Star Trace Gate

The inner hall of the government office.

An atmosphere of disharmony was spreading. Lin Rao had a stern face and sharp eyes, while Yao Chi looked directly at him with an expression full of amusement and contempt.

While the two sides were at loggerheads, Ren Ye whispered to Feng Lin, "Okay, I officially declare that from this moment on, you are the second major owner of Qingliang Prefecture. However, according to the empire's shareholder-government contracting system, I have decided to contract the Ministry of Revenue, which is in charge of money and grain, to you. You must make up for the deficit within three years, and share the profits equally with the government."

"?!"

Fenglin was confused: "May I ask, Your Highness, how much is the current deficit of the Ministry of Revenue?"

"Not much, just a few million star sources of famine, and the money owed for the construction of Dangshan Pass has not been settled yet." Ren Ye replied indifferently: "You can go and give full play to your talents."

"Can I refuse this mission?" Fenglin asked.

"Okay, but you have to pay one million when you resign." Ren Ye replied.

"I really want to curse, but I am deeply shocked." Fenglin clasped his fists and said, "It is a blessing to meet such a shameless and cunning master in my lifetime. It is a blessing for Qingliang Prefecture."

This old guy still wants to get his hands on me for free?

Oh, no one can do this except my beloved concubine.

Although the two were joking, they were both impressed by each other's talent.

Fenglin was impressed by the shamelessness, shameless mentality, and quick thinking of King Huai. It would be unjust if he didn't make a fortune. Ren was also impressed by the old guy's judgment of the current situation and his grasp of people's hearts. He really had something.

There is nothing more to say. The shares that Lao Deng has always wanted must be given to him, and more. Just like Huang Ge, Lao Liu, Tang Feng and others, let him be completely tied to the carriage of Qingliang Mansion.

And they must also ensure that if they don’t work, no one will make money; even if they make money, they cannot get off the bus, because if they do, they will suffer heavy losses; and in order to avoid heavy losses, they must continue to make money... Repeating this process will lead to hegemony.

At this moment, Ren Baopi's mind was extremely active, and he even forgot the disharmonious atmosphere in the inner hall.

On the left, Lord Rat sat in the top chair with a smile on his face. He pressed his hand and said, "Lord Lin, don't be anxious! The Green Camp does have its own difficulties, and the heroes of the Jianghu are also difficult to control. In this case, in my opinion, why not do this... You can take the troops to stay in the city first, handle official business as usual, and entrust the matter of pacifying the people to Qianli Green Camp. They are familiar with the people and are not likely to cause trouble. When everything is stable, we can discuss the withdrawal of the Green Camp."

Lin Rao was silent for a while, then he bent down and sat back in his chair, clasped his fists and said, "Then let's do as Lord Wei said."

Lord Rat looked at the Dragon Head and asked, "What do you think of this?"

The dragon head slowly put down the teacup and said with a smile: "I will try to restrain the heads of the families. Do your best."

"That's good, that's good, haha." Lord Rat smiled and said, "Drink tea, drink tea."

With his mediation, the disharmonious atmosphere in the inner hall disappeared, and the matter was eventually put to rest with the court's concession.

Soon, Lord Rat took Lin Rao away from the government office.

On the way, Lin Rao whispered, "I think the dragon head seems to have rebellious intentions?! Why not ask His Majesty to send troops and take this opportunity to wipe it out?"

"It's not that simple." Lord Rat looked at him with his hands behind his back. "If we could suppress them, why would this borderland always be plagued by bandits? People have been educated for hundreds of years. The customs that have been passed down since ancient times cannot be changed just by saying so. We should not anger the Green Camp. We just need to report the truth to His Majesty. He will make the decision."

"Yes." Lin Rao said no more.

……

The backyard of the government office.

After meeting Lord Rat, the White-robed Dragon Chief discussed matters with the eight old ministers in a remote wing for more than half an hour.

When everything was ready, he walked out of the door, only to see Yao Chi and Hu Meizi sharing melons with some green forest brothers to quench their thirst.

He was slightly stunned, and then asked with a straight face, "It's almost winter, where did you get this cold thing?"

Yao Chi split a watermelon and replied with a smile: "This watermelon is not an ordinary watermelon. It is the watermelon that Master Foxy personally planted in the place of meditation... It is sweet and thirst-quenching. Would you like to try it, Dragon Lord?"

"Your master is the one who gave birth to melons!" Foxy pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "No, your master is breeding pigs and horses, and he is only studying some gloomy and terrifying magic. I don't know what he gave birth to."

"How dare you talk nonsense about my master again? I will fight you on the bed!" Yao Chi said angrily.

"...!"

When the Dragon Head saw these two damn devils, his head started buzzing. He just silently picked up half a melon and walked towards the garden in the backyard.

……

It is almost winter now, and even the wind in southern Xinjiang has become a little colder.

The dragon head held the melon in his delicate little hands and walked all the way to the depths of the garden, but he saw that the grass and trees were withered, and the ground was covered with dead leaves, creating a dim scene.

The scenery of the four seasons has its own unique charm, and the beauty of autumn is full of silence and burning. Everything in the world seems to have come to an end in an instant, looking sad and magnificent.

He came to a stone pavilion, gently put down the melon, bent down and sat on the stone bench. A light cold wind blew on his face, and he felt relaxed all over, completely free of the fatigue from the previous intrigues and calculations.

The dragon head gently broke off a piece of watermelon, opened its rosy little mouth, took a bite, and began to chew slowly.

While appreciating the beautiful scenery around him, he unconsciously hummed a ballad and his legs began to sway slightly...

At this moment, he had completely lost the calmness and indifference he had just shown when facing Lord Rat, and was now only playful and innocent, as befitted his age.

"Tap tap...!"

Just then, a furtive figure approached, ruining the mood.

He stood outside the garden, secretly peeking at the dragon head, and for a moment his expression looked a little dazed.

The dragon head has a face as handsome as jade and its profile is so perfect that it seems to have merged with the surrounding autumn scenery. The beautiful painting is created naturally.

"Ah, luckily he's not... the same as me." Ren also muttered secretly: "Otherwise, I really need to check my sexual orientation."

"Cough cough!"

After saying that, he coughed twice, walked towards the dragon head, waved and shouted, "Hi."

"brush!"

The dragon head was awakened and turned its head suddenly, with light red watermelon juice stained on the corners of its mouth.

He was suddenly embarrassed and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and his face became stern again.

Ren Ye walked into the stone pavilion and sat down next to him casually.

"What's the matter?" the dragon head asked slowly.

"Heh." Ren Ye stared at him blankly and suddenly sneered.

"Why are you laughing?" The dragon head was inexplicably panicked.

"I laugh at some people who have a 36D and plenty of money, but insist on pretending to be an airport." Ren Ye replied with a grin.

The dragon head blinked his eyes and pretended to be calm: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Let's get our cards on the table. Stop pretending." Ren Ye said bluntly, "Are you the Flower Fairy? I need your personal admission...!"

"I said, I'm not." The Dragon Head shook his head: "She had something to do, so she didn't come with the army."

"I don't believe it." Ren also shook his head: "Unless you let me see... whether you brought that."

When the dragon head heard this, his pretty face flushed and he slapped the stone table: "How dare you!"

"Hey, I didn't even tell you what you brought, why are you angry?" Ren Ye suddenly caught the other person's tail.

The dragon head was stunned, his expression a little embarrassed.

"Haha." Ren Ye smiled, his posture instantly became relaxed, and he said, "There are no outsiders here. If you admit it, I swear that I will keep your secret and tell you a secret in exchange."

The dragon head raised his eyebrows and said impatiently: "This lord...!"

"Oh, I beg you, just admit it, I really can be of great use to you." Ren Ye interrupted again, "After the end of the Bulao Mountain Secret Realm, I have one task that has not been completed, which is to confirm the true identities of the six magical powers who entered Bulao Mountain. I guessed once before, but I was wrong. I can almost conclude that you are the Hundred Flower Fairy, and you are also a woman... But I still want to hear you admit it in person to make sure that there is no mistake."

A blush appeared on the dragon head's face.

"Really, stop pretending. Yan Bo said that Long Shou was traveling, and I turned around and saw you wearing a bra in the secret realm of Bulao Mountain." Ren Ye spread his hands and said, "If you are not Long Shou, then who is? Besides, there is a kind of knowledge called behavioral logic. When you were in Bulao Mountain, you presented yourself as a woman, so your mentality was naturally relaxed. Some details of life cannot be faked at all, such as lifting skirts. No matter how awesome a gay is, he can't arouse your flirtiness."

"Who are you calling flirty?!" The dragon head showed a murderous look, and almost stroked the fur on his heart and yelled, "Am I not manly enough?"

"Is that so?" Ren Ye stared at him, pressing closer and closer.

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Head decisively turned his stubborn and red face away and whispered, "Tell me first what secret you want to exchange with me."

"hehe."

Ren Ye's mouth curled up slightly, and he did not hide it: "I have been to the Dragon Lord's Mausoleum."

"Ok?"

The dragon head suddenly looked at him, his eyes full of astonishment.

"Just after we left the secret realm, we were besieged by Tianxi Cave Master and others." Ren Ye narrated concisely: "It happened that the sealing stone slab was lost, and the black air of the Bulao Peak rose to the sky. When we were desperate, the luck in my body came out by itself, and a stone door of the Dragon Lord Mausoleum also opened by itself. I took them inside to hide, but found..."

"What did you find?" The dragon head stood up and asked in a panic, "Quick, tell me in detail."

Ren Ye's expression turned serious. "We found that... your father's coffin had been opened. There were no burial objects around it, nor were there any burial books or magic weapons, but the body was still there. However, there was a tunnel in the tomb. At the end, there was a formation. We relied on that formation to teleport to Funan County."

The dragon head's expression froze when he heard this, and an unconcealable anger appeared in his eyes.

"Have you ever been to the Dragon Lord's Mausoleum?" Ren Ye asked.

"No. When my father was buried, I only accompanied him to the outside of the Dragon Lord's Mausoleum according to etiquette." The Dragon Lord replied with a little sadness: "Once the door there is closed, only those with good fortune can open it."

At this point, Long Shou remembered his master's advice. His great opportunity was related to a person with great luck, who had appeared in the migration area before. This was why he went there to look for him.

But after going around in circles, the two sides met again in southern Xinjiang.

The Dragon Head suppressed the sadness in his heart and glanced at Ren Ye who was stealing his watermelon. He thought to himself, "Is this guy my chance? Oh my God, why do you torture me like this?!"

Someone had entered my father's tomb. Who could it be? Could it be someone from southern Xinjiang?

Why were they so cruel that they not only prevented my father from resting in peace after his death, but also moved his coffin and burial books... leaving his body exposed in the tomb.

Thinking of this, the dragon head clenched his trembling little hands and clenched his teeth.

He thought for a while, then turned around and asked, "Can you enter the Dragon Lord's Mausoleum again?"

"It should be possible." Ren nodded.

"Now that we're done with this matter, would you please accompany me for a walk?" the Dragon Head invited directly.

"No problem." Ren also agreed: "But... hey, you know."

The dragon head blushed again, turned her head stubbornly, and replied to him sideways: "I am the Flower Fairy, and also a woman. But don't talk nonsense everywhere..."

"Why are you dressing up as a man?" Ren Ye asked in confusion while showing off his watermelon.

"After my father died, I started wearing men's clothes." The dragon head pursed his red lips and looked at the dim scenery around him: "After so many years, I've gotten used to it."

Hehe, you finally admitted it.

Ren also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally sure in his heart that he had not guessed wrong about the identity of the Hundred Flower Fairy.

He paused for a moment and asked curiously, "What's your real name?"

"Ao Qingping." The dragon head replied a little shyly, with his chin raised even more stubbornly.

"Well, Xiao Wang, there is still one thing that is unclear..."

“If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now.” The Dragon Head felt that his posture was a little unstable and his true nature was about to be exposed.

"You occupy the three areas of Lingnan and refuse to return them. Aren't you afraid of arousing the old emperor's wrath?" Ren Ye asked without hesitation.

"There are rebels in the court who are conspiring with the people of Daqian. This borderland is unstable, and he will tolerate it." The dragon head looked back and saw that Ren had already eaten two pieces of watermelon. If she didn't eat it, it would be gone, so she immediately grabbed a piece: "The timing is right, so I will act this way."

"How do you know there are rebels in the court?"

"If there is no one in the court, how can we release Ma to the three places of Lingnan?!" She revealed a heroic spirit between her brows and responded very proudly.

However, the way she grabbed the watermelon to eat it was also very rough...

"It's well-reasoned and convincing." Ren Ye nodded slightly.

"If your Qingliang Prefecture wants to connect with the south, then Qianli Green Camp is the most ideal ally." The Dragon Head said crisply: "On the contrary, relying on the weight in the hands of Qingliang Prefecture, it will be much easier for my Qianli Green Camp to deal with the court."

"Is this all what you thought?" Ren Ye asked.

"No... I don't like to think about it. It's all the eight old ministers who are thinking about it." The dragon head was still arrogant.

"Ok."

"The eldest prince is on standby in Hezhou, and Lin Rao has been sent to three places in Lingnan... Don't you think something big is going to happen?" asked the Dragon Head.

"I've already felt it." Ren also looked towards the north: "Or rather, someone has already pointed it out to me. The wind blowing to the north these past two days has been a little too cold."

"No matter what happens, you and I must advance and retreat together, so that both sides can be worry-free."

"Well, let's make an oath together." Ren Ye suggested.

"I have a violent temper, so you'd better not mess with me." She quickly wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Haha, good brother, let's go together." Ren also nodded quickly.

After the two of them had talked it out, they left the back garden together.

……

night.

When Ren Ye and his brothers from Qianli Green Camp were having a meal, they suddenly heard soldiers kneeling outside and shouting "Greetings, Your Highness" in unison.

When he turned around, he saw a familiar face walking in. He opened his mouth and said, "Hey, brother Huai Wang, I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you very much... The singing girls in my palace also miss your friends."

"Damn, what bad luck." Ren Ye's face instantly fell when he saw him.