"Very good, I'm just waiting for you to find an owner for them." Mo Feng said: "That golden-eyed beast is very handsome. You might as well keep one for yourself."
As soon as he said this, he felt an inexplicable coldness coming from two directions.
He glanced around. On the left was the closed door, and on the right was Xiao Ruo, who had become more familiar with him recently.
But at this moment, Xiaoruo's eyes were very unkind, as if he was about to fight.
Mu Qianyu coughed dryly and said: "There is no shortage of mounts, so these golden-eyed beasts will be kept as cavalry."
"Yes." Mo Feng was confused by this turn of events, but fortunately his mind was very stable and he quickly stopped thinking about it.
After he left, Mu Qianyu comforted him: "Okay, you two, with you here I can still be interested in that eighth-level spiritual beast."
Only then did Xiao Ruo look happy. After hearing the promise, he ran back to the room to continue practicing.
However, Di Yin, who had been in the room, walked out. He was wearing light blue silk clothes, with his black hair hanging loose, and his voluptuous face had a bit of laziness.
Mu Qianyu always felt that his aura seemed to be getting stronger again. Although he did not release his aura towards her at all, she could still feel a strong aggression.
"Yes, I come out to bask in the sun from time to time. Come and drink tea." Mu Qianyu smiled at him and motioned for him to sit opposite.
Di Yin seemed to ignore the direction indicated by her hand, sat directly beside her, looked at her and asked: "I always hear people talking about you being in danger, is it true?"
"It's what they think is a danger. It doesn't matter." Mu Qianyu curled his lips and comforted him: "Don't worry, I will ask you for help if there is really danger."
"Yes." When Di Yin heard this assurance, a little smile appeared in his usually cold eyes.
He just wants to protect his little woman.
Mu Qianyu resisted the urge to reach out and rub his head. His face looked like that of a clear young man, and he was really cute when he always smiled.
The next day, even though they were extremely vigilant, the bandits in Duoya Mountain were captured en masse. There was nothing they could do, Mo Feng was too strong.
When Governor Li got the news, he overturned his new table again and cursed: "Asshole, how dare she?"
Mrs. Li was very worried these days because her brother was in jail. When she saw this, she asked: "Master, are you sure about the punishment department? Is there any possibility of a lighter sentence in Chang Sheng's case?"
"I don't know yet, I'm also waiting for news." Governor Li said irritably, "It's all because of your incompetent brother. You have to leave evidence to kill someone. It's really not enough to succeed, but more than enough to expose."
"You can't blame him for this. He makes so much money for us every year. It's hard work without any credit."
"Huh, with me here, even a pig can make money." Governor Li still vented his anger on Wang Changsheng.
Mrs. Li did not dare to say more, so she could only say: "Master, I heard that Chang Sheng's property has been confiscated, and the official documents from the Ministry of Punishments have not yet been issued. How dare she, a small prefect, act rashly?"
"Hmph, just wait, I'll have her spit it out for me sooner or later." Governor Li snorted coldly.
Mrs. Li felt a little more confident after hearing her husband's words, and quickly comforted Governor Li softly.
Mo Feng and others did it at night. The bandits on Black Wind Mountain were extremely excited today. After so many days of farming, they could finally have a hearty battle.
Especially when I thought of the envious and jealous eyes of my companions, I felt particularly happy. It seemed that labor could still pay off, so they all secretly decided to work harder when they went back!
It will be them who attack next time.
Seventy or eighty bandits on Cliff Mountain were captured alive, and now they are all imprisoned on Black Wind Mountain, waiting for the matter to be settled before they can be released.
It took a month for the official documents of Wang Changsheng's trial to come back and forth. During this time, the shops and stalls in Anping Mansion returned to their original order, and people no longer had to buy high-priced goods.
In addition to the ongoing land reclamation, the repair of the city wall has also begun. Mu Qianyu is now wealthy and has ordered the use of high-quality materials to build a strong city wall that can withstand the tide of beasts.
But people still feel that this is a useless effort. Those ferocious beasts are too terrifying. Let alone such adobe walls, even those made of fine iron are useless.
Mu Qianyu was not idle either. It was a rare practice for her to wake up early and go to bed late. The reason was for no other reason than that she had promised her daughter to work hard with her.
Cultivation may be as difficult as climbing to the sky for others, but for Mu Qianyu, it is no more difficult than eating and drinking. In just one month, he has cultivated from the early stage of spiritual being to the middle stage of spiritual being.
Of course, this is also inseparable from the daily spiritual power supply of the weapon spirit, but even so, her cultivation speed is enough to make people collapse.
In the past month, Anping Prefecture has also undergone earth-shaking changes. All the wasteland has been plowed through, and the commercial market has achieved self-supply and prosperity through self-regulation.
Moreover, some people who had fled to neighboring counties because they could no longer survive heard that Mr. Qingtian had arrived in Anping Prefecture, and they rushed back to reunite with the elderly at home, where they exchanged heart-to-hearts.
The happiest people are none other than the people of Anping Prefecture, because everything is developing in a good direction.
At noon that day, Mu Qianyu was meditating in his room. Master Qian's voice came from outside the door: "Sir, the news from Beijing is here."
Mu Qianyu's body had wide meridians, strong explosive power and quick recovery. He opened his eyes in an instant and asked lazily: "What did you write?"
"I don't dare to read randomly." Master Qian's voice came. There was a slight tremor in his voice, and he could hear that he was a little nervous.
"What are you afraid of? I'll come." Mu Qianyu waved, the door opened, and the envelope with the paint on it came into her hands.
She tore it open with her hands and saw the sonorous words on the fold, which read: "There is insufficient evidence. If there is no other evidence, we will acquit you and return the family property."
"The handwriting is pretty good." She stretched out her hand to trace the words as she spoke, wondering when she would be able to write such words.
Master Qian had already seen that line of writing, and immediately shook his hands and said: "Sir, they really did something."
"It's not surprising that they don't recognize the fingerprints." Mu Qianyu casually put the folder aside and said, "Since there is insufficient evidence, we will continue the investigation. I will definitely investigate until he pleads guilty and is brought to justice."
Master Qian felt that this man was a little blindly optimistic, so he sighed and said, "But he has been dead for so many years, what else can be found."
"Master Qian, you have to believe that justice will never be absent." Mu Qianyu stood up and stretched.
At this time, Zhao Bing, who was on duty in the front yard, trotted into the yard and said, "Master Futai, Lord Tongpan of Jiangning Prefecture has arrived and is waiting in the front hall."
"It came quickly enough." Mu Qianyu narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Master Qian: "Is it the general magistrate in the state or the official of this official?"