After the villains heard my voice, they all lost their composure.

The sound of silk and bamboo is pleasant to the ear, and the layers of tulle are stacked on top of each other. Some are handsome, some are fresh and cute, or some are beautiful men with eight-pack abs twisting their waists behind the tulle. There are handsome and miserable men who are bold. He stepped forward and hooked Yan Mu'an's finger, saying seductively, "Princess, follow me."

Yan Mu'an, who was in the clouds, stood up with a smile and let the beautiful man be brought into the gauze. Suddenly, a group of beautiful men of all colors gathered around her and looked at her with resentment, "Princess is partial."

"Hahahaha~~~"

"Hahahaha~~~"

Yan Mu'an felt endless joy. She touched one's hand, pinched that waist, and laughed wildly. Then there was a loud 'touch', and the widowed king holding a knife stood in front of her sinisterly, and then turned around , the beautiful men behind her all had the same faces as the prince, and they all said in unison, "Princess, you are looking for death."

"Ah~"

Yan Mu'an woke up suddenly, with saliva still on the corner of his mouth. Caihe hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Did the princess just have a dream? She dreamed about something. She kept laughing."

The laughter was really terrifying, as if her princess had transformed into a flower picker, laughing quite frivolously.

"But did you dream about the prince?"

Yan Mu'an grabbed the slightly cold tea next to her and took a sip. The dream just now was really terrible. How could the widowed king still haunt her and ruin her good deeds? There were so many beautiful men, so happy, oooooo~~~
It turned out that Yan Mu'an felt a little tired after being busy for several days in a row. She had been resting for two days in a row. When she had nothing to do, she would sit in the pavilion next to the lotus pond, enjoy the scenery, refresh the system, and go see the sisters in the forum who were still struggling. , seeking a little comfort of their own.

An hour ago, she saw a post. There was a sister in the group who had become the queen. She was killing everyone in her world by relying on the tactics that people in the forum had come up with for her.

As soon as the post came out, a high-rise building was built quickly. In addition to congratulations, people were asking if the male protagonist would join forces and if there would be a harem of three thousand. As a result, they replied that men would only affect the speed of her becoming emperor. Occasionally, she would summon two if she was interested. To relieve my boredom, I asked everyone if they had experienced the beauty of having eight men with abs in gauze performing a dance for themselves, making everyone who was struggling on the line of life and death envious.

At that time, she touched her chin happily, imagining that it would be great if there were many beautiful men to dance for her, and then she fell asleep without knowing it, and then the fantasy scene appeared in her dream.
He was woken up by a fright before even finishing a sweet dream. It was very wrong for the widowed king.

"What kind of daydream are you having in broad daylight? I don't know where the prince is now?"

He traveled so far and still appeared in her dream to do bad things to her. Can such a beautiful dream be allowed to happen casually?
At this time, somewhere in the dense forest of Southern Qi Kingdom, the frightened birds returned to the branches and looked at the people in the forest uneasily.

"No, I can't."

There is an official road passing through the forest. At this moment, in the carriage on the official road, the guard wearing Yongchang's clothes felt uneasy and said, "I really can't do it."

A guard gave him a kick, "A man can't say no, and you are usually in the carriage. Who knows you are not?"

Yongchang had led an elite group of his to leave an hour ago, leaving behind his trusted guards to disguise themselves as himself and continue to patrol the border.

"Besides, you are somewhat similar to the prince in both your body shape and your voice. Didn't the prince prepare a mask for you? Who can recognize you?"

The guard pretending to be Yongchang straightened his back and cleared his throat, "Be brave. If you dare to kick me, just show your head to the public."

The guard next to him punched him again on the shoulder, "Yes, yes, that's the voice. Remember, the prince is a man of few words. He can only speak if he can. Don't talk too much."

Oh my god, it would be great if this was the real prince. Give him a punch.

The guard pretending to be Yongchang was also very playful, "If you dare to hit me, I will chop off your head immediately."

"Ouch, I'm so scared."

The guard gave him another fist and said with joy, "I think my courage can break the sky." "Your Majesty."

The guard pretending to be Yongchang immediately stood up and knelt down on one knee to salute, "I beg your lord to punish me for my daring actions under my humble position."

The guard next to him trembled and turned around. When he saw someone behind him, he almost knelt down. When he saw it clearly, he realized that it was another guard. He breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he still felt so guilty even though the prince was not around. It's so scary.

At this moment, Yongchang, who has changed his clothes, has already left the mountain forest with his people. They will find a suitable mountain to stay, then pretend to be bandits, do a few big things first, and then head towards the chaotic land.

Half an hour later, they successfully captured a cottage, occupied their territory and drove them all away. Yongchang became the leader of the cottage.

"Master, God has really blessed us. The terrain of this village is dangerous, the hills are flat, and there are many houses, which is enough to accommodate the brothers."

Yongchang's lieutenant is now the second in command of the village. He took off his armor and put on the costume of a bandit. He is simply a bandit himself.

Yongchang nodded. He was still very handsome even though he was dressed as a bandit leader. For this reason, he got a half ghost mask from somewhere and put it on, which gave him a more sinister and cunning look.

"From today on, we are the people of Black Wind Village. From now on, we will say that we are Black Wind Guards, evolved from Black Wind Village. It just so happens that everyone has a black cloak, which is just right."

"Prepare the pen and ink."

It's been a while since I left home, and when it's time to write a letter home to the princess, I don't know how the princess is doing now.

But her ears felt a little hot. Could it be that the princess was thinking about her?
Thinking of this, my mood got better again.

Magistrate Yang exerted the greatest energy since he became an official. Every day he was searching for evidence of various crimes against the Zhang family. He had put people in jail and there was no trial, but the people did not press him to ask questions, because The day to pay the grain tax has arrived.

The Yong family, who had long been looking forward to this day, was gearing up to leave the city and rush to different places with important missions.

"Are you from Wangshui Village? Get in line."

In order not to give the grain collectors below the opportunity to oppress the people, the grain collection this time was all done at the local yamen. The village chiefs, together with the men of the village and the grain tax, lined up to pay the grain.

"Master, we are from Wangshui Village, and the villain is the village chief. This is the village's roster and land. We have brought all the taxes and grain."

Yong Mingshun, who was in charge here, took the book and asked the local government officials to check it. Then the grain began to be weighed, and the person who weighed it began to report the number and said: "There are five hundred catties more."

Yong Mingshun glanced at the village chief and said, "Ask your people to take the extra five hundred kilograms back."

The village chief didn't know why. They all came according to the previous rules. The extra 500 kilograms were filial piety food spread out by every household in the village. "Master, we understand the rules. This is filial piety to the master."

"What rules?"

Yong Mingshun looked coldly, "The palace has an order that no one can interfere with the food tax, oppress the people, and don't take an extra grain of tax grain from the people. Those rules in the past will no longer exist. Hurry up and take back the extra grain you brought." .”

The village chief couldn't believe that there was such a good thing and such a good official, "Master, is this true?"