Chapter 72: The third breakup (6)

With such a voice, the messenger changed the atmosphere of the entire living room. Even those singers who were still singing were closing their mouths.
"Who are you? Hugh wants nonsense!" Then Zhizhou noticed that the situation was wrong and hurriedly stopped the messenger, then immediately retorted.
However, the herald soldier did not put him in his eyes, and directly led the people who followed to speak to Song Yucheng.
When Zhizhou saw it, cold sweat came down instantly. Because it was none other than Yang Qing and Master Qiao in his mouth. As soon as Yang Qing came in, they knelt in front of Song Yucheng and talked about the crime of Rongcheng Zhizhou.
One of these sentences is that it is a deadly sin.
"Sir, don't listen to their nonsense, this is slandering!"
"Slander?" Song Yucheng raised an eyebrow. "How can Lord look at them like a good person."
"It's all disguise. Their habit of serving as soldiers will reverse the right and wrong..." However, Song Yucheng was interrupted before he had finished speaking.
"Fart!" Song Yucheng hit a chopstick on the forehead of the Zhizhou, and directly hit him with a green bag on his forehead. "I'm used to disguise, dare to love you, I mean, I don't have long eyes? Good or bad, I don't see It’s also a big courage."
"What was your name before crying?"
"Small name is Yang Qing." Yang Qing blushed suddenly because of Song Yucheng.
"The waist board straightens back."
"Yes! Ye, the subordinate is Yang Qing!"
"It's okay," Song Yucheng picked his lips, "This grandson said that Ye didn't have long eyes. You teach him how to speak with him."
"Yes!" Yang Qing immediately grasped the enlightenment, went up and rounded his arm, and slapped it to the face of Zhizhou with a slap.
You know, although Rongcheng has a difficult life, Yang Qing is also a soldier. This slap, they can't compare with Song Yucheng, it is more than enough to deal with this kind of Zhizhou of Rongcheng. Seeing that Zhizhou's right face immediately swelled up, the whole person was lying on the ground, his head buzzing.
"You... you are so brave!" Zhizhou's swollen face was vague, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help shouting to let the family outside come in to help.
But the soldiers under Song Yucheng were not vegetarian, so the people raised by the state knew that in the eyes of Song Yucheng, they might not be far from waste. He stretched out his hand slightly, and they were all and thrown into the courtyard outside the hall.
"What's the matter? Then challenge the master?" Song Yucheng looked at the Zhizhou with disdain, as if he was looking at some garbage. The stupid gesture is extremely arrogant.
Zhizhou was completely irritated by him. "You are lynching! I, I am the Zhizhou sent by the emperor, even if you are a king, you are not qualified to move me." But after the confession was not spoken, he was ordered by Song Yucheng's side. Slap back.
"Why are you talking to our grandfather? What about the emperor sending you? Our county prince is the emperor's pro-nephew, you are a fart!"
This is all right, then Zhizhou was originally only with a swollen right face, and now the left face is also symmetrical, which is exactly a pig head. But after a while, the painful nose and tears left his face.
"Bah! It's useless!" The subpoena quenched his mouth, and it was not acceptable.
Song Yucheng stood up lazily, glanced at him condescendingly, and pointed to the following and asked: "Where is the Rongcheng Military Law Department in charge?"
"Yeah, it's me. Qiao Jingxuan's subordinate is now in charge of the Military Law Department."
Joe? Could it be Mr. Qiao who Yang Qing said before? Song Yucheng looked up, and then was a little surprised. Because Qiao Jingxuan is too young, and looks like a scholar rather than a soldier.
But it doesn't matter what, as long as it can be used, appearance does not matter. Song Yucheng thought this way and ordered to Qiao Jingxuan: "You first tied this dog officer, and then took the officers of your military department to investigate his crimes, and give you half an hour, I want to know all of his ten years Charge."
"Yes!" Song Yucheng was so vigorous and popular, which was beyond the expectations of Qiao Jingxuan. But when he thought that Zhizhou would be dealt with, his heart also relaxed a lot.
But that Zhizhou shouted that it would be broken, see the emperor. Song Yucheng was bored and could not help but feel the chopsticks remaining on the table. Unexpectedly, Hai Dongqing, who hadn't waited until he shot, didn't know when he would come back and rushed over. He twitched him with one wing.
Huh, the call is so unpleasant, and dare to quarrel year after year, it should be killed directly. Haidong Qingtou flew back to Song Yucheng's shoulders with a high spirit, and rubbed his head against Song Yucheng's head, feeling that he was badly damaged.
However, the black-haired milk cat, who was lying in Song Yucheng's arms at the moment, glanced lazily at it, feeling that this silly bird was simply stupid.
Regardless of the cat and the bird competing for each other without traces, Yang Qing, who was watching next to him, was a little worried, and couldn’t help but ask the herald officer next to him,
Doesn’t it matter if our grandfather has done that Zhizhou directly? Someone."
"Nobody is useless." The herald soldiers who had brought him in before were not anxious. He also begged him to see the song written in Song Yucheng's hand. Yang Qing didn't dare at first, and later Song Yucheng didn't mind.
But just by looking at it, I was almost unhappy. Song Yucheng's writing is also called a break? Even if he is such a big boss, he can understand what is written.
Just look at the twisted writing on the show, "Uncle Uncle, I have a message to tell you. The Zhizhou you sent to the Qinian School was a dog officer, and he did a lot of bastards, so Qinian was angry, Just cut it. Later you will find a reliable delivery. It is best to be a kung fu general, the scholar is thin, he can’t eat a few meals, I am afraid that he will starve to death before he arrives in Rongcheng!"
"Poof." This is too straightforward, but it's true. Isn't Rongcheng Zhizhou a dog official?
Yang Qing's smile at the corner of her lips couldn't help but say, but she had a lot of affection for Song Yucheng.
Yang Qing could see that although Song Yucheng was arrogant, his identity was fully worthy. What makes him more admirable is that he is dedicated to the people and is a good king.
They Rongcheng was completely saved this time.

However, Yang Qing's heart was in his stomach. At this time, outside the Zhizhou Mansion, the ordinary people were about to be scared to death.
This Rongcheng Zhizhou has been in charge for ten years, and it is the emperor of Rongcheng. They have always been helpless, and they have no way to seek a petition. Now, however, Song Yucheng had just been here for a long time, so he beat this Zhizhou like a pig's head.
For a time, everyone couldn't help but gather to see the excitement, but they were a little afraid of knowing revenge after Zhizhou escaped.
The heralding soldiers who came out of the law enforcement office naturally understood the concerns on their faces and raised the voice: "Dear folks, our county prince said, Rongcheng Zhizhou, greedy for vain, and lost all conscience. According to military law, it should have been cut immediately. This dog officer. But he can't let him die unclearly!"
"So now, you can tell what you have wronged. Our brothers in the Military Law Department can record it and report it back to the emperor."
"Really? Can you report it to the emperor?"
"How is it possible, that Rongcheng Zhizhou is General Huo's younger brother-in-law's youngest uncle. Now that he has been caught, he may be given back if he turns around."
"What about then? I don't care anymore! I will live like this, and sooner or later I will die. I don't know what this Rongjun King's idea is, but I really can't help it." Many people talked in a small voice. However, one of the young men who had been in a grudge against Zhizhou stood up first.
"Junior! There is injustice in the small one."
"You said!"
"My sister looks beautiful and was taken by the dog officer forcibly. My sister didn't want it and wanted to resist. The dog officer... directly killed her! He also stripped off his clothes and took the body. Throw it on the street."
"My poor sister! I can't live in peace even if I die!" When talking about the past, the young man cried, and he began to cry, staring at Zhizhou's eyes, almost bloodshed with hatred.
And when he headed like this, there were people behind him who couldn't hold back.
"Sir, my wife also wants to be fair." The woman in her early sixties seemed to be so angry that her hands and feet were trembling.
"Mother-in-law, you speak slowly." The herald quickly helped. But after listening to the woman's experience, he kicked Zhizhou with anger and fiercely.
"brute!"
Who would have thought that this Zhizhou forcefully snatched the only cow in the old lady's house for a bite of beef. Later, because of the lack of this cow, the old woman's land did not catch up with the spring tillage. The old woman's husband starved to death that winter.
Where to eat cattle, clearly eat human life! Drinking human blood.
The old woman was crying, and the heart of the herald soldier also became more and more mixed. And more and more folks in the back said the accusation made him more angry.
By the time Song Yucheng went out, the messenger had written dozens of pages. And after reading Song Yucheng, he also hated a whip to Zhizhou's face.
"Just like a dog officer, I want you to lose your ten heads!"
It is said that ten years of Qingzhifu, one hundred thousand snowflake silver. But we can know that in Rongcheng's extremely poor land, the property of convergence is more than 100,000. It is self-evident where the money came from.
The hundreds of lives involved in these dozens of papers are all sins he created.
"Sovereign Lord, the little convicted, the little convicted, you let go of the little, and you dare not dare."
"I let you go? Did you miss the people in this city?" Photographing the convicted paper on the face of Zhizhou, Song Yucheng's voice became cold, " Have you ever counted, how many lives have you killed and how many families have you ruined in the past ten years? You eat smooth and slippery, and there are beautiful girls in the yard, all the old and young in the city, but they even eat Can’t eat enough. What’s more, even survival is a problem.

"Now, you have a face and beg me for mercy. I would like to ask the old folks of Rongcheng, are you willing to let go of this dog officer?"
"Don't let go! The feud of killing sisters is not Daitian!"
"Yes! Kill him! Since the dog officer came, we haven't even eaten enough food."
"My husband died of starvation last year, and the Ming Dynasty sent food, but he bought it at a high price. For such a conscience, it is not enough to die ten thousand times!"
"kill him!"
"Slaughter the dog officer!"
The hatred of a person may make people tremble, but when the hatred of tens of thousands of people gathers, it is enough to scare people to death.
In the past ten years, Zhizhou was still in such a poor place, and it could even be mixed up to this point. Even cats and dogs hated it, and the public even wanted him to die. It can be seen how wicked this state is.
"Slaught on the spot!" Song Yucheng ordered coldly, "Then hang his head on the city wall and show it to the remaining officials in the city. By the way, I will tell you what I said. What's wrong with me, Quickly roll over and ask for sin. If the Lord finds his head, he will be the next Rongcheng Zhizhou!"
"In addition, these few of you have worked hard these days, and you went from house to house to see our folks in Rongcheng. Those who lacked silver and gave food, and those who lacked food, went out from the dog's house."
"There is also a man named Qiao Jingxuan, you go with the grandpa, and the grandpa asks you something else." After all the orders were over, Song Yucheng turned and left.
Then the Military Law Department lifted the sword and the Zhizhou head fell to the ground. Almost all the surnames of the boss of Quanrong City knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Song Yucheng's departure, shouting at him: "Chivalong Rongjun Wang."
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Song Yucheng handed over to the servants to do the aftermath outside. As for now, he has other things to ask Qiao Jingxuan.
Therefore, Song Yucheng took Qiao Jingxuan back to the Zhizhou Mansion and planned to go to the study to discuss it in detail. As soon as he entered the hall, he was amused by the scene before him.
He knew completely how the black-haired milk cat wasn't seen by Zhizhou and could still be kept round. Good looks are on the one hand, and on the other hand, the petite little temperament is particularly painful.
Even those big soldiers beside him, for a while, were all surrendered by it, and in order to be able to touch Mao Mao, all kinds of favors turned around. And after seeing Song Yucheng coming back, the black-haired milk cat quickly reached out his paws and spread out the soldiers who had come to kiss him. Then he jumped off the table and ran towards Song Yucheng with his calf.
"Hug!" Bi Se's cat's eyes looked at him intently. Sweet little look, I wish people could dig it all over the world.
After being embraced by Song Yucheng, it was also very excited, squatting on Song Yucheng's shoulders with high toes, and patting his cheek while saying, "You can rest assured every year, I will cover you in the future! The mouse is afraid of me."
Quan Rongcheng's mouse is afraid of it. This can be quite overbearing. But he was only three seconds old, but he just fell off the chain as soon as he finished talking.
The black-haired milk cat originally wanted to jump on Song Yucheng's head to show his superb status. But short legs and small cats, not only did not jump up, but almost fell. If it wasn't for Song Yucheng to respond quickly, catch it. It is estimated that he will roll to the ground directly.
Lost, lost cat! Still in front of so many stupid human beings.
The black-haired milk cat suddenly froze, buried his head in Song Yucheng's arms, and felt that he was in love. It takes a hundred years a year, no, 10,000 kisses to piece together the broken glass heart.
Song Yucheng was amused by it, and the smile in his eyes never disappeared. Even if there was something serious in a while, I didn't put it down, but went to the study together.
But just a few words with Qiao Jingxuan, the pleasant atmosphere suddenly changed.
"What did you say?" Song Yucheng narrowed his eyes and showed his murderous power. Qiao Jingxuan forced him to sink to his knees, but he boldly replied, "Yeah, our soldiers in Rongcheng haven't been in the past three years. Get the soldiers' rates! Even the supplies are not worth it."
"If you don't believe it, your subordinates are willing to lead the way to Daying."
"Okay, go now!" Song Yucheng frowned, put the milk cat down, and whistled and called Hai Dongqing to follow. Then he went to Daying under the leadership of Qiao Jingxuan.
Song Yucheng really didn't expect that the soldiers of Rongcheng could suffer to such a degree. Without the pay, even the grain and grass are grown by themselves. The most terrifying thing is that there are starving veterans in the barracks. If it weren't for Qiao Jingxuan to have some medical skills, I'm afraid there might be more deaths.
Where is the barracks? It’s a refugee place!
However, the situation is so serious, not to mention that he did not even know the emperor of the dynasty. As for the mentally retarded officials of the Hube Ministry, they were completely blindfolded.
But after waiting for the barracks, watching the devastation, Song Yucheng's distress and intolerance grew stronger.
If we say that the life of civilians in Rongcheng is like a beggar. The soldiers in Rongcheng are not as good as beggars.
"This shouldn't be the case. The imperial court sends soldiers' rates according to the conventions every year. Rong Cheng has a clear example, why can't it be implemented in the end?" Song Yucheng asked a question that he knew, but Qiao Jingxuan gave the answer respectfully.
"It can be implemented, but in Jiucheng, he was detained."
"What is the reason?"
"General Huo Yinshan, the general guarding the city, is the supreme commander of this film. He said that we are small in Rongcheng and have no wars. So much money is wasted. We need to take training. It was only a small amount at the beginning. No. Yang Qing and they went out to rob, and there was no way to do it. It was really impossible to open the pot in the camp." Qiao Jingxuan said, his eyes turned red.
Because just a week ago, a veteran was starved to death. The same is all soldiers, those people in Jicheng take their soldiers' grain and grass to have fun, but on their side, they can't wait to put the grass root bark in the pot and cook together. Where is this life?
Song Yucheng sighed, barely suppressing his anger. Then he called his messenger again and whispered something to him. Then he released Hai Dongqing, and patted Qiao Jingxuan's shoulder to comfort: "Don't feel bad, Ye Ming'er will take you to ask for money!"
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