Murong Qianqian detained Jing Haibo with a thunderous gesture and sealed Jing Haibo's mansion, and for a while, many officials in Jinghai County and Haiyang City were all in danger. Now when they walk down the street and see the soldiers of the cavalry battalion, they feel that their legs are weak, and they lie at home in the middle of the night, and they will tremble with fear when they hear a knock on the door.

Murong Qianqian wanted to check Jing Haibo. It was a piece of cake.

The case of the embezzlement of the pensions of 5,000 fallen soldiers alone was enough to make Jing Haibo's head fall to the ground.

Murong Qianqian has a holy decree in his hand, if it is verified, he will kill Jing Haibo's family on the spot and confiscate the family property.

The prison guarded by Jinghai County is already overcrowded, and the people in Jinghai Bofu, who are brightly dressed on weekdays and exist like the emperor of the soil in Jinghai, are now wilting and drooping their heads like frosted eggplants, where are they still half of the former wealthy and powerful.

Jing Haibo sat in the cell in a prison suit, and when he saw Guo Fan come in, he recognized him as the little general who had chosen the holy decree that day, and he immediately moved to the door of the cell, "Little general." He cried out eagerly.

Guo Fan came to inspect, and when he heard Jing Haibo calling him, he still turned around. "Looking for me?" He pointed to his nose.

"Please, talk to General Murong. As long as he raises his noble hand and lets go of the children in the house, my Wang Jianxin will be a cow and a horse in the next life. The knotted grass ring will also repay his great kindness. After speaking, he pulled his little grandson over and let Guo Fan see it.

Guo Fan only glanced at it, and saw that the child was snow-white and handsome, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart.

"I can only talk to the general. As for whether it will succeed or not, it depends on him. After Guo Fan finished speaking, he left the prison.

Childish? After listening to Guo Fan's words, Murong Qianqian slowly raised his eyes to look at Guo Fan, "Do you also want to persuade me to let him go?" ”

"This, the last general will not dare to say. But what does that kid know? Guo Fan said a little unbearably, "There is one more person on the roster." Isn't one less person what we say? ”

"You took the benefits of Jing Haibo?" Murong Qianqian asked.

"No, no!" Guo Fan immediately shook his head in fright.

"The holy decree says that if you kill the whole family, you will kill the whole family." Murong Qianqian lowered her eyes again and stopped looking at Guo Fan.

"Yes." Guo Fan also knew that the emperor's order was difficult, and he could only say sorry to Jing Haibo. ad_250_left();

Innocent, innocent. Murong Qianzhen closed the scroll in his hand and looked at the slightly jumping candle flame in a little daze.

If the county lord of Changping was here, seeing himself so ruthlessly killing innocent children, would he still follow him with admiration as in the past? Murong Qianqian slowly closed her eyes, and all that floated in front of her was the appearance of the county lord of Changping, and even her refusal to take medicine in the palace looked so delicate.

A slightly self-deprecating smile floated on the corner of Murong Qianqian's lips.

He was supposed to be a ruthless person.

Now that he is concerned about other people's hearts, how should you tell him to deal with himself?

He has never cared what others think of him, but at this moment, he thought of the county lord of Changping, wouldn't she also think that he was cold-blooded and ruthless......

However, the names of those people followed like dark shadows, and the smile of the county lord of Changping repeatedly appeared in his heart, making him feel bored for a while.

Jing Haibo's charges were ascertained in a few days. Fearing the enemy and avoiding war, embezzling military funds, embezzling military rations, taking up the pensions of fallen soldiers, and embezzling the silver taels allocated to him by the imperial court for the construction of warships, any of which was enough for him to die ten times.

If it is found, then kill.

When Jing Haibo's family was in the law, there was an autumn rain, and the dripping rain washed the blood on the execution ground everywhere, and Murong Qianqian, who was used to seeing blood, couldn't help but churn his stomach when he saw the child's body at the end.

For the first time, he felt the urge to throw up.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, which were wet from the rain, very clean. The slender knuckles are powerful and beautiful, full of power, but he feels that his hands are very dirty, he raises his hands slightly, letting the rain wash on his skin, the autumn rain carries the cold, a little bit of intrusion, he is unaware.

If the county lord of Changping saw him now, would he still be as close to him as he was in the capital?

Murong Qianqian sneered. He withdrew his hand and pressed it calmly on his scabbard.

He and her are not all the way! She was high, bright and beautiful, but he was already full of blood debts, like a hellish Shura. The distance between them is so far. She was on the horizon, rising like the rising sun, and he was already in hell, surrounded by darkness, waiting for death to annihilate him.

killed Jing Haibo's entire family, and the title of Scarface Killing God became louder and louder.

In Jinghai County, a few families are happy and a few are worried, and it is the people who are happy, but those who are sad are those officials who have followed Jinghaibo for many years.

They polished their eyes one by one, just waiting for Murong Qianqian to make a mistake, then the excerpts that participated in him would fly to the capital immediately.

Murong Qianqi's movements were naturally all reported to Yun Chu.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the expansion of the Xiaocai Battalion this time, she and Lord Changshi have successfully placed their own people by Murong Qianqi's side, and his movements will be truthfully reported to the Changping County Lord every day.

Murong Qianqian was unhappy.

After reading today's report, the county lord of Changping sat on the bed in a daze.

Although the man's description was very simple, he only said that the general had been standing on the execution ground for a long time, still in the rain, and refused to let anyone come near him.

Just chatting a few words, Yun Chu had already automatically sketched Murong Qianzhen's appearance in his heart.

He must not like to kill.

Yun Chu was suddenly shocked by his own thoughts.

If she tells others about her thoughts, others will definitely laugh at her, Murong Qianzhen, who has the title of "Human Slaughter", will not like to kill people! If you don't like to kill, why do you want to kill tens of thousands of Uighur rebels?

The county lord of Changping is very heartbroken.

She was a little restless, and she really wanted to go to Jinghai now and see Murong Qianqian with her own eyes. But how is this possible. Not to mention that Concubine Xi and the emperor's grandfather will not allow her to go, there are bandits over there, and a county lord runs over to send her to death, that is, they all agree, and their physical conditions do not allow it, such a long-distance travel, her small broken body like broken jade has to fall apart.

What to do?

Yun Chu really feels like an old mother! Not only do you have to worry about Murong Qianzhen's eating and drinking, but you also have to care about his joys, sorrows, and sorrows! It really broke a girl's heart!

Yun Chu thought about it, remembered a little turtle she had bought on the day of the Shangyuan Festival, and the Moyu Immortal Crane, so she picked up a pen and paper and drew a picture, which was sent to Haiyang City in Jinghai County all the way.

I hope that the messenger can arrive in time, and there will be time to hand over the letter to Murong Qianqian's hands, otherwise when the army is gone, I don't know where to find him.

Although it was already a few days later when the messenger arrived, the army really hadn't left Haiyang City.

The reason is very simple, they first cleared the bandits nearby, and then advanced to the depth of Jinghai little by little.

Murong Qianqian led the people of the cavalry battalion to win three battles in a row, and wiped out all the bandits around Haiyang City who dared to go ashore.

The others fled in their boats and took refuge on the surrounding islands.

As soon as they got out of the sea, Murong Qianqian had no choice.

The navy of Daqi is short of ships!

Jing Haibo still had a few working boats in his hands before, but they were in disrepair, and they had been fighting with those ships before, and they had become dilapidated.

Murong Qianqian will not touch the battle if he is not sure, and he will not easily let his own people die.

As for the new ship that Emperor Su sent 500,000 taels of silver down to build before, he didn't even see a shadow, the silver was swallowed by Jing Haibo, and half of the ship's board was not built. Soil and agricultural medical waste.

Murong Qianqian could only use the silver taels copied from Jinghaibo's mansion to repair the eight broken ships parked in Haiyang City first.

It takes time to repair the ship. He simply took advantage of this time to integrate the sailors and soldiers under Jing Haibo, and collected what he could use under his account, and if he couldn't use it, he simply asked them to act as the head of the army, fighting miscellaneous or something.

When the messenger arrived, Murong Qianqian was still in Haiyang City.

Hearing that the messenger said that it was a letter from the county lord of Changping to him, his first reaction was to destroy it, and he could no longer let the county lord of Changping disturb his mind.

But he still reluctantly accepted the letter.

Wouldn't it be chaotic to destroy your mind?

Judging from the experience of the previous times, even if he ruined the letter now, the county lord of Changping still had a way to force him to comply.

He really couldn't resist her, and he didn't know where she got so much energy and tenacity.

The messenger left a reply from Murong Qianqi, and Murong Qianqian found a place where no one was there to open the handwritten letter of the county lord of Changping.

When Murong Qianqian opened the letter, his mood was complicated and chaotic.

When I opened it, it was just a painting, and it was still a picture of a crane and a little turtle, just like she had painted before.

However, unlike the previous paintings, this time the crane she painted has spread its wings and flew high, flying so chic and wanton, flying so high and proud, while the little turtle is still in the nest, looking forward to it.

Yun Chu's brushes were vivid, and the little turtle's eyes showed resentment and expectation, which made Murong Qianqian's heart move slightly.

There are a few lines of small characters in the inscription, and the words of the county lord of Changping are very beautiful, and the beautiful ones are not like the handwriting of a teenage girl.

The words say, I am here, no matter how high and far you fly, you must remember that there is a little turtle by the pond, the years go by, the cold and warm change, the eternal change, I will always wait.

Murong Qianyu's instinctive brain exploded, and his cheeks turned red, and then his heart, which had been cold, suddenly beats, with a kind of heat and energy that he himself has never experienced.

Is the county lord of Changping confessing? No matter where he is, she will wait for him forever.