"Turnips, bring the fish." Murong Qingran ignored this inexplicable county magistrate and ordered Radish to bring the fish basket.

"Yes, miss." The radish struggles to carry the fish basket on its back.

Murong Qingran took out the last silver ticket and handed it to the old man who sold the fish, the old man smiled, he had sold fish all his life, and he had never sold it at such a high price, and the money given by this young lady was enough for him to eat and drink in the next life.

"Thank you, Miss, thank you, Miss." The old man thanked him for his kindness and left.

"A silver ticket for these two koi fish, it's worth it, it's worth it!" Feng Xianling was full of praise.

Radish said secretly, a normal person knows that it is not cost-effective to exchange a silver ticket for two fish, this kind of thing, and his young lady can do it, even if the county order does not persuade the young lady, he keeps praising the young lady, either with bad intentions or with a sick brain.

"Two nobles, go with this county, what's the matter, if it weren't for the two nobles who looked down on this county and wouldn't give this county this face." Feng Xianling pretended to be angry, but when the county ya's yacha wanted to arrest the thirteen princes, Murong Qingran, and the three of them, Feng Xianling began to scold the yacha again, "Catch, catch, catch, you like to arrest people at every turn, look, look at the people around here, it's not that you are scared by a few of you, and the county has not done anything, so you have become the county master that everyone is afraid of." Get out, get out of the way. ”

The county magistrate of the county government was at a loss and took a few steps back.

It was a county order with a bit of temperament, and Murong Qingran and the thirteenth prince glanced at each other.

The thirteenth prince hugged his fists and said, "When you first come to your county, how dare you let the county order spend money." ”

"Eh, you are the nobles of this county, how can there be any such thing as breaking the bank." When Feng Xianling's hands danced, several copper plates fell out of his cuffs, and he hurriedly bent down to pick them up, the eyes of the thirteenth prince became dark, and Murong Qingran was also surprised, how could the ribbon exposed on Feng Xianling's waist be exactly the same as the octagonal, could it be that he was also a cultivator.

But can a cultivator still come out and become an official again?

Murong Qingran had doubts in his heart, but remembering that Qi Yu, the head of the Qishan faction, was still the national teacher of the dynasty, it was not surprising that there were disciples under his sect who joined the WTO as officials.

Perhaps, this Qishan sect of cultivation will be born and enter the world.

In fact, the intricacies within the Qishan faction are far from what Murong Qingran can imagine, Qishan is in charge of the sect and doesn't care about things, and the people in charge are the four real people of Zixu, Ziyuan, Zichen, and Ziyin, and among these four, the master of the octagon, Ziyuan Zhenren, is drunk all day long, and he can't manage much, so the real ones in charge are the three real people of Zixu, Zichen, and Ziyin.

Even Murong Qingran found out, as a disciple of the Qishan faction, the thirteenth prince naturally also discovered the strangeness of this Feng County order, the copper plates that fell out were very smooth, as if they were often held in their hands, and they kept rubbing, if they were ordinary copper plates, they would have already smelled of copper, but these copper coins did not.

The only explanation is that these copper plates were most likely used for divination.

The thirteenth prince was startled, and then flipped his hands and performed a Taoist salute.

Feng Xianling looked at the Thirteenth Prince strangely and said, "What is this?" ”

Not a disciple of the Taoist sect, the thirteenth prince saw that Feng Xianling did not react at all to his Taoist ceremony, and he was puzzled, he had a Taoist ribbon of the Qishan faction hidden around his waist, and knew the divination technique that the third master Bo Zichen Zhenren was best at, of course, if he only knew divination, he might not suspect him, after all, there are many people who can divinate in this world, but how can the Taoist ribbon be explained?

This Feng County Decree is definitely a disciple of the Daomen, why doesn't he admit it.

The thirteenth prince changed his mind, "Since the county commander has warmly invited, we are disrespectful. ”

"Okay, okay, go with the county right away." Feng Xianling was happy, and said to the county government behind him, "Don't follow, go back to the county government." This county is a poor county order, who can still plot against this county. ”

Murong Qingran turned around and left, and the thirteenth prince hurriedly grabbed her, "Come with me." In order to prevent Murong Qingran from slapping him, this time the thirteenth prince had already prepared, and pulled her right hand tightly, if he didn't hold on to her, he couldn't do it, he was slapped by a woman on the street, where did he put his face.

Syllable......

Unexpectedly, Murong Qingran still left hand.

Feng Xianling was so shocked that her mouth opened wide, a woman who was so violent.

"Let it go." Murong Qingran stared at her right hand that was being grasped by the Thirteenth Prince, indeed, her left hand was relatively weak, but it didn't mean that her left hand was useless.

The thirteenth prince Junrong was angry and red, but the big hand that was holding Murong Qingran's right hand was pulled tighter, "If you have the ability, you can fan again!" ”

At this time, Murong Qingran was deterred.

Beat the thirteenth son, how dare Murong Qingran, the reason why she would slap him every time was because he touched her, probably because he had been guarding against Murong He's despicable uncle in the Hou Mansion, and over time, it evolved into a habit of slapping all the men who touched her.

But the thirteenth prince is not Murong He after all, nor is he one of those greedy sons, Murong Qingran sneered, "Aren't you going to eat, it just so happens that I'm hungry." ”

Let an arrogant and indifferent woman take the initiative to curry favor, this is more difficult than ascending to the sky, the thirteenth prince does not expect Murong Qingran to say sorry to him, she can agree to him euphemistically, it is an extra heavenly grace, the thirteenth prince does not force her, some things, always have to come step by step, such as she often likes to slap him, he must think of a way to correct her, it is good that there are no outsiders at this time, if you see acquaintances, or are known by those royal brothers who tell right and wrong, this demon girl, she has a few heads enough to cut off.

The thirteenth prince has a calm face, although Murong Qingran doesn't have much strength in his left hand, and it doesn't hurt to slap him, and it won't leave anything on his face, but this is related to the dignity of a man, and he is also the dignified King of Chu, he has been slapped several times by Murong Qingran in the past two days, and the black-clothed guards under his hand have all seen it, while the thirteenth prince is angry, he doesn't know what to do with Murong Qingran, and he fans it back, as if he is reluctant, but if he can't do it, he is too sloppy, It is estimated that Xiao Yan, the master and nephew, laughed at him to death in his heart.

The people on the street looked over frequently, and saw that the thirteenth prince's face was even redder.

"Hey, such a handsome son, he turned out to be a fear of guilt. Hehe......" a woman with a basket of vegetables in her hand smiled, "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it." ”

"Bolt girl, people are flirting, you don't understand this." The other woman also covered her mouth and laughed, "Look, that young lady hitting Childe in the face is the same as touching Childe, can it be considered a beating?" ”

……

Murong Qingran was annoyed when he heard this, and looked coldly at the women who were chewing their tongues.

"Go, go, go." Several women were frightened and fled by a glance in Murong Qingran's cold eyes.

The thirteenth prince paleated a little more when he heard this, and comforted himself in his heart, well, this should not be a beating, but a touch.

"Lord Prefectural, lead the way." The thirteenth prince dragged Murong Qingran forward.

Murong Qingran struggled several times, tried to raise his left hand several times, and finally gave up. R1154