Chapter 89: Great double castration!

Two men and one woman...
It's strange!
Li Qinglian made a small report with relish, but was stunned to find that Zhao Yumeng's expression had not changed at all, as if this outrageous and rare event had nothing to do with Zhao Yumeng.
what happened?
Why does Senior Sister Yumeng care about such things?
Shouldn't it be that when you encounter such a thing, shouldn't you go straight to the door with a sword and slash the big demon with one sword?
Li Qinglian was full of doubts, carefully watching Zhao Yumeng's expression, but did not dare to raise her head completely.
Even with a veil on her face, Li Qinglian was worried that the spies of the dynasty in Qingyun City would see her identity from the outline of her face.
As soon as Zhao Yumeng walked out of Xiangdong Street, he quickened his pace and went straight to Qingyun Peak.
Even if Li Qinglian and Zhao Yumeng are the same teachers and sisters, they are both true disciples of Tu Shanzong. In front of Li Qinglian, Zhao Yumeng still has an attitude of being a thousand miles away, making it difficult to get close.
"Humph!"
Li Qinglian stared at Zhao Yumeng's back, stomped her feet with anger, turned around, and returned the same way.
People come and go in Xiangdong Street.
A hawker carrying candied haws skewers came to face him, stopped in front of Li Qinglian, and said, "Girl, come a candied haws."
Li Qinglian was depressed, frowning and said: "Don't buy it!"
The hawker smiled, plucked a bunch of candied haws from the cargo pole, lowered his voice, and said, "Old slave's candied haws are better than others. Would you like to have one?"
His Royal Highness!
This name made Li Qinglian's eyes stare as she looked at the person in front of her.
The hawker looks fifty or sixty years old, a little short, a little hunched, with patches on his clothes and a rag hat on his head. He has a dark complexion and a simple and honest smile. He looks ordinary, like a little walking north and south. Shopkeeper.
But in Li Qinglian's heart, there suddenly appeared a name that was famous in the officialdom of the dynasty.
Qin Wannian!
This person is the admiral and chief of the great secret detective, who has a hundred officials to monitor,? Defending the imperial power and taking charge of the jail with all its strength can be described as monstrous power. This old has great strength, and is as famous as Niu Baiye, the chief of the great inner office, and is called: the double castration of the great!
If it is an ordinary official of the Great Court, suddenly encountering this Qin Wannian on the way, most of them will be frightened in a cold sweat, suspecting that the will arrest people and go to the prison.
Li Qinglian is not afraid.
"It turned out to be Old Qin, how did you bad old man recognize this princess?"
Li Qinglian's tone was not good, and she was worried that she would be ruined by the fact that she would be a maid for the big demon.
"Return to His Highness the Nine."
Qin Wannian nodded and bowed, and said in a low voice: "In Tushan Sect, there are not many true female disciples, and there are not many with outstanding temperament and demeanor. As early as the day when His Royal Highness and Chen Xinglie came to Qingyun City, the imperial spy knew about the princess. Identity. The old slave was worried about the princess’s safety, so he came here on a starry night."
"You are still a little loyal." Li Qinglian took the bunch of candied haws, took a big bite angrily, rolled her eyes, and asked, "Has Lao Qin beat Chen Xinglie?"
Qin Wannian squinted his eyes, his eyes full of sullenness, and said with the method of sound transmission: "If you fight head-on, the old slave and Changkong will have nothing to do with each other. If it is a sneak attack, the old slave will be with the Zhao Yumeng who just left. As for Chen Xinglie, with the strength displayed by this man, if the old slave poisoned him in advance and then used the means of assassination, it could also be 50-50..."
Li Qinglian frowned, kicked her feet, kicking and cursing: "Five-five! I'm kicking you five-five-five...Five-five you big-headed ghost..."
Qin Wannian pretended to be kicked in pain. He yelled a few words, and the voice transmission said: "This Chen Xinglie is my great scholar, the son of Chen Jiuyuan. Chen Jiuyuan is an official of the Hanlin University and ranks among the Jiuqing. Regarding the family line, Chen Xinglie and His Highness Nine are indeed very good match. However, when Chen Jiuyuan was alive, Chen Xinglie had arranged a marriage for Chen Xinglie, and the other party was Wu'anhou's prostitute. If His Highness Nine wanted to win love with a sword, this matter... ...Some trouble."
"Fuck! If you can't beat Chen Xinglie, don't bother me!" Li Qinglian pinched the leftover candied haws, slammed Qin Wannian angrily, and turned and walked away.
Qin Wannian hurriedly said in a voice transmission: "Gong send His Royal Highness the nine."
"Humph!"
Li Qinglian snorted coldly and pointed out angrily. She was obviously caught by the big devil as a maidservant, and was yelled and drunk by the big devil, and suffered all the insults, but the old actually said something right...
Pooh!
The old man is so bad!
Li Qinglian strode away.
Qin Wanyoung patted the footprints on his body gently, taking every shot gently, as if this was not a beating, but a reward.
After cleaning up his footprints, Qin Wannian walked a dozen steps in the street, carrying a cargo pole, and sat down in a tavern.
This tavern was a stronghold of the imperial agents in Qingyun City. From the tavern owner to the shopkeeper, as well as the alcoholic guests in the Tang Dynasty, they were all imperial agents.
When everyone saw Qin Wannian, they quickly served food and drink.
The owner of the tavern is a close eye, and he leaned forward to slap his horse, and said: "It is worthy of the master general, who can actually make the Nine His Royal Highness punch and kick. This means that His Royal Highness completely treats the general manager as his own family. Such treatment and grace, It is almost beyond the reach of the chief executive Niu Baiye."
Qin Wannian picked up the wine glass with a bit of pride in his eyes, and said, "What do you know? The prince and His Royal Highness the Nine, both of whom grew up under the nose of this director, will of course treat him as his own family. Baiye, but only with the favor of the old lady, can the villain win. What kind of thing is he worthy of being compared with the manager?"
The tavern owner said: "Your subordinates have heard that your majesty's health is getting worse and worse."
Qin Wannian pressed the wine glass in his hand fiercely.
Snapped!
The tavernkeeper's palm was smashed through the wine glass, bloody, he grinned with pain, he knelt down with a thump, and repeatedly kowtowed for mercy.
Qin Wannian patted the tavernkeeper on the shoulder, and asked in a weird manner: "The boss hit you to teach you how to behave, but you don't know what it is, you kneel down and beg for mercy. Does the boss look very cruel?"
The tavern owner hurriedly said: "Not cruel, not cruel at all, the manager is very kind..."
Click!
Before he finished speaking, his neck was broken.
"The general manager has been in charge of the dynasty spy for many years. It was only by brutal means that he frightened the Quartet. This person actually said that the general manager is kind, this..."
Qin Wannian stood up, scanned the surrounding spy, and said in a surreptitious manner: "This is a huge insult to the general manager!"
The spies were silent, afraid to make a sound.
"Bring paper and pen!"
Qin Wannian gave an order, and everyone offered paper and pen, and the old wrote a greeting note, saying: "Hurry up and send it to Chen Xinglie's house."