Someone kept shouting to give way, and the crowd retreated to both sides. Many people squeezed in at the entrance of the alley, leaving the middle road vacant.
Quan Jiuwei was very fierce and pushed the person away unceremoniously, standing outside and looking in the direction of the city gate.
The earth beneath your feet gradually trembled, something familiar to all nine dimensions, it was caused by horse hooves.
Someone in the crowd shouted: "It's coming, it's coming!"
Everyone poked their heads and stood on tiptoes to look to the west.
The city gates here still need to be repaired, so there is no need to knock them all down. On several cornices on the city wall, there are large lanterns hung with only a few people hugging each other. The candles in the lanterns are brightly lit, and countless candlesticks are lit together.
The city gate opened wide in the distance, and soldiers and horses outside the city gate gradually appeared. They were not slow, but very quickly. The leading soldiers rode into the city.
The crowd watched with bated breath, Quan Jiuwei knitted his eyebrows into a knot, and stared at them without blinking.
Soon, these soldiers passed by him.
The horse is fat and strong, its four hooves are strong, and the ground is like shaking.
These soldiers are all strong and powerful. They ride high on their horses and wear brand new silver armor. Regardless of their appearance, they all have indescribable momentum and courage, and are handsome and majestic.
They came in a hurry and left quickly, heading towards the palace.
When the last soldier disappeared from sight, everyone seemed to have found their breath again.
The men's eyes were full of envy and yearning, the women's eyes were full of longing and longing, and there was no trace of hatred and contempt in Quan Jiuwei's eyes.
About five hundred soldiers passed by. The armor they wore was not the armor of any of Li Qian's military systems. Judging from its newness and the posture of entering the city, these soldiers were most likely the soldiers and horses of the witch.
An official from the Ministry of Works in front shouted loudly, gathered his men and went back, and the city gate was closed again.
Quan Jiuwei looked at the city gate being slowly closed, and his heart became more and more irritable. After a pause, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a middle-aged man: "I want to get out of the city, how can I get out of the city?"
The middle-aged man who was about to go to work was caught off guard and pushed him backhand: "You must be sick!"
Quan Jiuwei was pushed by the man and staggered, furious: "You are looking for death!"
Everyone around the middle-aged man looked at him.
Everyone is skinny, with no flesh on their faces. In comparison, Quan Jiuwei, who is also skinny, can be considered the stronger one among them.
Quan Jiuwei grasped the bag tightly and resisted the urge to pull out the dagger, but the more he endured, the angrier he became, holding himself back until his hands trembled.
A group of people looked at him inexplicably, many of them ridiculed him and continued to work.
It took a lot of effort for Quan Jiuwei to calm down.
He opened his eyes and looked at the city gate in the distance. He had to go there today.
At this time, a figure walked slowly and stopped beside him.
Quan Jiuwei felt something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head.
He was a slightly older old man, with a tall and slender figure, at least half a head taller than Quan Jiuwei. He also turned his head to look at Quan Jiuwei. When his eyes met, the old man smiled slightly and said: "Quan Jiuwei"
Good nephew."
The whole nine-dimensional eyes were alert: "Who are you?"
"You are getting more and more violent," the old man said with a smile. "If you ask questions carefully, others may not be willing to tell you, but I see that you have lost even the most basic ability to talk to others. Without the life of a tyrant,
But he has the temper of a tyrant, which is not acceptable."
Quan Jiuwei gritted his teeth: "Who are you?"
Under the brighter and brighter sky, the old man was dressed in an immortal style. The wind in the alleyway lifted his clothes. Only then did Quan Jiuwei see the material of his clothes. It looked ordinary and simple, but it was made of fine moon damask brocade.
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"I am a very important person to you," the old man still smiled. "You and I will meet again in a few days. If your temperament has improved by then, I will give you something."
"I don't care about your things," Quan Jiuwei said angrily, "Don't try to show off, tell me who you are!"
The old man smiled and said, "Don't let me down. Remember, your temper must change."
After the old man finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Stop!" Quan Jiuwei stepped forward, "If you don't tell me, I won't let you go."
Seeing that the old man's footsteps were not stopping, Quan Jiu Dimens reached out to catch him, but the old man's slow and leisurely pace suddenly accelerated, and his attempt was completely in vain.
"Don't worry," the old man resumed his slow pace and shook his head, "Why did it become like this?"
Quan Jiuwei was furious. He reached out to grab the dagger, but when he saw so many people around him, he gave up.
"Stop!!" Quan Jiuwei followed suit again.
At this time, dozens of carts filled with stones were pushed towards him, and the crowds crowded in on both sides. The old man's footsteps became faster again, and he bypassed the crowds in an instant like a light boat crossing a heavy mountain.
The whole nine dimensions were blocked by a few retreating figures. If I looked carefully, there was no trace of the old man anywhere.
"Who the hell are you!" Quan Jiuwei shouted angrily in a low voice.
The old man pushed open the back door of a restaurant and walked in with his hands behind his back, his brows heavy.
The waiter who got up early saw him and came over and said, "Sir, why are you leaving so early?"
The old man raised a smile: "Morning."
"Morning, early you too!"
The old man stepped up the steps to the third floor and knocked on the door of the third guest room on the left.
"Come in." A clear old man's voice came from inside.
After closing the door, the old man sighed: "How could such a good person become so violent?"
The old man stood by the window, looking at the busy people on the street with clear eyes, and said calmly: "Maybe he was not a 'good person' in the first place."
The old man walked next to him, looked at the fireworks in the world, and then looked at the increasingly bright sky, and suddenly said: "Why don't you and I cancel our bet?"
The old man glanced at him: "You don't have credit."
"Hahaha……"
"He's gone." The old man looked at Quan Jiuwei coldly.
"Can you still sleep?" the old man asked, "Should you sleep for a while, or should you go find your apprentice?"
"Get some sleep," the old man turned and walked towards the bed, "Don't be in a hurry to find her, she may be outside the city at the moment."
The old man nodded: "Then I will go back to the house and sleep."
"Remember to close the window."
"Weren't you at the window just now? I'm too lazy to kill you."
The old man said, raising his hand to close the window sash.
"A sneeze." Xia Zhaoyi sneezed lightly.
When Zhan Ning came over with a brochure in his arms, he saw her and said quickly: "Second Miss, you are sick."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly and shook his head: "No."
Zhan Ning put down the booklet in his hand and muttered: "I don't know why Jingzhao Mansion sent these. This is not what the second lady wants."
"Just bring it over, is there any more?"
"There's more, I'll move it!"
Xia Zhaoyi stood up and took out a few books and flipped through them. In addition to all the policy announcements and filings issued by the Jingzhao Government, there were also large and small tax collection and calculation plans.
Not only Li Qian's taxes in the years since he came to Hejing, but also the household taxes, Ding taxes, commercial taxes, and customs duties in Yong'an were all clearly recorded.
From large-scale trade of tens of thousands taels to ordinary tea, salt, sugar, and iron, they are all listed one by one.
