"Enough?" Xiao Jianren's face turned pale. Oh dear, he is the Grand Master of King Yan, and this is his territory. He has countless masters under his command, as well as direct troops. We, the past few, have not been enough to fill people's teeth.
He had always felt that the Eleventh Master was unfathomable before, but it depends on who he is competing with. This decision was really a bit reckless.
"Sir, should we take a long-term approach?" Xiao Jianren swallowed his saliva and felt that he had better give up the impulsive thoughts of the Eleventh Master. "We haven't had time to verify the contents of this account book. A single account book cannot bring down the feudal kings. .”
Zu An shook his head: "Binggui is very quick. I think it won't be long before he discovers that the account books have been stolen, and he will definitely start to destroy the evidence. Let's control the others first, and then verify according to the contents of the account books. The Yan Palace has no leader. When the time comes, It’s much easier to check.”
"But what if this account book is fake? It is a serious crime to slander the vassal king." Xiao Jianren made his last effort.
"I checked some things in Yunzhong County before, and that part is basically correct, so there should be no problem with this account book." Zu An replied.
Seeing that he had decided to leave, Xiao Jianren was completely desperate. He looked at Zhang Zitong aside, thinking that she should also try to persuade him.
Unexpectedly, he happened to see the other party looking at Master Eleven with admiration on his face, seemingly impressed by his heroic spirit.
He loosened his collar, puffed up his chest and coughed lightly: "We embroidered messengers are always walking on the edge of life and death. For the sake of justice and the law of the court, even though there are thousands of people, I will go!"
Feeling Zhang Zitong glance at him, he suddenly felt that the embroidered clothes on his body seemed to be more colorful.
Zu An looked at him strangely, wondering why this guy was so crazy.
At this time, Yan Xuehen signaled him to go aside if he had something to say, and Zu An followed her to the corner.
"Are you really going to capture King Yan?" Yan Xuehen frowned.
"Am I kidding you?" Zu An added after speaking, "I know Sister Yan that you have a special status and I won't embarrass you. You don't need to take action in the next arrest. You go back to Zishan first. Bar."
Yan Xuehen was a little dissatisfied. She clearly didn't mean it this way. Her eyes fell on Zu An: "Aren't you mentally drained and weak all over?"
Based on the strength shown by the other party in the Demon Clan Royal Court before, even if he fails to successfully capture King Yan, he should not have much of a problem in protecting himself.
However, he had just used his word spirit skill and was now in a weak state.
"Oh, thanks to Sister Yan just sending me vitality and protecting me, I got better. But it's still not enough. How about more." Zu An approached him shyly.
"Get out!" Yan Xuehen didn't know that he had been fooled, and his face turned cold.
But I wanted to laugh a little in my heart. This kid was so lazy, and I didn't know how Chu Yan, with his temperament, could have fallen in love with him in the first place.
Zu An had a strange look on his face, this woman had a mean mouth but she wasn't angry at all in her heart.
He soon became serious: "Sister Yan, I know you care about me, but you are the leader of Bai Yujing Temple, and you are not suitable to be involved in the arrest of King Yan. You go back to Zishan first, and I will come back to you after I finish my work. "
"Who cares about you?" Yan Xuehen rolled her eyes at him, "And when you're done, you can go as far away as you want, and don't come to me."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Seeing her leaving, Zhang Zitong ran over in a hurry: "Why is she gone?"
The other mysterious woman disappeared without knowing when. Now that this woman with extremely high cultivation level is gone again, their strength has become weak again.
"It's okay, the few of us are enough." Zu An waved his hand, "Let's go."
Xiao Jianren and others looked pale, but now that the matter was over, they still followed suit.
Everyone thought that they would definitely die this time, and they only hoped that the court would show sympathy to their loyalty and provide good care to their families afterwards.
After they left, Yan Xuehen came back again and couldn't help but tap his foot: "This kid is too trustworthy, how can King Yan be easy to deal with!"
After biting his lip, he still couldn't feel relieved and followed quietly.
Let's talk about the various kinds of beautiful music in the prefect's mansion, and the dancers are even more dazzled.
However, the atmosphere among the group at the main table was not very enthusiastic.
King Yan squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Jie across from him: "It's rare for the prefect to invite me to a banquet in so many years. I don't know what it is about."
Zhang Jie said with a smile: "You are the vassal king guarding one side, and I am the county guard of Daitian Mushui. We should work together. Due to various things before, everyone had some misunderstandings, so I specially invited King Yan to come over and let us have a warm and affectionate relationship."
King Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Why do I feel that Master Zhang has some evil intentions in this banquet?"
Of course he didn't believe what the other party said. The positions of both parties were naturally antagonistic. Wherever there was a possibility of reconciliation, reconciliation was possible. We were no longer three-year-olds.
But he couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, so he could only keep testing, and at the same time, he signaled his subordinates to be secretly on guard.
Just like this, King Yan couldn't find anything, and he was a little impatient. There was no point in staying here.
So he stood up and said goodbye, no matter how the other party tried to persuade him to stay, he would not change his mind.
Zhang Jie secretly complained that he had reached the limit of how long he could keep King Yan. He didn't know if the affairs of the Eleventh Master were finished.
Not long after King Yan left his seat, a cold voice suddenly came: "It turns out that this place is so lively."
Zhang Jie's eyes lit up, and at the same time he was a little confused as to why Master Eleven was here.
"The messenger of embroidered clothes?" King Yan frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on Zu An, who was taking the lead, and it was still the gold medal embroidered clothes!
"Isn't the seventh gold medal dead? Is your Excellency?" King Yan didn't have so many scruples and asked directly.
"Gold medal eleven." Zu An showed the gold medal in his hand.
King Yan snorted: "Are all the embroidered messengers nowadays so unruly? They don't show respect when they see me?"
The tone was full of arrogance.
Zu An replied calmly: "If it were normal, you should indeed salute King Yan, but today is a bit special. King Yan, you have done something wrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people under King Yan changed their expressions and immediately drew out their weapons. The situation suddenly became explosive.
Zhang Jie swallowed and thought to himself what was going on. Didn't the Eleven people say they were going to investigate the case? It looked like they were going to arrest King Yan.
The key is that he only brought so many people with him, who is going to arrest whom?
King Yan was startled for a moment, and then burst out laughing. His laughter made the tiles in the entire prefecture's mansion rustle.
He suddenly looked at Zhang Jie and said, "Okay, why did Lord Zhang suddenly invite me over so kindly? It turned out to be this idea."
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding here." Zhang Jie kept wiping his sweat. He never expected that the Gold Medal Eleven would be so aggressive, and they would arrest him in the prefect's mansion without ventilating him in advance to prepare him.
Even if he could survive this conflict and the feudal king was forced to mutiny afterwards, he would be doomed as a prefect if he was brought to court.
His mind was spinning rapidly at this moment, and he was already thinking about how to put all the blame on Gold Medal Eleven.
Seeing Zhang Jie's earthy face, Xiao Jianren felt calmer in his heart. It seems that I am not the only one who feels this way. Even the dignified prefect feels the same way. This means that the main reason is that the Eleventh Lord is too aggressive.
Zu An took the account book in his hand: "King Yan is suspected of colluding with foreign tribes, smuggling military supplies, and raising private armies. Please come with us and accept the investigation. If others resist, they will be treated as treason!"
After hearing his words, King Yan's subordinates changed their expressions. After all, over the years, the power of the emperor and the central court has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no one dares to bear such a crime.
Seeing the account book in his hand, King Yan's pupils tightened, and he immediately understood that Zhang Jie came to him to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
He glanced at Zhang Jie bitterly, and then snorted: "I don't understand what Master Eleven is saying. Why do you just find a book and want to accuse me wrongly? It's a joke."
As he spoke, the Grand Master's aura was fully activated, and a terrifying coercion enveloped the entire Taishou Mansion. Those with low cultivation levels simply collapsed to the ground and had difficulty breathing. Even elites like Xiao Jianren and Zhang Zitong could only manage to stand, but to say that it was still possible They have no idea what fighting power they have left.
Zhang Jie was also covered in cold sweat, and his face changed at the same time. He was weighing in his mind whether to win King Yan with Gold Medal Eleven, or cooperate with King Yan to scold Gold Medal Eleven.
Having been able to fight with King Yan for so many years, the prefect's mansion also has some trump cards.
"Just looking for a book?" Only Zu An looked normal in the audience, opened the account book and started reading, "...On the fourth day of August, eight thousand kilograms of refined iron was secretly transported from Yi County to Yunzhong County, and was transferred to the Pegasus Chamber of Commerce. Yaozu... On September 18th, one hundred thousand kilograms of rice went north to Yaozu from the waterway..."
He selected a few and read them out, and Prefect Zhang Jie suddenly became solemn.
Even many of the followers in Prince Yan's Mansion looked suspicious. After all, Prince Yan's smuggling was a top secret and not everyone knew about it.
"Shut up, you are deceiving the public with your monstrous words!" King Yan was furious, and he grabbed it casually, and a huge palm instantly appeared on the account book.
