Back Off, Let Me Come

Facing the young scribe's resentful eyes and silent accusations, Qi Shan was also filled with sorrow. He was the one who was wrong in the first place, and he was even more speechless at the moment. What should he say? Saying that his vision is not very good, the seven lords he chose before are not good enough?

Or do you want to reiterate that this is okay now?

The young man looked disgusted on the outside, but was shocked on the inside - when had she ever seen a prayer book that was speechless and felt guilty?

The young scribe said: "Now I don't want you to return a country. You can just return all my losses one by one."

Qishan still gave the same answer.

He is now so poor that one person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry.

There really isn’t a penny.

If the young scribe doesn't mind the trouble, he can stay. It's okay for him to get rich as long as he can.

The young scribe obviously disagreed with this decision and pretended to smile evilly: "Do you want money? That's fine, or even your life."

Qishan shook his head: "My Lord will not agree."

The young scribe clicked his tongue slightly boredly.

At this time, the waiter started to serve the food.

These recipes are also leaked from the government agencies. Although the color, aroma and taste are not as refined as the government chefs, they are almost a dimensionality reduction blow for the people who are short of food. However, Longwu County is too poor, and only a few people can afford it.

Except for the young lady of the Zhao family, the other four people present were either literary scholars or courageous warriors, and naturally they had an astonishing appetite.

The young scribes were not polite either.

Frankly speaking: "Eat with openness, and pray for good fortune if you are poor."

Only then did Qishan notice the young lady from the Zhao family.

He vaguely felt that the other person's appearance looked familiar.

The young scribe thought he was harboring unhealthy content in his mind, so he explained: "We met this young man halfway."

Qishan asked her: "What's your surname, Xiaolang?"

The young lady of the Zhao family said: "My surname is Zhao, and my family is well-established. If you don't mind, sir, just call me Dalang Zhao..."

"Zhao?"

Qi Shan subconsciously thought of Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng's rugged man was completely different from the young man in front of him. Just as he was about to ask where his ancestral home was, there was a sudden noise outside the restaurant. Some people screamed for help, while others yelled obscenities, mixed with words like "beat them to death."

Qi Shan frowned and stood up.

He propped up the window and looked outside.

The crowd gathered to watch the show.

An old woman was using a stick to beat another woman in her thirties, cursing and spitting at the same time. There was also a young and handsome woman holding a baby in her arms, standing on one side and crying. The old woman is thin, but her hands and feet are flexible and strong.

The woman was beaten until she was unable to fight back, and her clothes were torn off. She repeatedly begged for mercy, but the old woman refused.

"What's going on outside?"

The waiter who brought the food was smiling.

"My distinguished guest doesn't know that the people making the noise below all live on the west side of the city. The one who was beaten and scolded was a widow. Speaking of which, she was quite pitiful. The man died a long time ago, and she was also raped by Shi Wu and those beasts... Alas, there is only one daughter in the family, and there is no independent man, so the life of mother and daughter is difficult. I vaguely heard someone say that she acted shabbily in order to earn a living for two people. The first one, her daughter was not Did the government choose middle school crafts? She probably wanted to be proud, so she set up a stall and sold some gadgets. The other two were a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law, and they were neighbors of the widow...I don’t know why they got into a fight..."

They also demolished the stalls where people were eating.

The young scribe also came up to take a look, and saw that he was torn into a ball: "Long Wu's folk customs are indeed strong."

It's hard to judge whether it's praise or criticism.

Qi Shan glanced at him and was about to give the young man a wink, asking her to go down and take down the three of them - if it was an ordinary neighbor conflict, the government office would not be able to deal with it, but they were all clamoring for their lives, and the widow's daughter was a student in the school. Can't ignore it.

However, before the young man could climb over the window and jump out, the crowd below suddenly separated. A girl rushed forward and pushed the old woman away, using her immature body to stop the old woman who was still trying to show off her ferocity. The old woman was pushed away by the girl without realizing it. She took a closer look and smiled ferociously.

He spat and said with a ferocious expression: "Who else do you think you are? It turns out to be you, the bastard with an unknown father!"

"䱱——"

Observe the girl's appearance carefully.

The facial features do have a bit of Shiwu characteristics.

But this proves nothing.

Longwu County is located on the border. When the situation was still peaceful, the two tribes had frequent exchanges and exchanges of information. With too much contact, marriage and fusion are inevitable. As time goes by, a small group of people will naturally merge the blood of the two races and continue it from generation to generation.

The widow's clothes had long been torn and her clothes were in a mess.

A small patch of gray is revealed.

Hearing the old woman's words, Jiang Huang's face suddenly turned pale.

The girl was also shaking with anger.

The old woman was tearing her throat, pointing at the girl with her wrinkled, chicken claw-like fingers, and her long nails were almost poking her eyes: "I'll beat you bastard to death too!"

"Who gave you permission to touch my students?"

Restaurants, elegant rooms.

The young scholar had long noticed the handsome woman who came with the girl. He was so amazed that he wanted to stretch his neck out of the window. He patted Qi Shan on the shoulder and whispered excitedly: "Qi Yuanliang, Qi Yuanliang, this is Who is this girl?”

Qishan said: "Ning Yan, Ning Tunan."

The young scribe turned his head with a hiss, and the enchanting peonies on his head were all out of place: "How do you know someone's maiden name?"

"Colleagues, it's not strange for us to exchange names."

Young scribe: "Your colleague?"

He suddenly thought of Xu Jie's box of family letters, with a strange expression on his face: "Co-authored... Is your master really a girl?"

The young lady of the Zhao family: "???"

Qi Shan said calmly: "What's wrong with my daughter?"

Tsk, I have never seen the world.

The young scribe was speechless by his calm attitude, and turned his head to continue watching the developments below. But the woman named Ning Tunan raised her hand and asked someone to take down the old woman and her daughter-in-law, as well as the man who had been ignored by everyone, and take them to the government together with the widow, mother and daughter, so that they could be clearly distinguished.

The old woman was panicked at first, but she didn't know what she thought of, so she held her head high again and gave the widow a fierce look.

The young scribe said with great interest: "Go and see the excitement."

Qi Shan was uninterested: "...What's so good about this?"

This man cowardly stayed aside and allowed the old mother, wife and children to charge forward. He could roughly guess the contradiction inside.

He also warned the young scribes.

"Don't have any bad ideas about Ning Tunan."

Dare to move?

Ning Yan could knock his head off.

The young scribe had an expression on his face that said, "You have such a dirty mind." "You don't understand. Who said that appreciating a woman means keeping it as your own? I just admire her and want to make acquaintances and become friends. When Is it as dirty as you thought?"

Qi Shan was suspicious: "Make friends?"

The young scribe raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Dare to serve as an official as a woman. Your courage is commendable. How can you not be worth making friends with?"

As he said that, the people below almost dispersed.

Before leaving, Ning Yan glanced at a window of a nearby restaurant, and then lowered her head to comfort the girl with a gentle voice.

【Official Office】

Shen Tang had just finished finishing a bunch of work, rubbing her eyes and stretching. Before she could take a break, she heard the sound of drums. She suddenly became serious and called someone to ask, "What's going on outside?"

"An old woman in the west of the city sued her neighbor's widow."

Shen Tang ate two cakes in a hurry.

"What are you suing for?"

Shen Tang set up a drum for the sake of public security in Ruyao. If there were any grievances, she could beat the drum to complain, and she would deal with it personally.

This was the first time it rang.

"The widow failed to seduce her son, but because of her love, she became jealous and plotted to kill her grandson... The old woman brought her daughter-in-law and young grandson to seek justice, but was blocked by Dean Ning. The old woman also wanted to sue Dean Ning, and she refused to defend him. Students don't care about right and wrong..."

This involves the college girls and the dean Ning Yan.

Otherwise, it is just an ordinary contradiction.

Shen Tang's face darkened.

Said: "Go over and take a look."

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The case of unruly people doesn't last long, don't worry about the next 123.