Fang Yixin walked up to Chu Feng and hit the finger that Chu Feng extended.
Hearing a gust of wind, Chu Feng subconsciously retracted his arm, and then looked at Fang Yixin angrily: "What are you doing?"
Fang Yixin was calm: "Nothing else, I just think I can't stand you. If you have anything to say, just say it. Why do you imitate other people's excuses?"
Chu Feng sneered: "We already know the secret of this prefect. He even sent out elite soldiers at any cost. Why should he let us go again?"
"As for my original plan, I wanted to take away his silver, and then expose the situation here to the person behind him." Chu Feng said with a smirk in his tone: "You said, raise it
The slave suddenly wants to become the master, what will the original master think?"
Fang Yixin was still a little skeptical: "You saw it early, I don't believe it."
"Then change your name to Fang Buxin!" Chu Feng's tone became even more dissatisfied.
Commander Yang suddenly spoke, ending the bickering between the two: "It's almost time, we should enter Qinghe Mansion."
If it is postponed any longer, we don’t know what changes will happen.
Returning to Qinghe Mansion again, Chu Feng felt that a lot had changed here.
"I remember it was quite prosperous here, but now it looks shabby." Chu Feng said with a slight regret in his tone.
The prefect led a group of elite soldiers to surround them, while in the distance were people watching the excitement.
Looking at the monster standing aside, carrying a wooden box and wreaking havoc, a hint of timidity flashed in the prefect's eyes.
And he happened to hear Chu Feng's words at Shunfeng Mouth, and instantly he felt an uncontrollable anger, radiating from the inside out: "What is your purpose?"
Chu Feng clicked his tongue and marveled: "Isn't this the Iron Rooster Magistrate? I just wanted to ask you to borrow some money, but you didn't give it. Now it seems like the loss is huge, right?"
Seeing the mocking look on Chu Feng's face, the prefect clenched and closed his fists.
He is not afraid of Chu Feng and others, he is just a little worried about those monsters whose combat power seems to be a bit off the charts.
At this moment, a person suddenly came to the prefect and whispered: "Master prefect, why do I feel that those monsters look so familiar?"
Because they were trapped in a wooden box, they had preconceived ideas about the news brought back by the soldiers.
In addition, the scene was badly damaged, and the prefect did send out many people, but no results were seen.
For a while, he was put on the spot.
Now that I finally calmed down, I discovered the clues.
First of all, there are the extremely terrifying monsters described. They look like cows trapped in wooden boxes.
Chu Feng heard their discussion and couldn't help laughing: "My Niu Niu is so cute, but you call him a monster. Don't you have some fear of cows?"
Seeing Chu Feng's teasing look, the prefect's face became increasingly ugly.
But he recovered quickly.
Unknown things are always scary, but even if they now know that the thing in the wooden box is a cow, they still have no way to subdue it.
We can only pretend not to see it and let these mad cows continue to destroy.
Chu Feng stood in front of everyone and spoke righteously: "I will now start a trial on your behalf on behalf of the Emperor."
After hearing Chu Feng's words, the prefect's expression became even weirder: "Do you know what it is to pretend to be an imperial envoy?"
What Chu Feng said next made the prefect even more confused.
The punishment requires that the prefect be tried at Caishikou and voted by the people of the city.
The prefect was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chu Feng with a strange expression: "Are you sure?"
This is Qinghe Mansion, his territory.
Although Chu Feng's body was covered with a layer of imperial power, as long as he dealt with it properly, the prefect was still confident that he could suppress Chu Feng's fierceness.
Now Chu Feng is even more shameless in saying that the people will vote, which makes the prefect feel that the matter is stable even more.
Because he felt that the matter was safe, the prefect did not hesitate and had a table set up at the market entrance.
Fang Yixin suddenly pulled Chu Feng: "Xiao Chunzi, are you okay?"
Hearing these somewhat profound words, Chu Feng was speechless: "If you don't believe me, why don't we make a bet? If I can solve this matter, you can go back to the palace and serve the emperor."
"How about it? Do you dare?"
Fang Yixin's mouth twitched: "I have no interest in betting with you."
Seeing this scene, Chu Feng walked forward and taunted.
The prefect in the distance was full of doubts: "Is it possible that he is really an imperial envoy?"
But he soon saw the crowd gathered around Caishikou, and the prefect's eyes were fierce: "Whether you are an imperial envoy or not, you must die here today."
Looking at the guillotine shining coldly in the sun, a flash of confidence flashed in the prefect's eyes.
Chu Feng didn't know the prefect's plan, but he was also curious now: "What measures have you prepared?"
As a result, no one responded to him.
Chu Feng didn't care. He straightened his clothes and then strode to the stage: "Prefect of Qinghe Prefecture, do you know your guilt?"
The prefect smiled understandingly: "My lord, since you said you are an imperial envoy, I would like to ask you, what year are you an official and what position do you hold? And what year was I a Jinshi, and when was I transferred to Qinghe Prefecture?
?”
Chu Feng was speechless: "I am here to judge you on behalf of the emperor, so why should I answer these stupid questions of yours? I only ask you whether you know your guilt."
Chu Feng raised his fingers to the sky, his expression unruly.
After the magistrate heard this, he looked at Chu Feng carefully.
It can be seen that Chu Feng's aura is empty, and he does not have the sour and rotten aura that is unique to literati.
Although he has a unique temperament, especially an indescribable self-confidence, the prefect is still sure that no matter who the imperial envoy is, he should not be like this.
As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the people in the audience were speechless.
It's obvious that they don't believe Chu Feng.
The prefect looked at Chu Feng mockingly: "If you can provide evidence to prove your identity as an imperial envoy, then I will plead guilty."
Chu Feng thought for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed to the sky: "The Emperor said that on this trip, I have to hide my identity, but I have the ability to eliminate evil on behalf of heaven. You wait until three quarters of noon, and a miracle will come from heaven."
Chu Feng's words caused an uproar among the people present.
The prefect raised his head and looked up at the sky. Looking at the cloudless sky, he became even more arrogant.
But at this moment, Chu Feng came behind the magistrate.
Of course, the prefect also felt Chu Feng's movements, but he didn't take it seriously. He was just a little stronger than ordinary people, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
But after a loud noise, the prefect felt an unspeakable pain sweeping through his body. His body swayed and he fell to the ground. Blood overflowed from under his body, dyeing the table red and dripping to the ground.
Chu Feng stood there with a look of disdain: "That's it?"
