Blusch left the building with a smile.

The exhaustion and resentment that had once permeated his body and mind were all left behind him among the green pines and cypresses, and his steps across the sand were brisk, as vigorous as a young man of twenty.

However, when he returned to the council hall and saw the flattering smiling face of Buribaran, the feeling of relief flew away again, and the clouds piled up again under his eyes.

"Why are you here again? Or is it for the fugitive slave?" Brush asked in as calm a voice as he could, his brow furrowed.

A Song slave escaped from the Buzhibalan family, and somehow he was stabbed to the government office, and it was officially recorded.

This is really a small matter, not to mention that it is a fugitive slave, it is a big case of murder and arson, as long as Blusch sends a word, it can be erased immediately.

Unfortunately, on the day of the filing, it happened that Jingcha came to collect the annual tax, and this fugitive slave case was handed over to them along with the backlog of government files and brought back to Changli.

By the time Blusch found out about this, it was already two days later.

In fact, even if Blusch had received the news at the time, it would have been difficult to find a reason to stop the group of kyocha. Because, this group of Jingcha is served as a guard by the "Golden Tiger Guard".

The Golden Tiger Guard is the most brave and warlike army of Dajin, and the Golden Tiger Guard, who can walk with Jingcha, is half of the nobles.

When they appeared, it represented the imperial order of the Great Jin Dynasty, and even the prince did not dare to come forward to provoke him easily, and Brush thought that his brain was not broken, so it was naturally impossible to pick up this tiger's beard.

In addition, there are also rumors that there are a group of mysterious people hidden in this "Golden Tiger Guard", who are scattered all over Dajin, specializing in collecting private information, and even some private affairs of the court officials' homes can be spied on by them.

On one side is the fugitive slave, and on the other side is the mighty Jin Huwei, two things are put in one place, and fools know how to choose.

Still, Brush kept an eye on it and wrote it down.

A small case of fugitive slaves was able to make up many coincidences and finally report to Changli, which is very abnormal in itself.

Of course, he didn't track it down with great fanfare, the current White Frost City is a turbulent dark tide, and any slight change can cause a change in the situation, so he ordered people to fly pigeons to pass the book on the night he received the report, so that the people in Changli could keep an eye on it, and then report back if there is a situation.

In the days that followed, Blush intensified his deployment, and all the dark lines that had been buried in the city for many years were activated. It was only because he believed that when everything was ready, all the problems, including this slave escape case, would disappear.

In front of the "King of the Southern Realm" who holds the male soldiers and sits firmly in the south, even if it is a saint today, it is necessary to give a little thin face.

Yes, this time, Brush is not going to hold back any longer. He wanted to replace the silver crown of the "prince" that had been worn on his head for many years with the "king" crown of gold beads.

And the premise of all this is that White Frost City and the dozens of silver mines outside the city have to be decided by him.

But Buzhbalan was unaware of this.

Although he and Blusch are close to each other and are still in charge of the city treasury, it is only because he is stupid and timid by nature that Blusch is more at ease, and there is no room for him to beak in a major matter. ….

Originally, Blusch also thought that this timid and useless subordinate could not do anything big, but now seeing that Balaam was so concerned about a fugitive slave, Blusch felt that he still underestimated Balan.

The case was different, and Blusch had expected it, but Balan's performance surprised him. At the moment, Brush wondered if the latter had something to hide, otherwise, how could a man who had always been mediocre suddenly become so diligent?

Some people are indeed underbeaten.

Brush held his hands behind his shoulders, and his indifferent gaze swept over the fat figure of Balan who was bent and bowed, and his eyes flashed slightly: "Huh? Why don't you speak?"

"No...... Not...... The subordinates and subordinates want to wait for the marshal to take their seats." Balan raised his head, and his face, which was extremely swollen by the fat, squeezed out a bunch of laughing folds: "My subordinates ask to see you today, and I have something important to report to you."

"Oh?" Blush glanced at him, big

Walking towards the bearskin chair in the middle of the council hall, the moment the unusually majestic body squeezed into the chair, Buribaran could clearly feel the trembling of the chair, as if it had been pressed against it by a whole mountain.

"What do you want to say?" With his left hand on the armrest and his right hand on his chin, Brush did not look at his subordinates, but cast his gaze to the window on the other side, without a trace of emotion on his face.

It was clearly not a harsh remark, but Buribaran felt a chill to the bone, and immediately felt that his face was tight, and the fox head tattoo on his head trembled.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, he tied his hands and said, "Dashuai, subordinates...... Your subordinates don't dare to lie to you. In fact, on the day that Song Nu escaped, his subordinates found that the study seemed to be ...... It looks like someone has touched it."

Brush's gaze into the distance suddenly closed, and before he could turn his head, Bulibalan had already knelt down with a "poof", and said in a trembling voice with both hands on the ground:

"The handsome man is angry...... The handsome man is angry, please listen to his subordinates. My subordinates have come to report this to you today. The subordinates have found out a little...... A little eyebrows, because he didn't dare to make his own decisions, he came to report to the marshal as soon as he received the news.

Dashuai, you have to believe in your subordinates, your subordinates are really ...... It's really been found out. It's all done by Song Dog! It's those damn Song Dog spies who fucked it!"

Buribalan kept grabbing the ground with his head, and his head hit the brick floor with a "bang" and "bang" sound, and his whole body trembled like chaff:

"It's the subordinates who deserve to die, the subordinates shouldn't hide the news, the subordinates have made a big mistake. It's just that at that time, subordinates can't ...... I didn't dare to conclude that the fugitive slave must have something to do with this matter, and I was afraid that I would rashly report the news and spoil the handsome, so I ...... That's ......."

His bare head was already covered with sweat at this time, but he didn't even dare to wipe it, and the beads of sweat rolled down like rain, and the two arms holding the ground kept trembling.

Brush has never been as open-minded as he appears.

Whether it is a subordinate who made a mistake, or plotted against his clansmen, or even inadvertently offended his court, in the end, he will always get the "retribution" he deserves.

Sometimes the retribution comes directly and quickly, and other times it comes slowly and long. The pain of a blunt knife cutting through flesh is incomprehensible to those who have never experienced it personally.

Although he had not been taught by himself, he had seen it with his own eyes, and it was he who was so frightened.

However, from another point of view, Blusch was indeed very generous, and he would always repay those who were meritorious or kind to him, and it was because of his obedience that he was promoted.

Because of this, there is always a group of people gathered around Blusch, and there are quite a few people who are loyal to him.

Yao Jishan