next to him began to turn into pity: "I'm afraid I can't keep these wines."

"Your Excellency, there is a mosquito on your face." Ximen Qing still had that grinning look on his face, which made the tax officer a little confused: "You look like it's swollen, don't you?"

The tax official immediately put down his hand covering his face, trembling with anger, he thought it was a great character, but it turned out he was just an insane guy who really came to tease himself.

"My lord, what should I do?" A soldier asked.

"Catch it!" The tax official was teased back and forth, like a firecracker being fired, and his extended finger almost missed Ximen Qing's face: "Catch them all, and all goods will be confiscated!"

"Order!"

Two soldiers came forward with steel knives in their hands, and the tax official yelled again: "Is there anyone else who will go with me!"

There were about a dozen soldiers at the gate of the city. After hearing the tax official's order, they ignored the others and came over one after another, ready to attack.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha!" On the cart behind Ximen Qing, Shi Qian couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw the happy place, patting the wine jar and laughing.

"What's going on, another madman?"

The tax official was furious, and pointed at Shi Qian, who was rolling with laughter: "That fellow has a mischievous eyebrow, he is not a good person at first glance, so take it down with me first!"

"Wait a minute!" Ximen Qing, who was a bit disturbed by Shi Qian, yelled, took out the waist card from his bosom at the right time, and brought it straight to that fat face.

"You can recognize this badge!"

The tax official's fat body shook suddenly.

Waist card?

To be honest, the tax official's eyes in that waist card were too close, although they couldn't focus normally, but the waist card was correct.

The tax official was shocked, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

wrong!All wrong!

With a waist badge by his side, even the humblest official is not something he can afford.

Waist badges can be said to be a symbol of status, with which you can enter and exit some places.

And those are places that the tax collector can't squeeze into even if he breaks his head.

The tax official stiffened his neck and tried to focus his eyes. The unique pattern made him recognize it immediately: "Adults with small eyes can't see Mount Tai"

Seeing the sudden change in the situation between the enemy and ourselves, those soldiers stopped one by one.

"Recognized?" Ximen Qing asked with a smile.

"I recognize it." The tax official's eyes have become veritable cross-eyed under the effort of focusing.

Imperial City Division!

The tax official suddenly felt his legs go limp, and he knew exactly what the Secretary of the Imperial City was doing.

As long as the official of the Imperial City Division in front of him gets angry, he will die in the Imperial City Division Prison.

Very decisively, the tax official raised his fat hands and slapped himself left and right.

"Damn the villain! The villain slaps his own mouth!"

Whether it was the soldiers, the onlookers, or the porters, they were all deeply shocked.

The usual Jiaozi also fell to the ground with this movement.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Ximen Qing took two steps back, crossed his hands and coldly counted for the tax official.

"one!"

"two!"

"twenty!"

Even if the tax official slapped himself in the face, he would be exhausted after twenty, and his whole body would be shaking with fat.

Is the fat face covered with sweat, or is it the oil and water from his fan?

"If you want [-] guan, then [-] guan will be considered cheap for you." Ximen Qing looked at the tax official who was beating more and more slowly, and reached out and tapped the soldier behind the tax official: "He can't move anymore." That's it, you guys do the rest for him."

The soldiers looked at each other, wondering if they should obey, the tax official gasped and shouted: "Why don't you come here and wait for death!"

Now that the people who were beaten had said it, two soldiers stepped forward to hold the tax official back, and one soldier rolled up his sleeves: "My lord, this is what you asked for yourself, you can't settle accounts after the autumn."

The tax official saw that Ximen Qing's feet were nailed into the ground, and he shouted, "Hurry up!"

The soldier swallowed, swung his arms round and bowed left and right, and fought very seriously.

I have to say that the strength of this hand is not the same as that of the tax official himself.

Within three or five blows, that fat face almost began to deform.

While beating, the soldiers counted responsibly.

"thirty!"

"Fifty!"

"My lord is done slapping his mouth." The soldier tentatively reported back to Ximen Qing after finishing the beating.

Since tax officials are called adults, it is always right to call themselves adults.

"Well, you are very responsible." Ximen Qing looked at the tax official who had passed out, picked up the usual handout from the ground, and stuffed it in the soldier's hand: "Here is a reward for you to drink tea."

"Thank you sir!"

"Let's go, let's go into the city!" Ximen Qing touched the Lei Gongshi on his waist and ordered loudly.

Suddenly bursts of applause broke out among the people watching around.

"Good fight!"

"Too enjoyable!"

"Which yamen's lord is this? He's really helping us in the early days!"

"I want to smoke this guy every time I come here, thank you sir!"

Ximen Qing jumped on his horse, waved to the people, and led the wine delivery team away.

Listening to the words of the common people and seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, the soldiers suddenly felt that they had done a lot of bad things under the hands of the tax official.

Very naturally, the two soldiers holding the tax official let go of their hands, allowing the unconscious tax official to slump on the ground, and went back to his post at the gate of the city without paying attention.

At this time, of course, the farther away from the target that the people hate, the better.

When the people entering and leaving the city gate passed by the fat body on the ground, they lined up in an orderly manner to spit on the tax official.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers were very thankful that they had made the right move just now.

"Brother, you did a great job." Shi Qian on the drum gave a thumbs up.

Ximen Qing shook his head with a smile and said, "Officials like this are as numerous as the sands of the Yellow River in the whole country. I did this just as a matter of convenience. If I want to solve the problem fundamentally, it is difficult."

Sun Erniang laughed and said: "My family doesn't understand the truth, if people like this come to my store, they will naturally kill them one by one."

"This kind of thing is easy to deal with, but the rot is rotten at the root." Ximen Qing shook the majestic inner city palace in the distance with a horsewhip: "I will do my best to do it."

Wu Song was silent after hearing this, and then said after a while: "If I had known this, it would be better to be happy on Liangshan."

"Liangshan and Liangshan are not peaceful." Ximenqing reminded Wu Song, "Where is Liangshan as long as there is a heart?"

"As long as there is a heart, where is it not Liangshan?"

Wu Song repeated these words three or five times in his heart, and his eyes suddenly glowed eagerly: "Brother is right! As long as this heart is still there, whether it is Tokyo Bianliang or other places, it is Liangshan!"

Ximen Qing laughed loudly, turned around and asked the fortune teller Jiang Jing, "Mr. Jiang, I don't know where I'm going to stay tonight?"

Jiang Jing heard the voices of Ximen Qing, Wu Song, and Sun Erniang, and said with a wry smile: "Master, this is not Qinghe County, so let's talk behind closed doors."

"To the south of the city, there is a good inn in Tianshui Lane. To the west is the Daxiangguo Temple, and the environment is quiet."

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter 190 Nine Slaps in the Face and Slaps in the Face:

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