Beiyang new warlord

The big eyes on both sides were staring at Changping, and the voice was buzzing. The man Bansheng, who had Mongolian blood but thought he was a Han nationality, asked with vigilance and suspicion.

"What else can I do? Save your lives!"

I really don't know why Chang Ping's nerves are so hardened now, full of ease, he spread his hands at several Bansheng leaders, but these words angered the other party, behind Angeturi, the same one seemed to have Mongolia Ban Sheng, who was of blood but more ferocious in appearance, roared furiously.

"Fart, don't try to lie to us with your sweet words there!"

"We were originally Han Chinese, but the Tartars plundered us to the grasslands, but the government treated us as pariahs and left us to fend for ourselves! Now we have managed to survive! The government has brought the Mongols back to bully us! Now we are the opposite ! Anyone who dares to mess with us, our Bansheng men will kill them! The Mongols are the same, and so are you official dogs!"

"Huh? Do you think you are strong?"

Buzzing and roaring, Zhu Yuhui actually leaned back with her arms folded, and raised her slender thighs, and said lightly: "As far as you mobs are concerned, the Shanxi Army only needs to send out two regiments. Within three days, It is enough to wash this place with blood, and not a single blade of grass will grow!"

"Come if you can..."

"Zhao Daqiang, step back!!!"

It was as if how many chili peppers were stuffed into his mouth in an instant. The face of the furious Ban Sheng blushed, but he didn't fart even one more fart. This time, Ri paid a lot of respect, and bowed heavily.

"Your Highness, how can you save us?"

But before Aimee Zhu could speak, Angeturi added an extra sentence: "If you are urging us to surrender, Your Highness will not open his mouth. Now that he has taken up arms, Ban Sheng will never allow those dog officials to bully him again! Even if they all die here!"

Seeing Zhu Yuhui's round eyes, but she was speechless, the leader of Bansheng couldn't help but sighed, but waved his hand at his subordinates: "Open!"

Immediately afterwards, he once again clenched his fists at Chang Ping: "Your Highness, you are a good official. Xiaomo has already said that only you help us wholeheartedly! Bansheng people are not ungrateful, so I will send you back, but next time Once, we will be enemies when we meet again! Ang's subordinates will show no mercy!"

"Forget it, you should lock me here!"

Suddenly, stretching out his little hand, Chang Ping took back the lock hanging outside, and Zhang Junrong almost jumped up.

"Miss!"

In fact, the subtext in the heart of this veteran, you always keep your head out of the door, right? ? ?

"Oh, yes, you can send the police chief back first, lock me here, and I will play with you!"

In Zhang Junrong's constipated expression that almost vomited blood, Chang Ping gave him a thumbs up.

"Gambling? What does this mean, Your Highness?"

"You only hold this Cao Sanxi in your hand. Although he is important in the Jin Merchants Guild, he is insignificant to Qu Shisi. But if you hold this Ming Guifei in your hand, then he will be afraid!"

It's free and easy to say, but Chang Ping's beautiful face still twitched unconsciously because of nervousness, and his big bright eyes were also slightly flickering.

"The next thing to bet is whether His Majesty will spare you for my concubine's sake, or chop off my concubine's head together, and pile it up on the grassland to warn the next betrayer!"

Hearing this, even Angeturi couldn't help trembling. In the end, he held his fists and bowed heavily: "Your Highness Gao Yi! The villain will remember it in his heart!"

"Xiaomo, take your highness to the room to rest!"

With a bang, the confinement room was opened after all, and Chang Ping gave Zhang Junrong a thumbs up with a vicious smile again: "Uncle Director, why don't you go back first and send a message to His Majesty?" The housewife was kidnapped?"

"Miss, my old Zhang will trust you again, and I will write this one backwards!"

Full of sad reminders, he snorted helplessly, Zhang Junrong rushed out first, followed behind him, and Chang Ping followed with a smile.

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After all, the treatment is different, the farthest away from the coal mine is also the best dormitory building in Baoketu Coal Mine, Zhu Wei was invited here, it is probably the upper room where Cao Sanxi raised the third child, the large and clean bedding Big bed, nice table and chairs, and dressing table, Chang Ping seemed to relax slightly, but immediately, she shook her head with a wry smile.

"I guess this time, it's the master who said the saint whore!"

"Don't worry, I've come to the door by myself, I won't run away, so go do whatever you need to do!"

Throwing himself on the big bed with a click, Chang Ping waved his little hand carelessly at Han Xiaomo who was standing at the door with a nervous look.

Who knew, these words seemed to help this girl make up her mind, she suddenly turned around and slammed the door shut, her wild little face showed a little gloomy, Han Xiaomo suddenly asked with a wretched smile.

"Sister Changping, are you now a prisoner of our Ban Sheng Department?"

Obviously feeling a little bad, Zhu Yuhui sat up in astonishment, and asked nervously.

"what are you going to do?"

"A prisoner has to look like a prisoner! Don't you think so?"

The very familiar bundle of hemp rope was pulled out from the back of the prairie wild girl. Thinking about how this girl had tossed, Aimee Zhu suddenly lost her soul and cried out sadly: "I am a high-ranking prisoner. You can't do the same thing..., um... um... woo woo woo~~~"

The hemp walnut prepared in the same way was stuffed into the small mouth, riding on Zhu Yuhui's small waist, and grabbing her twitching little hand, amidst the mournful protests of the dignified thirteen princesses, the slave turned over and sang Han Xiaomo excitedly Wrap and wrap, tie and tie, and after a while, Changping was tied up like a zongzi.

The little hands were tightly tied behind the back, and after taking off the leather jacket, the rope was strangled into the delicate arms, and the same rope was tied to the small buttocks, and Han Xiaomo happily tied it up With slender thighs and a bitter hemp walnut in her mouth, Aimee Zhu thought bitterly.

"Bound yourself in a cocoon!!!"

Chapter 755 Suppressing the City

How far can a pre-industrial age prosper?

A small port handles more than half of the trade volume in East Asia. There are hundreds of ships entering and leaving every day. The furthest voyage has reached the Red Sea. Hangzhou Bay has been played by Mao Jue's East India Company as an international port.

It's just that the responsibility of this helmsman is not as relaxed and happy as people imagined.

The noisy shouts were endless, and they came from the six-floor glass dome shareholders meeting room not far away. Listening carefully, you can feel the rage in the voices of these wealthy people, and the office door is constantly knocking. The sweet and pleasant voice of the female assistant also came in anxiously.

"Miss, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Are you here?"

But amid so many voices, Luo Ning was sitting in front of her desk in a sluggish way. There was already a pile of thick copywriting, and a big red cross was marked on the cover of each piece with a cinnabar pen. .

The white and delicate face that seemed to be freshly peeled off was gradually filled with panic, helplessness, and strong fear. As the noise became more and more intense, finally, as if he had found a life-saving straw, he walked from the desk. In the bottom box, Luo Ning found a black leather book and opened it. His hands trembled violently. The usually beautiful lowercase letters were out of shape, and some ink beads even splashed out. , without even waiting for the ink to dry up, Luo Ning has already closed the book heavily and put it in the ready-to-send basket.

At this moment, with a bang, the people in the executive director's office were slammed open. Her personal female assistant stood behind in horror and timidity, while in front were three coats that were quite similar to the Chinese tunic suits of later generations. The rich young men in suspenders, two men and one woman, did not look very good-looking. Looking at the flustered Luo Ning, they only kept their polite manners, and their voices were as cold as ice scum.

"Master Executive, the board of directors is waiting for you and needs your explanation!"

"If you are still procrastinating, the board of directors can only solve it through the major shareholders!!!"

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On the other side, in the Northland, Boktu.

Thick smoke and dust, strange flames, near the ears, screams of fear, cries for help, and the sound of fighting can be heard.

Walking in a daze in the spacious but empty palace, strips of white silk hang like ghosts on the beams and pillars, the cold, lonely, suffocating fear is tearing at Aimee Zhu's heart all the time, her chest is oppressed like a lump Big rock, her hands and feet were stiff and she wanted to hop forward.

"No!!!"