The young man didn't even look at Jiang Huai, but still said with a cold expression: "If you can get the snow, what if you can get the bones and ashes? It's better than snow in your heart."

"You keep saying that you are wronged, what are the grievances?"

"Hmph, who are you? Is it useful to you that even Kaifeng Prefecture dared not hear the grievances that are useful to you?"

"Let's not talk about whether it's useful to me. Since Kaifeng Mansion doesn't dare to hear it, why did you make a fuss about stone milling white bones?"

"Of course I want to force Kaifeng Prefecture, which has long been unnamed, to hear it and ask."

"Haha, it's really good and handsome, but Kaifeng Prefecture is really too disappointing. If you block the yamen, it's still like a turtle shrouding his head. It's a world of difference from Bao Qingtian decades ago."

The young man heard Bao Qingtian's words and raised his eyebrows, and looked at the three words "Kaifeng Mansion" on the yamen gate with some complexity. He actually felt a little disappointed. This fell into Jiang Huai's eyes, which made Jiang Huai have a bold guess.

"If Bao Qingtian was still in Kaifeng Prefecture, how could he be injustice? Under the three beheadings, gods and ghosts cannot escape, and they are fair and honest, and the world will be returned to their hearts."

The boy could not hide his admiration for Bao Qingtian in his words. Even the cold tone brought a hint of warmth. Jiang Huai asked tentatively: "Bao Qingtian's face was as dark as charcoal. Unexpectedly, his descendants were still fair and clean. However, they lost their ancestors' style and were too clever in their work. At most, they were considered clever, not great wisdom."

The little boy was finally startled and began to look at Jiang Huai seriously. Even the seemingly clumsy strong man stopped pushing the mill at this time, looked at Jiang Huai, scratched the back of his head with his right hand, and said in a silly manner: "Brother Luo, how did he know that we are descendants of Bao Zuzong?"

The young man looked at Jiang Huai several times and finally said, "I heard from Mr. Hunter's strange accent, are you the gold medalist Mr. Jiang Huaijiang, who is named Beishu?"

Jiang Huai nodded and said with some self-deprecating words: "It seems that my strange accent is really my signature."

The young man bent down at Jiang Huai and bowed: "Sir, don't blame Bao Luo for being rude. This is my brother of the same clan, named Bao Rong. Brother Rong, come and worship Mr. Jiang you often talk about."

"Hehe, hehe, is it really Mr. Jiang who made the prime minister of Liao and the generals wander around with just talking? I'm so happy."

The strong man was tolerant and ran to Jiang Huai in two steps. He picked up Jiang Huai and turned around. At this time, Ma San shouted to follow several officials out of the government office. When he saw Jiang Huai being picked up by the strong man, he thought that the strong man was extremely powerful. In desperation, he flew up and slashed at the strong man, and shouted: "Stop, put down sir."

The strong man tolerated the rise of rotation, and did not care about Ma San's roaring, but Jiang Huai knew that Ma San's roaring had deep internal strength. Although this strong man seemed to have great strength, the big grinding was actually watery. The strong man could push the big grinding, but he might not be able to withstand Ma San's roaring, so he quickly stopped: "San roar, stop quickly, it's your own person."
Chapter completed!