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Eight Hundred and Ninety First: Northern Overlord (28)

A few years ago, various aristocratic families in Chongzhou took advantage of the army of northern Xinjiang to spread rumors and snatch the fields and houses they depended on from the common people by means of plunder and robbery, forcing them to change from good people to refugees, killing many fresh people life?

This kind of method is not a big deal for the gentry class. After all, the field is wealth, and no one dislikes having a lot of money.

But in any case, this is a despicable robber's method.

Aristocratic families all want face, even if they did the deeds of robbers and bandits, it is impossible for them to admit it.

In other words, the method of land annexation is a "hidden rule", which can only be understood but not expressed in words.

Because of this, Jiang Pengji was able to bite back, leaving the Chongzhou family speechless.

She said that the power of the Chongzhou aristocratic family flirted with the Northern Xinjiang imperial court, and even robbed the land of the people of Chongzhou wantonly under the orders of the three northern Xinjiang clans to prepare for the Northern Xinjiang army to take over Chongzhou... Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with this statement. She just needs to come up with this reason, fabricate a few forged letters of communication with the enemy, plus the wounds on Liu She and Jiang Pengji's body, it is enough to make the Chongzhou family suffer from being dumb.

After all, more than 90% of the land in Chongzhou was indeed divided up by them.

It is an ironclad evidence that cannot be denied even if one wants to.

Of course, this is only a struggle at the level of public opinion, and the decisive factor is the army.

If these aristocratic families dared to truly oppose her, she would dare to wash them all in blood!

She wanted to see whether the lives and fields of one or two people were more important, or the lives of their entire clan!

When Jiang Pengji walked out of the mansion, she looked up at the dark sky, and the corner of her mouth curled into a silent mockery.

At this moment, Chongzhou has truly changed.

In Chongzhou, there was a lot of turmoil, but Shangjing, which was half a month away, was calm now.

"Zixiao, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"

Zhang Ping came out wearing a thick coat, and vaguely saw a tall and tall figure standing in the garden.

He was startled at first, but after taking a closer look under the thin moonlight, he realized that the other party was not a ghost, but Wei Ci.

Wei Ci heard someone calling him, turned around and took a look, and said hoarsely, "Xi Heng."

Hearing the sound, Wei Ci should also get up halfway and run to the yard to watch the stars.

"It took two years for your body to get better. Why don't you cherish it so much?" Zhang Ping felt like an old woman, and said, "You are not afraid of getting cold if you are dressed so thinly. Look at your pale face. scare people to death..."

If Wei Ci fell ill, he and Shao Guang could only be burdened with heavy burdens, which would literally exhaust them to death.

Wei Ci thanked Zhang Ping for his kindness, he took a deep breath, and the icy cold air poured into his lungs, making him shiver from the cold.

"Put it on, don't fall ill again." Zhang Ping took the initiative to give up his cloak, "I see you have been standing in the yard for a while, what are you looking at?"

"...The Northern Emperor Star's light is getting brighter and brighter, and there is a faint bloody light..."

Wei Ci refused to continue talking halfway through, causing Zhang Ping to roll his eyes.

The guy who hates talking half the most.

"Is this auspicious or fierce?" Zhang Ping asked.

He doesn't understand astrology, but Wei Ci, as Yuan Jing's apprentice, has learned the truth to some extent, and has two brushes.

"Auspicious... There is a little evil in the auspiciousness, but it doesn't hinder."

Wei Ci laughed and coughed twice, under the moonlight, his eyes were like thick ink, with a different kind of purity.

Zhang Pingdao, "So, the Lord's situation in Chongzhou is not bad?"

Wei Ci said, "Just judging from the astrology, it should be good, but... President Ci is a little worried."

Zhang Ping teased with a smile, "What are you worried about? My lord is protected by people who are both Wen and Wu. Whether it is Wen Zheng, Zi Shi, Fu Zhengtu and Han Mei, they are all heroes in the world. Few people can avoid their injuries." How about the lord? Zixiao, if you care about it, it will cause chaos."

Instead of worrying about this, it's better to go to the house to rest early, because there will be heavy work tomorrow.

"No... you don't understand—"

Wei Ci suddenly remembered what Monk Chen said.

Several years have passed, and Wei Ci will record the astrology whenever he is free. Just like what Monk Liaochen said, the changes in the emperor's energy are indeed strange.

According to what the lord has done in these years, the growth of imperial energy should be in an upward trend.

However, Wei Ci sorted out the data he had recorded, and was surprised to find that the growth trend had turned into a strange upward wavy pattern.

In other words, Emperor Qi has indeed been stolen, and the frequency of the theft is quite stable.

He is really worried that he has not caught the evildoer who stole the imperial energy.

How can mortals stand against unnatural beings?

Even if it is a lord who is as tyrannical as him, it will not work!

Thinking of this, Wei Ci felt that he should find some time to visit some capable people and strangers, and see what news they had.

The night wind was cold, he stayed in the yard for a while, then turned and went back to the house, and fell asleep driven by drowsiness.

After sleeping for more than an hour, he hurriedly got up from the bed with a panicked expression, but the roots of his ears were slowly congested with blood.

He, why did he suddenly dream of the lord?

Recalling the scene in the dream, Wei Ci was both worried and ashamed.

Said he was worried, because he dreamed that the lord was wearing a noble lady's fancy dress, half of his body was stained with bright red blood, and the wound continued to bleed out, which made his heart ache. It's just that in the dream he couldn't speak, he could only look at the other party showing the indifferent expression he had been familiar with for half his life.

Speaking of embarrassment... I don't know why, she seems to be able to see him in her dream? She actually brushed her cheek from his collarbone with her fingers, and even stayed on his lips for a long time. He obviously didn't touch it, but Wei Ci always had the illusion that his lips touched the other's cold fingertips.

Wei Ci's past life plus this life, combined with his age, is no longer young.

He couldn't help being amused, a man of his age would still have such absurd dreams.

Although it is absurd... but... a little bit real?

Wei Ci put away that weird feeling, lay down again, and fell into a dream.

This time I didn't have any strange dreams, and I woke up until dawn.

In another place in Chongzhou, Jiang Pengji clicked her tongue and withdrew her hand regretfully.

I kept thinking about when the yin-yang jade pendant would hang beside Wei Ci, and when it would take effect, but I didn't expect to see the benefits today.

Jiang Pengji exchanged the ashes of the time-traveling woman from Xie Qian for the yin-yang jade pendant. If it was in her previous life, this thing would cause the interstellar forces to compete, but in this world, it is basically useless. Fortunately, Jiang Pengji was quick-witted and gave it to Wei Ci. She was sure that as long as it was something she gave to Wei Ci, even if he didn't carry it close to him, she would take it away properly.

Just now when she saw Wei Ci's phantom faintly, she knew that it was a genuine product, and the effect was outstanding.

However, except for Jiang Pengji, no one seemed to be able to see Wei Ci.

This discovery made her feel much happier, and even the method of dealing with the Chongzhou family was "gentle". js3v3

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