That night, Li Xuan'er practiced calligraphy in the study.

After practicing an ancient text, she sat there in a daze.

There was an incense burner on the table, and wisps of incense wafted up from the incense burner, sometimes scattered in the air, sometimes just on the pen stand, and then fell down again when it was hit.

She looked at this scene and suddenly thought of what Chen Letian had said to him: The higher you stand, the worse you fall.

She felt that this statement was true. Just like the tea cup on the table in front of you, if you fall from such a high place on the table, there is a chance that it will break, but if it is only an inch high from the ground, it will never break.

From this, he suddenly thought of the county lord.

The county lord has established his prestige so high that he has almost become a perfect saint without any shortcomings in front of the people.

regarded the county as a reborn parent.

All this that the county has established.

If one day in the future, the people suddenly find that the original county is not so clean, then this gap... It's enough to break the county's bones... Li Xuan'er thought so.

The more I think about it, the more hopeful I feel.

Li Xuan'er was so happy that she had the urge to write to Chen Letian immediately, to tell Brother Lotte about this happy new idea, and share this joy with Brother Lotte.

However, after only a stick of incense, Li Xuan'er suddenly thought of a difficult point, and suddenly fell silent again.

It suddenly occurred to him that the truth was like this, but how?

The county is indeed climbing very high, but how to make the county fall down is the most important big problem!

He climbed very high and very high, indeed, as long as he could fall, then he could be thrown half dead or killed on the spot. But how to pull it off?

Li Xuan'er thought for a long time, and after a long time, she raised her head and muttered: "I can't think of a way to pull you down for the time being, but it doesn't matter, I will definitely be able to think of a way, and it doesn't matter if it's late." ”

But many things can't wait, and Li Xuan'er also understands this truth.

The county can not wait, if you wait for a year or two, as long as the Iron Head Gang does not continue to challenge the tolerance of the people, as long as the Iron Head Gang is temporarily dormant, even if it blocks the road and robs the road, it can be done as long as the money does not want to die and does not want women, then after a long time, the people will forget the scourge of the Iron Head Gang, or in other words, it will not affect the normal life of the people, or if it does not affect it, the people can tolerate it.

Therefore, Li Xuan'er must come up with a solution in the next few days, at most half a month. It's a must.

Li Xuan'er is still very confident, after all, she has come to this point, as the Feng leader said, they have enough evidence in their hands, if they can report to the imperial court, then it is enough to kill the county lord three times.

There is enough evidence, and now is the lack of an opportunity to strike.

If you don't have a good time, you have to create a time to come out and attack.

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First took the best gold sore medicine of the Iron Head Gang, and then returned to Bazhong City, and there were several doctors in the township and some martial arts masters with profound internal skills, so ten days later, the county lord was actually able to get out of bed with the support of the servants. Although the leg injury made the county lord unable to walk at all, at least he was able to stand up.

But no one else knew about this news except for the county lord and his confidant servants. And the doctor specially invited by the county from outside, who is also a person from the county honor, will never leak this news.

The current situation of the county lord is that he is still bedridden and can't get out of bed at all. Qiqi Chinese Network

After the county lord woke up, he deliberately spent a daytime meeting with those squires outside.

When those people came to the county honor, they saw that the county zun's whole body was almost wrapped in bandages, his face was pale, and he was weak to speak. After they went back, they more truthfully conveyed to the people that the county was still seriously injured. The people were even more worried about the county.

The county honor, who can already stand up, can only close the door and blow out the candles every night before daring to let the servants help him walk two steps in the house. After all, it's tiring to lie down all the time.

That night, the county lord got out of bed again and walked two steps, so he could only let the servant stand in the house and walk around, with his feet off the ground, fortunately the servant was strong, otherwise he might not be able to set up the county honor. The room was dark, and the county respected and said as he walked: "Today seems to be much better than yesterday, Xiao Wang, you have worked hard these days." ”

The servant said, "What did the adults say, the villain can serve the adult, it is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, and it is not hard at all." ”

"I've been hurt so badly this time, the people have to have a snack. The prefectural said with a smile on his face in the dark.

The servant said: "I have been out for the past few days, and I have heard people everywhere saying that the county lord is good. ”

"Huh. The county honored him and smiled.

Knock knock.

In the darkness, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The county lord was startled, and quickly asked the servant to help him to bed, "Who?" It was late at night, and there should be no one else knocking on the door except for the lady and the child and the housekeeper.

The knock on the door just stopped, and without answering the county honor's question, he continued to knock.

"Who, speak!" Lying back on the bed, the county asked again, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"My lord, it's me. ”

It was the familiar voice of the county lord, and the county magistrate breathed a sigh of relief and asked the servant to light the lamp and open the door.

"Sit down. "The candlelight was back in the house.

The big boss of the Iron Head Gang was dressed in ordinary crop clothes and sat in front of the county honor.

"How's the recovery of the adults?" The big boss has settled the gang again in the past few days, and he is almost busy, so he went down the mountain to take a look.

The county said: "The recovery is not bad, what about you?

The big boss nodded.

The two were relatively silent for a while.

Servants were assigned to guard the door.

After that scene, the two became more familiar with each other, although the trust between them was still in crisis, but for each other, after all, they understood each other a little more.

The county respected that it was a pity that the commander did not cut down the big boss. But at this time, he didn't show this pity, pretending to ask the big boss some things about the aftermath, and the big boss answered them one by one, which was nothing more than a perfunctory without any real information.

The big boss got up and took out a large stack of silver tickets from his arms, and at a cursory glance, there were at least ten thousand taels. He stuffed the silver ticket under the bedding of the county lord and said, "Your Excellency has worked hard. ”

The county respected smiled, patted the silver ticket through the thick futon, and said, "You have also worked hard." ”

The big boss sat down at the table for a while, drank a few cups of tea, and then got up and gave up.