What
Burn the whip
That's a gift from the emperor!
No, no, no, no!
Ji Shuhan stood up, hurriedly bent over, his face turned blue: "King Rong, this whip was given by the emperor, it can't be burned!"
"Then the king wanted to ask, what did you do with this whip given to you?"
"This… "
The emperor didn't say that!
Looking nervous, Ji Shuhan continued: "I also ask King Rong to raise your hand. If King Rong thinks that the whip has a bloody smell, the lower official will take good care of it, but please don't burn the whip."
Demo, I like the way you beg me!
But now, Jing Rong was burning with anger, and those cold eyes were hooked on Ji Shuhan's body, very fierce.
Raising his hand, he made a decision in words: "Don't hurry up and burn it!"
Without hesitation and sympathy!
Lang Bo was very obedient, took the whip out of the hall, took out the fire stick from his waist, blew it, and pointed it towards the whip.
I don't know if Lang Bo, a rough man, wanted to tease Ji Shuhan, and the fire zhezi was placed under the whip, but he didn't order it for a long time.
It seems that he is still waiting for Jing Rong's last order!
Only heard a "dong" sound.
Ji Shuhan knelt down.
With both hands on the ground, the whole person fell down and begged wildly: "No way, Prince Rong, I beg you, but don't burn the whip, I beg you, this whip is If the emperor's reward is burned, the lower officials can't bear it, please, Prince Rong, you really can't burn it!"
Isn't it a jackal
How can I learn from the county magistrate, and have the stinking problem of kneeling.
The corners of Jing Rong's lips were slightly raised, and she took the cup of tea unhurriedly, took a small sip, and looked at Ji Shuhan, who was kneeling on the ground: "Master Ji, for a whip, you kneel down to this king, really It's not worth it, just get up."
But his body was lower, and he begged bitterly: "Please also ask King Rong not to burn this whip, otherwise, the lower officials will not be able to kneel."
Can't afford to kneel
Yep!
"Okay, then you can kneel." Jing Rong snapped his fingers to Lang Bo: "You still haven't done it yet?"
"Yes." Lang Bo responded.
The fire zhezi moved to the lower end of the whip. First, there was a few traces of blue smoke and a pungent burnt smell, and then it caught fire.
Lang Bo threw the whip on the ground at will, and the whip shrunk into a ball and was surrounded by flames.
As soon as Ji Shuhan smelled the smell, he raised his head and looked back. His precious whip was on fire, and it turned dark and dark from the original golden color.
Immediately, he squeezed his fist in pain and slammed the hammer to the ground.
my baby!
Seeing the pained expression on the old guy's face, Jing Rong seemed uneasy.
He stood up, bypassed Ji Shuhan on the ground, walked under the eaves, turned his back, and called "Master Ji".
Ji Shuhan lowered his head, looked dejected, sighed, and still replied: "The lower official is here."
"This king heard that there is a temple in Jinjiang City, and the bodhisattva enshrined in it is very effective. It seems to be called Qing'an Temple, right?"
"Yes."
"Since Mr. Ji cares so much about the things that my father gave as a reward, he must be loyal to my father, right?"
"Yes." He sighed.
Jing Rong smiled deeply again: "Very good, this king heard people say that if you go to Qing'an Temple on foot, take one step at a time, go to the temple with sincerity, and seek blessings, it will naturally be effective, right?"
"Yes." He sighed again.
Jing Rong slowly turned around and looked down at him: "Okay, my father's birthday is coming soon, then I have to trouble Master Ji, take one step at a time, go to the Qing'an Temple, and pray for my father, I must, Master Ji, Shouldn't refuse."
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone stairs, one step at a time!
Even if you walk up, you have to walk for a day, let alone knocking up.
Jing Rong, are you sure you're not a monster invited by monkeys
Ji Shuhan was really frightened, and he had not recovered from the burning of the whip. This would be a bigger blow, and his eyes were wide open.
Almost fainted.
A pale face!
Seeing that he didn't answer for a while, Jing Rong raised fire in his eyes and said in a slightly heavier tone, "What? You don't want to?"
"No, no, Xiaguan... Xiaguan is willing!"
The subordinate does not want to!
Jing Rong nodded and gave him a gentle smile: "Very good, this king will also send someone to follow you, Master Ji, so as not to miss a ladder and a knock, it would be bad."
"Thank you... Xie Rong Wang."
Ji Shuhan was shaking so hard!
This disguised surveillance is really perverted.
Jing Rong was satisfied, and the anger in his heart was slightly reduced by half.
Let you bully this king's little scholar, and let you beat this king's little Yunshu, you should really be treated!
In the end, Jing Rong took Lang Bo and left with satisfaction.
Retain Ji Shuhan, who was still kneeling on the ground with an extremely ugly face.
Who invited the Buddha
Luan'er, who witnessed the whole process, was inexplicably relieved.
The distinguished guest in the capital turned out to be Prince Rong!
Moreover, teaching the master to be like this really gave his young lady a bad breath.
So, he happily returned to Xiyuan and told Ji Yunshu the good news.
Ji Yunshu was painting and listening to Luan'er's good news, what he said was vivid and vivid!
"Miss, you didn't see it. The old man's face was blue and white for a while. That Prince Rong was really amazing. What he said and did was simply admirable."
Luan'er showed a crazy look on her face, which was really cute.
Ji Yunshu was still painting, with a calm demeanor, unaffected by Luan'er.
Until the last stroke was finished, he took the golden luan pen and washed it in the water, and put it in the sandalwood box.
Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Luan'er: "He left?"
Calm tone!
"Go, just go."
"Yep."
Ji Yunshu lightly rolled up the picture he had just finished, and tied it with a red rope.
Luan'er was puzzled: "Miss, why don't you seem interested at all? That's Prince Rong, who just taught the master a lesson."
She heard it, she heard it all, and Buyong said it a second time!
"Okay, I know what you said."
She bypassed the desk, entered the back room, and when she came out, she had already changed into men's clothes.
"Miss, where are you going?" Luan'er was extremely nervous. The injury on her back was not healed yet, so she had to stop her.
"Go to prison." Yu Luo added, "You should follow."
Luan'er couldn't help but say something, Ji Yunshu took the painting and went out, Luan'er followed.
When the two arrived outside the prison, the jailer who had received Ji Yunshu three taels of silver came up to greet him, "Mr. Ji, why are you here again?"
"Take me to see Lin Duan."
"Good."
The jailer responded without asking, and took her in.
In this prison, it was still dark and gloomy, and it was impossible to get wet.
Luan'er covered her nose with her hand and frowned, this was the first time she came in.
But Ji Yunshu's expression was light, and there was no sign of disgust.