In the small yard, four people sat down around the stone table.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zheng Hui seemed to have returned to his days in the street patrol room, opened up his conversation and used his three tricks to talk.

First talk about how hard I worked when I was young, then point to the scars on my body and talk about the various dangers I experienced, and finally talk about the stories and jokes of Yewei.

All three of them are the same as before, and they still call themselves Team Zheng.

Han Anbo never drank alcohol. Even if Zheng Hui was talking nonsense, he would not drink a sip. No matter how much Zheng Hui was hurt, he would smile.

Li Qingxian had originally left time for his return home, but Zheng Hui was so excited that he refused to leave, and he drank until late at night.

Zheng Hui's dantian was destroyed, and his body was in a state of mind. He was particularly excited. He squinted his eyes from noon to night, but he was not drunk.

In the end, I couldn't drink anymore and started to get drunk again.

First, he said that the people in the world were suffering, then scolded the court for being full of treacherous ministers, and finally praised the emperor as a wise monarch of the ages and the emperor as a wise and wise emperor.

When Zheng Hui was so drunk that he couldn't even speak clearly, Li Qingxian carried Zheng Hui to the bed and asked him to rest.

When he stepped out of the room, Li Qingxian heard Zheng Hui vomiting alcohol and chanting in a confused manner: "The emperor is wise, the emperor is wise..."

Passing by the stove in the main hall, Li Qingxian, who was slightly drunk, took out five hundred taels of silver notes, put them in a bowl, and then left the Zheng family with Han Anbo and Yu Ping.

The three of them sat in the carriage, swaying, Li Qingxian and Yu Ping were dizzy.

Li Qingxian lifted the curtains, breathed the fresh air, looked up and saw the galaxy in the sky, shining brightly, shining on the capital of God.

The evening breeze blew on his face, and Li Qingxian was a little awake.

"I feel relieved when Team Zheng's spirit is still there." Li Qingxian looked out the window and said.

Han Anbo looked at his slightly oily face under the moonlight and said, "Brother Zheng is open-minded, so you don't have to worry. If you come this time, he will be able to cheer up. Then I'll find him an errand and get busy.

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"Yes, it's good to be busy, people always have a chance."

"Yes, everyone must have a chance."

"I seem to have no other chance except being a life wizard." Li Qingxian looked at the galaxy outside the window in a daze.

"I have a chance. If I eat it for a lifetime, it will be my chance, hehe..." Yu Ping, who was blushing, smiled.

"Brother Han, what is your success?" Li Qingxian asked.

"Me? Live well and live your life safely." Han Anbo smiled.

Li Qingxian was drunk and said, "I suddenly realized that what is the difference between living this life and living in a strange village? There is no difference."

Han Anbo stared at Li Qingxian and said slowly: "If you live, as long as you live, it is possible. Only by living first can you talk about other things."

"Yes, you have to survive first. If you live, you may have a chance..." Li Qingxian said.

The car was quiet.

When they returned to the street patrol room, the three of them fell asleep.

It was already midday, and Li Qingxian and Yu Ping got up in a daze. Han Anbo prepared the sobering soup and let the two drink it.

Li Qingxian washed his face, and Han Anbo whispered: "Tang Enxuan sent someone to wait at the side door and said he wanted to see you."

"oh?"

"Pretty wearing white clothes." Han Anbo said.

Li Qingxian nodded and said, "Let's go, let's see what he wants to do first?"

Li Qingxian put on his clothes and walked slowly out, thinking about the plan that he had thought of when he opened a winery was getting clearer.

"Brother Han, are you sure they will do it when Uncle Zhou is away?" Li Qingxian asked.

"I dare not say it's certain, I can only say that nine out of ten are."

"Okay, I'll make up for that!"

Han Anbo said in shock: "What are you going to do?"

"I can't keep getting beaten. When it's time to fight back, fight back decisively!"

"But..." Han Anbo stared at Li Qingxian.

"The worst result is to escape from the gods. If I don't fight, I will not be willing to give up." Li Qingxian said.

Han Anbo said helplessly: "It's good that you know what you know. If you have Master Zhou's care, you can't go far away. After leaving the capital of God, Tang Enxuan can't do anything to you."

After leaving the side door of Yewei, a gray carriage was parked outside. An old man in blue and green brocade clothes with pine and crane patterns stood beside the carriage, with a straight body and a strong spirit. When he saw Han Anbo, he hurriedly looked at Li Qingxian.

The old man looked up and down, quickly came, put his waist slightly, bowed and said, "Yue Feng, the manager of the Xiayuan Palace, is this Lord Li Qingxian and Lord Li?"

Li Qingxian swept over this man, his eyes were full of energy, his steps were steady, and his hands were rough. He was obviously a martial artist. He could be a manager in the royal palace, and he was at least a seventh-grade martial artist.

"Manager Yue is polite. I'm here to go to Li Qingxian. I wonder what it costs to do?" Li Qingxian said with a smile.

Yue Feng took out a red paper invitation from his sleeve, bent down and handed it out with his hands, and smiled and said, "This is the handwritten invitation of our prince. I invite you to go to Changhui Pavilion tonight."

Li Qingxian took it with a smile and said, "But there is a sign in the royal palace, please take it to me and take it."

Yue Feng immediately took off the waist sign around his waist and handed it on both hands. The wooden waist sign read "Ling" on one side and "Yuan" on the other side.

Li Qingxian took it and looked at it. With a move of his hand, the waist card disappeared and entered the Qiankun bracelet.

Yue Feng looked confused.

Li Qingxian said aloud: "You are lying in front of the Yewei Yamen. Are there no one in the Yewei that night? Yu Ping, blow the whistle and catch the liar!"

Yu Ping grabbed the whistle and blew it.

"Dudu..." New

Yue Feng's face turned dark and he took a step back half a step back. Two strong men behind the carriage stood behind him quickly.

The Yewei who was guarding the gate ran over, Li Qingxian pointed at Yue Feng and said, "This man pretended to be in charge of the Yuan Palace and actually tricked him into the Yewei Yamen. He also asked the Yewei brothers to arrest him in the imperial prison and interrogate him strictly."

"You..." Yue Feng glanced at Ye Wei and did not dare to move.

"Sir, should I ask again about this?" A night guard at the gate saw the problem vaguely.

Li Qingxian said: "Then I won't bother this brother. Mr. Yue, come with us, you know the consequences of resisting arrest on Yewei Street."

Yue Feng glanced at the black wall of the Yewei Yamen, snorted coldly, and said, "Mr. Li, you must be clear about what you are doing!"

"What am I doing? There is no prince at all, there is only a broken general of the auxiliary country. What are you not a liar? Let's go, don't force me to draw my sword."

"Very good! I've been in the imperial prison, and it will be difficult for me to come out again!" Yue Feng stared at Li Qingxian's eyes.

"Then you stay for a few more days. Put down your weapons, otherwise you will kill them!" Li Qingxian shouted coldly.

Yue Feng had a dark face, took out the short sword from his waist and boots, and threw it on the ground. The two guards also threw the sword on the ground, looking at Li Qingxian coldly.

Yu Ping stepped forward and grabbed his weapon.

Li Qingxian smiled and said, "The three of you are very cognitive, so I won't be shackles anymore. Come with me to the imperial prison."

Li Qingxian walked to the imperial prison, and the three of them followed the Yuan Palace, Han Anbo and Yu Ping drew their swords and walked behind the three of them.

When he arrived at the imperial prison, Li Qingxian looked for Fan Xing, sealed the three of them in dantian, and locked them in different prison cells.

Keep Yue Feng away, Li Qingxian turned around and left, Yue Feng said coldly: "You are just a patrol street room, and you are only responsible for arresting, detention and interrogation. You are not allowed. Even if you arrest us, it will be useless. Young man, I
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