"Look at the horse, is that horse a little familiar..."

"I'm not mistaken, whose boy is that! Wasn't he riding the horse of the little lord of the palace? ”

The fur is red, the body is handsome, the four strong and powerful hooves and palms seem to be stepping on a ball of fire, and a pair of huge horse eyes still have a little wisdom flashing.

The streets of the city were bustling with activity, Jia Ming'an rode the blood god horse and paced slowly on the blue-gray road, and pedestrians and hawkers avoided one after another.

Hearing the sound of discussion on the street from time to time, the horse's head under the young man raised slightly, looking at the pedestrians around him, revealing a bit of pride in his eyes.

It has noble blood, and it is born to stand in the center of heaven and earth to attract attention.

That is, it is surrounded by freaks, and it doesn't take it seriously all day long.

And Jia Ming'an, who was sitting on horseback, listened to the discussion around him, but he felt awkward in his heart.

You know, he's not the kind of person who likes to be in the limelight in public, and that's too superficial.

When he looked at the pedestrians and vendors around him, he kept avoiding him, which always reminded him of the days when he collected protection money in Qinghe County.

At that time, the neighborhood was harmonious, the people were simple, and the street vendors who saw him didn't smile, but gave him things for nothing...

All of this is due to the fact that he is now riding the Blood Divine Pony too much of a high-profile person.

Thinking of this, the young man looked at the arrogant posture under him, and the horse head who had no pressure in his heart, and suddenly frowned.

Raising his hand, he slapped the head of the Lin Blood Divine Pony.

"Pony, pony, do you know that being a horse is the same as being a man, you have to pay attention to humility, you are so arrogant, no one will like you."

"You have to be like me, be kind to others, and greet everyone with a smile."

Jia Ming'an looked at the pedestrians around him who didn't do anything, just stared at him with a strange expression, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

The mother-in-law who sells vegetables is no longer called, the woman who buys vegetables is gone, and even the little girl with a sugar gourd on the street corner doesn't eat sugar gourds!

Oh my God, he's an ordinary person, but he's not ugly, how can He De be so charming?

"The folks have worked hard, you don't have to worry too much about me, just do your own thing."

The young man looked serious, and he clenched his fists and spoke aloud to the people around him who were talking about him, either openly or secretly.

"My name is Jia Ming'an, I am an ordinary person, I came to your place for the first time, I am fortunate to be taken care of by Miss Wan, I am currently living in the Gu King's Mansion, I don't know the customs here, if you are offended, please don't mind!"

As soon as Jia Ming'an's words came out, the surroundings couldn't help but whisper a little again.

"Girl... Isn't this the name of the little princess?

"He's called the little county lord like that, isn't it..."

A lady carried a vegetable basket and looked at the young man riding on a tall horse in the middle of the crowd, and her expression was inevitably a little shocked.

Although in the Gu King's Mansion, the little county lord brought a human boy back, and he was usually inseparable, and it was no secret that he was extremely close.

But this kind of thing, where does anyone dare to spread it outside the palace at will...

But now looking at the young man riding on the exclusive mount of the little county lord of the palace, I heard Jia Ming'an call the little princess of southern Xinjiang with such a perverse personality.

Although everyone didn't say it explicitly, they all had speculations in their hearts.

"Uncle, let me ask you, how much is your rock sugar gourd? I've got it, so I'm going to invite you to eat today! ”

Jia Ming'an casually pointed to a vendor selling rock sugar gourds, and behaved very magnificently.

He didn't know what to do in the Gu King's Mansion, but now that he has money in his pocket, he is not panicked at all.

In fact, he was also a little strange, he thought that a prosperous and important capital like the Gu King Mansion, not to mention that high-level cultivators were everywhere, at least there would be some domineering second generation cultivators.

It's just that since he left the house, he has never seen any cultivators on the street, and all he sees are a group of old and weak women and children, ordinary people.

"This son, you are old, you are from the palace, how can I collect money from the prince?"

The vendor who was stopped by Jia Ming'an was about sixty or seventy years old.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was suspected to be the new favorite of the little lord of the palace, his old face couldn't help but show a little panic.

Hearing that the vendor in front of him was going to give himself away for nothing, Jia Ming'an's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he looked at this generous hawker happily.

"My husband's words are wrong, and I am not an unreasonable villain, how can I live in the palace and not pay you?"

The young man riding on the horse felt a little emotion in his heart, although he has always been informal, but he has never been hypocritical and polite to others.

But after all, he is still that innocent and kind young man, how can he rely on the power of the palace to take the sugar gourd that others have worked so hard to make?

However, the people in this world are really divided into three, six, nine and so on, and now the people in the city dare not take money from him when they hear that he is from the palace...

"Childe, it's normal for you to be new and don't know, we don't charge a penny for anything the palace buys in the city."

The peddler's expression was a little frightened, but his tone was still very firm.

"As long as the Gu King is still alive for a day, we won't collect money for a day."

After listening to the words of the old vendor in front of him, Jia Ming'an couldn't help but look a little shocked.

"Lord Gu King, you are so domineering?"

The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and as soon as his words fell, he looked around, and then found that the brows of the people around him were furrowed.

"Childe, although you are the person of the little county lord, you can't say bad things about the Gu King like this!"

Some people in the crowd retorted loudly to Jia Ming'an, and the young man even noticed that the hawker in front of him, who was originally kind and kind-eyed, and only looked frightened, was also a little dissatisfied.

"Childe, if you are from southern Xinjiang, how can you slander Lord Gu King like this?"

"It is the decree that Lord Gu has issued to separate and not disturb each other, so that our group of poor people can live and work in peace and contentment in the city without being oppressed by monks..."

"Although the Gu King has never asked us for anything, we have always remembered this great kindness..."

"Lord Gu is the protector of our southern Xinjiang people."

Looking at the crowd around him who were angry, Jia Ming'an's face was solemn.

No wonder he has been able to spend so many years in Qinghe County so peacefully.

Even that third-order Miao [Gu Master] is obviously superior in strength to the whole county, but he is still a low-key person and never causes trouble...

It's a pity that no one has ever told him these truths, so that he can commit such a mistake today...

Mainly, he's never seen a scene like this now...

He saw a few ignorant little beans behind the crowd rolling up their sleeves, ready to rush over and make a move!

How could he do such a thing of bullying the small?

"Everyone, I, Jia Ming'an, know that I am wrong!"

"This Lord Gu King is a very good person!"

In the restaurant not far away, a group of samurai dressed in black-shirted crane robes looked at the movement downstairs, their eyes flickering.

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.

As a great cadre, he didn't respect the emperor's order, but regarded a dying Gu creature as a protective god...

This southern frontier is really extremely ignorant.

"How long will it take for those two adults to come to the capital to meet us?"

"Those two adults took a detour because of personal matters, and it is estimated that it will take three weeks!"

The middle-aged man who asked at the beginning couldn't help but stroke his forehead slightly when he heard this, and his expression was a little ugly.

They've been here for almost a month, and now they're going to have to wait here for another three weeks?

The people of the Taoist Sect are really reckless and careless!

But...

Who made them the ninth-rate?

The middle-aged man cast his gaze on the humiliating horse in the center of the crowd, which was harnessed by a young man with no cultivation.

He recognized that it was a priceless treasure that the Western Regions only paid ten tributes every three years, the Lin Blood Divine Horse.

People have ten thousand laws, and the world is divided into nine streams?

It's obvious that people are divided into nine streams!

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged man drank the wine in front of him, and then beckoned his subordinates to leave.

The two Taoist disciples in charge of the plan had not yet arrived, and they could not act rashly without permission.

The town prohibition division, the imperial decree is chartered, and there are no taboos.

Most importantly, they are obedient and never disobey orders.

Just like a dog...

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