Liu Xianglian rode wildly on horseback, and arrived at the village near Shangjing for a day and a night. She was really trapped and unable to leave.

As soon as he pulled the reins and got off the horse, the dark clouds covered the snow fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and not knowing whether to live or die.

Liu Xianglian's heart was cold. Isn't this a thousand-mile horse? Why is it so inexplicable?

It is only a thousand kilometers from Jinling to Shangjing, and this thousand-mile horse is really not worthy of its name.

The place is quiet and dark, and Liu Xianglian had no choice but to play a guest appearance as a veterinarian, covering the dark clouds and cooling the snow, drinking water, and massaged it with her hands on the horse's stomach that was about to have a heart.

I hope this good laborer won't throw himself here.

Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. The BMW presented by Monk Huikong finally died halfway.

Fortunately, here is not far from the official road, and there should be an inn. Liu Xianglian didn't dare to stop and start running wildly with her legs.

In a short while, I came to the post station along the official road. A middle-aged postmaster was leading more than a dozen elderly men over 60 years old to enter the post station to rest. On the gorgeous carriage, there were servants and housekeepers with various costumes smiling like chrysanthemums on their faces.

When the official secretary saw another person coming, he didn't even raise his eyes: "How many old people, who owns the family, how much weeds are needed?"

"Old man, what old man? Mr. Yicheng, I have to use a horse if I have something to do!"

Liu Xianglian didn't have time to fight with the Yicheng Chief. He was now in a state of trouble and could not delay any time: "By the way, Yicheng Chief, is this far away from Shangjing?"

"Who is your uncle? What are you doing when you go to Beijing? Is there any way to guide you? The one with a thief-eyed look is not a good person, just left and right! Come and interrogate this kid, I suspect he is not a good person! A man suddenly popped up in the wilderness..."

"Bang!"

Liu Xianglian didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, and slapped the postmaster in the face and slapped the horse party.

"Your dog eyes are blind, look at what this is? In other nonsense, I'll tell you to splatter blood on the spot, believe it or not!"

With a "bang", Liu Xianglian threw her gold medal in front of the Yicheng. A flying dragon on the front was lifelike and carved on it. A five-clawed golden dragon was tattooed behind the delicate patterns.

"A little postmaster dares to look down on others. Do you know this thing??"

The postmaster trembled and pinched the gold medal and saw it, and almost sat on the ground in fear: "Sir, please spare me, please spare me!"

"snort!"

There are always many people in this world who don’t eat toasts and punish them for drinking. Obviously, this postmaster is such a person.

Four soldiers who surrounded me, look at me, and look at you, and don’t know what to do for a while.

"This postmaster dares not to bare his teeth at me. You still won't retreat! I, Liu Xianglian!"

Come back!

He is back!

Liu Xianglian, the son of Marquis of Yanyun, has returned and has become the confidant of the emperor!

Golden Dragon Guard!

Almost everyone knows what this means.

The Yicheng quickly gave his seat to Liu Xianglian: "Mr. Liu, sit down, sit down!"

The official secretary knew that although Liu Xianglian was just a small seventh-grade Golden Dragon Guard now, she was in the eyes of the emperor and became a prosperous future. She was just around the corner.

Liu Xianglian discovered that some people are really mean. You talk to him well, others are sarcastic and polite. You step on him and he will look at you directly.

"snort!"

Liu Xianglian sneered: "I hate the most in my life that I am looking down on the killing talent. Do you think I can spare you by flattering me? Do you know the power of the seventh-grade Feilong Guard?"

The postmaster trembled: "Liu... Lord Liu, there is an eighty-year-old mother above the officials, and a three-year-old child waiting to be fed. Please let me go!"

"Sir!? You deserve it too! Palm!"

Liu Xianglian's words were not aimless. The Yicheng was really not an official, nor had any ranks. She was just a non-staff member of the court.

The postmaster begged hard, but when he saw Liu Xianglian refused to give in, he had no choice but to slap himself, and he could hear heavy slaps every time he slapped him.

"Enough! I don't have time to talk nonsense to you! Now prepare me the best horse at your post station. Then, I'll ask you and answer! There is a nonsense, and you will be killed immediately!"

The Yicheng nodded quickly with his mouth swollen.

"How far is this place from Shangjing?!"

"Not less than three hundred miles."

"What's the situation with so many elderly people at this inn?"

"Today...hiss... This morning, the emperor was amnesty for the world and wanted to hold a banquet for Thousand Old Man. The whole old man in the capital was plundered. Some nobles also wanted to follow the example or cling to each other. Old man and old woman became scarce, and many people had to borrow from other places."

Hiss, so terrifying!

This is the first time that Liu Xianglian has encountered an old man and an old lady who has become a scarce resource, and she can't help but feel the same.

"There are all old people plundering from those people? Have you asked about it?"

"There are Prince Zhongshun's family, Prince Beijing, Prince Nan'an's family, Jia family Rongguo Mansion, Chai Guiren's family, and Jia family Ningguo Mansion."

"Where is the Jia family in Ningguo Mansion??? Bring it to me."

The Yicheng looked embarrassed: "This...this..."

"Well-----!?Do you want to die now or die again in the future? This matter is my business. Ningguo Mansion will cause trouble in the future, so I am naturally tall! What are you afraid of?"

The Yicheng felt a little distressed in his heart: "You are the first-class nobleman, so naturally you are not afraid of Ningguo Mansion causing trouble for you. I...I..., you kill me!"

"Bao! Lead the way ahead, I'll see what monsters and monsters are in Ningguo Mansion, and scare you like this."

Why did Liu Xianglian have to look for the bad luck of Ningguo Mansion? Of course, it was because of the night Haitang's farewell without saying goodbye.

Although he didn't know what the details were, the man's intuition told him that Jia Zhen's perverted behavior that night must have affected Haitang, so she left without saying goodbye.

As the saying goes, if a lover has a look of Xi Shi, Liu Xianglian has already forgiven Haitang.

Although she lied to herself in some ways, there must be some inside story. At least she had to find her and asked her before deciding whether to get angry.

It’s not that Liu Xianglian is enough to lick her. A girl who gives her innocent integrity completely to you, will always receive the maximum preferential treatment and understanding. Liu Xianglian is willing to believe that Haitang is a good woman and has her own difficulties.

The Yicheng led the way, and Liu Xianglian followed him and soon arrived at a house with lights on. From time to time, he heard a few coughs. If there weren't a few neatly-dressed guards guarding the gate outside, he would probably have thought he had arrived at the nursing home.

"Master Yicheng, are you?"

People say that the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's family is a noble and arrogant existence, but the reality is not so. The Jia family has now declined. In addition to the servants who are too involved, they also live in the dream of aristocratic woven by themselves.

Some sober people have long lost their former dominance and become humble and kind.

"Is the manager Mao Zedong here or not? An adult asked him for something!"

"Mr. Mao, the official secretary is looking for you!"

A servant pulled his neck and shouted, and a middle-aged man trotted over with his feet, with an unwilling expression on his face: "What are you looking for me? I don't know when it's time now? I just coaxed an old guy to sleep, but was woken up by you again. I can't complete what my superiors told me. I'm asking you!"

"Mr. Mao, how dare you ask about Gao's name!?"

"Mao Bing, who are you!?"

Depend on!

Liu Xianglian knew that she was in ancient times or the first time someone called her to scold her!

After a moment of stalemate, he kicked him over: "Dog Killing Cai, I dare to scold me! Yicheng, tell me who I am, what will happen if I don't listen to me!"

The Yicheng shook his throat and swallowed, "This is the son of Liu Anxi, the Marquis of Yanyun, Liu Xianglian! He is now the high-ranking official of the Golden Dragon Guard. He has the privilege of killing first and then reporting. Manager Mao. If you don't listen to Lord Liu, he can kill you now!"

"Did you hear it? From now on, your convoy is under my command. If you dare to say a word, you will kill and bury it! You should take care of them now, and I will set off immediately!"

"Mr. Liu, there are really a few horses here, but you really can't leave now."

"Dare you stop me?"

Liu Xianglian's eyes turned cold, and she wiped her soft sword out with a touch of her waist: "Prepare a horse for me!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Lord Liu, it's all misunderstandings. Even if you give the young one a hundred courage, the young one dare not go against your wishes! These horses travel thousands of miles a day, and it's only a long time to go to Beijing here. You are now in the evening. The city gate is closed. It's not until tomorrow morning that the activity will officially begin."

Liu Xianglian's soft sword stopped half an inch in front of Yicheng's neck: "Next time, don't make a statement, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. Mao Bing, go and comfort these old people, let's leave in the middle of the night! I'll take you into the city with you!"

Manager Mao Bing did not dare to say anything, but just nodded and agreed, but secretly gave a wink at a servant.

Liu Xianglian took it seriously and didn't care. It was just that Ningguo Mansion would only bring a bunch of wine bags to Rongguo Mansion. What can he do to himself?

After Baochai was injured, he became manic in his heart, and he was filled with anger and always wanted to vent his anger.

What is the case with Jia Zhen of Ningguo Mansion? Isn’t it just the Yu Yin of the Duke of Ningguo and the face of the powerful?

The emperor didn't like him, and he was really worthy of all. At least he still had an official position, and he was still a real official position, which was far from comparable to the idle general Jia Zhen's idle position.

"snort!"

Liu Xianglian snorted and said, "Mao Bing, it's better to say things more carefully when you ask for help. Don't just not rescue you tomorrow and become my deceased soul under my sword! Tell you, I'm a playboy! Today's playboy who doesn't kill the emperor is afraid of a mere Jia Zhen! Come on!"

Liu Xianglian turned into Mao and Mao's room, kicked his bed cover with one foot, leaned against the bed and closed her eyes and snored gently.

Mao Bing looked at Liu Xianglian with indescribable viciousness.
Chapter completed!