The most powerful minister in the world

Jingxi looked up at the sun, licked his lips and sat down, listening to the guards behind him whispering.

"I didn't expect our general. Fortunately, I have to go back and talk to the brothers to tell those with mustaches to be careful."

"Isn't it? There are quite a few people like this in our camp."

Jingxi's mouth twitched when he heard it, he patted the wheelbarrow and turned around to curse: "What are you talking about? I'm normal. Besides, that was a girl just now!"

The guard on the left blinked and said, "Women don't want to grow beards."

Jingxi exclaimed: "I..." He waved his hand, "Can I tell you what? If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I won't hit me with twenty killing sticks, no, forty !”

The two guards pouted and stopped talking.

At this time, a group of people slowly came up from the steep slope, but they looked like Mu Sheng, Li Dongyang, Lan Tianying, and Ananda.

The four people lined up and walked towards Jingxi.

The two guards said respectfully: "Hello, gentlemen!"

Mu Sheng waved his hand and said: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. Go and do other things."

"Yes."

After the guards left, Mu Sheng looked at Jing Xi's tattered clothes covered in dirt and a tired look on his face. He stepped forward and groped Jing Xi from head to toe.

This made Jing Xi sigh and say, "Why are you here? It doesn't matter if you have a few flesh wounds. Is there anything wrong with this on Qishan Mountain?"

Mu Sheng shook his head and said: "There are no mistakes, this time I will win in danger, it's hanging."

Jing Xi cupped his hands towards Li Dongyang and Lan Tianying and said, "The outside battle was dangerous, thank you both for your hard work."

"We contributed a lot, and we didn't take Scarface's head."

Hearing this, Jing Xi was stunned and said, "If it wasn't you two, who else could it be?"

Lan Tianying and Li Dongyang said in unison: "Pick it up at dusk."

Jingxi slapped his forehead and rubbed his face fiercely: "This is great, it's another huge favor."

While everyone was talking, they saw three more people coming up the slope, Yang Hu on the left, Li Cheng on the right, and between them was a rough and arrogant man who kept talking.

"General, who do you think led the team to support?" Yang Hu shouted at Jing Xi from a distance.

Jing Xi took a closer look, and his face turned pale for a moment. Even the air around him seemed to freeze. Everyone saw that something was wrong and took two steps back.

Jingxi stood up, and the man in the middle cursed, "You're a Wang Dieliu who's been stabbed a thousand times!"

This roar frightened Wang Dieliu to the spot. This rough man was like a child who had made a mistake, too shy to move even half a step.

Jingxi scratched his head crazily and laughed at himself, pointing at Wang Die who was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Everyone still didn't know the reason. They only found out after asking Yang Hu and Li Cheng.

It turned out that Wang Dieliu was the guerrilla general from the Ninth Battalion of Black Cavalry who was helping Jing Xi interrogate Li Junhao at night in the capital.

It was Jing Xi who single-handedly promoted him, and he was given the nickname Wang Dadao. His reputation as a fierce warrior on the battlefield must not need to be mentioned again.

Because he helped Jing Xi trouble Li Junhao, Jing Lixiao arranged for the leopard-headed black cavalry company to be eliminated along with the 3,000 python-headed black cavalry from the ninth battalion.

At that time, Jing Xi was still fighting with Jing Lixiao, which made him feel sad for a while.

Now that he suddenly appeared on the battlefield of Qishan with the three thousand black cavalry, Jing Xi, who was as smart as heaven and earth, suddenly understood.

This is all a game!

And Jing Lixiao is the national player who plays chess!

Jing Lixiao knew early on that Xu Shuhe, the Minister of War, would be defeated, and Emperor Qianyang would ask Jing Xi to come to the south of the Yangtze River to suppress the bandits, so he made arrangements in advance to eliminate the 3,000 soldiers of the Ninth Battalion, spreading fog and confusing black and white.

The reason is to help Jingxi get out of danger when he is in crisis. It is a shame that such a father can do this for his little son.

It's a pity that our young master doesn't seem to appreciate it. The truth behind this cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

As for Li Junhao, Yu Zijin's words just now were still ringing in his ears: "You just took advantage of your father, what do you have to be angry about?"

This sentence echoed in his ears countless times. These days, he has spent so much effort arranging birthday arrangements, coupled with this fierce battle.

The silent anger was like the fuse that ignited a dynamite barrel. When it was lit, white smoke erupted from the top three inches of Jingxi's head.

To be honest, even without this anger, he was still at the end of his strength and might fall down at any time. He really didn't worry about the finishing matters on the mountain, and waited until Mu Sheng finished reporting, then he fell down to rest.

This was great, a burst of fire rushed through him, and he fell down with a pop under the focused gaze of everyone.

"Second Young Master? Second Young Master!"

Everyone hurriedly gathered around him. When Li Dongyang pinched him hard, but it didn't work, he quickly shouted: "I will carry the second young master down the mountain, and let the military doctor wait. Hurry up!"

As a result, everyone became busy again.

Yang Hu and Li Cheng glared, patted the palm of his left hand with the back of his right hand and said, "It's over now."

Wang Dieliu swallowed hard and sweat dropped from his temples. He looked up to the sky and murmured, "Yeah, now I'm done."

Two hours later, sitting on the threshold of the government office door was a man who was beating his legs. He pouted and muttered: "Why haven't you come back yet? I won the battle. My legs are sore when I stand."

Lian'er, this girl, has been standing here waiting for three hours since she received the news of victory, but she was very anxious, thinking that she would see the young master soon, so she giggled again.

"Hmph, tonight I will make eight-treasure duck, lotus seed soup, and steamed dumplings for the young master..."

At this time, I saw dust rising at the end of Fuya Hutong, and Lian'er tilted her head and let out an unknown sound.

I saw Li Dongyang and Ananda rushing over carrying a stretcher, followed by a large group of people, looking panicked and sweating.

"Huh? What are you doing? Where is my young master?"

Li Dongyang and Ananda stopped and gasped, "Sister Lian, the second young master is here."

Lian'er turned sideways and took a look, let out a sigh, threw herself next to the stretcher and asked hastily with tears in her eyes: "What's wrong, Master?"

"Um..." Li Dongyang scratched his face, "It's hard to explain. Anyway, I've had it checked by the doctor. It's nothing important. I'm just tired. Just rest for a few days."

Hearing this, Lian'er breathed a sigh of relief and touched the wounds on Jing Xi's body distressedly.

Jingxi seemed to sense Lan'er's delicate, boneless hands. He slowly opened half of his eyelids, curled up the corners of his mouth and said weakly, "I'm fine, Lan'er."

After saying that, he passed out again, and Lian'er kept calling him: "Young Master, Young Master~~~"

"Well, Sister Lian, look at us..."

Lian'er pouted and said: "Go back to the courtyard, I have to take care of the young master and have a few doctors come over every half day!"

"Hey, okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

At this point, the bandit chaos in the entire Jiangnan West Road was finally settled.

The end of one storm heralds the coming of the next storm, which may be higher than the previous wave.