After entering the Cangzhou Mansion, all the officials dispersed, accompanied only by Cangzhou Ling Yin and the director of the local Prison Division, anyway, the senior officials of Cangzhou except for the garrison of the Cangzhou garrison are here.
"Lord Ling Yin, where are the group of people in the mission now?"
Ling Yan was more concerned about the crown prince and prince of that country now, but he was more concerned about the Sword Tomb Twins.
Cangzhou Mansion Ling Yin hurriedly replied: "The mission is in the backyard, but the prince and prince of Wu are seriously injured, and they may not be able to survive." ” "Lord Si Ming is really dedicated to the country, and he is really a model for the lower officials."
The gag flattery of the fellow officials made Zhao Tian uncomfortable.
He knew that this group of officials was for the sake of the young man in front of him, who was destined to become a celebrity next to His Majesty the Emperor from the news of recent times.
"Colleagues, let's go back quickly, there must be something going on in our own yamen, don't delay here any longer, there is no hope for the country and the family."
Ling Yan's soft words made these officials' faces flush, and their hands and feet were unnatural.
Especially the last sentence that Yu Guo and Yu are hopeless at home really pierced their faces and scraped off a large layer of oil from the old fritters in this group of officialdom.
Zhao Tian's eyes lit up just after hearing this, and he felt more and more that this young adult was a wonderful person, it was really unpredictable, and it was really not something that normal people dared to do to expose other people's smiling faces so nakedly.
"Okay, Ling Si is worried about state affairs, you people don't hurry back."
Although Zhao Tian is only the deputy secretary of Honglu Temple, and the rank of the wheel is only the same as some of them, but as a Beijing official, the close ministers at the feet of the Son of Heaven will not be afraid, even if the Cangzhou order Yin Sanpin has to be treated equally.
"Retire!"
Ling Yan watched these people leave with amusement, he asked himself that since he had been the commander of the heavens for so many days, he had been meticulous and fulfilled his duties.
He is free to be an official, although he will not be the official who cleans his name, nor will he be the corrupt official who bends the law for bribes.
There are only four people walking now, Zhao Tian Cangzhou ordered Yin to walk in front, and Ling Yan chatted with the director of the branch of the Heavenly Division in Cangzhou, such as chatting about where the mission was robbed and investigated, such as how these angel groups are moving.
This director knew Ling Yan's identity, and at the same time, as a person who had retired from the side of the director of the capital, he believed that the director attached great importance to this youngest master in the department.
"It's almost there!"
Passing through the front yard, the road was heavily guarded, and the entire Cangzhou Mansion was covered with heavy soldiers, in order to protect the Wu State Mission in the backyard.
There were more than 100 people in the mission, some of whom died when they were robbed, and now there are fifty or sixty people left, but there are only four people in Cangzhou Mansion, who are the prince and prince of Wu State, and the twins of the sword tomb, and the rest are raised in another place.
At this moment, the sky was dark, the bright candles were lit in the lanterns to illuminate the road under their feet, and the armor of several forbidden soldiers accompanying them clicked and their footsteps were stomping.
There was a cool breeze in the night, and he had just arrived at the round gate in the backyard, Ling Yan suddenly felt that there were a lot of sword qi in the air, these sword qi were round and natural, Ling Yan's heart was slightly shocked, and he felt that if these sword qi came at him, he would definitely not be able to bear it.
The forbidden army was all masters, and naturally they also felt this sword qi, so they all pulled out their swords at their waists to prevent accidents, but Ling Yan's hand hanging down his waist shook it.
"The person with that sword qi really wants to do it, how can you stop it."
Ling Yan said softly, and then his two eyes stared at the figure that appeared at the round door in the dark night.
The man was carrying a sword behind him, and by the faint candlelight, it could be seen that this man was tall, his shoulders were extremely broad, his face was as sharp as if a knife had been cut, and his face was indifferent, and the powerful sword qi just now emanated from this person.
"Mr.
Jianyi, these two Lord Ling Si, the fourth secretary of the Heavenly Prison Division, and this is Lord Zhao, the deputy secretary of Honglu Temple, they have made a special trip from Beijing to pick up the delegation into Beijing."
Cangzhou Ling Yin was just an ordinary person, and his face trembled slightly under the attack of sword qi.
It turned out that this middle-aged man was Jian Yi, the eldest son of the Sword Tomb, who was only in his fifties this year, and his martial arts cultivation was as high as a first-class and top-class grandmaster-level powerhouse.
Hearing Cangzhou Ling Yin's words, Jian Yi was indifferent, still staring straight at Ling Yan, because he felt that this young man's face was very much like a person, a person who had shocked their sword grave for many years.
"You can't kill me, at least you can't kill me here."
Ling Yan said slowly, and at the same time, a smell of dead people flowed through the air.
Jian Yi raised his eyebrows one by one, and the restrained sword qi Zhao Tian Cangzhou made Yin Cai exhale heavily, but looking at Jian Yi's face was not very good-looking.
It's just a defeated army, what's so arrogant!
"The highest-level ghost king, the ghosts of the ghost face camp are really difficult."
Jian Yi heard the breath of his old opponent in the air, and understood that his world's most advanced martial arts could not play a role.
It's just that Jian Yi found a smile on his face, and the gentle boy always felt very uncomfortable when he stared at him.
"Alright, let's go in and have a look.
Mr.
Jianyi, you should come along, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be at ease.
After Ling Yan finished speaking, he walked into the courtyard by himself, so that Zhao Tian behind him was secretly frightened, Ling Siming could not change his face in front of the world's first-class grandmaster.
In fact, he didn't know that Ling Yan had just forcibly lifted his true qi, the sword qi that had just resisted Jian Yi had exhausted all his true qi, and now he was actually very weak, and there was some cold sweat on his forehead.
"I'm a second-rate level cultivator, and I'm still so weak in front of him, it seems that I still have a long way to go."
Ling Yan walked in front alone and thought secretly.
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Ling Yan walked into a room, someone had already prepared tea, Ling Yan picked it up and drank it all, only then did he feel better.
Then Ling Yan visited the prince of Wu and his uncle, the prince of Wu.
The crown prince of Wu Guo was older than Ling Yan, but his face was pale, and at first glance he was overindulgent in the sea of lust, and that prince was also like this, Ling Yan secretly laughed at himself.
At the same time, he was even more sure that if it weren't for the sword tomb secretly intervening in the war, where would the Wu State be able to withstand the 100,000 lions of the Taizheng Kingdom.
In the end, Ling Yan walked in a room, and in this room lay the third son of the Sword Tomb, Jian San, who was robbed by the mission this time because he was incompetent, so he was especially taken care of by the enemy.
Even if Jian Yi tried his best to resist at that time, but because there were three people who dragged Jian Yi, Jian San was seriously injured and still can't get out of bed.
Fortunately, although Jian San did not practice martial arts, he also practiced the martial arts of Sword Tomb, and his recovery speed was much faster than that of ordinary people.
"My third brother likes to be quiet, so if you want to talk about things, you can go in alone."
Jian Yi said indifferently, his face was full of wind, snow and frost, and he looked like he was thousands of miles away.
"I'll go in with Mr.
Kenyi!"
Ling Yan opened his mouth, and as soon as the sword pushed open the door, Ling Yan suddenly looked forward to what kind of person the third son of the sword tomb was.