"And me, and me!"

Sun Jianan saw that Nangong Xiaohong had the heart to fulfill Liu Qing, and he forgot Nangong Xiaohong's identity while being excited and urgent, and he didn't know that there was disrespect in his words. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Qing saw that Sun Jianan didn't know that he had committed the crime of disrespect, and immediately knelt down for him to plead: "Jianan, he is not usually a reckless person, but today he was shocked by the emperor's kindness, so he collided with the emperor, and asked the emperor to forgive him!"

Liu Qing's plea made Sun Jianan sober up, and then knelt down and said, "Please forgive the emperor!"

"With such a big hat on my head, can I still condemn you?

Liu Qing and Sun Jianan didn't dare to go against Nangong Xiaohong's holy will and got up, but the worry in their hearts still did not retreat.

Nangong Xiaohong saw that the two of them were uncomfortable, and said to Gao Hongyi: "It seems that my accomplishment is not a reckless man for Kochi County, but a brave and resourceful man and a strategist. ”

Nangong Xiaohong obviously agreed to Liu Qing and Sun Jianan's plea, and when the two knelt down again to thank them, they were stopped by Nangong Xiaohong: "Okay, I want to say something to King Xuan, this is not Yuncheng, you can't communicate with other officials, just take a casual walk in Lin Zhen first." ”

"Yes, the villain is leaving!" The two people who were able to exit the lobby breathed a sigh of relief and went to Liu Hui and a few others.

Liu Hui is not difficult to find, as soon as the group entered Guangyuan Restaurant, they met Fan Pang's mother and son. Except for Liu Qing and Sun Jianan, who entered the lobby with Ma Qinghu, who escorted the Lan brothers, the others were originally waiting outside for Nangong Xiaohong's summons.

didn't want Lan Guirong to admit his guilt easily, so Liu Hui and the three went to the kitchen with Fan Pang's mother and son to help.

In fact, Nangong Xiaohong took the two of them, not because he really thought that the two of them were in the way, but because he felt that the two of them would be uncomfortable here, so he let the two of them leave first.

Everything is going in a smooth direction here, and Ma Qinghu's side also arrived at the fence city just after noon.

As soon as he entered the gate of the fence city, Ma Qinghu felt as if he had entered the city of thieves.

Either the shouts of the servants insulting the poor people, or the expulsion of all kinds of hawkers, and the sound of ruffians collecting debts from the shops.

Just as Ma Qinghu was worried about who to ask about Bian Zhixian's residence, he heard the sound of a carriage rampage.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Seeing the ordinary people who kept avoiding it, Ma Qinghu knew that for such a thing, it was already accustomed to the people here.

Looking at the ordinary people who kept avoiding, Ma Qinghu was very worried about their safety. The so-called good and bad spirits, almost ten meters away from Ma Qinghu, an old man holding a one-month-old baby hurriedly avoided the carriage.

The old man's legs and feet are not as dexterous as the young man's, and he is still holding a baby in his hand, so the scene can be imagined.

Ma Qinghu wanted to step forward to save people, but the speed of the carriage and the distance he was in, there was no time to save people, even so Ma Qinghu still lost the reins of his horse in his hand, and galloped towards the old man on tiptoe.

When the carriage was about to crash into the old man, someone took a quick step and took the old man and the baby in his hand to a safe place.

Seeing that someone had saved the old man and the baby, Ma Qinghu breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know if he came to the carriage by inertia or deliberately, so Ma Qinghu took advantage of the situation and gave the rampaging horse a palm.

For a while, words such as "bold!" and "looking for death!" were endless.

After Ma Qinghu stepped aside, he saw the curtain marked with the word "fence" on the carriage, and knew in his heart who was sitting in the carriage.

The reason why it was assumed that there was someone in the carriage was because the sound of "Look for death!" came from the carriage.

Judging from the sound of the coachman holding the horses in time and the carriage just now, whether it is the coachman or the people in the carriage, they all have martial arts.

"Lang Lang Qiankun, as the magistrate of Licheng County, let his coachman let the carriage run rampant in the streets and alleys of the downtown area, and regard the lives of the people as grass mustard, I don't know who is bold? Who is looking for death?"

The horses were attacked by the people who were alive, and the coachman thought that some bold and reckless man had come in the name of righteousness, but the person in front of him not only recognized the sign of the carriage, but also was so calm and unhurried, that the well-informed coachman knew that today's events were difficult to do, so he did not dare to speak easily.

Cong Yimin couldn't imagine that the person who caused him to be almost shaken out of the carriage was not an ordinary reckless man, so he opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Although the person with a bottomless smile on the side gives people the impression that he is a simple and dull person, judging from the person's fearless and unkind words just now, Cong Yimin knows that this is just a superficial phenomenon.

While Cong Yimin was looking at Ma Qinghu, Ma Qinghu was also looking at Cong Yimin.

The white and clean face is like a scholar, plus a cyan scholar's robe and scholar's hat, giving people the feeling of a scholar. Of course, the premise is to remove the gloom in his eyes.

"May I ask who your Excellency is, why do you want to stand in the way of this official?" Although his tone was calm, Ma Qinghu could still hear the tyrannical atmosphere.

"Lord Zhixian is really ridiculous, it was obviously Lord Zhixian's carriage that went on a rampage, and I almost crashed into the air, how can I say that I blocked the way of Lord Zhixian?"

"You are bold! Don't toast, don't eat and drink, and leave quickly if you know each other! This official doesn't have the patience to spend time with you here!"

"You don't have time to waste, just right, I don't have time to waste either, then let's fight quickly!"

Before Cong Yimin could react to what Ma Qinghu meant, he saw that Ma Qinghu had already taken out the knife from behind his back and raised the knife to slash over.

Ma Qinghu said that he would fight, Cong Yimin was a little confused, and narrowly dodged a knife. Without waiting for Cong Yimin to stand firm or prepare to meet the enemy, Ma Qinghu's second sword was already in front of him.

I only felt a flash of cold light, a cold neck, and I didn't feel any pain yet, Cong Yimin only felt that his head had left his head.

Cong Yimin didn't know who killed him or why he wanted to kill him.

"You, you, you!" looked at Cong Yimin, who was staring at him and staring at him deadly, and the coachman didn't know what to say.

Ma Qinghu did not pay attention to the stunned coachman, but said to the people who saved the old man and the baby: "Are you Bian Zhixian?" Although it was a question, it was very affirmative.

"Yes. Bian Zhixian was also very curious, who was the person in front of him who dared to attack Cong Yimin, who had insight into everything.

"Bian Zhixian takes the order!" was affirmed, and Ma Qinghu took out the token given to him by Nangong Xiaohong.

Seeing a small sword about the size of a dagger with a yellow scabbard engraved with a dragon pattern, Bian Zhixian immediately knelt down and said, "Long live my king, long live, long live!"

"Lan Guirong, the prefect of Fanzhou, disregarded the law and allowed his relatives and friends to bully the people during his tenure, causing many innocent people to lose their lives in vain. This unfaithful and unrighteous person is not worthy of being the official of the parents of a continent, and from today onwards, Bian Zhixian, the former magistrate of Licheng County, will take his place!

"Thanksgiving!"

Because what he held in his hand was not a real holy decree, Nangong Xiaohong's token could not be given as a holy decree. Ma Qinghu cleverly handed over the copywriting given by Nangong Xiaohong along with the token to He Bingcheng.

Looking at the copywriting in his hand and the sudden official fortune, Bian Zhixian looked dazed.