Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

In response to Ge Ziming's scolding, Cheng Huaiyuan and others did not pay attention to him. All they heard was Cheng Huaiyuan's cold countdown.

"Ten extinguishes!"

"I am an official of the eighth rank of the Great Qian Dynasty. Do you want to kill the official and rebel?"

"Nine extinguishes!"

"I have friends all over Changsha. Killing me will bring huge disaster to you. Don't make the mistake!"

"Ba Xi!"

"My brother is the prince's guest, and I am also the prince's most capable minister. If I die, my brother and the prince will definitely avenge me!"

"Qixi!"

"There are 20 elite soldiers behind me. Even if you kill me, I won't feel better!"

"Six flames!"

"Don't make a mistake. The heavenly soldiers who want to kill me will surely arrive in a moment and strike me with thunder. You have to think about your own wealth and life!"

"Five flames!"

As Cheng Huaiyuan counted down coldly and ignored Ge Ziming's words, the sweat on Ge Ziming's face was dripping involuntarily.

He could see that this group of cavalry really didn't know what fear was. If the ten flames passed, they would all charge.

Although he has never seen it, he has heard about the power of cavalry, which is invincible on the battlefield.

Although he wanted to resist, his legs were a little weak.

Turning around again, he saw that the 20 elite soldiers behind him had all put down their weapons and were kneeling on the ground.

"Three lights out!"

At this time, Cheng Huaiyuan's voice became colder and colder, and Ge Ziming felt a faint chill on his neck.

"Two flames!"

"Pfft!"

As the second blow sounded, Ge Ziming could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, fell to his knees with a plop, and shouted:

"If you dare to kill me, the court will definitely not let you go!"

Cheng Huaiyuan looked at Ge Ziming who was kneeling on the ground, shivering, and was speechless.

"By the way, is this what the elder brother said? The whole body, except for the mouth which is hard, the rest of the body is soft."

Of course, no one would give him an answer to this question.

So Cheng Huaiyuan looked at a group of people kneeling on the ground and surrendered, and immediately asked them to trap each other, then collected their weapons and waved his hand.

"go!"

After that, he escorted the prisoners towards the station.

......................

On the other side, in Changsha City, there is a garden covering an area of ​​only a dozen acres, with various scenery.

A plaque was hung above the gate, writing to Duan Mansion.

In the study room, a man was pacing back and forth anxiously.

I saw that he was wearing a rainbow-colored t-shirt, with a dark purple fairy-patterned golden belt tied around his waist. He had flowing hair, peach blossom eyes under his eyebrows, and a thin figure. He was really fresh and handsome.

This person's name is Duan Haoran, he has a grand name and a very handsome appearance.

At this time, he looked uncertain, and then said worriedly: "Brother Ziming is collecting grain this time, why do I feel a little uneasy?"

However, there was obviously no one else in the study, and he was talking entirely to himself.

Especially when he thought of Ge Ziming's sincerity towards him and the support he had given him in the palace.

Thinking about the increasing military chaos and the gradual lack of peace in Hetu Mountain, he immediately opened the door and shouted to the servants outside:

"Come here, send a message to Governor Wei and ask him to send someone to Hetu Mountain to ensure the safety of the collected food."

Then he called the housekeeper and said to the housekeeper: "Go to Majia Town and ask Ma Bukui to pay attention to Ziming. Don't let Ziming suffer."

"promise!"

The housekeeper bowed in response and immediately arranged for people to go to Majia Town.

Looking at the people rushing out of the house, Duan Haoran's heart calmed down a little.

He sat blankly in the study, thinking about how he was sold into the prince's palace as a prostitute. Because of his fresh and handsome appearance, he was very favored by the prince.

Even so, he knew very well that no one actually looked up to him.

But there is one exception, and that is Ge Ziming.

Ge Ziming was originally a slave who was sold into the palace. Although he was two years younger than him, he respected him very much, which made him feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time in this cold palace.

Later, he favored the prince and helped Ge Ziming become a disciple of the prince's palace.

Later, because he was older, over 17 years old, he was originally going to be executed, but he was accidentally assigned to Lei Changsha County by the prince and asked him to guard the place where salt was produced for the prince.

Of course, in order to ensure safety, the prince also gave him an army to protect the salt field.

That's the gangsters in Majia Town.

Before leaving, he thought about the slightly stupid Ge Ziming, and then asked the prince to take him away, let him help him, and planned an eighth-grade official position for him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Hetu Mountain.

To be honest, he was really uneasy now. It seemed that great changes were taking place there. It was not a good choice for Ge Ziming to go this time.

He trusted his feelings.

Because the reason why he was able to survive in the complex palace was not only due to his beauty, but also to his own knowledge and the special innate sense.

It was precisely by relying on this mysterious sense that he escaped crisis after crisis, even the fatal situation at the age of 17.

So this time the uneasiness in his heart sounded, and he immediately locked his sights on Hetu Mountain.

I saw him sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the handsome and beautiful person in the mirror, and said coldly:

"If something happens to brother Ziming, then there will be no need for Hetu Mountain to exist."

Thinking of this, he shouted again: "Come here, send another group of envoys to Majia Town. I want to know the news about Ziming's brother at any time."

After the words fell, a low voice came from outside the door.

"promise!"

......................

Just when Changsha City and Majia Town were moving due to Duan Haoran's order, Ge Ziming also successfully arrived at Liu Wu's station.

In the lobby of the station, Ge Ziming saw everyone staring at him with bright eyes, and his legs were trembling slightly.

But when he saw clearly that these people were all teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old, he felt calm and started laughing.

"You yellow-haired children, do you know that Grandpa, I am your parent official? Is this how you treat your parents?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the students turned dark.

This guy thinks they are young and wants to bully them for being ignorant, right?

Just listen to Liu Wudao: "My parents, I remember that my parents are not county magistrates? How dare you, a small eighth-grade grain collector, to overstep your bounds?"

Ge Ziming was very proud, "Humph, you don't know that even if you are a seventh-grade county magistrate, I, as an eighth-grade official, must be respectful to your grandfather. So why shouldn't I be your parent?"

Regarding this, Liu Wu was a little speechless. He didn't even know how much he weighed, and he wasn't afraid of being slaughtered?

I don’t know if this person is stupid or stupid?