"Prince Jiang, let's keep the story short!"
Xin Zhuo's cavalry and carriage team had not yet arrived at the east gate of Du Kang's Mansion. Officials from the prefecture's Yamen, local gentry, and wealthy nobles were already bustling with eager anticipation.
There were also rich and wealthy ladies dressed in fancy clothes, surrounded by maids, standing on the roadside, their eyes shining brightly, not knowing what they were planning to do.
The newly promoted Prince Jiang knew very well how to deal with the rough and tumble in the world, but the etiquette discussions with dignitaries were actually very vulgar. Fortunately, everyone present had to look at his face, so he could be selective. Ignore.
Of course, after receiving a lot of gifts, everyone "talked happily".
Only one of them, a bearded middle-aged man, came forward with a smile on his face, as if he was wearing plaster.
"Gouzi! What do you want to say?"
Before Xin Zhuo could wonder who this person was, he saw that the green dragon sword in Brother Sheng Ling's hand had been patted on this person's back, and he seemed to recognize him.
"Long time no see, Commander Sheng!"
The middle-aged man came to the carriage with a smile on his face and a disgusted look on his face, and said grovelingly: "Little man Jiang, farewell to the carriage. My father once served in the Jiang Mansion..."
Brother Sheng Ling interrupted neatly: "I work as a servant under the third master and plant flowers."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Jiang Bieqi coughed slightly and looked at Jiang Shizi who had an unreadable expression in the carriage, "There is a dog under my knees, named Jiang Hezhu. The dog's eyes used to be blind to people, and it was getting in the way of the prince. A few days ago, he was bothering me again. Under the sect of the Prince..."
Xin Zhuo had already figured out Jiang Bieche's intention. Jiang Hezhu spotted Cui Ying'er and the others and asked, "Where are my people?"
"Beicheng Sanli Old Village!"
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"Come out. Seriously, you are making it difficult for me. We have all been bandits and we are all in the same camp!"
"Who is in the same camp as you? Look at that devilish look on your face! Are you willing to come in?"
"I'm not going in!"
Outside the dilapidated gate of the old village, Jiang Hezhu and a group of guards sat on the ground with their backs spread out, all of them with sad faces and messy hair.
They have been fighting with Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu for three days, and they have never dared to leave for three days.
He never thought that a few thieves would become huge thorns. He had already chased them all the way, but now he had left them alone. He was afraid that he didn't know how these people would arrange themselves in front of Xin...Jiang Shizi.
Only by inviting them out and treating them well, can we add a little hope to the misunderstanding that is already "making matters worse".
"Rumble..."
Suddenly there was a deafening sound of horse hoofbeats in the distance. Five hundred golden-armored cavalry that made one's scalp numb and one's heart tremble were followed by hundreds of local gentry officials and dignitaries.
The momentum is huge!
Thief Xin...Prince Jiang is here!
Jiang Hezhu's expression changed again and again. He recalled everything that happened in Fufeng Mansion in his mind, and thought of the letter he sent to Xin Zhuo's enemies in high spirits a few months ago.
My scalp is numb, my heartbeat is racing, and then...
He curled his lips, pinched his eyelids twice, cried loudly, and stumbled forward: "Your Majesty! I was wronged!"
There was silence in the carriage.
Hundreds of iron floating guards looked at it coldly, and the manic pressure came instantly, coupled with the sarcasm on the faces of a group of people who usually called uncles and brothers, and the eyes of the father that almost breathed fire...
Jiang Hezhu instantly added to the drama and started crying loudly. He really wanted to cry. A little bandit suddenly turned out to be the grandson of the famous Jiang family.
Is there anything crazier than this?
Why did I mess with him? If I could do it all over again, when I went to Fufeng Mansion, I would immediately run to Fulong Village to mix with him.
Just when Jiang Hezhu was crying more and more miserably, the carriage curtain opened, a pair of feet stepped on his back, and rubbed his brand new boots that were not dirty.
Jiang Hezhu looked up and saw that it was Xin Gouzhi...Jiang Shizi. He would have gone crazy if he had a strong self-esteem in the past, but at this time...it was inexplicably ironing:
"Your Majesty, is it okay for this villain to step on you?"
"It's a bit painful!"
Xin Zhuo jumped down and walked towards the gate of the old village opposite. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his mentality changed inexplicably. He exchanged shotguns for cannons, and gangs of thieves exchanged guns. He no longer had to go hungry and have a full meal. He was being chased everywhere: "Come out, everyone. Let’s go to the capital and have a try!”
"Huh? It's the boss's voice!"
"Yes! Absolutely!"
There was a rustling sound inside, and soon the door opened, revealing Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Qiniang, and of course Xiao Huang.
"The boss!"
Everyone was overjoyed to see Xin Zhuo and ran a few steps. Then they saw the imposing cavalry team and the dense crowd of dignitaries in the distance. They hesitated again.
"Master, has something happened that can't be solved?" Han Qiniang's face turned pale and she winked, meaning that the master could come in quickly and block the situation.
However, Cui Ying'er saw something unusual and asked cautiously: "What happened to the boss? These people..."
Xin Zhuo sighed: "An extra vest!"
The gentry and cavalry not far away from the word "waistcoat" would never understand it, but the Fulongshan thieves who had long been accustomed to the boss's "nonsense" understood it.
Murong Xiu carefully looked at the people in the distance and lowered his voice: "What kind of vest?"
Xin Zhuo also lowered his voice: "Lao Shizi, the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, I am also confused now."
Murong Xiu's expression suddenly changed, and he flicked his hair: "Is this game... suitable? Is it too risky?"
Bai Jianxi also had twinkling eyes. He turned his back to the crowd and approached the boss. His voice was very low: "How did the boss deceive them? What role do we need to play? Do I have the advantage?"
"The advantage is there now!" Xin Zhuo got involved inexplicably and said with a serious face: "You must be confident and natural. My current vest is the eldest grandson of the Jiang family in Beijing. You are my guards, so don't reveal your secret. If the secret is revealed, everyone’s lives will be at risk!”
"Master, just watch it!"
"appropriate!"
A group of people looked at the crowd in the distance and suddenly became confident.
Huang Dagui looked at the crowd and laughed: "That's right! The head of our family is the eldest grandson of the Jiang family. He's a sneak... We've known about it for a long time, but it's just a secret and we don't tell anyone about it under normal circumstances."
Lowering his voice: "The boss, that's what you mean, right?"
"Well, very good!" Xin Zhuo nodded.
Han Qiniang's eyes suddenly turned red, and she choked with sobs and said, "Our young master has endured countless hardships, but he is finally home..."
Bai Jianxi had already burst into tears and looked at the sky tremblingly: "Our young master has been wandering away for many years, and no one feels sorry for him. Only we, the loyal guards, are always by his side."
"Hello..." Cui Ying'er couldn't help laughing.
Han Qiniang patted her without leaving any trace: "Sister Ying'er, damn it, I told you that your acting skills were no longer good."
"Yes!" Cui Ying'er sighed and fell into the drama for a moment.
The crowd in the distance looked confused. Why...why were they crying miserably?
"It turns out you all know this and you didn't tell me earlier!"
Jiang Hezhu suddenly felt a bit of hatred in his heart. He rushed over, carefully avoiding Xin Zhuo, and pointed at a few people, "You deliberately provoke me, don't bully others like this!"
Bai Jianxi lowered his voice: "Master, what role does this guy play?"
Xin Zhuo coughed lightly and looked at Jiang Hezhu: "Mr. Jiang, our friendship is a friendship. When will you pay me back the three hundred thousand taels of silver, five hundred pieces of messy silk and satin, and six fine horses?"
"When did I..." Jiang Hezhu's face turned pale. Isn't this nonsense? These are basically all the assets of my family. You, a thief, used to be a mountain bandit, so how did you get so many things?
"That's right! My little one is here, everything is ready!"
In the distance, Jiang Bieche had a look of pain and joy on his face, "Bring it to the prince immediately!"
