"Zhuang'er, let's go in and question the dog officer while you wait outside."
Due to the conservative thinking of ancient people, Wu Jingyu flashed and stood in front of Feng Qingzhuang, not wanting her to see these dirty scenes.
"Wu Jingyu, when did you become so pedantic?"
Glancing lightly at the person in front of her, Feng Qingzhuang moved her feet, bypassed Wu Jingyu, climbed up the stairs, walked to the main door of Liwu Courtyard, raised her foot and kicked it hard
"Who?"
Inside the house, on the large carved bed with floating gauze, a deep and cold voice floated out.
Then, I only heard the sound of getting dressed
After a while, the gauze curtain on the bed was opened, and a fat, middle-aged man with a fleshy face came out of the bed in a white undershirt, with a few traces of undiminished emotion remaining in his eyes.
When facing Feng Qingzhuang's beautiful eyes, like the waxing moon in the night sky, exuding an intoxicating cold brilliance, Master Qin's eyes lit up.
A woman with such a pair of beautiful eyes must be a stunning beauty. She looked up and down at Feng Qingzhuang, who was wrapped in black clothes. She had a curvy figure, and a lustful look appeared in her eyes.
At this time, Wu Jingyu, Qian Manguan and Mei Yizhu also walked in. Mr. Qin had to retract his gaze from Feng Qingzhuang. He looked at the four masked men in black in front of him, and felt a chill in his heart.
"Who are you, and why do you want to break into my mansion at night?"
"Of course I'm here to deal with you. You, a dog official, are in your position, do nothing to fulfill your duties, and do nothing. The hungry people outside the city are eating bark and suffering terribly, but you turn a blind eye. Not only do you not want to solve the food problem of the hungry people, but you
Close the city gate tightly and live a peaceful life in this world. People like you are not worthy of being an official for one of your parents." Feng Qingzhuang's face was covered with a layer of frost and she asked sternly.
"You, you are so bold. I am a relative of Mr. Qin Xiang. If you dare to touch me, Mr. Qin will never touch you." Mr. Qin's eyes showed a trace of fear and he retreated towards the bed.
On the bed, Master Qin's newly admitted Jiu Yiniang had already covered her head and hid under the quilt when she saw Feng Qingzhuang and others coming in, shivering.
"So what, Mr. Qin Xiang? A prime minister who doesn't think about the people is not far from death. However, before I deal with him, I will deal with you first." Feng Qingzhuang's Hantan eyes shot out a few wisps of coldness.
With murderous intent, he took a step forward, picked up Mr. Qin like a chicken, threw him to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on his thick and fleshy palm.
"Young official, you have eaten so much. You must have harvested a lot of people's fat and oil. I ask you, why is there no food in the granary of Yu'an City? Where has the food that the people usually turn in gone?"
"Oh, my dear, please forgive me. There will be a big flood every two or three years in Yu'an City. How can the people get food to hand over to the government?" Mr. Qin lowered his head and was forced to kneel on the ground, his eyes flashing as he replied.
"Really? Now I give you a chance to tell the truth, but you refuse to repent. You actually dare to tell me lies and deceive me. Wait a minute, blame me for being ruthless." Feng Qingzhuang's cold voice was as cold as Yama, which made people feel chilly.
Raising her hand and reaching back, Wu Jingyu, who was standing behind her, immediately took out a cold sword from Mo Yin Yunlong and handed it to her hand.
The two of them really have a perfect understanding of each other. With just one look or movement, they know what the other person needs?
"Tell me, where did you, the dog official, get the food that the people turn in every year?" Feng Qingzhuang's cold eyes were like thin ice, and she looked down at Mr. Qin who was kneeling on the ground, holding the long sword in his hand.
With one finger, he pointed at the dog officer’s fat face.
"Girl, I don't dare to lie. Since I took office, the people have really not handed over the imperial food." Mr. Qin lowered his head and said harshly.
"You are not given a way to live, but you have to choose a dead end road where you cannot survive or die." Feng Qingzhuang raised a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on her lips, and handed the long sword forward in her hand.
I only heard Lord Qin let out a shrill scream. His left eye was stabbed by a sword. Dark red blood flowed out, and the smell of blood floated in the air.
"Tell me, where has all the food that the people handed over gone? If you don't tell the truth, you will be blind and never see the light of your life." Feng Qingzhuang's eyes were dark and cold, and the long sword in her hand was pointed directly at Mr. Qin's right eye.
, Sen said coldly and coldly
"Rice merchant, I have resold them to rice merchants in Yu'an City."
Mr. Qin, who had suffered a loss once, was shaking like chaff. He endured the huge pain from his left eye and honestly confessed:
"Assuming you know the truth, let me keep your right eye on your face for a while. Write down the names of those profiteers and shops. If you dare to miss one, not only your right eye, I will cut it off."
Your nose will castrate you, and then I will tie you and hang you at the wall gate of Yu'an City for three days."
Feng Qingzhuang's cold face was shrouded in frost-like coldness, her cold eyes looked at Mr. Qin who was kneeling on the ground, and a sinister sneer appeared at the corner of her lips, which made people's hair stand on end.
As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced around. There was nothing she wanted. With a thought, she took out the four treasures of the study from the hidden ink cloud and asked Master Qin to write down the names of those profiteers.
"Girl, the names of those rice merchants have already been written on the paper." Master Qin gingerly handed the rice paper filled with names to Feng Qingzhuang.
Then I quickly browsed through the rice paper by the candlelight in the room. My eyes filled with chills became colder and colder, and there was a monstrous anger.
"Guan Gu, as a parent official, instead of doing practical things for the people, he actually sold the grain handed over by the people of Yu'an City to rice merchants. The government and businessmen colluded, got something for nothing, and made huge profits. Even if someone like you is sent to the eighteenth level of hell, it is not enough.
Wash away your sins and die.”
A cold light flashed from her eyes, and the long sword in Feng Qingzhuang's hand stabbed Master Qin hard between the eyebrows. Master Qin, who was kneeling on the ground, fell to one side and was no longer breathing.
After dealing with Mr. Qin, Feng Qingzhuang walked to the bedside, opened the brocade quilt, pointed her sword, and was so frightened that Jiu Yiniang, who was hiding under the brocade quilt, turned pale as a sheet and kept begging for mercy.
"Woman, spare your life, don't kill me."
"If you want to survive, take us to the Qin Mansion's warehouse, otherwise the sword in my hand will not recognize anyone." Feng Qingzhuang's deep eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, as cold as ice, and she shook her hands
The long sword threatened coldly
"As long as the heroine doesn't kill me, I will bring a few people to serve as warehouses." Jiu Yiniang's face was as pale as paper, and there was deep fear in her eyes.