Chapter Twenty-Eight: Bring 30,000 taels, or the official will sell you!

Zhang Xiuran had a dark face and quickly explained to Ye Qing, who was humbly taught.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the dumbfounded Ye Qing, and the embarrassment of Fang Cai was swept away, he straightened his waist again, raised his head, and put on an arrogant expression.

Ye Qing got up, bowed to Zhang Xiuran and said, "I still have one last condition, if the son does it, I will choose to be the pothos that the son is optimistic about." ”

Zhang Xiuran, whose expression froze again, looked at Ye Qing with a squint, and said coldly:

"Ben Gongzi has already given you the greatest tolerance, and you still have to negotiate terms with Ben Gongzi!"

"Ye Qing, you can't help but look down on yourself too much!"

In the face of Zhang Xiuran's beating, Ye Qing was not afraid at all, and said calmly:

"Take advantage of the fact that Childe's good impression of me is increasing unabated, and if I don't climb up the pole, I take the opportunity to want some benefits, then doesn't it prove that Childe is looking at the wrong person!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Xiuran raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ye Qingdao:

"You're such an interesting guy."

"Say, on what terms?"

"Take advantage of the fact that my son is in a good mood now, hurry up!"

"Protect my family from external threats!" Ye Qing raised his head, looked directly at Zhang Xiuran, and said categorically: "In this way, I should have no worries and work hard to climb up!" ”

"Oh?" Reasonable, the unexpected request made Zhang Xiuran's favor for Ye Qing increase again.

This Ye Qing is both intelligent and intelligent, and after a short period of contact, he will definitely be able to detect that if he takes refuge in himself, his family will definitely be taken care of.

He should ask himself to help him solve his lowly status, so that the conditions for him to work hard are more reasonable and reasonable.

But he still offered to let him take care of his family.

Gee!

This is to hand over his own weakness.

Similarly, it also let him know how much love and righteousness Ye Qing has, and let him rest assured that Ye Qing will not betray.

Bang Bang Bang!

Applause rang out~

Zhang Xiuran looked at Ye Qing's serious appearance with appreciation.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

"What a Ye Qing."

"This matter is answered by my son."

"Ben Gongzi is really looking forward to what kind of help you will bring to Ben Gongzi in the future."

Ye Qing, who had a stone on the ground in his heart, said with a resolute expression:

"I will try to be a friend so that Childe can be treated as equal."

Friends who are the same?

These seven words were deeply rooted in Zhang Xiuran's heart.

Let Shenqi Zhang's concubine be the same, a cheap person is a bit of a fool's dream.

Still, friend......

Zhang Xiuran got rid of his cynicism and recklessness, as if he had changed into a different person, and the momentum exuded from his body made Ye Qing's heart sink.

Especially the coldness in Zhang Xiuran's eyes, which made Ye Qing feel a little afraid to look at him.

At this moment, Zhang Xiuran was also deeply rooted in Ye Qing's mind.

As Ye Qing adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, after a few breaths, he calmly looked at Zhang Xiuran, the gentle and handsome poor young man who was not shocked by honor and disgrace, reflected in Zhang Xiuran's pupils.

"Ben Gongzi is looking forward to that day."

After Zhang Xiuran said this solemnly, the corners of his mouth rose, and he returned to his former prodigal and unruly.

With a proud back, he walked towards the door.

Ye Qing silently lay back on the wooden couch and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Squeak!

The door opens.

A sturdy figure scurried towards the room.

Startled, Zhang Xiuran suddenly dodged to the right, he frowned and turned his head, and saw Xie Qian's gray hair coming to Ye Qing's bed.

Zhang Xiuran smiled strangely and whispered: "I didn't expect Xie Lao to be so vigorous, his body should be very tough, he can be called old and strong, and it is not a problem to come to the third daughter of the night palace." ”

"Xie Lao can't do it!" Categorical words came from the side.

Zhang Xiuran, who was frightened again, touched his nose with a little weakness, and ridiculed that the great Confucian of Yingchuan Academy was heard, or was heard by the Huaiyang prefect.

He turned his head to look at it, and saw the upright Chen Yuming, looking at him seriously.

It's embarrassing to open the door in embarrassment!

I'm embarrassed to get home!

Boom!

Zhang Xiuran, who hurriedly closed the door of the house, ignored the gloating eyes on the side, and respectfully bowed his hand to Chen Yuming, the prefect of Huaiyang:

"Junior Zhang Xiuran, I have seen Governor Chen."

Don't bend over, don't call yourself an adult, only call yourself a junior, this can be called rude words and deeds that don't know how to be polite, but in the eyes of the two, they feel extremely normal.

On the contrary, it was Guan Ziya on the side who was nervous about himself, a good brother who had prostituted Hualou Meiji together.

This is the prefect of Huaiyang, one of the eight cities of Shenqi, under the direct jurisdiction of His Majesty, and can be called one of His Majesty's most relied on courtiers.

Guan Ziya's worried eyes kept scanning the two of them, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and he really sweated for Zhang Xiuran.

However, Guan Ziya scolded in his heart: "Uncle Shi's temper is not so good, right? ”

In the next moment, he saw Chen Yuming give Zhang Xiuran a look, and the two of them walked towards the backyard of the medical hall one after the other.

Guan Zizai, who was suspicious in his heart, once again bloomed with gossip in his eyes.

The dignified seven-foot man bent down and walked forward sneakily.

At this moment, a tall figure stood in front of him, almost knocking him on the head.

Ahem!

The cough to hide the embarrassment sounded, Guan Ziya straightened his waist, stroked his chest and abdomen with both hands, tidied up a azure brocade silk, and restored his former graceful bearing.

"What, it's a good day."

"Well, the weather is really good!"

Qi Heng was very recognized, and he bowed his head seriously.

made Guan Ziya's heart more and more weak, and without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the medical hall, and said loudly: "My son is hungry, go buy a pea cake, Qi Heng, will you eat it?" ”

"Thank you, Mr. Guan, forget about the pea cake, please help the little one bring a beef potsticker."

Guan Zizai, who was striding into the meteor, paused slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he muttered:

"Good fellow, you're really welcome, there must be a master and a servant, all cheeky guys."

……

In the courtyard where there are many medicine racks, there are herbs of different colors on each dill, and all kinds of pungent medicinal smells are fused together with the refreshing spring breeze, forming a refreshing and eye-catching special medicinal fragrance.

made the Qingtian prefect, who found out today that the government and the pickled matter, have a lot of clarity in their minds.

He picked up a half-dried dandelion, put the rhizome into his mouth and gently sipped it, feeling the slight bitterness in his mouth, and his nerves relaxed a lot after a day of tension.

"Governor Chen, I don't know what you are calling your juniors to come here for?"

The Shanshui Silver Fan unfolded, bringing a gust of spring breeze, blowing away the medicinal fragrance that lingered on the tip of Zhang Xiuran's nose and made him uncomfortable.

Chen Yuming turned sideways slightly, looked at the Zhang family's concubine who could be called a hanger in his eyes, and asked directly: "How long are you going to stay in Huaiyang City?" ”

"Well, when the money is spent, or you get tired of it, you can leave."

Zhang Xiuran, who blinked his eyes, looked at Chen Yuming playfully, not caring at all whether his words would anger a senior member of the fourth grade.

"Okay, let me ask you, how much money do you have? What makes me tired? ”

The prefect, who was not annoyed, rolled his tongue, swallowed the dandelion into his mouth and chewed, and stared at Zhang Xiuran with his hands behind his back.

is obviously lower than Zhang Xiuran, but it makes Zhang Xiuran feel like he is being looked down upon, which makes him fan the silver fan a little faster, and still maintains a cynical appearance, as if showing off:

"Not much, the junior carries more than 30,000 taels of silver tickets in his arms, and there are 200,000 taels of silver in the ticket number, as for how to stay..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Yuming.

I only heard Chen Yuming say categorically: "If you take out 30,000 taels, it will be regarded as using the compensation of Xie Lao and the official, otherwise, the official will sell you!" ”

Zhang Xiuran: ?????? The prefect is a robber and stops people to rob?