Wen Chunli smiled and said, "What you need to write poetry is artistic conception. Just do it. If a bad guest comes, I will send you away."

This posture attracted everyone's admiration.

So I continued to drink wine and dance. After drinking too much, I hugged the prostitute and immediately squirted the hormones...

"I have it!"

"I have it too!"

Halfway through the mountain, Jia Ping'an walked up with more than ten hundred cavalry.

Mount Saga looks quite steep from the bottom of the mountain, but it is not difficult to climb.

"This is the place where Guiguzi teaches military tactics."

There are legends in the famous rivers and rivers at this moment, which often trace back to the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, making people fascinated.

"really?"

Bao Dong was moved.

Jia Ping'an nodded, Bao Dong slowed down, and after everyone went up, he quietly knelt down, "Please Guiguzi bless me to be a famous general..."

Lei Hong turned around and shouted, "Bao Dong is praying."

Everyone was hilarious.

"Bitch!"

Bao Dong followed up with no concern, "I just felt it."

Men are all big talkers!

Mingjing was very disdainful.

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty made future generations fascinated: army, culture...

Later, Emperor Dezong of Tang died and was buried in Saga Mountain. Japan sent Tang envoys to follow him to attend the funeral. When he saw Saga Mountain and the magnificent tomb, he was shocked and went back to brag about the emperor. He heard that the whole country was fascinated by the whole country...

It would be fine, but it could not resist the then crown prince of Japan, Shenye, worshipped the Tang Dynasty since then. After ascending the throne, he named himself Emperor Saga and built a palace and named it Saga Courtyard, which made the entire Japan extremely Tang Dynasty. Everything was learned from the Tang Dynasty, from etiquette and clothes, building living habits...

That is the complete Tang Dynasty of Japan.

When I saw those drunk people, someone pointed at Jia Ping'an and said, "Here's here! Ming Mansion, hundreds of riders are here, and evil dogs are here!"

An official stood up, his eyes turned, and said in a deep voice: "Go to rest today, and if you have business, you can come back tomorrow."

There is no such thing as working overtime in this era. Those people looked at this scene with a smile. Someone laughed in a low voice: "I climbed a trip to Saga Mountain, and the people like Baiqi will probably vomit blood."

Jia Ping'an glanced over and saw Wen Chunli sitting there raising a glass to drink, and kicked the official out with one kick.

The official fell to the ground and rolled and screamed. The men who deliberately acted were stunned. Wen Chunli sneered: "What does Wuyang Hou mean? Do you think Yunyang County is a small place and can you do it randomly?"

This is the word!

You are placed in an unreasonable position of provocation from the beginning, and it is not an exaggeration to criticize you immediately.

Jia Ping'an walked over, "It's so lively. I heard that Ming Mansion is here today, and there are many wise men. I think I'm quite proud. Jia is here to be an uninvited guest. How dare you ask what topic is today?"

Silent!

No one dares to say what the title of poetry is today.

Is my reputation so great?

Then who will be looking for in the future?

Jia Ping'an smiled, "Since no one dares to write poems before Jia, then today's party will end here."

"Why?" A drunk man burped, "Hundreds of horsemen are proud in Chang'an, but this is Yunyang County, what's the matter? We are going to drink and write poems here, it's all your business!"

"Well said!"

For a momentum, it was fierce.

Jia Ping'an walked to Wen Chunli, "Since the Baiqi arrived in Yunyang County, you have been lying to disobey him. Do you really think Jia doesn't know?"

"Around it, no one is allowed to leave!"

Hundreds of horsemen drew their swords and immediately surrounded this place.

The prostitutes screamed, but they gathered together very smartly to stay away from these "wise men"

Someone had a dark face, "Jia Ping'an, what are you going to do?"

Wen Chunli looked at Jia Ping'an and thought to himself why this person suddenly went up the mountain?

Could it be that Ma Song made a mistake?

It shouldn't be!

Moreover, if Ma Song makes a mistake, he will definitely come to inform me as soon as possible and let me cover it up quickly.

Since Ma Song's people did not come, it means that there is no such thing.

Then he...

Wen Chunli glanced at Jia Ping'an and thought that this was probably just annoyed if he couldn't find the clue.

I heard that the hundreds of horses were quite proud in Chang'an City, but after coming to this small place in Yunyang County, he encountered walls everywhere. Jia Ping'an was successful and could not help but be impatient.

Is this here to find me to lose my temper?

Can't bear it?

Why tolerate it?

Thinking of this, Wen Chunli said coldly: "What is Wuyang Hou's intention? If things are not done well, I shouldn't beat the officials. I didn't want to worry about it, but today I am full of people. If I bear it, the elders of Yunyang County will definitely scold me for being incompetent. In this way, I will submit a memorial to impeach tomorrow..."

This person is indeed very psychologically qualities, at least much better than Ming Jing.

Mingjing was taken by him and felt inexplicably.

Could this bitch mean that I want to stand up and scold me?

So how to say it?

I am righteous and still hate evil... This is the first time I have made a breakthrough in the hundreds of horses, so I must think about it.

Wen Chunli slowly raised her wine glass, Jia Ping'an waved her hand and fanned her. The wine glass fell to the ground, Wen Chunli was furious.

Someone shouted: "Today we will advance and retreat with Wenming Mansion!"

"The hundreds of riders are too humiliating, and we must not retreat easily today!"

Bao Dong stepped forward, "Marquis Wuyang, I have searched around me, but no one has hidden me."

Because he was worried that someone would go to the Ma family to inform him, Baiqi came up and searched around him. What Jia Ping'an had been waiting for was this news. He smiled and asked with a grin: "I heard that the Ming Mansion is an honest official, but the son spent money like soil in Chang'an City. He was called the Thirteenth Lang of the brothel. How dare you ask the son, where did the money he spent on the Ming Mansion come from?"

Did he actually check me?

In Wen Chunli's opinion, Jia Ping'an should have grabbed Ma Song and then returned to Chang'an in a mess.

His eyelids jumped, "Dog... I haven't asked about his private affairs recently."

But his heartbeat continued to accelerate.

That rebellious son!

"Don't want to admit it?"

Jia Ping'an clapped his hands and said, "Bring it up!"

Two hundred cavalrymen came up with a middle-aged man.

"Alang!"

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The person who came was the butler of the Wen family in Chang'an.

Wen Chunli's body trembled and reached out to meet the person around her.

But the people around him avoided him like snakes and scorpions, and he rushed into nothing and fell head-on.

"You... you actually went to check my house?"

Just talking about the matter, the hundreds of horses came down to check the Ma family's hidden households. What does it have to do with him hearing the Chunli?

So Wen Chunli never expected that Jia Ping'an would point the finger at him.

"I didn't want to check you at first, but the accompanying official went to the market to investigate, but you sent someone to follow him. Then the price of which company he entered would be reduced. Even if you want to flatter him, how can you get so much money as a county magistrate?"

Wen Chunli glanced at Mingjing, and it hurt so much... her intestines were regretful.

Mingjing was stunned.

It turns out that those goods are cheaper and are actually Wen Chunli’s credit?

This stupid woman must be secretly happy.

Should I say that it is stolen money?

Jia Ping'an was thinking about doing something bad.
To be continued...