Jiang Mingyu fell heavily on the cold and hard stone floor of the county government office. He felt an unbearable dull pain in his chest, and his internal organs seemed to be shaken and overturned by the sudden heavy kick.

He struggled weakly and tried to get up. At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. Jiang Mingyu felt happy and wanted to shout excitedly, but the next second, a cold sword edge touched him.

At the throat, a delicate yet chilling female voice sounded in my ears: "Shut up."

Jiang Mingyu shuddered instantly and broke out in cold sweat. He hurriedly stopped the second half of his sentence, like a dumb duck whose neck was strangled, and could only make a whimpering sound.

He carefully followed the edge of the sword and slowly raised his head. What caught his eye was a snow-white jade hand. The way he held the sword was gentle, but his sword moves were extremely sharp. Above that, there was a face of national beauty - a man who was shocked.

The stunning beauty of the heavenly being stood before him.

This woman with bright eyes and white teeth, pink makeup and long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her skin was white and rosy, and she was charming.

With a pair of bright eyes, a small nose, a delicate cherry mouth, a slender white neck, and a soft waist, she is like a fairy descending from heaven. She is a completely natural beauty with national beauty and heavenly fragrance.

Seeing her fairy-like appearance like Chang'e, Jiang Mingyu was a little crazy. Even Liu Yifei, who was standing aside, looked inferior to her.

It's just that the beauty's eyes are full of cold murderous intent, arrogant and indifferent, just like the cold wind outside the window, which makes people dare not look directly at her.

Seeing Jiang Mingyu staring straight at her, the beauty frowned slightly, raised her jade hand slightly, and the sword edge grazed Jiang Mingyu's cheek and neck, leaving a trail of blood.

Her red lips were slightly open, a cold light appeared in her phoenix eyes, and she said word by word: "You are a disciple, and you will never change your nature!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the long sword in her hand pierced Jiang Mingyu's throat like a silver snake spitting a message.

Jiang Mingyu only felt a chill in his heart. This sword was coming fiercely, fast and accurately. He had no power to parry. This sword might kill him.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Liu Yifei, who was standing aside, suddenly came to her senses, feeling panicked in her heart.

She subconsciously shouted: "Stop!" This almost begging cry finally made the beauty hold back the fatal sword at the critical moment, and Jiang Mingyu temporarily escaped from danger.

The beauty frowned, slowly retracted the long sword, and looked at Liu Yifei doubtfully, as if asking why she wanted to stop her.

Liu Yifei looked her up and down, her cheeks suddenly turned red, the fire of hope rekindled in her eyes, and she shouted excitedly: "Chu Ran, are you Chu Ran?"

She was so excited that she was shaking all over, tears welling up in her eyes, as if she was reunited with a close friend she hadn't seen for many years.

Chu Ran and Jiang Mingyu, who almost killed Huang Quang'ang, were stunned: "Liu Yifei actually knows this tigress, what's going on?"

Chu Ran turned her head and looked at Liu Yifei, the corner of her mouth also raised a slight arc, and finally smiled slightly: "Yes, it's me. Yifei, you still remember me."

"Yifei, who is this disciple? How dare you be so rude?" She looked at Jiang Mingyu again, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and there was a hint of murderous intent in her words.

Liu Yifei hurriedly took a few steps forward, gently held Chu Ran's arm holding the sword, and advised softly: "Chu Ran, don't be impulsive. He is the new imperial envoy Jiang Mingyu, and you must not lose your etiquette."

The woman named Chu Ran glanced at Jiang Mingyu who was still lying on the ground in surprise: "Are you the new imperial envoy?"

Jiang Mingyu, who was beaten inexplicably and almost died, looked quite unhappy: "Why, it doesn't look like that? What do you think an imperial envoy should look like?"

Chu Ran, who was caught by Liu Yifei's wrist, snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "Shang Mu is really unlucky to have such a wretched imperial envoy. How could a serious imperial envoy have such evil thoughts towards Yifei?"

Jiang Mingyu secretly thought, might this tigress also have a crush on Liu Yifei?

Hearing the word "wretched", Liu Yifei blushed with embarrassment and quickly explained: "Chu Ran, you have misunderstood him. Mr. Jiang is an upright man and a good official who has won the hearts of the people. He will never be as good as you said."

Indiscretion, please put away your sword."

Liu Yifei pulled Jiang Mingyu up again and explained to Chu Ran the situation of reciting the poem just now in detail, saying that the meaning of the poem was purely his own hand and Jiang Mingyu had no evil intentions.

After hearing this, Chu Ran still looked impatient, but for the sake of Liu Yifei's face, she could only reluctantly "hum" in her heart, put the long sword back into its sheath, stood aside and said nothing, but stared at her from time to time.

Looking at Jiang Mingyu, he seemed to want to eat him alive.

Liu Yifei noticed that the atmosphere between the two was serious, so she could only introduce with a smile: "Master Jiang, this is my childhood friend Wang Churan.

A few years ago, she became a disciple of a female sword master from the Tianshan Mountains and has been training her internal strength in the mountains. Now her martial arts skills are unparalleled and she is a female hero who cannot be underestimated."

Jiang Mingyu frowned and touched the shoe prints on his chest, and said sarcastically: "I have learned her martial arts just now. She is indeed very powerful. Her attacks are ruthless. She is simply a cruel and bloodthirsty female devil."

Liu Yifei laughed twice and said with some embarrassment: "It's all my fault for causing this inexplicable misunderstanding to you, sir. I apologize to you on behalf of Chu Ran. Please don't mind me."

Unexpectedly, Wang Churan did not have the consciousness to admit her mistake at all. She said unabashedly: "You deserve to be a disciple."

The other party was Liu Yifei's friend, so Jiang Mingyu couldn't say much, so he just muttered in a low voice: "Tigress."

Wang Churan was anxious at that time: "Guan Gu, what did you say?"

As she spoke, she put her hand on the hilt of Gang's sheath dagger again.

Seeing that there might be blood again, Liu Yifei quickly smiled at Jiang Mingyu: "Master Jiang, you are busy, so we were disturbed."

"I'll visit you again another day, sir. I'll take my leave. I'll take my leave."

She took Wang Churan's hand again and said in a somewhat admonishing tone: "You are too impulsive, why don't you leave quickly."

Although Wang Churan had a hot temper, she still listened to Liu Yifei's words. She glared at Jiang Mingyu fiercely, her eyes full of contempt and disdain, and then she turned and left with Liu Yifei angrily.

As the two of them walked, Liu Yifei asked softly: "Chu Ran, when did you come back quietly? You didn't even tell me. I thought you were practicing hard in the mountains and forests behind closed doors."

Wang Churan seemed to smile: "Shang Mu, who just arrived early this morning, heard from his uncle that he was at the county government office, so I came here."

Liu Yifei glanced at the guards around her curiously and asked doubtfully: "Then how did you come in quietly? None of the guards seemed to have noticed you."

This time Chu Ran really laughed out loud, with some disdain: "How can these incompetent guards want to discover my whereabouts? It's simply a fantasy. If they could see my traces, I would never know where I am.

Practicing Qing Gong behind closed doors will be in vain."

The two of them drifted away and soon disappeared at the end of the long corridor.

Jiang Mingyu's face became increasingly ugly. He punched the ground with his fist in annoyance, cursing the tigress in his heart for being arrogant.

What made him angry was not the beating, but Chu Ran's last indifferent words.

This county government office is garrisoned by more than a dozen warriors with extraordinary skills, making it an indestructible state capital for ordinary people.

But if they encounter top experts like Tuxlow and Chu Ran, these immature guards may be as vulnerable as paper.

Jiang Mingyu thought to himself that if King Qi or Huang Chaoran spent a lot of money to hire skilled Jianghu people, his life as a newly appointed magistrate might be in danger at any time.

He must train these people to suppress bandits as soon as possible and hone their skills and adaptability through diligent training to ensure the safety of himself and the county government.

In the only inn in Shangmucheng, Tang Chengan sat in front of a round mahogany table in the corner of the room, looking out the window with a stern face.

From the window, you can see the endless flow of pedestrians and the noisy market.

At this time, there were two gentle knocks at the door. Tang Chengan's eyes moved and he whispered: "Come in."

I saw a middle-aged man in coarse cloth sneaking open the door and walking in. He looked around lightly, then bowed hastily to Tang Chengan and whispered: "Sir, I

I've made inquiries everywhere as you ordered."

Tang Chengan nodded expressionlessly, beckoning him to sit down and talk.

The man looked outside the door again, then quietly sat down opposite Tang Chengan, looking around nervously.

"Jiang Mingyu has recently recruited soldiers and horses outside the city. He has gathered 40,000 to 50,000 people and is currently conducting drills in the city defense camp day and night."

He lowered his voice and said quickly, "The shouts of killing are endless in the camp, and they are increasing every day. Everyone in the city has known about this for a long time, but everyone is afraid of the power of Jiang Mingyu and Wang Zhe and dare not tell it.

That’s all.”

Tang Cheng'an pondered for a moment, frowned, and said coldly: "Jiang Mingyu is very courageous to openly gather troops to rebel like this. He is new here, so he definitely doesn't have the strength. Seeing how confident he is, I'm afraid the king

Old man Zhena secretly helped him, and the two colluded to rebel!"

Having said this, Tang Chengan stood up suddenly and paced back and forth in the room. His back was straight, his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen a scene where victory was within his grasp.

"Let's go, take me to see for myself. Once the evidence is conclusive, I will immediately submit a letter to the rabbit."

He strode towards the door like a tiger that had been trapped in a cage for a long time and was ready to go.

"As long as we get rid of that old man Jiang Mingyu and Wang Zhe in one fell swoop, our good days will come."
Chapter completed!