Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 490 Yancheng Liwei
"Like... you mean that Nangong Feng belongs to Xiahou Hualing and him..." Mu Qingyang said with her eyes widened in disbelief.

"The age is just right, isn't it?" Si Xingchen said dispensably.

"Then, do you want to tell senior brother about these things?" Mu Qingyang asked after thinking about it.

Si Xingchen shook his head and laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Do you think there is anything that can be hidden from the eyes of senior brother?"

"Okay, I won't tell you here, I'm going back to the camp for dinner." Then he turned and left.

But this time Si Xingchen guessed wrong. To be precise, Gongsun Heng did send someone to the East China Sea to secretly bring Nangong Feng back by taking advantage of the banditry in the East China Sea. Unfortunately, he underestimated Nangong Feng's ability and sent His men missed, and although Nan Gongfeng avoided his men, he also lost contact with the army during that naval battle, and there has been no news of him until now.

When Mo Tingye and his party arrived at Baiyue City, the East China Sea Pass, they were prepared for the battle here, and they were really surprised.

Dongfang's policy has always been to support trade with the outside world, and the Baiyue City in the East China Sea is the most prosperous and bustling city. There is a constant stream of merchants coming and going from south to north, but now it is only two months. However, there is only an empty city left in the city, with ruined walls and ruins, starving for thousands of miles.

"It seems that the situation is far worse than we imagined. The defenders of the East China Sea have all retreated to Yancheng, and now the old, weak, sick and disabled are left in the city. Are we really not going to Yancheng to transfer troops?" Feng Zhiyao was a little worried asked.

Mo Tingye sneered: "Of course I have to go, but before that, I have to be aware of the situation in Baiyue City."

After finishing speaking, he instructed Qi You: "You take a small team along the seaside to investigate the situation, find out the pattern of the bandits' appearance and appearance in the past two months, and return to Yancheng to meet us before sunset."

"Yes, this subordinate takes orders!" Qi You led the people away immediately.

"The others will go to Yancheng with this king!" Mo Tingye ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The situation in Yancheng is quite different, the guards are in groups of three or four, those who gamble, those who drink and drink, there is no sense of urgency in the battle preparation, and the anger in people's chests is "cracking!" run away.

Feng Zhiyao secretly took a look at Mo Tingye, and saw that his eyes were dark and bottomless, and the aura around him became cold and severe again, obviously he was really angry.

"Go to the Garrison."

With an order, the group immediately rode their horses towards the city's garrison mansion.

At this moment, the garrison mansion is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the doors are full of guests. Inside, there is music and beating, and the sound of gongs and drums is very lively.

Mo Tingye narrowed his eyes, tightened the reins and got off the horse, and rushed in with the people, but was stopped by the housekeeper at the door:

"Hey, hey, who are you? Do you understand etiquette? This is the Yancheng Garrison Mansion. It's not a place for you to come. Today is a day of great joy for our garrison masters. Hurry up and go!" They blast away.

Mo Tingye's footsteps paused slightly, and he glanced at him with cold purple eyes, then ignored him and walked straight in.

Just this one glance was enough to make him tremble with fear, but when he thought of the command of the guard, he insisted on going forward to stop him: "Who the hell are you all, who only pick our lord's happy day to come and provoke trouble?"

Before Mo Tingye could make a move, Mo Han's violent temper came up. He stepped forward and broke his wrist in two steps. The housekeeper immediately wailed in pain, and cursed at the servants in the mansion while shouting: "Look! What are you looking at, you are blind, don’t you hurry up and take him down! Ouch, it hurts me to death!”

The servants rushed forward immediately with sticks, Mo Tingye said coldly: "It's too noisy, Mo Han, tell them to shut up!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of servants who were holding sticks and showing off their power just now were lying on the ground in disorder, crying for their father and mother in pain, and they didn't even see how they made a move.

There was too much commotion outside, and all the guests who came to congratulate him looked at each other in blank dismay. Some of the clever ones smelled something wrong, and hurriedly wanted to take advantage of the chaos to slip away, but they were surrounded by Cang who had already surrounded the mansion. The wolf was caught right away, but the prince ordered that today's Yancheng Garrison Mansion is allowed to enter and not allowed to leave!
Inside, Liu Guozheng, the prefect who was busy paying homage to marry a concubine in room No. 18, saw the officer of ceremonies suddenly stop, and there was a lot of noise outside. Go see what's going on outside!"

With a sound of "Bang!", a man who had been beaten into a shapeless figure was thrown in front of him. Liu Guozheng looked down. Wasn't it the butler Liu who was showing off his power outside just now?

Immediately afterwards, a piercing and deep voice followed: "Liu Guozheng, Yong'an's 12th year's second-ranked Jinshi, the son-in-law of Yue Guogong Xin Yuanzheng, Mr. Liu has great official authority!"

Liu Guozheng looked up, and when he saw those purple eyes, his heart suddenly turned cold, his face turned pale, his knees softened, and he knelt down straight, tremblingly said: "Next... Xiaguan Liu Guozheng, the prefect of Yancheng, pay my respects to Xuan His Royal Highness!"

When the rest of the people heard King Xuan's name, they couldn't help but "thud!", and they also knelt down without saying a word. In the huge banquet hall, a large group of people knelt down.

Feng Zhiyao got angry when he saw Liu Guozheng at this moment, and couldn't help but sneered: "It turns out that Master Liu still knows that he is the prefect of Yancheng, and I think you have forgotten it!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Guozheng's face turned red and then turned pale, thinking about his identity in his heart, and forced an ugly smile: "Mr. Feng is joking, joking!"

Seeing that he had guessed his identity, Mr. Feng saw more sarcasm in his eyes: "Master Liu is not very good at governing a party, but his ability to observe words and emotions is really well-cultivated!"

Liu Guozheng knelt on the ground, his whole body was fat and trembling, but he still insisted on arguing: "My lord Mingjian, I have served as the prefect of Yancheng for 14 years. Although I dare not claim credit, I have been trembling all the time, and I have worked hard for the people of Yancheng..."

Liu Guozheng was still talking endlessly, Mo Tingye's cold and indifferent gaze stayed on him for a moment, then he moved away immediately, and said to Mo Bing lightly: "The car is cracked, and the tower is hanging dead."

Liu Guozheng froze on the spot, and did not react until Mo Bing made a move. He struggled desperately and cried, "My lord, my lord, please forgive me. Although this official has made a mistake, the crime is not worthy of death! I beg your lord to be merciful, please forgive me!" One life!"

Seeing that he was unmoved at all, Liu Guozheng couldn't help being anxious, and said without hesitation: "His Royal Highness, the next official is the second-rank official of the imperial court. According to the court law, even if you are a prince, you have no right to deal with it." Your subordinate—"

(End of this chapter)