"My lord, Ye Changsheng left the city and went to the dock outside the south city. In the study of the Governor's Palace, an official stepped forward to admonish.

Governor Peng Zifang sat behind the desk, his face gloomy, stroking the white jade flying eagle in his arms, and said slowly: "Only killed two warriors?"

"Yes, but Ye Changsheng knows the measure, the Zhang family is not a big family, it is in the silk business, it is said that he helped Shenguangtang before and went to step on the point of the Ye family's wharf. ”

Peng Zifang's face softened slightly, and he snorted coldly.

Ye Changsheng killed people in the city, and he didn't give him face, which was tantamount to breaking the rules.

However, Peng Zifang could also understand Ye Changsheng's anger, and asked Jian Tang to be involved in the game of the big man in a daze, and no one could swallow this breath.

The losses of Wenjian Hall this time were too heavy, except for Liuhe County and Nine Wind City, all the other county towns, including the docks along the way, all fell.

The dead and wounded samurai, shipwrights, including the men of the Wenjian Pavilion and the family members who participated in the battle, there were more than 3,000 people!

I heard that the Ye Mansion in Sanshui Town was also burned, and the cemetery of Ye Changsheng's parents was destroyed.

It is conceivable that Ye Changsheng was angry in his heart.

With this anger and murderous aura, Ye Changsheng's wheelchair and a person pushing a cart shocked the powerful people in the city and made millions of people lose their voices.

Peng Zifang automatically made up for the white-haired and immortal demeanor, which was shocked and jealous, and the latter was more.

He is the governor, the supreme governor of this city and even the entire province, how can he not have a strong sense of existence as a teenager?

Those panicked magnates only knew how to kneel down to make amends to Ye Changsheng, but they didn't know to find him, the governor, to mediate?

Jealousy is followed by deep helplessness.

The imperial court is not as strong as imagined, in addition to the imperial power, there are Buddhism, Taoism, and demons, as well as a forest of cultivation sects.

In any era, the local tyrant is a force that cannot be ignored, and even the imperial court cannot meddle in local affairs.

Now that the Sanchuan Alliance is united, it will soon expand to Liuhe County, and this force is even stronger, and even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has to pay attention to it.

These officials, these feudal officials, are exhausted when they can maintain the current situation.

This battle between the Sword Hall and the Divine Light Hall is just a temptation, just a beginning.

As time goes on, the same rush will grow more and more.

Local forces and those merchant groups, under the manipulation of the masterminds behind the scenes, will seize the docks, seize the grain routes, and seize the control of all important materials.

The forces of the entire Nine Winds Province will be quickly dispersed and rearranged and combined.

Because of this, Ye Changsheng shouted to the whole city: he would not participate in these battles again, but he also didn't want anyone to trouble him.

Ye Changsheng destroyed the headquarters of the Divine Light Hall, he was indeed qualified to say this, and it was very convincing.

As for asking whether Jiantang can really stay out of the matter, Peng Zifang doesn't know, but he, the governor, is destined to be roasted on the fire.

He can't afford to provoke the big guys, and the local heroes will also let him touch the ashes, so he can only step on the tightrope carefully.

He can only use the power in his hands as much as possible to separate those disputing forces from ordinary people.

There can be no fights and fights in the city, this is Peng Zifang's bottom line.

Peng Zifang sat until noon, and still no powerful person came to him to cry and ask him to administer justice, and Peng Zifang's heart was cold.

At this time, Ye Changsheng had already arrived in Qinghe City, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the plaque on the gate of the county guard mansion with lost eyes.

The warriors standing at the door were terrified, looking at Ye Xiangdong who was standing solemnly, looking at Ye Changsheng who was dressed in blood and red hair, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling.

Their news was not slow, Ye Changsheng alone shocked Nine Wind City, and someone had already reported it to the county guard.

Ye Changsheng, this is Xingshi's questioning!

If Ye Changsheng had dared to come to the door like this before, they would have stepped forward and shouted to drive them away, but now, they didn't dare.

Ye Changsheng has already shown that he is a person of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and he has also overturned the extremely powerful Divine Light Hall, which is bound to be more relied on by His Royal Highness the Prince.

He can deter Nine Winds City by himself, and even the Governor doesn't dare to say anything, and the little county guard mansion dares to say anything?

After a while, the housekeeper of the county guard mansion came to the wheelchair nervously with a handwritten message, and said with a smile: "Ye Gongzi, the county guard is sick, I'm afraid I can't see you, but he helped you open an edict, and you can go directly to the prison of the criminal department to pick up people." ”

Ye Xiangdong took the command and glanced at it and stood behind the wheelchair again.

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "Thank you so much, Lord Junshou, Changsheng will come to visit another day!"

The butler wiped the sweat from his head until the wheelchair was gone, and then hurried to report to the county keeper.

In front of the prison gate of the Criminal Department, the officials and soldiers of the Ministry of War with dead faces personally sent Zhang Jianhe and the soldiers guarding the city who opened the city gate that night.

"Good, good. ”

The onlookers applauded loudly.

Those people who asked the Sword Pavilion last night were generous to death, bloody!

Zhang Jianhe and the officers and soldiers defending the city disobeyed the orders of the county guard and opened the city gate for them, bloody!

Today, the white-haired Changsheng came in person and rescued Zhang Jian and them, righteous!

Ye Changsheng looked at Zhang Jian, who was at a loss, stood up, lowered his head and said, "Those dead in the Immortal Generation, the family members who escaped from the Eagle Hall, thank you, my lord!"

Ye Xiangdong had tears in his eyes, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, my lord!"

Ye Changsheng and Ye Xiangdong saluted to the crowd of onlookers again: "Thank you, fathers and fellow villagers, for collecting the bodies of those dead." ”

"I can't do it, I can't help it!"

Zhang Jianhe, the soldiers guarding the city, and the people were confused by Ye Changsheng and Ye Xiangdong's gifts, and hurriedly waved their hands and returned the salute in a panic.

They don't know what the power is, and they don't know what the big truths are, they only know that the guys and samurai who died in the battle are all loyal and righteous.

How can a faithful man have no one to collect their bodies?

They are so humble, they have only done what they can, that's all, and they deserve the gift of gray hair and immortality.

The officials of the secret spy department not far away were also shocked when they saw this scene.

They followed all the way from Nine Winds City, and even if Ye Changsheng saw Lord Hou and the Zuo clan, he was still motionless in a wheelchair.

And now, he is making this great gift to these ordinary people.

Changsheng's eyes were red and swollen, he raised his head, and said hoarsely: "Lord Zhang, take us to the Condor Hall to have a look." ”

Zhang Jian nodded hurriedly, walked to his family to explain a few words, and then followed behind the wheelchair and walked out of the crowd.

There were many people who went out of the city, including the family members who escaped from the Eagle Hall, the remaining people in the Wenjian Pavilion, and the ordinary people who organized themselves.

Seeing the valley with gunsmoke from afar, Ye Xiangdong cried bitterly.

(End of chapter)