Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

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The four princesses of South China Ji Yanyan took away the golden waist medal, with both hands on hips, tilting their heads and looking proudly:

"Minglan, it's good for you to recognize this lord. The lord asks you, what does Doti intend to ride around a guard of the Imperial Guard in broad daylight?!"

Minglan's face was stiff, barely condensed the feminine air on his face, and replied:

"The princess did not know that this person had committed the crime in Xichang, and Weichen had not arrested the criminal for a year, and he did not want him to be involved in the imperial palace. If the minister does not bring this person to justice now, The law, if allowed to remain in the forbidden army, may threaten the safety of the inner court of the imperial palace."

Lu Qiange stood by, squinting at Ming Lan's utterly uttering words, his face was blue and red.

In order to complete the task entrusted by his mother and concubine, he had to enter the Dayi Palace. The reason why I chose to work as a errand in the fifth team of Huziying is that the scope of activities of the organization is limited. It is only responsible for the inspection of the western Jingting pavilions and mixed gardens of the palace, and has no contact with the harem, so it has the opportunity to meet with the admiral Minglan of the West Factory. Very few.

But right now, his hiding place was still discovered by this cunning eunuch.

On the opposite side, the four princesses of South China Ji Yanshui flashed her eyes, looked at the angry Lu Qiange and then looked at Minglan again:

"My Lord asks you, what crime did he commit in your Xichang?"

"This……"

That filthy and shameful past was unbearable for Ming Lan to look back, and he absolutely couldn't tell the four princesses who were arrogant.

"He hijacked the tribute girl first, and then sneaked into the West Factory to commit murder. The minister's left hand was injured by him!"

Minglan looked resentful and confided.

"You nonsense—"

Lu Qiange couldn't bear it, and roared out of his throat, his purple eyes spitting fire, and his anger reached the limit:

"Don't force the evil of your own hijacking of a good woman on my head. I admit that it was me who broke your two fingers, but I did not hijack any tribute girl!"

"Okay, don't make any noise—"

South China Jiyan was completely confused, and her arm was irritated, and the dispute between the two was broken.

In any case, the reputation of the admiral of the West Factory is not very good inside and outside the palace, and Ji Yan of South China has also heard about the attack on Ming Lan in a carriage more than a year ago.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind——

"Oh... I understand!"

Ji Yan of South China was in a state of enlightenment, pointed Minglan, and nodded heavily towards him two steps:

"Duke Ming, Duke Ming, when you returned to the palace for the autumn festival last time, you sent your servant to hijack Tu Muxue...Say, isn't it?"

Minglan's eyebrows are horrified, and a thin layer of sweat floats on her face, smearing her enchanting makeup:

"Four princesses, you, don't wrong the good people!"

Lu Qiange wakes up like a dream, smiling coldly on the side:

"Duke Ming, it seems that your old problem has committed again!"

Ming Lan stood up angrily, her brows twisted and arrogant:

"What nonsense are you talking about—"

"okay!"

South China Jiyan was impatient to hear, and raised her hand to signal Ming Lan to shut up:

"Duke Ming, I don't care about the feast between you and Lu Zhu, but immediately Lu Zhu is the guard of the Imperial Guard of the Kunning Palace Waiyuan. If you arrest someone, you must ask the owner first!"

"princess……"

Minglan's complexion was burning red, and the blue veins on both sides of her temples violently, her expression unwilling and helpless. o

Angrily turned her peach blossom eyes to look at Lu Qiange, Ming Lan shook her sleeves with a deep face:

"Okay, lucky you!"

Waiting for Zhong Tiqi and ten red-clothed thugs to evacuate, South China Ji Yan waved his dirty ink-dried hands and patted Lu Qiange on the shoulder, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Hey, surnamed Lu, shouldn't you thank this princess well?"

Lu Qiange rolled his eyes, exhaled heavily, holding his fists reluctantly and saluting, the vague and unclear sentence in his mouth was extremely perfunctory:

"Subordinates, thank you princess."

"Hey!"

Ji Yan of South China smiled with her eyebrows flying, and she raised her chest and waved her hand:

"Just now, the owner and Minglan made it clear. From now on, you will be from my Kunning Palace. Go back and say hello to the captain of your fifth team. Come and report to the owner tomorrow!"

Lu Qiange raised her eyebrows diagonally and yelled:

"Why, why do you decide for me?"

"Hey! I just saved you from Minglan!"

South China Ji Yan smiled, shaking her head and shaking her head:

"If you don't follow, this master will call Minglan back and let him take you to the West Factory!"

Lu Qiange squirmed his lips slightly, as if talking to himself. With clear purple eyes like colored glaze with extreme disdain, he looked at South China Ji Yan from the first glance to the next, shaking his head helplessly and strode forward. Net o

When Hua Nan Jiyan saw this, she brought her two followers and chased them all the way, chattering in her mouth:

"Hey! I'm telling you that you won't suffer with me! If you commit a crime, I will cover you in the future! Hey, did you hear that, the surnamed Lu——"

...

A few days ago, Leng Qingtang led Dongchang three times and twenty guards to leave Beijing in disguise. After a day and night ride, he rushed to the neighboring province Peng County at noon the next day.

Two years ago, the East Factory inspected the Jiang'an White Disaster. After discovering the secret account book at the Feng Taishou mansion in Qiling County, Leng Qingtang inspected the transactions, personnel and other information involved. , Uncover the evidence related to Wan's crime, and lock a very suspicious place to wash silver for the worms of those countries.

At sunset, Leng Qingtang led the third gear, Zao Wou-ki, and his five guards to the destination:

Jinsheng Pawn Shop.

This place was built in a very inconspicuous neighbourhood in Peng County, and sitting west facing east, it was clearly behind the horizontally lined shops on the official road, with a very weird shadow.

If it weren't for the secret guard who was responsible for leaving the detailed address, this slapped storefront is really not easy to find.

Leng Qingtang’s disguise is a narrow-sleeved brocade robe with a black tapestry and water-moir pattern, and the outer cover is a cloak with wide sleeves in the same color.

The waist is tied with a white belt of jade, three thousand ink hair is high, a white jade bamboo hairpin runs through the middle of the bun, just like the handsome and elegant appearance of a wealthy boy.

When he came to the gate of Jinsheng Pawnshop, Leng Qingtang raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the building was nothing more than a two-story building with white walls and ink tiles and two black lacquered carved doors facing each other. There was nothing conspicuous.

The lip line was lightly pressed and looked like a plaque on the lintel, Leng Qingtang stepped into the main hall of the shop.

The space on the first floor is fairly spacious. The counter is high upright, and there is an accounting bookcase on the north side. At this moment, the chair is empty, and Mr. Bookkeeper is missing.

The curtain falls on the south side, and I don't know what is inside.

Leng Qingtang motioned with his eyes, and Zao Wou-ki took the order, walked to the cabinet with a brocade box wrapped in plain cloth in his hand, raised his arm to the guy behind the partition, and said expressionlessly:

"Hurry up, no redemption."

The dude raised eyebrows with embarrassment, opened the package boredly, and looked at the silk box with a pomegranate flower in it.

The moment he opened the lid, a cloud of blue light rushed out, and the misty light faintly waved out of a dignified cold air, and the dude's eyes widened suddenly.

In a daze, the man hurriedly lowered the lid of the brocade box, leaned over and bowed his head, and looked at the faces of the people standing under the cabinet several times with surprise.

Then the guy jumped up from the high chair and finally put a flattering smile on Zao Wou-ki:

"Dare to ask where the visiting officials came from?"

"Capital." Zao Wou-ki answered with his mouth open.

The dude's complexion was slightly condensed, and then he laughed again:

"Several guest officials sit for a while, your things are too expensive, and the small ones need to be seen by the shopkeeper before you can pay the price. Wuer, hurry up, ask some guest officials to move to the private room and prepare a pot of tea."

Hearing that he wanted to ask the shopkeeper, Zao Wou-ki turned his head and met Leng Qingtang's eyes.

This guy’s proposal is really just right!

Soon, a small servant walked slowly, nodding and bowing to the Dongchang people.

Seeing Leng Qingtang's good appearance, he was supposed to be the leader of this group, so he led them to the small room on the south side with playful words, and the descendants withdrew after refreshment was served.

Leng Qingtang couldn't move half of the food and drink on the table, and asked Zao Wou-ki in a low voice:

"Then the arrangement goes on?"

Zao Wou-ki smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Lord."

The footsteps were getting closer, and then an old man with a dark brown longevity pattern gown and a gray beard walked in, his white face was full of smiles and full of energy.

"Oh, I heard that it is a rare visitor from the capital, and the old and the old are welcome, forgive and forgive."

The shopkeeper's surname is Qi, and his family background has been checked by the East Factory.

Leng Qingtang stood up, long and beautiful, and smiled in reply:

"The shopkeeper is too modest, and I am polite."

After confronting Leng Qingtang's eyes, the treasurer Qi's eyes were faint and drenched in haze, and the pupils became darker, and there seemed to be a gleam of light across the eyes.

"Excuse me, what is the surname of the guest officer?"

They sat down with each other, the shopkeeper Qi grinned, and his expressions were quite concealed.

Leng Qingtang talked and laughed:

"I am giving the surname order to rush back to my hometown of Chengjiang from the capital. I don't want to be in a hurry on the road, so I have to put the green pearl **** as a gift from this friend for a twist."

The shopkeeper looked down at the brocade box and smiled:

"Don't tell the guest, this shop is small and can't afford such valuables. Don't let the old man introduce another shop, you can go there and set a good price."

Leng Qingtang smiled brilliantly, her icy black eyes locked tightly to the shopkeeper's pseudo-smiling face:

"Ling Mou travels the world, and I heard for the first time that there are **** shops that can't accept pawns. If the shopkeeper of Qi Qi is really a small business, how can I dig a hundred feet to build a secret road?"

Shopkeeper Qi's figure was shaken, his facial features were already distorted, exclaiming:

"Who on earth are you?"

Wu'er, who was just now, suddenly pulled the curtain and ran in, with a look of horror on the outside of his fingers:

"The shopkeeper is not good, a group of people came outside and **** our young master—"

The treasurer Qi's expression changed drastically, his fleshly hand hit the table, and he stood up and shouted to Leng Qingtang:

"What are you waiting for!"

Outside, a burly man with a dozen swords sleeves and a wide-waisted sheepskin girdle poured into the small room with a bright guy in his hand, filling the small and elegant space.

Zao Wou-ki turned the solid steel ball in his hand and stood up slowly, staring at Qi shopkeeper coldly. The five disguised fans are also eager to try.

Many of the treasurer Qi's honor guards settled down a bit, and shouted at Leng Qingtang:

"Hurry up and let go of my son, the old man will wait for the shadow to leave!"

Leng Qingtang calmly turned his eyes slightly, and Zao Wou-ki took out the golden waistband from his arms and buckled it on the table.

Shopkeeper Qi was dumbfounded, his face instantly turned from red to white.

Leng Qingtang smirked, raised his teacup and splashed it on the ground. As the tea fell, countless bubbles rolled fiercely while a white smoke rose into the air.

Leng Qingtang squinted, her eyes cold and sharp:

"Now, can you let your people retreat?"

The shopkeeper Qi panicked and waved to the people in the room:

"Go down, go down, hang up the plank, and close the business today."

The thugs obediently followed suit.

When the shutters of the doors and windows were hung, the inside of the pawnshop gradually became dark, and the guys were in a hurry, lighting up several lights.

A few people rushed into the small room, it was the Dongchang subordinate's secret guard in disguise, and they brought Leng Qingtang a bunch of young men **** with flowers.

Shopkeeper Qi saw the high and swollen bruises on his white face, and his brows and eyes trembled, showing full heartache.

The dark guard pulled the man's scarf down, and the man immediately aligned with the shopkeeper and cried:

"Father, help me! They hurt me so much, I don't want to die—"