C9

yamen

The county magistrate was still resting. He had been busy the entire night last night in the eastern suburbs. He had barely squinted his eyes for two hours when the yamen runner knocked on his door.

"Milord, someone is beating the drum."

The county magistrate rolled over and did not move again.

"Milord, someone is beating the drum."

The county magistrate crawled up from his bed, unwilling to do so. He put on his official uniform and boots, and slowly walked into the hall.

"Who beats the drum?"

In the hall, two men dressed in luxurious robes stood in a row. The former had the heroic look on his face, while the latter had the courage to wear a longsword.

Jing Rong looked around the hall, but he didn't see the young scholar from yesterday.

For a long time, the county magistrate had not seen anyone with his name. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb before opening them and recognizing the person who had arrived.

Isn't that the young master that came with Ji Shuhan last night in the eastern suburbs?

"Who are you? "Why is the drum beating?" The county magistrate still asked the same question according to the rules.

"Lord, my young master came here today to look for that painter. I'll have to trouble you to call her out." Lang Bo stated his purpose.

"Looking for Yun Shu?" The county magistrate muttered to himself as he made an abacus with his hand. He raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Ji is not working today. Please come back another day."

"Where is she?" Jing Rong said.

"How would I know where she is? If there's nothing else, please leave. The yamen's drum must not be struck so casually." The county magistrate hadn't been able to sleep well in the first place, so he was naturally impatient.

Jing Rong was expressionless. He glanced at Lang Bo. Lang Bo understood and took out a plate from his waist.

"Liu Qingping, open your eyes wide and take a look."

Aiyo, he actually dared to call him by his name!

The county magistrate was magnanimous. He got up and prepared to bid, but he suddenly saw the words on the token.

The Shocking Wood in his hand fell down with a "clang" sound.

He then picked up his official's uniform and walked down from the high hall. He then went up to them respectfully, his legs trembling. With a 'plop', he kneeled down.

"Rong …" Prince Rong, this official has eyes but is unable to see, I don't know who... It was Prince Rong who drove here. If you're slow, I hope that Prince Rong can forgive me. "

Jing Rong glanced at him. His expression changed quite quickly.

"The ignorant are innocent. This King doesn't want to alarm too many people, so there's no need to bow. Get up."

"Thank you …" Face... "Prince Rong."

Liu Qingping was sweating profusely from fright. His legs were shaking so badly that he was barely able to stand up, but he still couldn't straighten himself out.

"I wonder why Prince Rong is here …" What is it for? "

The corner of Lang Bo's mouth curled up as he spoke up for Jing Rong.

"Didn't I say it just now? I came here today to find the painter from yesterday. Please get her to come out immediately. "

"This …"

"What do you mean by this, an insignificant painter like you, don't tell me you are putting on airs?"

Liu Qingping quickly waved his hand. "No, no, no. This official will send someone to get her." He turned around and said to the bailiff, "Hurry up and get Mr. Ji here."

"Yes."

The bailiff then left.

The county magistrate was afraid of neglecting this giant Buddha, so he bowed and invited Jing Rong and Lang Bo to the backyard to rest. He brewed a pot of superior tea and stood by the side while shivering and wiping his sweat with his sleeves.

In this Jinjiang City, when had such a great figure ever come before!

Jing Rong took a sip of the tea. The Jinjiang was rich with tea, and the fragrance of the tea assaulted his nostrils.

"Who is that painter?" Jing Rong said.

"She's called Ji Yunshu, the famous painter in our Jinjiang City." The county magistrate answered.

"How?"

"In the past few years, there have been a lot of rotting corpses and charred corpses in our county, but no one claimed them. Ever since Mr. Ji came, regardless of whether they were carrion or bones, he was definitely able to draw the appearance of the deceased.

The county magistrate looked as if his face had been plastered with gold, looking very proud of himself.

"Such a strange person?" To be holed up in such a small Jinjiang City is truly a waste of your talent. " When Lang Bo said this, he intentionally looked at his master.

There seemed to be a deeper meaning to it!

Jing Rong raised his eyebrows. "Just these?"

The county magistrate thought for a bit: "Mr. Ji has a bad temper."

"What's not good about it?"

The county magistrate stammered, "No …" I like to talk a lot, so my temper is a little cold. "

Cold? How cold?

Jing Rong carried the cup and took another sip of tea.

Not long later, the bailiff came in to report.

"Mr. Ji is sleeping in his room. He said that he won't be working today."

The county magistrate's complexion turned blue as he broke out in a cold sweat.

On one side was Ji Yunshu, who he regarded as a treasure, and on the other side was Prince Rong, who was in charge of authority.

This team had to stand well!