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Chapter Nine hundred and twentieth: What kind of style

"Who is it? Come and open the door and take a look."

The gate of the military fort opened, and several officers and soldiers went out and fiddled with the beggar-like man with their feet.

"It seems like a fleeing person, hey, throw it out and don't get annoyed here."

"But look at his hand."

This person's hands are well maintained and will never be an ordinary person.

The officers and soldiers looked at each other, and one of them said, "There has been attacked by the bandits in Songjiang. It must be said that the massacre of the city has begun. Many gentry families have destroyed the sects. According to me, can it be that the young master who escaped from there?"

"Even if you want to escape, you should go to Zhenjiang."

"Don't worry, throw it out. In the past, no matter who he is, he is the King of Heaven, so what if he was the King of Heaven?"

Several people were trying to move the man away, and one of them could not help but search his body. Then someone took out a card.

"What's this……"

"Jade plaque."

"What is written on it, Lao Zhou, you can read it, come and take a look."

"Uh...Ding...District...Duan Mansion...Xu..."

Bang, the jade tablet naturally fell from the hands of the officer and soldier.

Duke Dingguo...

If others don’t know it, then everyone in the army knows it. Everyone knows that Duke Dingguo is the descendant of the King of Zhongshan. When chatting and shaking in the army, the protagonists of this story are all related to this family. Whether it is the battle of the founding country, the battle of Jingnan, or even the matter of the palace, this family is like a curse and can never be avoided.

And the most important thing is that this guy, it is said that he had already defected to the bandits, and these officers and soldiers were immediately excited. They suddenly felt that they had promoted their positions and gained their titles, and that their glory and wealth were right in front of them.

This is easy to understand. Anyone knows that this is a big fish. Now that this person has come to the door and caught such an important criminal, it is not a great achievement.

So several people gasped and said, "I'll report to the Lord Qianhu."

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The Qianhu Wang here was named Wang, but when he heard that he had taken Duke Ding, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He immediately burst into laughter.

Developed.

Several officers and soldiers were already carrying people in with all their might. Wang Qianhu confirmed his identity, and then he smiled and called Suijun a medical household to come and hurt Xu Jingming.

However, the skills of the medical households here are really terrible. When the medical households were organized, Zhu Yuanzhang was indeed very professional. All the medical households came from doctors. Although they may not be famous doctors, it is still no problem to treat ordinary minor diseases. Zhu Yuanzhang's principle is that dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. The mouse son can dig holes. According to this principle, the doctor's son will naturally know how to treat diseases.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang's plan was wrong. The doctor's son was really not good at treating the disease. But he was a medical household, which means that no matter whether he would treat the disease or not, he had made a decision. The doctor who was recruited has been a good way to farmer since he was a child, but in the Huangcai, he was indeed a doctor, so the doctor named Liu was finally going to eat meat. He came to his first patient and looked at the coma. After watching for a long time, he did not dare to make any judgment. Wang Qianhu next to him was impatient and urged several times, and he hesitated: "I see... I think it's very likely that he was tempted by wind and cold all the way. Well, that's the case. It's the wind and cold, sir."

"Nothing wrong, right?"

"I think... I won't, but..."

"Okay, then prescribe medicine."

“…Oh, I’ll…”

Wang Qianhu was angry and glared at him viciously: "Don't be stubborn, this person is very important. It is related to the future of so many brothers. What are you doing while standing there? Hurry up, go and decoct the medicine."

"Oh, oh, okay..." This person, who should have been cured by medicine and was a certified 'doctor' in the Ming Dynasty, began to decoct medicine.

Wang Qianhu seemed very excited. In the room, he paced back and forth, rubbed his hands like crazy, and said excitedly: "It seems that it's time for me to become rich. Damn, I have never had good luck in this life. Now, it's really God's pity, and the ancestors have accumulated virtues. Come, come, come, call a few people, and I have to give my ancestors a few incense."

A military household smiled bitterly: "Sir, it's not so fragrant."

Wang Qianhu, who has always been furious, was not angry, but kept his hands behind his back: "Oh, I almost forgot. We are in the fort now, it's okay, it's okay, the ancestors will not be surprised. When one day they return home in glory, they will naturally kill pigs and sheep." He shook his head proudly, and then looked at Xu Jingming, who was unconscious on the couch, and couldn't help but sneer: "This guy is really not a thing. The court doesn't treat him to spread it, and he actually sentenced the court. It's really hateful. But... you deserve to be a blessing for me."

Doctor Liu was slowly boiling the medicine. Unexpectedly, Wang Qianhu appeared behind him and asked, "Why hasn't the boil been done yet?"

"Sir, sir, if you say sir, I...I..."

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"Wake up...wake up..."

But someone shouted.

At this moment, Wang Qianhu had no intention of pursuing it. He rushed over and saw Xu Jingming opening his eyes.

"Water, water...and...and, give me a bowl of porridge..."

Everyone looked at Wang Qianhu, and Wang Qianhu nodded.

Soon after, the water and porridge came, and Xu Jingming started drinking porridge with a rustling sound, not at all polite.

Wang Qianhu looked at the human-shaped gold and silver mountain, and felt indescribable satisfaction. However, Wang Qianhu's porridge could not be eaten. He was determined to bring some majesty, so he smiled and said coldly: "Are you Xu Jingming? The imperial court had issued a document of arresting to arrest you not long ago. Now, when you have arrived here, I will not make things difficult for you. You know, I am just doing things on orders, so if you offend me, don't blame me. Old man, come and find a rope, tie it first, and go to Zhou Guerrilla immediately. No, Deputy General Zhao reported it." He was scheming and did not report to his immediate boss, but instead looked for his boss's boss. In this way, the credit was unnecessary and so many people were needed to divide it.

Several military households came to find a rope, and one of them wanted to tie someone up. Wang Qianhu proudly waved his hand and asked them to wait. Then he coughed: "Look, I won't hit you, you can tie your hands up by yourself, so as not to suffer the pain of flesh and blood. Do you understand? I have always had a good temper."

Xu Jingming recovered his strength and got up from the couch. He smiled and said, "Oh, thank you for your kindness."

"Hey...If you don't know, after all, your surname is Xu. Can I still bully you..."

Bang...

Wang Qianhu had just said halfway, when he suddenly saw the excellent hand slapping him like a palm fan. Wang Qianhu just saw a flash of eyes and slapped him hard in the face.

Wang Qianhu was furious and yelled: "The traitor, dare to attack my official, someone comes..."

"Bang..." He slapped again. Xu Jingming's skill of slapping in the face must have been full. He can't do anything else, but this is his profession.

"A traitor, you are troubled by your mother."

"Dog thief, I'm fighting with you." Wang Qianhu was frightened and wanted to draw his sword.

"Bang!"

Another slap, and the slap was even heavier, and he was already a little confused when he hit Wang Qianhu.

Xu Jingming looked arrogant and said to him: "You are the thief!"

"Bang..."

"You...you are crazy, I am an official, you are a thief."

"Bang!"

"What kind of fucking official, Sesame and Mung Bean, dare to claim to be an official."

"You dare to fight, try to fight again!"

"Papa..." This time it was even more excessive, with two slaps of forehand and backhand, a deep pass from the prince of table tennis.

Everyone was stunned. These military households had never seen such an arrogant person. Only saw this guy slapped his Qianhu's face and slapped him. I don't know how many palm prints had fallen on the face of the Qianhu's face. But they couldn't move and no one dared to act rashly. It's not that Wang Qianhu was too immoral, so he failed to be a human being so that he didn't even have a familiar person, but... but Xu Jingming

It's really too arrogant, it's okay to be arrogant. They are not hysterical, just like he is Shangguan who came here to inspect, a guerrilla general. No, a guerrilla general. In his eyes, it seems that he doesn't even deserve to carry his shoes. The eyes, the expression on his face, Feng Danyun raised his slap and hit him with a cool and graceful spirit, as if he was hit by his own dog, and it seemed as if he had expected that the dog was beaten by himself and had to wag his tail obediently.

"Baobabababababa..."

After several consecutive slaps, Xu Jingming withdrew his hand and curled his lips: "A bastard, officials are not like officials, soldiers are not like soldiers. Look at you, what kind of morality is?"

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Chapter completed!
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