The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Looking at the firewood stacked half a person high in front of him, jindianshi was very satisfied. He said, "where's the fire oil? Pour it on quickly!"

The Yamen servants took barrels of fire oil from the carriage and poured it on the firewood.

Just then, a carriage stopped near the yard.

The Yamen servants thought someone had entered here by mistake and were ready to drive, but unexpectedly, a trembling old man's voice came out of the carriage.

"Jinshan tiger! Stop!"

As soon as he heard the voice, the body of Jindian shizha stiffened, and then showed an unbelievable look.

He remembered the sound.

This is the voice of county magistrate Yang!

Is the man in the carriage county magistrate Yang?

But why is county magistrate Yang here?

Did county magistrate Yang come to supervise his arrest?

Countless questions emerged in the history of Jindian. He took two steps forward and asked tentatively, "the people in the car are the county Reverend?"

The bodyguard holding the car raised the curtain and revealed the two people sitting inside, Nie Changping and Yang Kaiguang.

Just now Nie Changping sneaked into the county government with two bodyguards, caught Yang Kaiguang and tied him here quietly.

At this time, Yang Kaiguang was wearing regular clothes, his hands were tied behind his back, his body trembled, his beard under his chin trembled slightly, and his old face was as white as paper.

Nie Changping put a dagger around his neck and said to him.

"Let all your dogs go away."

Yang Kaiguang was afraid of death. He hurriedly shouted, "Jinshan tiger, take people away quickly. The farther you go, the better!"

Shi wanwan of Jindian didn't expect that county magistrate Yang would be caught. He was surprised and angry, but he didn't dare to act rashly because of the taboo. He could only hold his stomach and leave here quickly with all the Yamen servants and constables.

Nie Changping jumped out of the carriage and strode towards the yard.

A bodyguard reached out to drag Yang Kaiguang out of the car and carried him into the yard. Another bodyguard led the carriage around the back door.

Luo QingHan learned that Nie Changping was back, put down his book, stood up and went out.

With the bright moonlight, Yang Kaiguang saw clearly the Qingjun man who came out.

The man looked young, just 18 or 19 years old. He was wearing a light cyan long sleeved shirt. The green silk was not completely tied up, but draped behind him. He only tied it loosely with a cyan hair band at the end of his hair.

His black eyes were like a cold pool for thousands of years. Just being watched by him, Yang Kaiguang felt cold from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Kaiguang instinctively felt panic and fear.

The bodyguard kicked him on the knee socket and scolded, "don't you kneel down and salute when you see our master?"

Yang Kaiguang was old. In addition, he was hollowed out by wine and sex in recent years. When he was kicked, he immediately knelt down on the ground and screamed in pain.

Fortunately, it's mud land here. If it's slate land, he can break his kneecaps at once.

Nie Changping bowed: "Your Highness, I'm lucky to live up to my orders. I've brought people back to you."

Yang Kaiguang, who was still crying, was stiff when he heard this.

Ignoring the pain, he struggled to straighten up, looked at the Qingjun man standing in front and asked incredulously, "you, you are the prince? How is this possible? The prince's car has not arrived in Gangu County!"

Luo QingHan looked at him coldly: "just because you know that Gu's car hasn't arrived in Gangu County, you dare to collect money in the name of Gu, right?"

Yang Kaiguang still doesn't want to believe it.

"It's impossible. You can't be the prince. You must be a fake. Counterfeiting the prince is a capital crime!"