Foxy Beauty Charms the World

"What are you trying to do!"

Lee Mi stared warily at the man who had suddenly appeared in the manor. She looked him up and down, wondering if he had been sent by the Censor to investigate him. But he kept all his accounts hidden, and the people watched. How could the censor, who was just a lackey, have noticed it?

Qin Lingmo let out a bright smile and didn't care at all about Li Mi's scolding, "You only have two options. One, return the money to the people. Two, wait for Censor's home. "

"No one is going to separate me from this money!" Hearing the words "pay the money back" and "rob the family", Lee Mi immediately jumped onto the nearest coral tree. The unrestrained branches poked into his abdomen, and she immediately howled while covering her stomach and slowly squatting down.

For some unknown reason, Qin Lingmo suddenly thought of Hu Ying. However, his family's Little Ying was not so stupid.

"I have roughly calculated, if you are willing to return the money to the people as I tell you, you will have some left. If you wait to rob the house, you won't get a single cent. "

Slowly bending his body, Qin Lingmo continued to smile kindly and warmly. If he only paid attention to this smile, he would not have known that he was being introduced to the Infernal Realm. Li Mi swallowed her saliva as she lowered her head to ponder the meaning behind his words. However, he suddenly heard the cold words pouring down from above his head.

"According to the law of this dynasty, a bribe received in secret would be two hundred strokes of the whip, one hundred and thirty strokes of the whip, three hundred strokes of the cane, and he would be dismissed from office and would never be employed. "Two hundred strokes, remove the kneecap …"

The sound was not loud, but it was like dripping ice water, each drop freezing a person's soul and breathing. Qin Lingmo had already straightened himself and was walking away slowly.

"Do you want me to go on with the entire law? "Think about the kind of punishment you'll be punished at what level you're at. If you can't remember, I can give you a reminder …"

"No need! "I, I know …" Li Mi swallowed her saliva once more and looked at Qin Lingmo with a different expression. "Who the hell are you? "Could it be Censor …"

"Didn't I hand over my name scroll?" Qin Lingmo sat down on a golden brick and crossed his legs as he chuckled softly. Only then did Lee Mi remember that a yamen runner had posted something about Qin Zizhao …

"Zi Zhao is my character. As for my name, it's Ling Mo."

Playing with a sapphire ring, the former prime minister spoke slowly.

Ah!" "AHH!" Lee Mi stood up in a panic but fell back because of her excessive strength. He half bent his legs and pressed himself against the wall behind him, staring at the man in front of him in horror.

"Old master!" When the guards heard Li Mi's shout, they rushed in. As soon as they saw Qin Lingmo, they drew their swords and faced him. Before the former prime minister could react, Lee Mi scuttled off like a rabbit without its tail, shouting at his guards, "Get out, get out!"

"But, old master, this …" The guards looked at each other.

"Get out!" Li Mi anxiously sent people flying while she secretly glanced at Qin Lingmo. She was afraid that her head would burst open the moment the former Prime Minister's face changed.

After chasing the guards out, Lee Mi rubbed her hands, fawning and fawning on them. "Whatever you say."

A piece of paper was plastered on Li Mi's face. The Prefecture Overseer glanced at it for a moment before chuckling, "Your calligraphy is really good. It has the appearance of a dragon and the phoenix, and the color of flowers falls."

"Cut the crap. Go ahead and do it."

Li Mi held the paper and looked at the names on it. Her expression became more and more painful as she looked down, and finally couldn't help but let out a heartbroken sigh, "Aiya, so much money, aiyo …" "It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much …"

Looking at the moaning Li Mi, Qin Lingmo felt that it was extremely funny. That feeling of familiarity made it impossible for him to treat her coldly like before. If Hu Ying was here, she would probably have the same expression as him. When he thought of Hu Ying, warmth suffused his heart.

Li Mi pulled at her small beard, her heart aching so much that she almost passed away. But even so, he didn't dare to bargain.

Sigh, it seems like my good days have come to an end …

As he walked out of the prefectural entrance, Wan Xin was waiting with a cold expression, her hand tightly gripping the hilt of her sword. From the looks of it, even if Qin Lingmo were to say something, it would provoke Wan Xin to pull out his sword.

"You'd better have a reasonable explanation, or I may not be able to control my hand." Wan Xin's low voice was filled with fear and determination.

Qin Lingmo shrugged and patted him on the back. "I can introduce you to a doctor."

Swish

The sword was already half out of its sheath.

One of them pressed forward while the other slowly retreated.

There was no way back to the corner. Qin Lingmo raised his arms in front of his chest to block the blade that was already in front of his nose.

"Alright, I'll say it. Put the sword away first."

"Speak!" The sword returned to its sheath.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat the soy sauce dumplings." Qin Lingmo, who had just resolved his crisis, walked leisurely to the street, his hands clasped behind his back. Stunned, Wan Xin's face turned completely black, he turned around and chased after her with fiendish steps.

"Qin, Ling, Mo!" He gritted his teeth as killing intent rose in his heart. With a turn of his wrist, a sword light flashed. Just as the silver ray of light was about to cut through the figure in front of it, the imperial bodyguard who had been following behind it in the dark descended from the sky, landing between Qin Lingmo and Wan Xin like a floating leaf.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Good." Qin Lingmo turned around to look at the guard and glanced at Wan Xin. Suddenly, he beckoned to the two of them very seriously and mysteriously.

Although Wan Xin really didn't want to get close, he didn't believe that the person in front of him had any serious business. Earlier, he truly had the thought of killing Qin Wentian. This was an unwise action. If he had been able to kill Qin Lingmo, he would have done the same thing long ago. It was because he couldn't, that he was able to endure.

Reluctantly, he leaned over and heard Qin Lingmo speak in a very serious and serious voice, "I didn't bring any money."

"Eh, Lord, your subordinate hasn't either …"

I must kill him! Wan Xin, who was taking out money, gritted his teeth. A copper coin in his hand was crushed into powder. Behind him, Qin Lingmo had a satisfied expression as he ate the bun. He passed the bit of bun in his hand to the guard and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Sir Xie, your subordinate is not hungry."

"Yes, I'm just being polite."

"…"

Wan Xin was so angry that he wanted to bite him to death. This bastard only had a good face! He definitely had to kill him and crush him into dust!

Night came, and the wind blew. The bright stars of the Milky Way snaked and coiled, stretching for a thousand miles.

"So beautiful …" Sitting on the rooftop, Qin Lingmo muttered as he gazed into the darkness of the night. The indifferent moonlight poured down, outlining his handsome figure.

Behind him, a dark figure slowly approached. He drew his sword, and a cold light flickered under the moonlight.

Qin Lingmo continued to stare up at the starry sky, as though he was oblivious to everything that was happening behind him. A shooting star streaked across the sky like a fleeting tear.

"That pair of eyes that's the brightest and looks like little Ying …" Qin Ling was lost in thought. "But no matter how bright it is, it can't compare to Little Ying's brilliance. And there's even a smile …" Sighing, he shifted his gaze and stretched out two fingers to grab the sword on his neck and push it to the side.

"You took the sword in reverse."

"Humph, if I could have killed him, I would have done so a long time ago." Walking out of the shadows, Wan Xin kept her sword as she stood beside Qin Lingmo, looking down at him. The latter curled the corners of her lips, looking at him fixedly. "You were planning to kill me in the day."

"I always wanted to." Wan Xin curled his lips.

"It's different. At that time, you really would want to kill me." As Qin Lingmo spoke, he slowly walked in a circle around Wan Xin. The smiling gaze made Wan Xin feel very uncomfortable, as if something was on the back of her hand. He straightened his back and angrily said, "Who saw that you didn't want to stab you?! Think about it, how many people will want you to return safely? "

"Little Ying."

"Right, only Miss Little Hu can tolerate you."

"Just her." Qin Lingmo turned his head, and a trace of moonlight fell into his eyes. His clear and quiet smile made him seem as if his entire being was faintly transparent. A strong wind blew, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind.

Wan Xin stared at the smile for a moment, then turned her gaze away. Suddenly, she had nothing else to say.

One was the current Prime Minister. Even though he had been ousted, he was still an important figure in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

One was the right protector of the sect, and he was also revered by others.

However, Wan Xin was very clear, they were the enemies, so they should be separated into two sides, day and night never intersecting. Perhaps his thoughts were too strong, to the point that he could not help but reveal it. He could see the sneer in Qin Lingmo's eyes.

"What is this world to you?"

He heard his own cold question echo in the night sky.

Qin Lingmo stared at the stars above his head as a gentle ray of light slowly flowed between his brows. He then said with a faint smile, "My wish is to protect the country and the people, to defend the land and open the borders."

"Hmph, Northern Tang really has a good prime minister." Wan Xin sneered and clapped his hands.

"It's not what the world is to me, but what the North needs me for." Qin Lingmo muttered softly as he gazed at the circulating starlight.

"You've probably never seen what is called hell. When life becomes constantly wandering in death and despair, even though you know that only death can end the pain, you still want to live, live on …"

There were no emotions in Wan Xin's voice, it was cold and indifferent, like dry ice that had exploded. He stared at his hands. Unlike his voice, his expression was one of intense disgust and hatred, revealing only his true feelings.

Qin Lingmo quietly stared at him for a moment before calmly replying, "My goal is for that kind of hell to never appear."

"That's right, it's really unfortunate for me. If I had been born a few years later, I might have been able to catch up to the Prime Minister of the Qin family and be able to rule the world easily." Wan Xin sneered as he crossed his arms.

"Where are you from? For the past fifty years, there have been no major disasters in the Northern Tang Province. " It was Qin Lingmo's instinct to doubt others. It was as natural as breathing to him.

Wan Xin turned around and poked Qin Lingmo's chest with his finger as he mocked, "How did you know? Do you think all disasters can be taken seriously? For people like us who are at the lowest level of society, dying by the hundreds or thousands is nothing at all! "

"Listen carefully, that place is called the Black Village, and it is a place that has completely disappeared from the map. That year, the natural disaster starved everyone to death, and the village chief took everyone's food and supplies and ran away.

Qin Lingmo's eyes widened slightly. After a long time, he finally let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry."

Wan Xin snorted, and fiercely gave it a push.

Qin Lingmo's body tilted and his feet slipped.

Wan Xin was startled, and reached out to grab it. In a split-second, he grabbed Qin Lingmo's wrist, saving the former prime minister, who was already hanging from the eaves, from the pain of falling to the ground. Wan Xin half-knelt on the roof as he tried his best to pull Qin Lingmo up.

"..." "You better think of a way …" It was not easy to use force on the rooftop, and supporting the Ten Thousand Heart Light with one hand to balance the force was already difficult enough. There was really no way to pull Qin Lingmo up.

"I don't have a hobby of thinking while hanging around."

"..." You can have it now! "

"So troublesome."

"…" He slapped the roof tiles and roared: "I am saving your life! You can't think of something! "You are truly infuriating!" Eh? "Where … where is he?"

"..." You did it on purpose. "

Lying on the ground, Qin Ling Mo spat out a few words in a large calligraphy shape.

This time, Wan Xin's face turned embarrassed, and revealed a rare look of embarrassment: "This was purely an accident. You... "Do you believe it?"