Riding the Pheonix Chapter 81: Delightful

Prince Qidong is a well-behaved man.

Not only Dongning officials, but also Dongning people feel the same way.

Since King Qidong came to Dongning, he has been living the life that a county king should have.

For a county prince, being well-dressed and well-fed and spending money like water are not shortcomings, but being diligent and studious and having outstanding virtues are.

He doesn't interfere in local affairs and has little dealings with officials. He just has a luxurious style and acts domineeringly. This is really nothing.

Of course there were a few cases of seizing fertile farmland and allowing slaves to commit murder. But there were only a few cases, and they were not enough to arouse public outrage.

That is the prince, and he cannot afford to offend him. Ordinary people have this understanding that as long as it is not excessive, it is considered a rule.

Therefore, when those old cases were uncovered and the victims were brought before the censor, most people just watched the excitement.

Let’s see if this Jiang Qingtian is really selfless, even the king of the county dares to criticize him.

As a result, the gossip on the streets finally turned not to how the Ming family was haunted, but to how Jiang Qingtian tried the case.

Compared to Prince Qidong, who is at the forefront of the storm, Magistrate Wu is extremely leisurely.

When Jiang Wenfeng came to Dongning, although he inspected various affairs according to his duties, he did not make things difficult for him.

Therefore, his life was not affected. I still work every day, and after leaving the office, I go for a walk on the street to see if there are any good products in various antique stone shops.

On this day, Magistrate Wu wandered into Linglong Pavilion as usual.

"The master of the palace is here!" The boss of Linglongxuan came forward with a smile, "It's a coincidence that you are here. We just arrived at a high-quality Tianhuang stone this morning. Can you please appreciate it?"

Zhifu Wu laughed: "That's a coincidence. Let's take a walk and have a look."

The big shopkeeper invited Magistrate Wu upstairs and entered the collection room.

The four walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, and the treasure shelves were full of treasures. The big shopkeeper didn’t know what had been moved, and one of the walls slowly moved away, revealing a small room.

"Please come in." The big shopkeeper smiled.

Zhifu Wu nodded and entered the small room.

This small room is so small that it can only accommodate a table and a few chairs.

When Magistrate Wu entered, there were already people inside.

Two people, one standing and one sitting.

"Your Majesty." Magistrate Wu saluted respectfully, and then bowed his hand to another person, "Mr. Wu."

There is only one person in Dongning who can be called a prince.

Prince Qidong smiled and pointed: "Sit down. Mr. Wu will also sit down. There are no outsiders here."

Zhifu Wu smiled and agreed: "Yes."

The scribe standing next to Prince Qidong also bowed and sat down with him.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Magistrate Wu sat down and his first sentence was, "Finally, those things have been brought out. It shows that they have run out of tricks."

Prince Qidong nodded: "Thank you for your hard work these days."

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work." Magistrate Wu waved his hand, "The prince has done nothing, so he is not afraid of their investigation. It is all Mr. Wu's credit, but a small provocation made him lose his temper."

That Mr. Wu smiled and shook his head: "No, it wasn't Xiao Ke's idea. I don't dare to take credit."

Zhifu Wu looked surprised: "It wasn't Mr. Wu's idea?" He handed over his hand again, "It turns out that the prince has an expert like Mr. Wu by his side. It's really gratifying."

Prince Qidong nodded and smiled: "Young people are young people. I thought his appearance of caring and caring was just an act, but now it seems that it is somewhat true."

Zhifu Wu said: "Beauties are rare. Miss Mingqi is so beautiful and so smart. How can he let go of her? Who said that beauty traps only mean giving away beauties? He felt pity for this. Being angry is of great use."

The three looked at each other and laughed.

After holding back these days, I finally feel relaxed today.

They also thought that he, the Imperial City Secretary, had a strong head and six arms. No matter how dandy he looked, they did not dare to take him lightly. So it’s so easy to deal with?

From beginning to end, they put no effort into it. It was just that she saw that he was having a private meeting with a beautiful woman and asked the princess to take them to a restaurant.

Then came the good news.

Sue? Sue! Revealing these things shows that he can't find any other reason.

What does it mean for a county prince to do something illegal? The so-called seizing fertile land is nothing more than buying it at a low price to build a garden because someone else's land is good. As for letting slaves commit crimes, which powerful family has never done this?

For a prince who is so close to the emperor by blood, it is not a sin to do these things, it is a sin to do nothing.

"I'm afraid the prince will write a letter to plead guilty." Magistrate Wu said apologetically, "I'm afraid he will inevitably be reprimanded."

Prince Qidong waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, just be patient."

He lives with his tail between his legs. Isn’t this how he has been living these years?

Zhifu Wu did not stay here for long, and left Linglong Pavilion half an hour later.

I wandered around the street for a while and went to several other gold and stone shops before heading back to the office.

……

Mingwei didn't leave the house, but things outside were constantly reaching her ears.

"A rage turns into beauty!" She threw the small ball of paper into the Boshan furnace and watched it turn into black ashes.

Ah Wanpi smiled but said: "As a beauty, what do you think?"

Mingwei thought about it seriously: "It's not bad. ~IndoMTL.com~ Having Mr. Yang as a subordinate is very satisfying to my vanity."

"Humph!"

"Don't have such a bad temper, little girl." Mingwei said earnestly, "Look, you can't make me angry, so why bother making yourself angry all the time?"

Ah Wan said: "I am sixteen this year, how old are you?"

Ming smiled: "You only know that this body is fifteen years old, but do you know my real age? How could you know that I am not seventy or eighty years old, and I am living a prosperous life."

Awan looked at her suspiciously.

Really?

Old God Mingwei was there, poured some water into the inkstone, rubbed it casually a few times, and picked up the pen to draw the talisman.

"These days, I have turned over Yu Fangyuan, but I can't find the lock." She said while drawing, "I suspect that this lock is outside."

Awan asked: "Then what should we do?"

"Leave the outside matters to them, let's subdue Geng San first. Are you familiar with the formula?"

"I know it by heart."

"Very good." Mingwei handed the talisman he had just drawn into her hand, "Try to see if it can induce it."

"Now that I know how to use talismans, can I conquer Geng San?"

Ming Wei said: "Yes, so you have to be more serious!"

"Hmph, just wait!" Ah Wan held the talisman and went to the next door to try it.

Mingwei put down her pen, walked to the window, and looked at the willow trees in the darkness.

She played the soul-saving song for a few days and had almost worn away Geng San’s blood evil.

After subduing him tomorrow, I will try to bring back his lost consciousness.

In ten years, he may not remember many things, so he must hurry up.

As long as Geng San opens his mouth, he will know whether that terrible speculation is true or false.

"Mom." She lowered her head and looked at the golden hairpin in her hand, "Do you know what kind of man you love?"