Foxy Beauty Charms the World

"B-b-person!"

Following a furious growl, Wan Xin held back and ran over with large strides. He was so angry that his body was flowing, making him look like he was full of fighting spirit … Hens.

Whoever still had a flowered headscarf tied around their head and was wearing a red silk dress would not be happy to the point that their faces were covered in dirt. When he was just three or four steps away from Qin Lingmo, the feather duster in his hand snapped.

"What is it?" The former Prime Minister, who was sitting on a rattan chair, leaned lazily against the armrest. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. The shade above his head was just enough to block out the growing heat of the sun.

Wan Xin didn't say anything, but an old woman wearing a plain dress walked in through the fence, holding a bowl of light red soup, which was faintly emitting a cold air.

"Come here, little brother, drink some watermelon juice and heat it up." The woman laughed so much that her face bloomed, and she handed the bowl over. Qin Lingmo stood up and took it from her. "Thank you, aunt."

"Aiya, it's the old woman who should thank you. If it's not some big brother helping to build this roof, then our family will have to sleep in the river if there's to be another storm!" The grandma was very simple as she rubbed her hands and laughed.

"How could that be? This is what this junior should do." Qin Lingmo handed the watermelon juice in his hand to Wan Xin and gave her a slight bow.

Although Wan Xin was angry, he couldn't lose his temper in front of the old man. He could only hold the watermelon juice in his hand and stand aside silently. His eyes were spitting fire as he glared at Qin Lingmo's back.

"Aunt, how are you doing?"

"Sigh, not bad. I grew some land and leaned against the forest. The old man's body was not bad, and he could also grow some game meat. The children are all in the city, and they often bring back some things.

"Are the taxes heavy?"

"Sigh …" The woman sighed with a worried look on her face. "The taxes aren't that heavy, but …"

"Why?" Qin Ling frowned.

"The taxes aren't that heavy, but there's a lot of extra farming money, salt and iron taxes, shoe taxes, fishing taxes …" The woman sighed again. The smile from before was replaced with a frown. "If it wasn't for the opening of the eyes of the heavens these few years, the weather would have been good and the harvest would have been good, otherwise …" "Sigh!"

"This was all decided by the Prefect?"

"Otherwise, who else would dare?"

"I've heard that an honest and clean Lord Supervising Censor has arrived. Why don't you go there and report it?"

"Sigh!" It's true that Lord Censor is a clean and honest man, but the Prefect has been around for a long time. Who would dare to hope that Lord Censor would leave soon? Furthermore, there are people from the Prefect on the streets. The old woman bowed and sighed.

"Mother, what nonsense are you spouting!?" "Rotten tongue!" Carrying a rattan basket, an old man dressed as a hunter angrily walked over and gave the woman a tug. After which, he smiled embarrassedly at Qin Lingmo. The two old men muttered and dragged each other away.

Qin Lingmo watched their departing figures. He curled his fingers and gently stroked his chin as he pondered. Wan Xin's face was gloomy. Walking forward, she coldly snorted: "Don't you feel the heat?"

"My back is burning through." Smiling, Qin Lingmo turned around and took the watermelon juice from Wan Xin's hands. He took a sip and said, "It tastes pretty good. It even cooled down in the cellar."

"Qin, Ling, Mo!"

"Here."

"Tell me clearly, what are you trying to do if you're not travelling properly and instead coming to fix the roof of the old lady's house?!" Wan Xin endured the anger that was continuously rising up and down, to avoid committing murder and dismembering.

"It was a simple task to pass by." It was short, but it contained three layers of explanations, but none of them could convince Wan Xin.

"Who would believe that!"

"Delicious." Qin Lingmo drank the watermelon juice by himself, completely ignoring Wan Xin's doubts and anger. Just when Wan Xin decided to wake him up, Qin Ling Mo called out to the guard captain, "Lan Yun."

"Yes." The guard captain stuck his head out from the roof and wore the same flowery headscarf. His face was a mix of black and white.

"Make up the roof."

"Yes." Lan Yun paused and asked, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Oh, go out for a walk." Qin Lingmo placed the watermelon juice on the lid of a nearby water jug, turned around, and dragged Wan Xin out through the gate.

Lan Yun immediately waved his hand to signal his subordinates to come over. "Follow Sir. I'm worried that Wan Xin will be unreliable."

"Yes, captain!" A figure immediately jumped up onto a nearby tree, jumping around in the shade.

"Where are you going?"

After breaking free from his restraints, Wan Xin had decided not to get angry easily, as the burden on his body was quite heavy. And obviously it's easy to see, when the court is black-hearted chancellor thick enough is one of the important virtues.

"To the magistrate court for a day's outing."

Qin Ling Mo answered without even turning his head.

Wan Xin rushed in front of him, and asked while staring at his profile, "Do you want to meddle with that old lady's business?"

"The dynasty has no surcharge for any purpose other than the official tax. On the other hand, the rich would have to pay an extra forty buckets of food. Five hundred yuan is not that much. "

This was a side answer to Wan Xin's question.

"Aren't we supposed to be on our way? When will we get to Xiangbei if we dawdle like this?! " In the end, he still failed. His anger had never subsided. It was like he was accompanied by every day, and it was growing day by day.

"You're even more anxious than I am." He picked a random flower and turned it around, smiling as he handed it to Wan Xin. The latter took it and ground it into powder.

"I want to finish this mission and get rid of you as soon as possible!" Wan Xin clenched his fists. He had always been concerned about the true nature of Xuan Xin. That incident had always been buried deep within his heart, torturing him to the point where he couldn't rest or eat at ease. This was one of the reasons why his anger was increasing.

Qin Lingmo pursed his lips in an indifferent manner. "That's true. However, this can also be considered a type of illness on my part."

Du Prefecture

"Hey!" Who are you! How can we barge into important areas of the magistrate court! "

The gray-green walls towered high, and on both sides of the imposing yamen, there were saber-crossing yamen runners. One of them was pushing Qin Lingmo away, his face filled with impatience and severity.

"I have an appointment with the Prefect. If you don't believe me, then take your card in and ask." Qin Ling Mo calmly took out his name card and handed it over.

A bailiff took it and glanced at him doubtfully, before lowering his head to flip open the name scroll, and muttered a few words: "Qin Zi Zhao? What is it? "Just you wait!" Even though he was impatient, he still went in.

"When did you contact the Prefect here?" Wan Xin was astonished.

"Just now." Qin Lingmo tilted his head and smiled. "I need your help."

All of a sudden, the alarms in his heart rang loudly. Before he could even raise his head, he felt a dull pain strike his feet. Caught off guard, he couldn't help but cry out.

"Aiya, you've gotten an old injury again, how can this be good?" With a distressed and anxious expression on his face, Qin Lingmo hurriedly supported Wan Xin and told the other yamen runner, "Master, are you willing to bring my servant to see a doctor?"

"This …"

The invectives that were about to be spoken were stuffed back into the silver ingot in his hand. When the bailiff saw that it wasn't light, he humphed twice and then took Wan Xin away with a twisted expression.

Resisting the anger and pain, Protector Right turned around and glared. What he reaped was Qin Lingmo's charming smile and the wave of his hand.

After everything was settled, the former Prime Minister walked directly in. He had his hands behind his back as he paced around leisurely with a calm demeanor. He had no intention of trespassing in the palace. Given his extraordinary bearing, that natural noble air of leisure made all the officers and servants on the road not dare to stop him. He wondered if this was the Prefect's distinguished guest.

Li Mi, the prefect of Wuzhou, was resting in the dorm room of the Peach Blossom Pavilion, sprawled out on a pear blossom chair, his feet propped up on a low stool in front of him. He was dressed in a dark blue homesick suit and had a hairpin in his hair. He was about thirty-six years old. His appearance was handsome, but there was a hint of cunning in his expression. There were two beautiful whiskers on his lips.

The maidservants behind him were gently pinching his shoulders, while Li Mi was happily counting the silver notes in her hands, occasionally drooling and occasionally pressing down on his beard.

"Master, did your servant knead it well?" The maidservant asked in a coquettish manner as she moved closer to Li Mi's ear.

"Good, good, good!" The Prefect smiled and took her hand.

"I hate it!" "Master …"

Just when his emotions were in a deep drizzle, a yamen runner came in with a name card to disrupt the good news. "Master, someone is handing over an invitation."

"Who is it?" Lee Mi was impatient.

"I don't know. It's said that you know him." The bailiff handed the post over.

Li Mi took it over and looked at it. I've never heard of it! Throw him away! Throw him away! "

"Yes sir!" The bailiff turned and left.

"Really, I'll count the money if you hold me back." Li Mi twitched her mouth in dissatisfaction, raised her flaunting smile, and waved the thick silver notes in her hand: "These are all the gifts from those wealthy merchants, it doesn't matter what kind of land they use, public land, or as much as they want. Master, I just want to eat and drink."

"Old master, you're really amazing …" The servant girl leaned over and pouted angrily, "Is the master not afraid of the censor's history?"

"Don't worry!" Your master is being very careful! " Li Mi smirked as she reached out her hand to pinch the maid's chin, gently shaking it.

"So annoying!"

As the two were flirting, the yamen runner charged in once again, "Master! That person went into the manor without permission. I wonder where he is now! "

"What?!" "How dare you!" Li Mi flew into a rage and then laughed complacently: "This is called catching a turtle in a jar, you actually broke into the mansion, close the door for me!"

"Yes sir!"

After the order had been given, Lee Mi could not stay any longer and felt that her heart was in a state of turmoil. He locked the banknotes in his hand into the box. He left his dorm and personally joined the search party.

Although the magistrate court had many houses, many courtyards, and a variety of doorways, it was reasonable to assume that it would not be hard for the entire government to search for an outsider. However, no matter how he searched, he could not find anyone. This was truly strange. Everyone in the manor wished that they could lie on the ground and interrogate even the ants that passed by.

Li Mi's intuition, which he obtained through years of greed and deception, made him feel uncomfortable in his heart. He reminded the servant to find the person, and then transferred himself to the secret room in the side yard.

As soon as he entered, he heard a man's voice coming from inside, "Nine million silver ingots, fifty-six thousand silver taels, one hundred gold taels, six thousand gold taels, one thousand and two hundred jade rods, twenty ruby pieces, thirty sapphire pieces, five coral trees, each taller than three feet."

"What? Who is it?!" Lee Mi was shocked and scared at the same time.

Inside the gold, silver, and jewelry collection, there was a man dressed in an ink-black robe. The jade hairpin was tied up slightly, and his figure was quite handsome. He held the volume in one hand and drew on it with the other.

"Bold thief!" He actually dared to steal it from the Prefect! Hurry and kneel down and beg for forgiveness! " Li Mi turned around with a righteous look and was about to shout for someone.

"The magistrate's official salary is one hundred and twenty taels of silver a year, and according to his official salary, he is to be paid one hundred and twenty taels of silver a year. According to the law, the Prefect is appointed every three years, and in three years, the amount will be three hundred and sixty silvers. " The black clothed man turned around and raised his beautiful lips, "Even the corners of this room aren't enough, Prefect Li."

"You, you, who are you …" Li Mi's forehead was sweating, and his Adam's apple was sliding down his throat.

"If we were to report this to the censor, I'm afraid Prefect Li will have to explain it to the ruler." Needless to say, that black robed man was none other than Qin Lingmo. He smiled leisurely and waved the scroll in his hand.

Lee Mi stared at the book, her eyes almost popping out.