The sound of silk and bamboo is pleasant, layers of tulle are stacked, or handsome and chic, or fresh and cute, or the beautiful men with eight abdominal muscles twist their waists behind the tulle, and the handsome and miserable man boldly stepped forward and hooked Yan Mu'an's fingers, and said seductively, "The princess comes with me." ”

Yan Mu'an, who was like in the clouds, got up with a smile and let the beautiful man bring him into the tulle, and suddenly a group of beautiful men of all colors surrounded her, looking at her resentfully, "The princess is eccentric." ”

"Hahahaha~~~"

"Hahahaha~~~"

Yan Mu'an only felt boundless happiness, touched this hand, pinched that waist, and laughed very arrogantly, and then there was a loud 'touch', and the widow king with a knife stood in front of her gloomily, and then turned around, all the beautiful men behind him all had the same face as the widow king, and they said in unison, "Princess, you are looking for death." ”

"Ah~"

Yan Mu'an woke up suddenly, the corners of her mouth were still stained with saliva, and Caihe hurriedly stepped forward, "Did the princess dream just now, did she dream of something, she kept laughing." ”

The laughter was so terrible that there was a kind of princess who had turned into a flower thief, and she laughed quite lightly.

"But did you dream of the prince?"

Yan Mu'an grabbed the slightly cold tea next to him and poured it down, the dream just now was really terrible, how could the widow king not dissipate her good deeds, so many beautiful men, so happy, woo woo woo~~~

It turned out that Yan Mu'an also felt a little tired after a few days of busyness, and he was resting for two days, and when he was fine, he was crooked in the pavilion next to the lotus pond to enjoy the scenery, brush the system, and go to see the sisters in the forum who were still struggling in suffering, seeking a little comfort for himself.

An hour ago, she swiped a post that a sister in the group had become an empress, and she was killing her in the world by relying on the art of war that these people in the forum had made up for her.

As soon as the post came out, a tall building was quickly built.,In addition to congratulations, they're asking if there is a strong male protagonist.,Is there a harem of three thousand.,As a result, people reply to men will only affect the speed of her becoming emperor.,Occasionally, when interest comes, call two to relieve boredom.,And ask if you have experienced the beauty of eight men with abdominal muscles wearing tulle dancing to themselves.,Envy enough for a group of people struggling on the line of life and death.。

At that time, she touched her chin beautifully, fantasizing that it would be nice if there were many beautiful men dancing for her, and then she fell asleep unconsciously, and then the fantasy scene appeared in the dream.

I was scared to wake up before I finished a dream, and the widow king shouldn't have been.

"What kind of daydreaming in the daytime, I don't know where the prince is now?"

Running so far still appears in her dreams and spoils her good things, can that kind of dream be done casually?

At this time, in a dense forest somewhere in the Southern Qi Kingdom, the frightened birds returned to the branches and looked at the people in the forest uneasily.

"No, I can't."

There is an official road passing through the forest, and at this moment, in the carriage on the official road, the guards wearing Yongchang's clothes are cramped and uneasy, "I really can't do it." ”

One of the guards gave him a kick, "A man can't say no, and you're in the carriage on weekdays, who knows you're not?" ”

Yong Chang had already led his elite team to leave an hour ago, leaving his cronies and guards to pretend to be his own eyes and ears, and continued to patrol the border.

"Besides, you are somewhat similar to the prince in terms of body shape and speaking voice, didn't the prince also prepare a mask for you, who can recognize you?"

The guard pretending to be Yongchang straightened his waist and cleared his throat, "Be bold, dare to kick this king, and show the public directly." ”

The guard next to him gave him another punch on the shoulder, "Yes, yes, yes, just this voice, remember, the prince is silent, he can not speak without speaking, don't talk too much." ”

Mom, if this is the real prince, how good it would be, swing a fist at him.

The guard pretending to be Yongchang was also playful, "If you dare to hit this king, this king will cut off your head immediately." ”

"Ouch, I'm so scared."

The guard gave him another punch and frowned, "I think I have the guts to stab the sky." ”

"Lord Wang."

The guard pretending to be Yongchang suddenly got up and knelt down on one knee and saluted, "I am bold and reckless, and I beg the prince to punish him." ”

The guard next to him turned around tremblingly, and saw that there was a person behind him who almost didn't kneel down directly, and when he saw it clearly, he found that it was another guard, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, sure enough, the prince was still so weak in his heart, the prince was terrible.

At this moment, Yongchang has already left the mountains and forests with people, they will look for a suitable mountain to settle in, and then pretend to be mountain bandits, first do a few big things, and then head towards the chaotic place.

Half an hour later, they successfully took a cottage, forcibly occupied other people's territory and drove all the people away, and Yongchang became the owner of the village.

"Big boss, God bless me and others, this cottage is dangerous, the hill is flat, and there are many houses, enough to accommodate the brothers."

Yongchang's deputy general, now the second leader of the cottage, took off his armor and put on the costume of a mountain bandit, he is simply a mountain bandit.

Yongchang nodded, he was still very handsome as a mountain bandit leader, so he didn't know where to get half a ghost mask to wear, which made it more insidious and cunning.

"From today on, we are the people of Heifeng Village, and we will say that we are Heifeng Wei when we act in the future, and we have evolved from Heifeng Village, and it just so happens that everyone has a black cloak, which is just right."

"Pen and ink preparation."

It's been a few days, and when it's time to write a letter to the princess, I don't know how the princess is at the moment?

But why are her ears a little hot, could it be that the princess is thinking about her?

Thinking of this, my mood is better again.

Governor Yang showed the greatest motivation since he became an official, and he was checking all kinds of evidence of the Zhang family every day, and he was locked in a prison and did not hold a trial, but the people did not ask because the day of paying the grain tax had arrived.

I have long looked forward to this day when the Yong family is gearing up to go out of the city and go to different places with a major mission.

"You're from Wangshui Village? All lined up. ”

In order not to give the following grain collectors the opportunity to oppress the people, this time the grain collection was in the local yamen, and the village chiefs lined up with their own men and grain taxes to pay the grain.

"Official, we are from Wangshui Village, the villain is the village head, this is the roster and land in the village, and we have brought all the taxes and grain."

Yong Mingshun, who was in charge here, took the booklet and asked the local yamen to check it, and then the grain began to be weighed, and the people who weighed it began to report the number, and said, "There are five hundred catties more." ”

Yong Mingshun glanced at the village chief, "Let your people bring back the extra five hundred catties." ”

The village chief didn't know why, they all came according to the previous rules, and the extra 500 catties were still filial piety food from each household in the village, "Official, we know the rules, this is filial piety to the official." ”

"What rules?"

Yong Mingshun looked coldly, "There is an order in the palace, no one is allowed to use anything on the matter of grain tax, oppress the people, and take not more tax grain from the people. ”

The village chief couldn't believe that there were such good things and such good officials, "Official, is this true?" ”