Xiao Qiang's beautiful eyes rolled around, but Dugulan covered her mouth with a small hand and exclaimed in a low voice,
"Has this person always been so impulsive? Is there something missing in his mind?"
"Huh?" Hou Zi turned around and glanced at Lao Liao with a sinister gaze, making him immediately understand his situation. Now that he has started, he can't let it go. What's the point of being a good person now? Two ends are enough.
No, the nobles are still offended, and my own people don’t like it either...
Under his instruction, several yamen tied up the hands and feet of the middle-aged monk who had no ability to resist. During the process, the wooden shackles fell several times, which showed the nervousness.
Hou Zi cast his eyes on Dalong, "I heard that there are young tricks here? Have you found out about it?"
Dalong burst into tears, knowing that he had caused a big disaster. It was hard to say whether he would be able to see the sun tomorrow with his life, but Hou Ya's actions at least allowed him to walk more happily. Although he was beaten, he might still be able to walk.
He will die, but this steward is also shackled. This is the victory of mortals!
He was very touched and grateful to Houya for not giving up on him and letting him be thrown out here like a dog. For this reason, he dared to nod even if he spread rumors that there were monsters here, let alone slandering them!
What else should a dying person have to fear?
"Yes, I have..." He opened his slightly swollen eyes and tried hard to find possible prey on the stage.
Old Liao, who was completely awake next to him, answered, "Yes! There are three of them, two dancers and one singer. Their names are Cui Yiyi, Huang Queer, Lin Xiaoou..."
As expected, he is the oldest cadre leader in Nancheng. He knows all kinds of secrets in the area. He usually doesn't talk about it because he can't. But now that a disaster is approaching, who can care so much?
And as a long-time official, he can probably guess Hou Ya's thoughts. Since he can't do good, he can only make it bigger! The bigger the matter, the better. In the end, no one will be able to step down, and then we can deal with the aftermath.
No chance of turning around?
In addition to minimizing major issues, official tactics also include creating something out of nothing!
He didn't know what would happen next, but since Hou Zi asked so, he could only pass the knife to the side. As for how the knife danced, it was none of his business.
Looking at the shackles of the middle-aged monk, Hou Zi pretended to suddenly realize, "So that's it! Let me ask you, Da Shan Law, young people under the age of fifteen are not allowed to be hired in Fengyue places. Why did you knowingly violate it?"
The middle-aged monk's eyes were about to split. He really wanted to incriminate himself. Of the sixty-one flower houses on Kuan Street, which one didn't use such a trick? But even if he was furious, he was a monk after all.
I have a certain degree of self-control and know that I can't speak freely in public now!
Some things can be done, but cannot be said; even if you have to say it, you must not say it on such an occasion! Even if you say it, even the gods can't save him!
He is waiting for the real master of Tianxiang Tower, a master of Peiyuan Realm.
He's been waiting!
A man in Tsing Yi rushed over from the back kitchen of the lobby. In order to entertain the nobles who were present today, he did not hesitate to condescend to watch in the back kitchen, fearing that something would go wrong. As a result, the back kitchen was fine, and instead the lobby was full of monks.
Something happened!
Someone has already reported the whole thing to him, and he knows that conventional methods cannot be used for such a stupid young man! The longer the time goes on, the more dissatisfied the nobles will be, no matter how well you handle it!
We must cut through the mess quickly!
To deal with Leng Tou Qing, you can only use Leng Tou Qing's method!
"Which scoundrel dares to come to my Tianxiang Tower to act wild? Just take my sword, and then I will hand you over to the Shangguan!"
The man in green swooped down in the air, the sword in his hand shining brightly, like an eagle striking the sky!
Hou Zi lowered his head and remained silent, as if an old monk had entered concentration?
Then he suddenly took a step forward, a sharp light flashed in the air, a cloud of blood burst out, and there was a long scream, the sound was piercing...
...With a long handle but a lone sword, who can believe that the famous mountain will be empty for a hundred years!
