Jingtian heard Zelan's plan and knew that he was the most important link at the front. He couldn't hide his excitement: "Zelan, this plan is excellent, but isn't it a bit small to only convert one person? How about converting them all?"
"good."
Zelan still didn't know how far Jingtian's powers could be used. Originally, considering that he might have an upper limit, he chose to influence the bandit leader first, and then let the bandit leader control the others.
Ning Hongzhao knew that the two people had extraordinary abilities, but it was his first time to hear them talk so calmly about using supernatural powers to punish bandits. He always felt that the so-called "tears of gratitude" could be equal to "my whole body hurts and numbs to the point of tears and runny nose."
Crossflow".
Moreover, there are more than 400 people in Thunder Village, can they be reformed?
After finalizing the details, a few people found a tea stall and had something to eat before continuing their walk.
It returned to the original formation, with Zelan Jingtian in the front, Leng Mingyu in the middle, and Ning Hongzhao and Mumu in the back.
Mu Mu's face has also regained its previous vitality and innocence, happily running around picking fruits and handing them out to everyone, but the two fresh dark circles around his eyes are particularly noticeable.
"Brother, what's going on with those wooden eyes?"
Zelan saw it at a glance, slowed down a little and asked Leng Mingyu.
Leng Mingyu was wiping the fruit and getting ready to eat it. When he heard his sister asking, he rolled his eyes rarely: "He was too noisy and said he wanted to apologize to me. I said I didn't hold grudges, but he didn't believe me and kept pestering me.
Beat him up."
Zelan's beautiful eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen such a request. This guy is also an interesting person.
But seeing that her brother didn't seem to hate wood, she didn't care.
Capital City, Imperial Palace.
Yu Wenhao said sincerely: "Old Yuan, let me tell you, how successful a person is depends on how short his shortcomings are. Being stingy is a shortcoming, and it is a serious shortcoming."
"Yes, everything you said is right."
Yuan Qingling helped him press his collar and said with a smile.
Yu Wenhao sighed, "It's true that the same rice can support hundreds of people. They all grew up eating. Why is there such a big difference?"
"Yes, there are still some differences between you and them."
Yuan Qingling took the powder palette and applied it on his face. The color was pretty good.
"That is!"
Yu Wenhao said proudly.
"Well, if you get a little shorter, I can do some hair. It's a little too flattering."
Yuan Qingling said with a smile.
"Just do it casually, don't make it too shabby."
Yu Wenhao glanced at the bronze mirror, and the old man with a gray face in the bronze mirror also looked at him, and his mood suddenly became even worse, "Is it necessary to dye this hair like this?
I think it would look better if it was all white rather than gray."
"I think it looks good like this. Look, it's almost the same as Eunuch Mu Ru."
Yuan Qingling joked.
He glanced at Eunuch Mu Ru's old face and asked, "What's the difference?"
Mu Ru is so old.
Eunuch Mu Ru also glanced at him, feeling very frightened. Did he look so haggard?
The emperor's makeup does not mean that he looks old, that is, he looks like he is in his fifties, but it mainly reflects the vicissitudes of life.
It seems as if he has gone through an eternity of calamity. Every wrinkle on his face is telling the story of the past, and every streak of white in his hair seems to be telling one story after another.
Yuan Qingling was very satisfied with his masterpiece and said: "This is just right. It looks like a gatekeeper who has been guarding the city gate for half his life, exposed to the sun and wind, and never missed his post in the cold and summer."
Yu Wenhao looked at her, "Don't you feel uncomfortable seeing me like this?
This is what I look like when I grow old."
"It's not uncomfortable," Yuan Qingling stretched out her hand to caress his face, "Although the face has some color, I think it's a bit smooth. It would look more like age spots if I put some on it."
"No, I refuse to age."
Yu Wenhao immediately stopped him. His head could be severed and bleeding could occur. Aging is an unavoidable tragedy for a hero.
After thinking about it, I still felt unwilling and complained: "Why should I take over from Lao Hong to guard the city gate, and he is willing to come back only after Lao Leng?
In his heart, am I not as important as Lao Hong?
Say a few words to him. It's really too much to be stingy like this. He really wants me to guard the seven-day city gate. Don't I have to go to court?
With so many discounts, who will approve them?
Is it possible that something important needs to happen and you need to send someone to the city gate to ask for my instructions?"
"You have to go to court and you have to correct the papers. You come back to correct them after your shift. Just take it easy. Calmly, I haven't lost my temper in more than ten years. This is the first time."
It was funny when Yuan Qingling thought about it. A few words he complained to Hongye were passed back by Hongye. Ling Yan and Fourth Master quit their jobs. They all pretended to be sick and went on strike. Moreover, they said they would not come back for three to five to seven years.
I went to work, but I was so anxious.
After many rounds of talks, the other party made a condition that Lao Wu would replace Hongye and guard the city gate for a few days. After guarding, the grudges would be forgotten.
Lao Wu was forced to accept it. After all, this country still had the surname Yuwen. As an emperor, he was not aggrieved, so how could he convince them?
"Do you want me to go with you?"
Yuan Qingling asked.
"No, the weather is so hot, you can't stand it."
The heat wave outside was biting, how could he let his wife endure the hardship?
"Then I will go with you. I can serve you tea by the side."
Eunuch Mu Ru said quickly.
"You don't want to go either."
Yu Wenhao looked at his old body. He had been serving in the palace these years, but most of the work was done by the people below him. He had been enjoying a good life for many years, how could he endure such hardship?
"Hey, are you all dressed up?
You look so old, hahaha.”
Xu Yi came in from outside, and when he saw the emperor's appearance, he smiled like a rooster crowing.
"Old Yuan, dress him up and let him accompany me."
Yu Wenhao felt itchy with hatred.
Xu Yi's smile suddenly faded, and he turned around. Eunuch Mu Ru grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "Where are you going, Mr. Xu?"