"Zigong!" the others shouted, and the provocateur named Zigong had fallen on his back clutching his neck.

Yinchen didn't wait for these people to get up and fight back, and with a finger of his hand, the fireball exploded and fell on him before Qian seconded the reaction, the fireball exploded slightly, and it didn't explode at all, but contracted to the center, turning into a drill made of flames, spinning and drilling into the heart of Qian seconding.

Qian seconded the proposal, his face was flushed, his teeth were tight, his whole body was blowing in the wind to make up for the rest, desperately thickening the body protection qi shield, trying to keep the flames out of the body, but the flames seemed to have an autonomous consciousness, spinning and drilling hard. For a while, Qian seconded the proposal to form a competition with a small fire, while the others looked at the silver-haired boy, but found that he did not output any qi or other skills at all, just relying on a ball of flame out of his body, he suppressed a master who turned into a heavy qi.

None of the others dared to move, after all, the minions sometimes saw the wind and steered, and in the face of the unknown strength of the silver dust, none of them had the determination to defend the road to the death, otherwise they would have been martyred a long time ago.

"Since the boss may listen to you, then kill you, and the boss won't change his mind, right?" Yinchen sneered and said this sentence at the same time, Zigong's body did not move.

Silence came at this time, heavy as killing intent, these minions are all Bai Shou poor scriptures read the great talent slave Tao to be admitted, how can there be any actual combat experience at all, the so-called fists and feet are just beating wooden people, at this time to see such a "not at all listening" violent murder of the ruthless man, he broke his courage when he landed, and could only shrink on the seat and tremble.

Yinchen felt bored, and shook his index finger slightly, and the flame in Qian Zhiyi's chest immediately dissipated invisibly, and at the moment when more than a dozen people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a sharp voice suddenly came from the door:

"The Divine Decree has arrived!"

The audience was shocked, and the talented slaves hurriedly got up and looked at the door, and saw a military attache wearing a "royal vest" wearing a blue patch uniform and a short gun hanging from his waist to escort him, striding into the door. When the diners saw the bright yellow vest on his body, they quickly got up, and knelt in the open space between the tables with a hula, just waiting for the holy decree to come.

Silver Dust held out his hand, and a light lit up on his fingertips, and then he was blocked by a distorted light, which seemed to disappear from thin air from every angle.

One of the six military attachés glanced a little puzzled, but only saw a wall full of letters, and there was not even a shadow where people could hide, so he withdrew his gaze.

Na Chin cha shook his sleeves, saluted heaven and earth, and then took out a roll of yellow paper from the sleeve of the horse's hooves and unfolded it.

"The slaves of Jianzhou know how to use yellow paper to make holy decrees? This is a technological advance. Such a thought flashed through Yinchen's mind.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said: Emperor Zhao Jiyue, grateful to his father Longen, is willing to choose a harem for his father, and then cry Buddha catastrophe, so that the world changes color, and the people are cold. also made Guozuo lose the king's daughter. The father worries about the world, and the son worries about the father's palace wall, the concubines do the laundry, and the queen personally holds the broom, which is really insulting the prestige of the world. Everywhere for people, not through the county order Yin, only by the Qin Cha full authority, Qin this. ”

The tone of the voice of Na Qincha reading the holy decree was abnormal, and he seemed to have a very unfamiliar grasp of the Central Plains language, and Yinchen, who was hiding in the stealth enchantment, observed carefully, and found that this person's appearance had some slight Western Regions features, and he couldn't help but let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

It seems that the Weeping Buddha did not leave them with any lessons worth remembering. When everyone kowtowed and stood up, the voice of Silver Dust also came faintly.

Qian, who had just been suppressed once, seemed to be unwilling, but he didn't dare to compete with Yinchen in force, so he could only shake his fan and say in the softest tone:

"I wonder if Childe is willing to debate?"

"Okay, it's boring to be idle anyway. Yinchen casually agreed, his image at this time was a cold-faced boy-shaped killer, not cute at all.

"The word of the lesson that Childe said is not the same. Qian seconded the proposal to solve the problem first, and then shook his head and discussed: "This draft is not the will of the saint, but the will of the emperor." The emperor is wise and martial, so naturally he can't talk about it on the same day as the thieves of the Heavenly Evil Temple. What the emperor means, is to find some dusty women, orphan girls in distress, etc., collect them, and send them to Pershing, these women are not concubines, nor are they selected, they are to act as laundry and sweeper palace people, and they have no right to greet the emperor. These women themselves have fallen into the red dust, helpless, like wanderers, if they can have a regular place, it is naturally a merit, not to mention that they have entered the palace gate, they have to be entrusted for life, and there are cases of silver to be taken every month, and they can save a lot of private money without worry, is it not a good thing in the world. This kind of good thing is completely different from the Heavenly Evil Temple's coercion and bewitchment of the saint to recruit talented women in the world, it is to give the woman in the wind and dust a home, and the people of the world praise her, so how can you teach a lesson?"

Yinchen couldn't help but move his eyebrows slightly when he heard him say this: "Generally speaking, it should be true, but if you don't say anything else, that is, in the Peacock Terrace across the street, that well-known top brand in Xiuhang probably won't be happy." As an Oiran, accompanied by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every day, no matter how you say it, it can be called comfortable, but when you go to the palace, when you are a washerwoman, it is no different from a rough maid, doing heavy work all day long, and you have to endure beatings, scolding and bullying, and you are only wrapped in a straw mat when you work to death. This palace gate is as deep as the ...... of the sea."

"It's not true. Qian seconded the proposal full of confidence: "The show girl in the palace, for the down-and-out woman, that is the supreme glory, I don't know how many concubines of big families have sharpened their heads and want to squeeze in! Although the status of a miscellaneous palace maid is almost the same as that of a slave, it is the palace after all! The world is the highest! The reputation of the woman in the dust is notorious, who doesn't want to get an orthodox reputation before death? And the title of the palace maid, that is the best way to get rid of the lowly status! Although it is said that after entering the palace, there will be no chance to give birth in their lives, but if any of them quietly gave birth to a little turtle slave or a little prostitute before, and they go to the palace, then these little kings and eight lowly races will immediately be white, and their children and grandchildren will be separated from the lowly status in the future! Such an opportunity ......."

"It would have to be a fate to catch it. Do you think it's a good thing that these little guys have broken away from their lowly status? After they become white, who will raise them? Where do they live? Not to mention whether the monthly rules issued by the palace will be deducted, but if they are enough to support one or two children? Is it enough to ask others to adopt on their behalf? If you don't consider these questions, the selected woman will definitely consider them. ”

Qian seconded his mouth and was about to speak, when he heard a commotion in the lobby, and many fragmentary flattery floated in the air, admiring the methods of the Peacock Terrace shopkeeper.

Qian seconded the proposal to turn his head and glance at it, then withdrew his gaze without saying anything, picked up the wine glass that had been waiting on the table, saluted the silver dust, and raised his head to drink it first. Peacock Terrace has more liquor than the concubines in the harem, and these talented slaves are all gutsless guys, ordering the softest and mellowest sake.

Yinchen nodded, picked up the wine glass on the table, returned the salute, and drank it, the wine he asked for was relatively strong, but the amount was very small, and it was impossible for the mage to drink heavily.

The toast between the two will resolve a bloody disaster, and the talented slaves have always been like this, surrendering to the strong, after all, they are slaves, not dead soldiers. In front of the strong, they have always been friends of the dead and poor, as long as they can protect themselves, then the lives of their companions are dispensable. These sixteen people, who have never known each other all their lives, get together by relying on a "same family" relationship, eat and drink, and if any of them dies, the others will probably not even attend the funeral.

After a glass of wine, the sixteen talented slaves began to talk again, and Yinchen silently looked at the shopkeeper and the three "tributes" behind him.

His vision was intermittent, and his eyes always unconsciously fell on the little two who were shuttling back and forth, and sure enough, a column of twelve-year-old boys walked towards this side with a huge disc, and soon the square table beside Yinchen was full of all kinds of mountain delicacies, but there was no seafood, after all, the sea has long been dead and silent.

The dishes ordered by Silver Dust were all on the table, the white full moon plate occupied the entire table, and the last Xiao Er cleverly placed four bowls of rice on the four corners of the square table.

But unfortunately, Yinchen didn't wait for him to leave before he took out his chopsticks and picked up a slice of barbecue.

Xiao Er didn't say anything, every meal "one stone of rice, ten catties of meat" military generals he had also seen in this gentle township, the silver-haired boy ate so much at one time, I think he will also be a future general.

Yinchen looked down at the table full of dishes, feeling a hollow pain in his stomach, obviously hungry for a long time, he looked up at the shopkeeper and the three delicate women behind him, and couldn't take his eyes off. He gritted his teeth secretly, his left hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist and opened slightly, without any magic power, and in the corner of the lobby ninety meters in front of him, a broom completely covered by shadows twisted and deformed, turning into a drone, floating silently.

"The condensed magnetic monopole anti-gravity engine? This is not a conventional intra-atmosphere vehicle. Silver Dust muttered under his breath and raised his chopsticks again.

The drone silently flew over the head of the shopkeeper to activate optical stealth, and the voice of the shopkeeper immediately came from Yinchen's ears.

"Look, my lord, this is the best ...... we have here."

"I heard that Xiao Yinfei is here, why don't you call her out?" Qin Cha's voice sounded a little sanctimonious, but obviously, the only one who can be slaughtered for the official is the traitor, right?

"My lord!" the shopkeeper wailed: "Miss Xiao is the signboard of the shop! She has entered the palace, how can we live here with one hundred and eighty good people?!"

"Yes......" Qin Cha listened to his words, brick looked at the three girls beside him, these three girls are the best choice in appearance and posture, and they can be used as the top brand in the middle hall, the three girls are wearing cheongsam, the left and right sides are slit very high, almost to the waist, under the bright silk, faintly revealing half of the buttocks, their posture is graceful, the standing posture is charming, and the expression on their faces is also faintly happy, no matter from which angle, they are the top grade among the women in the dust. Qin Cha carefully read their appearances and made sure that in his impression, there was no famous red-card girl who was similar to the three of them, and he knew that these three people were probably the three who were beautiful and extremely unremarkable in this fiercely competitive Peacock Taizhong.

Qin Cha opened his mouth, originally he wanted Xiao Yinfei very much. This is not because he is loyal to his duties, but because he knows that Xiao Yinfei, who has a "clear identity" in front of people, actually has an unspeakable background, Xie Yuzong.

The Interpretation Sect that has been destroyed, and now it can be verified that the remnants that are still alive can be counted on one hand, and Cleopatra is troublesome, so she didn't kill them all, just to prevent them from getting close to power, so the origin of the Interpretation Sect has long blocked Xiao Yin's way to fly into the palace.

Qin Cha wanted to include Xiao Yinfei in the scope of the primary election, and then depose her, but he didn't tell her, and then he could play with it at will, in his opinion, whether it was Peacock Terrace or the remnants of the Interpretation Sect itself, they must attach great importance to this opportunity to enter the palace, as Qian seconded the proposal, all women in the world love fame, and women in the wind and dust regard fame as big as the sky.

But when he saw the three women in front of him, he immediately shut up and swallowed the words back into his stomach. He originally wanted to use his identity to suppress the Peacock Terrace, but now the three women in front of him are only afraid that they will not lose to Xiao Yinfei in appearance, and they are smiling so quietly and naturally, which is much better than Xiao Yinfei's inexplicable arrogance. Qin Cha is an elite minion, so he naturally understands the truth that as a minion at any time, he can't help frowning when he recalls the various things he enjoyed Xiao Yinfei singing here yesterday.

"That's it, that little girl is just a maid's life, young lady's heart, no matter how good she plays, what's the use? It's better to honestly grasp the present!" Qin Cha immediately changed his mentality, looked at the three women eagerly, and said sternly in his mouth: "Although we are all the prince's people, we should share his worries, but in the end, we can't do too much, the selection of palace maids will still remind people of the Feiyan tragedy, and I have to prevent someone from chewing the root of the tongue!" You still try to persuade her to let her know that only if you have done enough to the Peacock Terrace can you think of entering the palace to serve the emperor. ”

After Qin Cha finished speaking, he patted the shopkeeper's shoulder very familiarly, and the shopkeeper was sweating, nodded and thanked him, and at the same time took out a small square box from his sleeve and quietly stuffed it to Qin Cha.

Qin Cha's face remained unchanged, but he changed his words: "This peacock platform is really a place to soothe muscles and bones and forget about fatigue! After the delivery is completed here, we have to go to the next place!" After saying that, he hugged his fist and saluted, leaving the close distance of the shopkeeper, but the horseshoe sleeves of the flying fish suit drooped a little unnaturally.