Feng Ling turned his head to look at Han Meng, but saw that he was stunned and pestle in place, until the person who came raised his voice and reported again, he suddenly shook a spirit, woke up, and no longer cared about the two of Feng Ling and Buddha Nu, and ordered the guards to withdraw and reject the horse, while turning over on the horse, he had already urged the horse, and almost chased him to the barracks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In an instant, the horse that galloped in the distance sped in front of the wind spirit and the Buddha slave, raising a cloud of dust.

Buddha Nu covered his mouth and nose with one hand and scattered the dust with the other, "Auntie, I'm afraid there will be a big mess, let's go back." ”

I asked twice, but the wind spirit should not. As the dust subsided, Buddha Nu looked sideways at her, only to see her staring intently at the inside of the barracks.

In an instant, there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground in the barracks, and after less than half a cup of tea had just entered, he led Han Meng and several soldiers to gallop out again.

The horse, which was wrapped in thistle, had already withdrawn, and Fonu pulled the wind spirit back a few steps, and the dust was even worse, choking him and coughing. It was easy to wait for the dust to disperse, and before he could pat the dust off his head, the wind spirit had already stepped onto the horse, patted the horse's hips, and jumped out a few steps.

The Buddha had to get on the horse and rush forward, "Auntie, are you going to follow?" ”

"How can you miss such a lively scene." Feng Ling sat on the horse, and the corners of his delicate lips hooked a little ridicule: "The Bodhisattva has a spirit, and he said that he was stubborn and self-inflicted with his bitter fruits, and this is here." He didn't even allow me to finish a whole sentence, and he should have come and begged me to finish it today. ”

There was a dense circle of people in front of the Zhichong Mansion Office, no matter how the wind spirit stood on tiptoe, he couldn't get past those heads to see the situation in front of him, and there was a burst of chaos in the crowd from time to time, swearing, approving, sighing, and coaxing, and he couldn't tell the reason for it for a while.

Feng Ling looked around for a week, there was a restaurant on his left hand, a small two-story building, if he could watch from upstairs, he could just see the situation in front of the government office. At that moment, she led the Buddha slave into the restaurant and asked the shopkeeper for a private room upstairs.

The shopkeeper's face fell, and he bowed and bowed, "I'm really sorry, the private room upstairs has been asked to be taken care of today." If the two of them don't give up, the hall downstairs can be a quiet place for the two of them. ”

"Could it be that those people already knew that there would be a bustle in front of the government office today, and they took up the place early?" Buddha Nu furrowed his brow and glanced up the stairs in confusion.

"I didn't already know that." Feng Ling smiled coolly, raised a finger and pointed upward, "Who are you in the private room upstairs?" Seeing that the Buddha slave was still puzzled, and it was not appropriate to break it in front of the shopkeeper, she only moved her lips lightly and made a lip shape with the word "Suo".

The shopkeeper lost a lot of money, and Feng Ling took out a small gold cake of five taels that had been half hinged out from his arms and pushed it to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked at Huang Cancan's half of the golden cake in embarrassment, and looked up at Feng Ling a few times, seeing that she was a little lady's house, and her entourage was just a thin little house slave.

"If the little lady doesn't give up ......" the shopkeeper hesitated: "There is still a small one upstairs, and some replacement cups are stored on weekdays, which are inevitably smaller, but they are the cleanest ......."

Feng Ling smiled: "Naturally, if you don't give up, that's great." Yibi pushed the gold cake to the shopkeeper's hand again.

The shopkeeper answered, quickly put away the gold cakes, turned and led them upstairs.

The three private rooms upstairs were indeed closed with wooden doors, and through the wooden strips on the doors, it was vaguely visible that there was still a curtain hanging from the door, covering the situation inside.

Feng Ling followed the shopkeeper into a very small inner room, half-pushed the window and looked out, and couldn't help but rejoice, it was really a good position, leaning against the window, you could see the door of the Folding Chong Mansion Office and the front yard clearly.

The shopkeeper turned and walked out of the inner room, closed the wooden door lightly, and went downstairs.

But seeing a row of people kneeling in front of the vermilion lacquer gate of the government office, all dressed as well-dressed tenant farmers, led by the elders of the year, called one after another to ask to see the captain.

"These people are the tenants who were originally attached to the Suo family and cultivated the public land." Feng Ling whispered to the Buddha slave, "That Yin Monkey is really good at coming to trouble, and it is not an easy task to win over these people and make up his mind to oppose the official family." Let's see how to deal with it. ”

The government soldiers in front of the government office lined up arm in arm, acting as a human wall to separate the tenants from the gate of the government office, and also to separate the people who were watching and pointing out in layers.

Within a moment, a person hurriedly ran out of the vermilion lacquer gate, and Feng Ling recognized that it was Zhang Boyong, the commander of Dunhuang County.

"What a system this is!" Zhang Boyong didn't wait to stand firm, pointed to the row of kneeling people at the foot of the stone steps, and sighed angrily: "What are you going to do? All of them are more daring than fighting! What is the big grievance, I want to make trouble in front of the government office! Keeping muttering about seeing the captain, who do you compare to the captain? Is it also something that you can see if you want to see it? ”

The tenants kneeling underground didn't seem to be afraid of Zhang Boyong, but muttered more fiercely, "The villain is not making trouble, I just want to ask the captain to come out and see him, so that the villagers, old and young, can ask the captain in person, but ignore our hunger and hunger!" ”

Zhang Boyong shook the sleeves of his robe fiercely, raised his eyebrows and angrily reprimanded the old tenant in the lead: "Bold! But with your rhetoric of the people, I should reward you with twenty sticks for the captain!" ”

"You, you ......" Zhang Boyong seemed to be angry, and pointed at the tenants with trembling hands, "What kind of fields are those four hectares?" It's a public field! Who is Captain Yandu? Specially assigned by the DPRK and the Central Committee, the serious five-grade Zhichong Mansion Captain! Today's situation, to put it mildly, is to gather a crowd to make trouble and disrupt the government office. If you want to talk about it, it is to rebel and rebel and seek to seize the king's land! Today, I will leave these words here, and if I don't disperse quickly, when Captain Yan is angry, even if I kill you immediately, it is okay! ”

It's good not to say this, but as soon as you say it, don't say that it is those tenants who are already angry, and even the people who gathered around to watch the excitement were suddenly shocked, and at that moment, someone hid in the crowd and shouted: "If you want to be convicted and killed with a cane, there are always Tang Dynasty regulations, how can Du Wei be cut alone!" ”

This voice, like the small flame that lit the blasting rod on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, suddenly aroused the crowd of people gathered around, and everyone pointed to the vermilion lacquer gate of the government office to coax, although they couldn't hear what they were saying, just looking at the situation, I was afraid that the government soldiers guarding the army would not be able to resist for long, so they wanted to ask those people to rush into the government office.

"Phew! Bah! Feng Ling snorted a few times in a row, and slapped his palm on the window lattice, "The clever tongue is like a spring, and the face is thick!" This Zhang Boyong, where is he excusing the lieutenant, it is clear that he wants to set him on fire, I don't know what Zhang County's political achievements are, but he is a good hand at instigating chaos. ”

Feng Lingzheng cursed angrily, and suddenly the noise downstairs stopped abruptly as if it had been cut off by someone in unison.

Feng Ling hurriedly looked around, only to see a person standing in front of the vermilion lacquer gate at some point, with a dark robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows were not fierce, but he was not angry and arrogant.

As soon as he saw the arrogant appearance of Fu Yan, Feng Lingcai's thoughts of fighting for him suddenly disappeared. I thought to myself, if he could be a little polite in front of the barracks, at least he could listen to what she wanted, and he would not be as caught off guard as he was in front of him, let alone let the villain frame him plainly.

"A martial artist, in the end, shallow." The Wind Spirit snorted softly from the tip of her nose.