The enemy has a crush on me

Qingze couldn't help being startled when he heard the voice, and looked up along with the others, and saw Yin Luo had already opened the door and came out, standing on the second floor.

Yin Luo may well understand the principle of a man's ability to bend and stretch, and he kept a low profile along the way, almost making Qingze forget the true nature of this tyrant that he had heard along the way.

This Yin Luo, I don't know if he knows that these small officials will not hurt him at all, he is worried about losing his manpower, or because he agreed to his previous request, he really decided to cooperate with him with all his strength.

Qingze couldn't figure out what Yin Luo's plan was, so he frowned secretly.

After Yin Luoyao said this, he looked at the situation downstairs, his face darkened, and he walked downstairs.

Behind the middle-aged official, a man dressed like a staff member with sly eyebrows said angrily: "I didn't expect this demon to have accomplices, and he dared to threaten the magistrate. This is really, this is really... Where is the law?! What is the law of heaven?!"

After finishing speaking, he turned sideways, bent down and cupped his hands, and said to the middle-aged man: "My lord, this demon accomplice has an arrogant attitude, why not arrest them together and put them in prison."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, only to see the usual lazy middle-aged man with a pale complexion, looking at the demon's accomplice, his eyes wide open, his lips trembling for a long time, before he squeezed toothpaste and said, "You, you are...? "

Because they didn't hear the order, a group of Zaolis in the besieging circle couldn't take any action. They still held long knives and locked their eyes on Yin Luo who walked to Qingze's side.

Yin Luo looked at the middle-aged man, and said, "Fang Zhiyuan, the county magistrate of the seventh rank, is from the northern border of Xuanyong."

The middle-aged man named Fang Zhiyuan dripped sweat from his nose, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his body was unnaturally tense.

Yin Luo frowned, paused and said: "On the day you were awarded the official seal, I spoke to you."

The horror on Fang Zhiyuan's face became heavier, his teeth chattered for a while, and his tone was almost trembling with fear: "Huang, Huang..."

Seeing his flustered expression, the staff behind him stretched out their hands to support him, and before he could continue speaking, they turned their heads and yelled at the crowd: "I'm afraid these monsters are trying to use some kind of magic tricks on your lord, hurry up! Catch them! Catch them!" Stop them!"

This staff member should have a lot of power, and the slaves who had not dared to act rashly heard his order, stepped forward in unison, and raised their long swords again.

Yin Luo protected Qingze behind him, still looking at the magistrate with his eyes wide open and his pupils constricted.

Then, he said in a tone that Qing Ze had never heard before, which was full of gold and iron horse killing, and could even be called terrifying:

"Yin Luo, the lord of Xuanyong, is here, who dares to distance himself from you?"

Hearing this, the Zaolis around were a little afraid to move, they looked at each other, as if they didn't know whether to believe it or not, because Yin Luo's name was too powerful, they subconsciously took half a step back trembling.

After all, Yin Luo is not an ordinary emperor. What makes him memorable is not his status as an emperor, but his existence itself.

As a Wu prince who was exiled since childhood, murdered a lot, and forced the palace to seize the throne, he was praised by many people on the bright side, but turned pale by how many people talked about him in secret, plus those terrifying rumors of possessing strange powers... , almost described him as a three-headed, six-armed, blue-faced and long-fanged monster. In this territory of Xuanyong, it is almost as effective as a child crying at night.

The staff member was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and simply pulled out the saber of another Zaoli beside him, and pointed at Yin Luo two steps forward and said, "Bah! Your Majesty is the Nine-Five Lord and the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles, how could he appear at this border?" The small town will protect this monster of unknown origin! It’s really a lie! If you don’t dare to go up, I’ll come!”

Qing Ze listened to his mandarin and was really noisy, so he quietly formed a ball of spiritual energy in his palm, but Yin Luo pressed his wrist through his sleeve, as if to stop it.

Seeing that the aide was about to rush over, the middle-aged official smoothed his tongue and said to the aide, "Nonsense!"

He looked at Yin Luo, lowered his head, and taught his staff: "This appearance and voice is indeed His Majesty's right... There is no other person in the world... Your Majesty is talented and powerful, and you are a three-legged cat. , rushing forward, I am afraid that I don’t know how to die.”

After he finished speaking, he stomped his feet, hating iron for being weak, and shouted to the group: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and kneel down and salute Your Majesty."

On this side, he flicked his hem and knelt down.

The man had gold under his knees. Seeing their most admired magistrate kneeling on the ground with a plop, Zaoli and the diners were relieved. The long knife that was holding up motionless also fell to the ground with a bang, Wu Yangyang followed Kneeling down on a mountain and shouting long live, no one has ever dared to lift his head.

Especially the aides who were pretending to be powerful just now, trembled more than anyone else.

Even though Fang Zhiyuan seemed to respect Yin Luo in his words, their appearance was more like fear of some terrible existence than awe of the king.

It seems that Yin Luo's identity is not Xuanyong's emperor, but some kind of cruel devil.

Yin Luo looked at the scene in front of him, his expression darkened.At this time, the sky had already dimmed, and the candles in the hall were flickering on and off, which made it more and more obvious that his face was watery and unkind.

He took a deep breath and said, "Be flat."

A group of people stood up together, still bowing their heads.

Yin Luo said to Fang Zhiyuan: "I visited here unannounced recently, and found that there is someone selling the flesh and blood of the same clan here. It is said that he was a butcher in this town. This shopkeeper died because of this. ——Fangzhi County, is there such a thing?"

Fang Zhiyuan cupped his hands and replied: "There is indeed a butcher in the town, but what he sells is mutton. Many people in the town have bought it, and they have never heard of selling the flesh and blood of the same clan. If your majesty doesn't believe it, I can go with your majesty." Take a look at the butcher's house, if he really has such a vicious act, then ransack his house and put him in prison."

Yin Luo frowned: "No one has ever found out where his meat came from? Didn't he find someone who died or disappeared after he sold the meat?"

Fang Zhiyuan said: "It is a blessing to be able to eat meat here. No one will go to find out where the meat comes from. There have always been cases of sudden death and disappearance, even before the butcher sold the meat. In addition, this place is close to the border. There are also many people who fled to other countries along the border and have disappeared since then."

Yin Luo said: "Where did the government allocate the food and salaries for disaster relief for three years?"

Fang Zhiyuan said: "This, this..."

His lips were trembling, and he said this and that for a while before saying, "It's all used for disaster relief."

This sentence made Qingze almost laugh out loud.He turned his head to Yin Luo and said: "This man is really talking nonsense, which is annoying. My sword cuts iron like mud. When I cut him into slices, he will know whether he is destined to lie or not."

As he spoke, he drew his long sword.

After Fang Zhiyuan heard this sentence, he looked at Yin Luo, and found that his eyes were still cold and stern, his expression was filled with fear, and he seemed to have collapsed. He knelt down on the ground again, and repeatedly begged for mercy: "Monster... Shangxian, please forgive me. There are seniors and juniors among junior officials..."

After he begged for mercy, he found the top of his head was quiet, and then he confessed: "The money...was never allocated from the beginning. Before leaving the capital, he was enriched by an adult. He is a former court official and a member of the royal family." Dear, when those silver taels arrived in the frontier, only one or two tenths of them were left. I originally had the ambition to revitalize the border town, but I only got a drop in the bucket of silver taels. I cover up the truth in the memorials I report regularly, and the remaining one-tenths are at my disposal."

He spoke more and more slowly, and at the end he choked up a bit. He raised his head and glanced at Yin Luo, feeling as if his eyes had seen through even the depths of his soul. His heart trembled, and he guessed that Yin Luo must have heard it. I confessed thoroughly that maybe I could save the lives of my family members, so I said cruelly: "They also said...wait for them, wait for them to 'set things right', and the day when I regain power is the time when I will be promoted ..."

This sentence is really outrageous.

Fang Zhiyuan couldn't continue because he was too frightened. He looked up at the long sword in Qingze's hand, and seemed to have made up his mind. He kept kneeling and threw his body in the direction of Qingze. Wipe it straight on the blade, and hit the neck, blood splashed down.

With his neck covered in blood, he crawled up to Yin Luo, hugged his feet tightly, and begged with a look of extreme fear and self-possession: "Your Majesty... I know I was wrong. But my minister I have already reported the truth, and I am making up for my mistakes. If you want to kill or cut, ten tortures, I will let you deal with it, but I beg you to spare my family... You can make them slaves and handmaids, if it still doesn't work, you can kill them To kill them, I just beg, I beg you to let them die more easily...they don't know anything, please don't torture them too badly..."

Yin Luo took a step back, as if he couldn't believe what Fang Zhiyuan did just now.

"You're bleeding," he said.

A moment ago, this person had a ruddy complexion and was surrounded by everyone, but now his neck was bleeding, and he said that he was at his disposal.

Yin Luo subconsciously wanted to cover his wound, bent down, and stretched out his hand towards Zhixian's neck.

When Zhixian saw his movements, his reaction was completely different from Yin Luo's thought. Instead, he subconsciously backed away, his eyes widened, as if he had finally given up on him, and even the last hope in his eyes disappeared.

He wiped away the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, and because of the complete loss of luster, the expression of fear on his face gradually receded, and his expression calmed down instead. Although his face was ashen, he showed a never-before-seen determination and sorrow:

"Your Majesty, you are indeed born with a cruel heart."

After he finished speaking, he started to laugh slyly, revealing the hatred and disdain towards Yin Luo that could no longer be concealed, deeply hidden by fear, like a broken jar.

Fang Zhiyuan's neck was still bleeding, and his pupils were hard to focus, but he suddenly raised his head high, changed his cowardly expression just now, as if he had just revealed his deep-seated thoughts at this time, pointed at Yin Luo and said:

——"Yin Luo, the tyrant, deviates from the scriptures, loses morality and lacks help, and will die a good death!"

The voice was extremely loud, reverberating in Nuo Da's hall full of spirit, and it didn't seem to come from the mouth of the lazy and incompetent magistrate at all.

No one dared to respond to his words, and there was a hopeless silence in the air.

After shouting, Fang Zhiyuan looked around, saw the silent expressions of all the people present, knew that they heard his words clearly, and laughed again, feeling that the evil spirit in his heart had finally come out, he was no longer afraid, just so full Looking at Yin Luo with hatred and pity, he bit his tongue with a smile and committed suicide.

His expression could be called relief.

It was indeed a relief for him.