The best restaurant in Sui'an City is called "Linjiangxian". On this day, this restaurant was red enveloped by the prefect's beloved son Sheng Qing.

"Stop the sedan."

A pink and gold-painted sedan stopped, He Xiping lifted the curtain and walked out with a jade fracture fan. As soon as he looked up, he looked at a loft built next to the river.

The pavilion is made of jade and its magnificent place is endless. The plaque is engraved with a line of words "Linjiangxian". The handwriting is ancient and dark, and it is a long time.

"This guy Sheng Qinghong is used to eating rice without knowing the price of rice. He is so luxurious. This 'Linjiangxian' can earn at least hundreds of taels of silver a day. He really doesn't regard money as money..."

He Xiping secretly slandered himself, but did not stop.

He walked straight and walked towards the restaurant.

Outside the main entrance of the restaurant were several men of the city yamen holding water and fire sticks standing in front of the gate.

Seeing this scene, He Xiping couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

"The toll from the prefecture and government office came to guard the gate for the son of the prefect, and was not a servant in the family. Such a noble public use of private goods and stealing the country's treason, this young master Sheng is really arrogant..."

He also knew how ridiculous this matter was, but who made him the son of the prefect Sheng Qingzhi?

Sheng Qingzhi held the position of prefect, had a great family and a large family and a large number of wives and concubines. The only regret in his life was that his sons and daughters died one after another.

There is a rumor among the people that a prime minister had seen the prime minister for prefect Sheng, saying that his face was not good. If he accumulated good deeds, he could protect his descendants and gain more descendants.

Prefect Sheng immediately changed his expression, with a blue face, and said, "Then I will show you a picture, your face is not good, your eyebrows are broken from the middle, this is a dead look."

The master of the subject shook his head and said repeatedly, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand physiognomy. My eyebrows are not broken."

"I said it broke, it broke."

Prefect Sheng pulled out a short sword and cracked the Prime Minister's face. The Prime Minister screamed and covered his right eye with his hand. The knife waved, and even a bloody crack was cracked in his right eye and eyebrows.

A knife hit the prime minister, and the prefect Sheng was not satisfied, so he immediately ordered his subordinates.

"This man is revealed to be dead. If he is not dead at this time, when will he stay? Go and bury him for me."

After saying that, he did not allow the master to beg him and was dragged away and buried alive...

Of course, this story is just a joke circulating in the market. It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the truth, but it can also be seen from it how domineering the prefect Sheng Qingzhi, the prefect, acts, and is like the local emperor in Sui'an City.

The fact that there is no child at the knee is actually a heart disease that Sheng Qingzhi cannot suppress. Fortunately, Sheng Qing was over 50 years old and finally got a baby son, so he was naturally extremely doting.

He Xiping went up the stairs and saw Sheng Qinghong, the son of the prefect, who was thin and had cold facial features, especially his eyebrows flew into his temples and his nose was like an eagle hook, which inevitably gave people a paranoid and thin personality.

Sheng Qinghong was hugging a slim woman in red dress and talking to a few rich young men in gorgeous clothes beside him. He raised his eyes and saw He Xiping climbing this floor, he immediately laughed.

"He Xiping, you are here. Your He family courtyard is obviously close to Linjiangxian. I don't want to come later than us. Could it be that the Ruyi Niang from Sanhua Tower was so powerful that you couldn't get out of bed?"

"Young Master Sheng was joking. He was just a Ruyi Mother and was my opponent. However, that Qing Gong was really not bad, fresh and tender, and it was not in vain that I spent so much money."

He Xiping licked his lips, with a trace of aftertaste in his eyes.

Everyone present knocked on their chopsticks, clenched their high fives, and burst into laughter.

"Okay, OK, OK,"

Sheng Qinghong waved and interrupted the laughter.

"By the way, He Xiping, you have the one you mentioned last time. My father will hold his birthday in a while. Then again, the flying horse that celebrated the birthday is on the swallow..."

"Prince Sheng, please look here."

He Xiping took out a sandalwood box from his arms like a magic trick. As soon as the box was opened, a horse with a mane and a swaying hoof in the silk satin lies. The high-spirited mutton fat and beautiful jade withered.

This mutton fat jade horse is extremely exquisitely made, and there is a jade swallow under the horse's hooves. The whole body is shiny and shiny, withering and exquisite workmanship.

"Peak horse tramples on the swallow... OK!!!"

Sheng Qinghong said three times, and his eyes were extremely excited.

"This jade horse is a treasure hidden by a wealthy family in Qinglu County. My father has been thinking about this jade horse for a long time. He once offered a high price to ask him to give up his love, but the other party refused. By the way, He Xiping, what method did you use to get this jade horse."

"Haha, this is a commercial secret, so don't ask too much."

He Xiping closed the sandalwood box and handed it to Sheng Qinghong.

The son of the prefect was so happy that he got this precious jade horse. He didn't care about the beautiful girl in the red dress beside him. He took out the jade horse from the box and stretched out his hand and started rubbing it.

"Good thing, this is really a good thing. He Xiping, you are really interested this time."

There was a satisfied light deep in Sheng Qinghong's eyes. He glanced at He Xiping and said with a smile: "This matter must be a favor. If you have anything to do with Xiping in the future, I will never refuse if you can help."

At this time, he even became extremely close to He Xiping.

"Haha, why did you say this? It's just a trivial matter."

He Xiping said this and felt very satisfied. It was not easy for him to buy this "pearl horse" and the wealthy businessman in Qinglu County attached great importance to this jade, and there was a momentum of not getting into the oil and salt.

He had to spend money to hire someone to dress up as a bandit, and found a moonless night to kill all the men, women, and young men of the wealthy businessman, set fire to the wealthy businessman's house, looted all the property, and even swept away the jade withered horses and swallows.

The joints in this place naturally cannot be told by outsiders.

"Xiping, this 'Linjiangxian' recently invited a famous chef from the Chuanpu area. I heard that this chef is good at making a local famous dish called 'Red Mandarin Stew'. The fish used is the spring mandarin fish from Chuanpu River. It is said to be large in size, firm in meat, and delicious in taste. I asked someone to make it, and it will probably be out of the pot."

"Okay, I must try it."

He Xiping reached out to pick up a pair of silver fasts. At this moment, a guy at the stairs walked up with a wine jar with one hand and a dish with the other.

At this moment, his friend smashed the wine jar in his hand towards the wine table, and the dish was broken, and he shouted loudly: "Kill!"

Suddenly, he let go of the buckle at his waist, and a five-foot-6-inch Burmese iron soft knife was added to his hand.

With a "swish", the soft knife turned into a life-threatening sword and swept out, and the cold light suddenly burst out, like a tide of violent snow. When this knife attacked, three people's throats were cut off on the spot and bloody winds were squirting out.

"You...I--"

One of them was He Xiping, who was sitting on the far right. His eyes were round and his right hand pounded the throat. He could not heal from his fingers. A strange princess sound burst out between his twisted lips, and he was about to die.

A clanging sound, the man's soft knife pulled out of his sleeve hit something, and a sound of gold and iron attacking sound burst out.

It turned out that Sheng Qinghong pulled out the green steel sword from his waist and pushed out the woman in red who was holding it in his arms. In the lightning, the guy threw a haircut pill with his empty left hand, hitting the beautiful girl's eyebrows and entering.

Fortunately, this also bought some time for Sheng Qinghong. His green steel sword turned into a cold light and stormed out in a row. He fought against the Burmese Iron Sword, and his whole body was forced to take a step back due to the sword force.

Although his martial arts scholar had made a skill with family background, his whole body of skill was not weak, but when the sword cracked, the blade buzzed and trembled. He still felt that his mouth was sour and numb even though he had removed half of the sword's strength.

"Sheng Qinghong, you killed my whole family. Today I will get a blood debt from you!"
Chapter completed!