Fan Yu had never been teased like this, he was still a group of children in his eyes, his eyes were red with anger, his lips were closed, Xiao Yu'an looked at his belated backbone, and slowly paced in front of him, "Lord Fan still doesn't understand?" You're a dead end now, but it's just to give you a chance, do you really think that this son can't find it? ”

"Even if you walk out unharmed today, how many people will believe you? Those people outside were escorted away, and there is no guarantee that there will be people who can't stand the torture and say something, and what do adults have to rely on? ”

After getting along for a long time, Xiao Yu'an has now learned some of the fearlessness of the seventeenth, and a little bit of his original face can be seen between his eyebrows and eyes.

Fan Yu knew from the moment he entered the house that he was already dead, and now he was just dying.

He asked people to bring an official silver, the house was full of Praetorian Guards, all dressed in iron armor, Xiao Yu'an was a dignified son, and he would not carry such a large piece of silver on his body, so he fell into a dilemma, and finally the Praetorian Guards went out to shout and shout, and begged for one from Xie Chen, his family is also half a small imperial businessman, and it is not surprising that he has official silver.

Fan Yu took the silver, carefully compared it and put it in the middle of the threshold, and then pressed it lightly, the official silver was concave like this, and there was a sound of silver colliding several times and then falling crisply, and with this falling, the threshold returned to its original state, and there was no trace of cracks.

However, the wall that opened wide on his side was truthfully saying that everything just now did exist, and there were carved lines at the bottom of the official silver, and the ordinary silver could not open the mechanism, so I had to admit that this was a very rigorous mechanism, and ordinary people would never think that the official silver could be opened even if they thought of the silver.

Xiao Yu'an led a team of Praetorian Guards to follow behind Fan Yu, the wind from the dark corridor came from nowhere, blowing people's scalps numb, the dark corridor cannot be called a dark corridor, it can be said to be a small road, the road is flat and open, and the left and right sides are full of boxes, neatly stacked very high, giving people a sense of oppression.

The more he walked, the more ugly Xiao Yu'an's face became, the road was so long, and he had hidden so many official silvers along the way, and he didn't know what it would be like to reach the real underground official cellar in a while.

Even if he was prepared in his heart, he could see that the wide hall was full of boxes, and he was still frightened, and even the well-trained Praetorian Guards behind him couldn't help but sigh, which showed the sheer number.

Seeing this, Fan Yu wiped the sweat on his forehead, he didn't feel anything when he saw the number on the account book in the past, but now he also felt shocked when he saw it, I am afraid that it will be compared to the treasury.

"Xiao Shi 。。。。。。"

A sword stabbed into his left shoulder, causing him to slow down and look at the man holding the sword in amazement.

When Xiao Yu'an first saw such a 'grand occasion', he was furious, and a stream of qi and blood surged into his heart, and he couldn't suppress it, so he suddenly pulled the sword of the Praetorian Guard behind him and stabbed it into his shoulder, until he saw blood, and that anger was suppressed.

Drawing out the saber, a stream of hot blood gushed out, splashing on his face, adding a bit of gloom, Fan Yu seemed to have no support, and fell to the ground softly like flowing water.

No one cared about him, he watched his blood flow from his body little by little, soaking the boxes on the side, Xiao Yu'an asked someone to carry the boxes out, and as the first batch of boxes were carried out, he asked someone to drag him out.

Yiren looked at the box that was carried out, straightened his body, no one could see what was under her golden veil, only to see the man behind him holding an umbrella in one hand and climbing on her shoulder with the other, as if to appease.

Gao Qing closed his eyes in despair the moment the box was lifted.

Xiao Yu'an led the people to throw Fan Yu to the ground, and behind him was the Praetorian Guards carrying the boxes like a long line.

His face was indifferent, "Your Highness, the number is huge, and it will be difficult to liquidate it for a while and a half." ”

Iren didn't speak, his hand clasped on the table, and he knocked again and again, and the air fell into an eerie silence.

"Your Highness, please allow Jing Ming to invite himself, although Jing Ming is weak, he is willing to do his part."

Jing Ming cautiously glanced back at the matchmaker, as if she was worried that her recklessness would cause her trouble, the matchmaker looked at him lovingly, nodded approvingly, and said, "Go ahead." ”

This sentence gave him unlimited power.

Jing Ming came in a hurry with the matchmaker, and was placed aside by Seventeen, he has been silently paying attention to all this, although he is young, he can argue right from wrong, and he also knows his ambitions.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old child stood there quietly, behind him was a ruin, the young man's eyes were resolute, although the body, but it gave people a feeling of neither humility nor arrogance, if he grew up in the future, he had a career in the heart, and he was also the pillar of the country.

A teenager still has such a mind and courage, they have lived for half a lifetime, is it not as good as a little baby to live a famous life? Li Ruyan aroused the blood of the teenager, and pushed aside the crowd, "Li Ruyan, the grass people, please yourself."

Then Xie Chen, the old man in the long shirt, the scholar of the Sour Mansion, resolutely stepped forward, "The grass people thank Chen, please yourself." ”

"Old decay, please."

"Cao Shuwei, grass people, invite."

Seeing this, the people enthusiastically recommended themselves one by one, as if this was an incomparably glorious thing.

"Grass people Lu Chuan, please yourself."

"I'm an iron pillar, I have a lot of strength, count me as one."

"And me!"

"Me!"

"I 。。。。。。"

The new dynasty that the monarchs want will eventually come, and before that, there will be people who will sacrifice, and there will be people who will be mired in the quagmire, but now, behind them, are the people of Dayan, and the Yiren are waiting for the result she wants, and they are moved by it.

Only when everyone is involved will there be enough power in this matter, and only real feelings, the anger of the people can overturn all this.

It's just that she didn't expect that the first to come out was the little beggar, the kid Jingming who wanted to be a gentleman.

With Her Royal Highness the Princess's "Quasi", the crowd began to be restless, and they flocked to the Praetorian Guards, surrounding them in the middle.

Xie Chen looked at these Praetorian Guards, very wooden, and didn't see any action after being here for a long time, he was in business, and he started to arrange business in the house early, and he was very handy in arranging affairs, and he had to arrange everything in a moment.

The strong and sturdy son Lang followed behind the dragon tail of the Praetorian Guard, and moved the box out as quickly as possible in an assembly line way, with Li Ruyan as the leader of the talented people in charge of the record, and selected a person who looked clever among the people to take a capable person to count the official silver, he was responsible for coordinating the whole scene, and the woman and the woman spontaneously lit the lamp, added water and grinded.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the Praetorian Guards are so unexplained that they have been arranged by a person without rank and position, but they have no resentment in their hearts, there are fireworks and favors that the palace does not have, and at this moment they feel that they are no longer a cold ironclad guard, and their bodies are flowing with the same hot blood as them.

Xiao Yu'an watched from afar, there were people boiling, there was blood boiling, there was the desire of his heart, at this moment, he found his true self, found his own faith, he wanted to open up a new world for Dayan.

It took him twenty-three years to find his faith, but what about him? Did he find the little beggar who went north to join the army in search of faith in order to repay his kindness?

Look at him!

His heart was hot, his eyes were clear, his eyebrows were smiling, his fists were clenched, he had found it a long time ago, and he would fight for it all his life.