Chapter 241 Zhang Qiming Enters the City Lord's Mansion

The City Lord's Mansion is very strange.

In Yangzhou, Zhang Qiming has seen many parks converted from old houses of aristocratic families.

There are either pavilions and towers in a staggered manner, small bridges and flowing water, winding paths; there are lush flowers and trees, surrounded by green bamboo, quiet and elegant; or there are various flowers of spring, summer, autumn and winter, which bloom in turn and are beautiful.

It is not like the City Lord's Mansion, where all the flowers are sunflowers.

Now is the season when sunflowers wither. There are no sunflowers in each sunflower, only sunflower stalks are left standing in the flowerbed and on the roadside, which looks very strange.

Secondly, the servants in the City Lord's Mansion are very old and very ugly.

How to say... It makes Zhang Qiming feel like going to the countryside to attend a big market. Or the summer before last, when he went to the village to help people collect grain, the elder sisters and aunts of that village surrounded him to express their gratitude.

If Nangong Di beside him was dressed more simply and wore a straw hat, it would be right.

Finally, they did not go to any reception room, study or the like, but came to a small courtyard.

Zhang Qiming looked up and saw four characters "Singing and Dancing in Peace" at the entrance of the courtyard.

The courtyard was about two acres in size, with a large dance floor in the middle and string and bamboo musicians on both sides. Facing the stage in the middle was a long corridor, and a person was sitting in the middle.

The man looked about thirty or forty years old, wearing a red robe with gold inscriptions, a jade gold crown on his head, and a plain face, but his eyes were more energetic.

It was the real warrior, Nangong Zhao.

At this moment, he was sitting on a master's chair, shaking his head and watching the people dancing in the middle dance floor.

That dance... Zhang Qiming felt blinded after just one look.

Damn, the taste of real warriors is hard to say.

At this time, Nangong Di, the old man in the world, showed his calmness. He glanced at Zhang Qiming and said that this was nothing, and he had seen it even if it was eye-catching!

He said to Zhang Qiming: "Wait and see my eyes."

Zhang Qiming looked at his nose and his heart, and silently deduced subtraction in his heart. He was not going to take a second look at the dance in the dance floor.

Nangong Zhao, the city lord, was very excited. He simply took off his red robe, came to the dance floor in plain clothes, and danced with a group of sisters.

The dance they danced was called the real person dance, which expressed the joy of a warrior after becoming a real person.

Zhang Qiming heard Nangong Zhao dancing and singing, his voice was surprisingly deep:

"It is better to practice martial arts as a real person, the whole body is like a cat!"

"Turning hands makes clouds and rain, and the city shakes with a move of eyebrows!"

"A man should be like this when he is successful, so that he will not live in vain!"

"Haha~ Endless luxury, endless power! Endless delicacies, endless money! Endless songs to listen to, endless gifts to receive!"

"Enjoy endless wealth, endless years!"

"To be a man, you still have to be a real person~"

Listening to the successful singing of this villain, Zhang Qiming saw Nangong Zhao and a group of aunts dancing in the square.

Such a magical scene made Zhang Qiming a little bit nervous.

Where did this idiot come from? If Teacher Shi knew about this, he would probably slap him.

In the Jianghu, there are many turtles in shallow water and strong demons in small temples.

There are so many real warriors in Jicheng, but they have never been so arrogant. Back then, there was a real warrior in Jicheng who didn't pay for his meal. Teacher Shi threw him in the office building and beat him with dozens of whips in public. He lost face.

The real warriors in Jicheng and Yangzhou now not only have to have higher requirements for themselves, but also accept criticism from the masses.

If the real warriors in Yangzhou, Yuzhou, and Jingzhou dare to dance real dance...

The picture is too beautiful.

"Endless gifts, endless wealth! Who is coming to give gifts today!" Nangong Zhao waved his hand and shouted immediately at Nangong Feng, who was not far away from him.

Today is the day when all the big and small forces in the city give gifts and tribute to Nangong Zhao every month.

"I am the second in command of the Golden Sword Society. Today I am sending the overseas beauties bought from the South China Sea to the city lord!" A middle-aged man in blue ran out from Zhang Qiming with his head bowed, came to Nangong Zhao, and said half-knelt.

"Oh? Beautiful girl?" Nangong Zhao's eyes lit up and said, "It can't be a blonde and blue-eyed Hu girl? They are too ugly."

"No! Please take a look, city lord!" The second in command clapped his hands, and six women dressed in exotic styles came in from outside the courtyard.

The leader was an old woman in her fifties, who was painted with dust. She saluted to the city lord, pointed to the first woman and said, "This one came from Siam, with dark skin, narrow eyes and buck teeth, she is a strange woman."

"Good!" Nangong Zhao looked at the ugly woman with dark skin and couldn't help saying, "She is indeed a peerless beauty!"

Zhang Qiming couldn't help but take a look when he heard the peerless beauty, and then he felt that he was hit.

"This is the Japanese slave..." The woman was about to introduce them, but was interrupted by Nangong Zhao.

"No need, these five women and a peerless beauty like you should stay together!" Nangong Zhao looked at these five foreign beauties with their own characteristics, and was very happy. He waved his hand and said.

"Me?" The woman was stunned. She was about to say something, but was pulled away by the people of the Golden Sword Society.

There was no place for her to speak here.

"Not bad! You, the Golden Sword Society, have put in a lot of effort this time. Do a good job in the future!" Nangong Zhao looked at the second in command in a good mood and encouraged him.

"Oh! It's our honor to serve the city lord!" The people of the Golden Sword Society responded with a smile.

Next is the Fenglei Hall and Xiaofeng Hall. The two of them and the Golden Sword Club are the three largest gangs in Pi City, monopolizing the daily necessities.

One of them gave pearls and jade, and the other gave rare animals, which also pleased Nangong Zhao.

After that, it was the street corner of this street and the head of that block.

All walks of life and all walks of life come once a month to pay tribute to the city lord Nangong Zhao to show their submission.

Nangong Zhao completed the integration of these forces through monthly tribute.

Whoever does not pay tribute well is looking for death.

About half an hour later, all the people had walked around.

Nangong Zhao looked at the people from all walks of life in Pi City around the dance floor and said, "I always feel that something is missing today!"

"City lord! The monks from the Golden Buddha Temple are missing today!" At this time, Nangong Di stood up and said.

In public, you should call your nephew the city lord.

He knew this truth.

Because he was taught a lesson by his eldest nephew.

"Oh!" Nangong Zhao slapped his thigh and said, "Thanks to Uncle San's reminder, otherwise I really didn't notice that there were a few less bald donkeys today."

"The city lord probably doesn't know that the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple have become bacon and hung in the Golden Buddha Temple. How can they come to pay tribute to the city lord?" Nangong Di said.

"I know! How could I not know!" Nangong Zhao looked at Nangong Di with a smile, and said coldly, "I also know that the murderer who killed the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple is there!"

He pointed with his hand, and it was Zhang Qiming he pointed at!

I realized that this part of the Yellow Millet Dream is well matched with this.