The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 188:

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"Haha!" As expected of the second generation who grew up in Kyoto's officialdom, the son of a bachelor of the first degree, Yao Yangyu instantly understood what Feng Zhiwei meant, clapped his hands with joy, gathered the students around him, and said : "Brothers, today we are ordered by the constitution to become prostitutes!"

With a "pop" sound, Feng Zhiwei, Ning Cheng, and He Lianzheng all spurted out the tea in their mouths...

"Really..." Everyone cheered and went out, Feng Zhiwei murmured, "Don't say it so bluntly."

"Really..." Ning Cheng murmured with straight eyes, "No wonder I couldn't stimulate her last night."

"Really..." He Lianzheng felt like there was a needle stuck in his butt, twisting left and right, "Why are you so upright and upright, so that others have to pretend to be a saint in front of her? She doesn't dare to go if she wants to... …”

"Really." Feng Zhiwei leaned over and curiously asked He Lianzheng, who was still with a grimace, "Why don't you go? Could it be that you..."

He Lianzheng was so stimulated that he loudly said: "My aunt said that you must guard your body like a jade."

Feng Zhi glanced at him slightly and said, "Your aunt said you can go here."

Prince Helian stood up suddenly and hurried after the large army. He was running in such a hurry that he did not hear what Feng Zhiwei had not finished saying.

"If you go, you'll be out..."

On the first day when the imperial envoy came to Nanhai, Nanhai officials were forced to board the ship and put their buttocks up to light the fire.

On the third day when the imperial envoy came to the South China Sea, the officialdom of the South China Sea was shaken by a hurricane-like "Operation to Capture the Drifters."

That day was not originally a rest day for the yamen, but Mr. Zhou issued an order. In view of everyone's recent busyness, the class leader was allowed to take a day off. The so-called class break meant that it was still an office day in name, but in fact, a rest was allowed.

Zhou Xizhong's management of officials is not to be tough on both hands, but to be rigorous in official matters and let go of private matters.

He has a tough style and high demands on his subordinates. Sometimes he is afraid that too much pressure will drive him crazy, so he usually turns a blind eye to some relaxing activities in private.

So on this rest day, the officials called it "office work", but in fact they all went out to party.

Then he met the second-generation ancestors from the Imperial Capital in various luxurious and luxurious situations.

The place where the yamen servants took the Imperial Imperial Envoy’s entourage to play was naturally the most exclusive occasion in Fengzhou. It was also a place frequented by the chief envoys and magistrate officials. To win over, these people have never seen the luxury of such a place. They are so carried away that when they see a familiar official, they will show off and bite the ears of the second-generation ancestors, "Look, that is the Chief Envoy Yamen Zuo Shenzheng Wang. Last time my son got married, he gave me a painting with words..."

"Look at that one, hee hee, Mr. Dao Qi, the Chief Envoy's Yamen Branch Guard, is Miss Jiaohong's guest!"

The second-generation ancestors held wine glasses and hugged the beauty while listening, showing their sharp-toothed smiles, "Are you sure?"

“You can’t go wrong again!”

The second-generation ancestors howled, and with a wave of their hands, the imperial guards rushed in, overturned the happy adults with their hands raised, tied their hands behind their backs, covered their faces with black cloth, and held a rope.

A high-ranking official yelled: "How presumptuous! Who are you! Let me go! I am the chief envoy to Yamen Zuo Shenzhen!"

Someone asked in his ear: "Are you sure you are a leftist political lord?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure you want us to get the black cloth?"

"Hurry up!"

As soon as the mask was removed, as soon as the sky lit up, Mr. Zuo Zheng suddenly found himself in the middle of the crowd on the street. The people on all sides were surrounded by people on three levels inside and three outside, all with silly expressions with their mouths wide open. To him.

Zuo Shenzheng suddenly lowered his head and shouted: "I'm not! Cover up!"

Such a situation happened in the streets and alleys of Fengzhou where there were high-end brothels and clubs. The people of Fengzhou were lucky enough to watch an official **** show for free without paying any money.

Two classmates, Yao Yangyu and He Lianzheng, are very good at poking people's secrets and poking others' feet. They heard that a master of the grain road had a unique taste and liked game outside Fengzhou City, so they rushed there. After going there and having fun with countless village girls, she finally joined forces with Lord Liang Dao.

He Lianzheng and Yao Yangyu escorted Lord Liangdao through the market in a triumphant manner, with red pepper skewers from the countryside hanging from their ears.

It took half a day to overthrow forty-eight officials at all levels who gathered in various brothels for entertainment. Among them were two officials from the third grade, one official from the fourth grade, eighteen officials from the fifth grade, six officials from the seventh grade, and nine officials from the ninth grade. There were two rank-and-file clerks at all levels of the book office, no matter their official position, all of them tied their hands and covered their faces, and were led to the Zhizhou Yamen with a rope.

There was a sensation in Fengzhou, and the people chased them through three streets, watching the usually aloof officials parading through the streets like grasshoppers on a rope. Although Feng Zhiwei had taken care of the mask in advance, he did not sign up or explain. What happened, but good things are not famous but bad things spread thousands of miles. In the blink of an eye, everyone in Fengzhou knew that today the Nanhai officials were having fun together and were all caught by the imperial envoy.

Feng Zhiwei, accompanied by the ashen-faced magistrate of Zhizhou Yamen, smiled and took the string of grasshoppers straight to the Chief Envoy Yamen.

Zhou Xizhong had already received the news, and came out with a livid face. When he saw the rope grasshopper, his face twitched, and he immediately ordered the people to be brought into the house and dispersed the onlookers.

Feng Zhiwei doesn’t stop me. Don’t push people too hard. I’ll just let you see clearly.

Zhou Xizhong dispersed the people into the lobby and immediately ordered them to be untied. This time Feng Zhiwei spoke.

"Mr. Zhou." She drank tea leisurely, "What do you mean?"

"Good question." Zhou Xizhong immediately turned around and stared at her solemnly, "Master Wei, what do you mean?"

He looked at Feng Zhiwei, who was almost frail and young, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He originally just wanted to show off Feng Zhiwei today so that the young man could understand the pros and cons of advancing and retreating, so that he could take the initiative when he sat down to talk about the Department of Shipping Affairs.

At the same time, he also has a selfish motive - he has been in the South China Sea for many years, and has never suffered such a defeat. A petition caused a big disaster, and it has not been resolved yet. Instead, he has become a good person for the imperial envoy. If he doesn't give this hair The boss boy should look at the color, I'm afraid his subordinates will look down on him a little from now on.