The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng nodded. He had never really experienced the beauty of socialism so clearly: "My motherland is called China. There are no ranks and ranks there. It is full of hope and opportunity. The land is vast and the mountains and rivers are magnificent."

Kong Mingfan stared at him with a smile: "It's really a good place, if I have the chance, I'd like to visit it too."

Ding Baocheng lowered his eyes: "I want to go home too."

Kong Mingfan held him in his arms: "I will be with you from now on, and you will have a home."

Ding Baocheng's eyes were sore and nestled in his arms: "Thank you."

Kong Mingfan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and kissed his temples: "I thank you too, without you, I wouldn't have a family."

...

The two walked towards the house hand in hand, but when they entered the door, they found that the door was wide open, and there was no one in the yard.

Ding Baocheng and Kong Mingfan looked at each other, and they both saw bad omens in each other's eyes.

"Where are Xiao Fuzi and the others?" Ding Baocheng frowned: "Do you have bowls, chopsticks and wine? Let me figure it out."

Kong Mingfan nodded and brought him what he wanted.

Ding Baocheng took it and closed his eyes for a moment, poured the wine into the palm of his hand, poured the rest into the bowl, then put the three chopsticks upright in the bowl, looked up at Kong Mingfan, who was standing aside and watching him intently: "Your dagger I'll use it."

Kong Mingfan pulled out the dagger from his waist and handed it over. Seeing Ding Baocheng cut his palm with the knife, he frowned slightly and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Ding Baocheng dripped the blood into the bowl, and the three chopsticks absorbed the blood droplets that had fainted in the bowl, and the chopsticks glowed red, and soon one of the chopsticks began to ooze blood, forming a pattern in the bowl: "It's not good. "

Kong Mingfan: "What?"

"I'll tell you where Little Fuzi and the others are going later." Ding Baocheng's eyes dimmed, he got up and retracted his hexagrams, took out the chopsticks, and poured the blood wine in the northwest direction.

He stuck the blood-soaked chopstick in the middle of the yard, and he held the remaining two chopsticks tightly in his hands: "You lead the way, they are in your government. This bloody disaster of human life lawsuit seems to be related to It is related to the driver who was possessed by the snake demon before..."

Kong Mingfan's face darkened: "Little Fuzi didn't come in time because..."

Ding Baocheng took his arm and walked out: "Brother, tell me on the way, if you don't go to Xiaofuzi, you will be cold!"

They soon arrived at the gate of the yamen in the northwest of the city, and saw many people surrounded it. Generally speaking, the gate of the government office would only be opened when there was a case.

"Ahhh! Please forgive me, the little one didn't kill anyone! My lord! The villain was really wronged...Ahhhhh—" Xiao Fuzi's hoarse shout came, but because his voice was too loud, Weak, he was soon overwhelmed by the laughter of the onlookers around him.

Ding Baocheng turned cold and surrounded him with Kong Mingfan, and sure enough, he saw that Xiao Fuzi was wounded all over, his legs and feet were being clamped by the torture tools, and the two yamen were pulling the rope and tortured hard.

"I'm going to save Little Fuzi."

"Baby..."

Ding Baocheng flew into the door without waiting for Kong Mingfan's objection, kicked the two fat and strong Ya Nei away, and said angrily: "Stop! Are you planning to beat me to death!"

The official master sitting high in the hall is a middle-aged man with a wretched face, named Zhu Taijing, and Mr. Wen next to him has a mustache.

When they saw the beauty in white who came suddenly, their eyes were straightened, and they almost forgot that this person was here to make trouble.I just feel that the beauty is picturesque, especially the little cinnabar between the eyebrows is like a burning fire in my heart, I can't move my eyes away just by looking at it.

Master Wen came back to his senses first, and reminded with a smile: "Master..."

"Who is here?" Zhu Taijing yelled with a smile: "Whoever is the last name should report to the house."

His voice was too oily, which made Ding Baocheng feel a little disgusted, but he still asked him patiently: "Why did you arrest Xiao Fuzi? What kind of law did he commit? Do you need to torture him like this?"

"I said, little beauty, what is your relationship with this mink servant?" Zhu Taijing stared at Ding Baocheng with a pair of small eyes.

"Pimpedao is not a little beauty." Ding Baocheng almost got goosebumps from being called out by him, and patiently kept calm: "He is a servant of my family."

"Your family?" Zhu Taijing patted the table, as if afraid of frightening this celestial being, and when he came to the table, his hands were lightened again, so that his fat body was a bit funny when he raised his hands so high and lowered: "Your family Who are you? What does it have to do with the second master of the Kong family?"

Ding Baocheng was about to speak when Kong Mingfan stepped forward from the crowd and dragged Ding Baocheng behind him, saying, "Kong Mingfan, a grassroots man, he is my husband."

"What?!" Zhu Taijing and Mr. Wen were shocked, and they looked at each other: "Isn't your husband the ugliest monster in the world!"

Ding Baocheng choked for a moment: "No, it's the ugliest monster in the world..."

The people watching the theater were in an uproar, and some who had heard that Ding Dabao was beautiful and not ugly all showed expressions of "Look, I told you that a long time ago! You don't believe it..." expressions.

Ding Baocheng was too lazy to say: "Who am I, what do I look like, and what does it have to do with the people who arrested my family for no reason?"

Little Fuzi was dying, and hearing Ding Baocheng say that he was a member of his family, his eyes became moist: "Husband... madam..."

Ding Baocheng bowed down and fed him a life extension pill, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, Mingfan and I will definitely save you back."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...thank you ma'am...thank you master...Xiao Anzi and the others went to find Young Master Su..." Xiao Fuzi drooped her head with tears in the corners of her eyes.

Ding Baocheng heard the words: "Su Jing? Why are you looking for him?"

"It's not Su Jing, it's Su Qian." Kong Mingfan took off his outer shirt and put it on for Xiao Fuzi, then helped Ding Baocheng up and said softly.

Ding Baocheng: "Who is Su Qian?"

Just as Kong Mingfan was about to speak, Zhu Taijing scolded him: "Bold and unreasonable! Breaking into the courtroom, you dare to whisper to me, hit me!"

Hearing the news, the yamen rushed forward to arrest Ding Baocheng and Kong Mingfan and they were about to execute him. Seeing this, Zhu Taijing and Master Wen hurriedly said, "You stupid slaves, can this little beauty stand your execution? Give me the trick of Kong Mingfan." civil!"

The yamen looked at each other and hurriedly released Ding Baocheng, and kicked Kong Mingfan's leg until he knelt on one knee.

Before Ding Baocheng realized why he didn't hit him, he heard Kong Mingfan's muffled groan, and turned his head to see that his husband, whom he couldn't bear to kick, was actually kicked!

He was so angry that his face turned cold, and the stars flashed between his fingers, and the two Ya Nei who were holding sticks to punch Kong Mingfan were thrown to the sides and lay on their stomachs.

Zhu Taijing's face turned pale with fright: "What's going on!"

Master Wen: "Master, I don't know either!"

Zhu Taijing patted the gavel: "Who dares to pretend to be a ghost? It must be you, Kong Mingfan, who dare to play tricks under my nose. Come and beat me!"

Kong Mingfan turned his head and glanced at Ding Baocheng, who smiled at him and blinked his eyes to signal him to feel relieved.

Ding Baocheng stood with one hand behind his back, but he pleaded with Zhu Taijing: "My lord, my husband is not in good health and I really can't beat him!"

When Zhu Taijing heard the beauty begging him to forgive him, he turned his nose up even more: "You want to beg me to let him go? It just so happens that there is a shortage of a house in my house, why don't you..."

"..." Ding Baocheng was so angry that his eyes turned green. He really didn't expect that the dog official would dare to tease and humiliate him in front of the public: "Then you should fight."

The smile on Zhu Taijing's face paused: "Good, good! Hit, hit hard."

Hearing the words, the two yamen got up from the ground, and as expected, they swung their sticks and beat Kong Mingfan fiercely. The people around thought that Kong Mingfan would be beaten into something.

Unexpectedly, the elegant and elegant man in black clothes didn't react at all. Instead, the official sitting on the high hall began to yell, his voice was as miserable as killing a pig.

Zhu Taijing never expected that he would be in such pain, every time the two yamen punched Kong Mingfan, his body was like being whipped by a stick.

This must be some sorcery!Zhu Taijing slapped the gavel forcefully angrily: "Stop! Stop! Stop hitting!"

The yamen also looked blank, and hurriedly put down the stick. Sure enough, once Kong Mingfan was not beaten, Zhu Taijing would not hurt anymore...

His angry beard was almost blown off: "Kong Mingfan, you trickster must have used some sorcery to transfer the pain to me?"

Ding Baocheng said leisurely: "My lord clearly sees that my husband is honest and honest, how could he practice sorcery? There must be some misunderstanding. If you don't believe me, try again."

Zhu Taijing thought for a while, and also felt that it was impossible for such a powerful monk to exist in Qingzhou, where second-class people lived, but if anyone with some ability went to Nanzhou, who would be in such a broken corner?

Not to mention the frequent occurrence of ghosts and monsters, he is still full of troublesome people. If it weren't for his low level and insufficient money to buy an official, he would definitely not be here to go to the Nanzhou Imperial Capital!

Thinking about it, Zhu Taijing slapped the gavel: "You said he didn't have magic tricks, so why didn't he even bark when he was beaten, but instead, I felt pain?"

Kong Mingfan: "Grassmen are more capable of enduring pain."

Zhu Taijing's face changed, he didn't believe in evil: "Call me again!"

This time Kong Mingfan did yell twice after being beaten: "Master, please forgive me, it hurts so much."

Although he seemed to say it, the bystanders didn't feel his pain at all, and even felt a little perfunctory.

"You have a long memory, next time you dare to commit another crime, I will make you look good!" Zhu Taijing didn't feel the pain any more, and his complexion improved a little: "Forget it, I'm tired, let's stop here today, and get promoted tomorrow Hall."

Ding Baocheng called to stop him: "My lord."

Hearing the words, Zhu Taijing turned around and smiled at Ding Baocheng, all the flesh on his face twitched together: "What's the matter, little beauty, what's the matter with me?"

Ding Baocheng said: "I don't know if we can let Xiaofuzi go first? We are in the mansion, and the monk can't run away from the temple. Besides, you don't have absolute evidence to prove that Xiaofuzi committed the crime, do you?"

Zhu Taijing's face trembled: "You want me to let him go?"

"Hmm." Ding Baocheng smiled at him: "I would like to ask your lord for your convenience. He is so seriously injured. If he dies, if there is no evidence to prove your case, your failure to solve the case will also affect your promotion and fortune, won't it?"

Zhu Taijing thought about it.

Master Wen turned his eyes and said in a low voice, "Master, why don't you let this little beauty stay with you tonight? It's not impossible to make it easier for him."

Ding Baocheng had heard clearly what they were saying furtively, and his forehead hurt when he heard this, so he decided to teach the dog official a good lesson at night.