Chapter 15

Zhengemen is the Imperial Army directly deployed by the emperor. It always follows the emperor. It only works for the emperor and doesn't listen to anyone's deployment. Now, the leader of zhengemen is no one else. He is the third son of the current saint, Rong Sanwang Ye.

This man holds the duweiling token and claims the surname Rong. Isn't it? Isn't it

County Lord hands and feet numb, a plop to kneel on the ground, but the knee has not yet landed, he was pulled.

He looked at Duwei's hand holding his clothes in panic, and he was shaking all over: "Wang Wang...... "

"Keep a low profile and go first." Rong Leng made a sound, bypassed him and walked into the gate.

The county Lord hurriedly followed, but the master held him: "my Lord, this man is......"

The county LORD hated the iron and said something in his ear. The next second, he was frightened and sat on the ground.

The county Lord wants to be paralyzed just like him, but he can't. He has to go to wait on him.

Fuping County is thousands of mountains and rivers away from Kyoto. At present, a prince with a military amulet comes to the door. Is it possible that he did something against his will and even worked out by himself?

All the way, I was so worried that when I got to the front hall, I heard the intention of the Lord, but the county Lord was stunned: "are you looking for Mr. Liu?"

"Yesterday you arrested the murderer, and Ben Wang saw where he was."

"In the guest room, in the guest room." The county Lord said, hurriedly to shout in person.

However, he was stopped by Rong Leng: "since it's in the guest room, let's go directly." Said, walked in front.

The county Lord was worried and confused, but he could only follow. Not knowing Rong Leng is one of the three people in the daytime hall after Yi Rong.

Liu Wei is sleeping in the room now, sleeping well, but he can smell a paste smell at the tip of his nose.

She sat up in a dazed face, smelling the smell coming from the yard.

Stepping on the shoes, I went to the door and saw a small figure. I really sat on the small stone in the yard and set up a clay stove in front of me. I was cooking something.

She strolled past lazily, and looked at her head: "what are you doing?"

Liu Xiaoli was shocked by her mother, and then jumped up again to drill into her mother's arms.

Liu Wei pushes his forehead and refuses to let him near: "look at your hand, what's the black look like. Don't dye my clothes."

Liu Xiaoli's aggrieved drum mouth: "Dad, I am in the refining medicine, how can clean."

Liu Wei bent over and looked at the black balls in the pot: "what medicine, ink balls?"

"No, it's badminton." "I didn't do a good job, I was a little ugly..." he said shyly

Not only ugly, especially ugly! And smell that paste, eat it will definitely die.

Liu Wei coughed and touched his son's head. He couldn't bear to fight: "there is always a process. Failure is the mother of success."

"Dad, I did a good job. If you don't believe me, I'll follow the recipe." He said, scooped up a pill with a small shovel and handed it to his mother.

Liu Wei: "..."

"Dad, try it, try it."

Liu Wei: "..."

"Dad..." The little guy's big eyes began to blink. After a while, his eyes turned red: "Dad, don't you eat it?"

Liu Wei sighed and picked it up.

Liu Xiaoli immediately smiled, a pair of watery eyes, looking forward to her mother.

Liu Wei holds the pill and puts it on the tip of his nose to smell it. It's very smelly. It's also black inside. It's crushed to see. It's not the medicine mud, it's the medicine powder. The pill's temperature is not right. It's dry and hard, and it's broken directly.

"Dad, if you don't eat it, why do you pinch it? I did it all morning! " The little guy covers his chest in pain and stares at his mother.

Liu Wei said: "well, in the future, this kind of failure product will be tasted by others. This is Yamen. There are more people in Yamen. The rest, you can taste it for the county grand grandfather and the senior uncle. They will not die. Dad will eat it again."