Chapter 39 Beating a Dog

Zhao Qian kicked up the water and fire sticks landing on the ground with one kick in his hand. Zhao Qian's combat effectiveness immediately doubled and he suddenly stepped forward.

The soldier was frightened and lost his soul. However, he knew that the gatekeeper was watching from behind and was not allowed to run away. He had no choice but to roar and snatch up his courage. But what is the effect of this bluff?

Zhao Qian blocked the water and fire sticks swept by the wing soldiers with one stick, and then swept the opponent's waist and eyes with one stick. The wing soldiers' eyes were wide open, like blisters, and they bared their teeth on their mouths to suck the air conditioner.

At this time, the concierge also knew it was amazing. He immediately felt like a weaker girl who was about to be forced (a girl) and pulled her throat and shouted: "Oh! Kill people! Kill people!"

Zhao Qian didn't know what to say. Although he knocked over two soldiers, he didn't see any blood. Is it necessary to be so scared? Especially the voice of the doorman, it was so rude, it was even more rude than Luo Chongxun's without **.

Zhao Jin made a gesture to hit the doorman and said, "Call me again, believe it or not, I will beat you to death with a blow!"

The voice stopped immediately when he pulled himself to his normal voice. The speed and decisiveness were as fast as pressing the space bar when watching a movie. The concierge was afraid that Zhao Qian would break his promise, and looked at Zhao Qian with a nervous look on his face.

Zhao Qian was both angry and funny. Why did he get into trouble with such a bitch?

The Sansi Envoy Yamen was one of the powerful Yamen in the Northern Song Dynasty. In terms of political status, it was second only to the East and West Mansions. Soon a team of imperial guards in black light armor rushed out. Because the exaggerated shouts of the gatekeeper made these imperial guards feel as if they were facing a great enemy, holding their spears in their hands and unsheathed their swords.

When he saw the imperial guards, he was afraid of Zhao Fengru and mouse before and saw the cat's doorman, and he immediately became arrogant again. It was thanks to him that he met Feng Chang. The doorman smiled grimly and said with a glad heart: "Haha! Boy, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy! Otherwise, I will discipline you and you will know how powerful it is!"

Zhao Qian looked at the doorman with an idiot, and was no longer addicted. He swept over with a stick of water and fire, and the doorman stopped food. He screamed, holding his calf and sucking in the air. Although he did not dare to scream, how could the doorman's narrow mind be willing to let it go? He stared at Zhao Qian tightly, seeing how Zhao Qian was killed by the imperial guards!

It is naturally impossible for Zhao Qian to go all the way in. It is too arrogant. It is nothing to beat the gatekeeper, but there is no need to offend the imperial guards.

Walking calmly to the side of the horse, he took out a volume of bright yellow decree and said, "I am the prince of Kuaiji. I will meet with the three envoys according to the will of the officials!"

While speaking, Zhao Jin lifted his hem and revealed the seal hanging around his waist. The smug smile of the villain just showed immediately condensed. At this moment, the doorman's mood seemed like a dead father. He felt so depressed in his heart. He secretly complained: You are a prince, are you embarrassed to bully me, this doorman? You are so bullying!

But the concierge never thought that if he was a little polite, would things have developed to this extent?

"Search to the last general! Prince!" One head hurriedly bowed to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Jin waved his hand and said, "Okay, I have to go in and see the Three Sessions!"

He hesitated for a while, and asked conscientiously: "Prince, what happened just now? What do you need to cook?"

The doorman's face immediately turned gray.

However, Zhao Qian was too lazy to start his own actions. Today, there were so many people at the gate of the yamen, so this matter must have spread. Not to mention anything else, Cheng Lin would definitely deal with the doorman, so why bother dirtying his hands?

Zhao Qian said with a broad mind: "Nothing, just a little misunderstanding happened. Just go do whatever you do! By the way, leave someone to lead the way for me. This yamen is really big enough. I'm afraid that I can't find the old man Cheng Lin for a day!"

The imperial guards smiled bitterly, and they dared to call old man Cheng Lin. The whole court was probably just this strange prince who was not afraid of heaven and earth. They were afraid that other soldiers would make mistakes and cause trouble again, so they explained to their subordinates and went to lead Zhao Jin in person.

There was no trouble this time, but Zhao Qian felt that it was a wise choice to find someone to lead the way. The Three Divisions’ yamen was very big, which was also a reflection of the power of the Three Divisions’ yamen. Zhao Qian asked the head of the imperial guards, how many people there were in these Three Divisions’ yamen. No one could tell an accurate number. What was certain was that there were no less than 300 rank officials!

These are still officials of rank, including those who have pens, clerks, servants, grooms, soldiers, imperial guards, etc., and there are probably a thousand people in the three ministries! How bloated is this yamen?

As he thought about it, the head of the head had already reminded him: "Your Majesty, you have arrived. After entering the yard, it is Cheng Xianggong's office! I will bring it here at the end."

Zhao Ju pointed at the slightest, and the imperial guards bowed their heads and walked back.

When you walk into the yard, you can see three persimmon trees. However, persimmons only mature in September and October, so now they are basically persimmon flowers, and even if they have fruits, they are just the size of a thumbnail.

A cool breeze blows, which immediately makes people feel refreshed. In this hot day, resting under the persimmon tree is undoubtedly a very good activity.

Without entering the yard, Zhao Jin could see Cheng Lin, the current Sansi envoy who was lying on a bamboo chair and resting and lazy under the persimmon tree.

Cheng Lin and Zhao Jin are more familiar with each other. After all, Zhao Jin did not do any small fights when he was young. Fighting is not a matter of two people, but a group of royal families and powerful children fighting, which affects nearby vendors. Cheng Lin has not given Zhao Jin a few more rubbing his butts. Of course, Zhao Jin was still very kind in terms of compensation money, so he did not ask Cheng Lin to help him out.

"Old Cheng!" When Zhao Chen saw Cheng Lin, he immediately shouted intimately.

Cheng Lin was shocked in a hot day. Cheng Lin found that when she saw this strange prince, there was nothing good about the tenth. However, she had to stand up from the bamboo chair and said with surprise: "The prince has seen the prince! Why did the prince come to the Sansi envoy today when he has time?"

Cheng Lin cursed in her heart. When she saw Zhao Jin, what surprise was there? Even if there was, she was still frightened.

Zhao Qian was honest and unceremonious. He sat on the stone pier opposite Cheng Lin and said with a smile: "Of course I have something good to come to you. I'm here to give you money to you!"

How could Cheng Lin believe Zhao Qin's words in his heart, but he had to smile on his face. Cheng Lin didn't dare to speak, for fear that Zhao Qin would catch any braids and take the opportunity to make any requests.
Chapter completed!