You sell swords, I go crazy, I am a father in Shengjing

Wu Kui quickly withdrew his troops after reaching an agreement with Zhou Zhiyuan. It seemed that a group of green forest troops were still surrounding Fucheng, wanting to give the opponent a fatal blow, but in fact they had already turned their spearhead towards Qingquan.

Zhou Zhiyuan was responsible for appeasing everyone in Haofucheng and using the organization's channels to raise food, grass and weapons for the Green Forest Army.

After all, with Wen Xing and other heroes joining him, Qingquan is no longer the sickly cripple they thought he was and can be knocked down with just one finger.

And they were also fortunate that although they were blinded by hatred, they woke up very promptly at the critical moment.

Because on the second day after they made the decision to control Qingquan together, two secret letters were sent to them.

Looking at the beautiful and interesting calligraphy of Tianguqiu and the writing that ordinary people could not hope to achieve, the two people Zhou and Wu who were greeted felt a chill down their spines.

Because they knew very well who wrote the letter, and what kind of warning was hidden behind this gentle greeting that was difficult for others to see.

Sure enough, when they were still fighting each other due to hatred, the news here had already reached the ears of that person...

"No, Song Yichun can't stay here. Not only him, Qingquan is also a big fucking trouble!"

Wu Kui slapped the table. He originally thought about preparing for a few more days before giving Qingquan a fatal blow. Now, does he dare to wait?
He doesn't dare anymore...

Wu Kui and Zhou Zhiyuan over there sped up their actions, and Feng Xi and others here were naturally not idle either.

Of course, the most leisurely one here is Feng Xi.

After all, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. She can only help but can't go to any lengths, right?

"To expect too much from a madman is disrespectful to a madman. Can you and I encourage each other?"

Feng Xi, who was dragged by Qi Xiao to the county government to discuss matters, rolled her eyes at Qi Xiao as she walked away.

Qi Xiao was used to her being eccentric, so he put his arm around the girl's delicate shoulders and led her inside.

Others didn't think there was anything wrong with their getting along like this. After all, they were a couple to the outside world, but Qi Xiao slightly raised the corners of his lips. Because he has clearly determined one thing through repeated trials, that is, a certain little phoenix may have become more and more indulgent towards him unconsciously.

Of course, as the beneficiary of this matter, he would not kindly remind the other party.

He will only get worse.

Pushing the envelope.

"Master Song, do you want us to lead the Qingquan militia together with this brother?"

In the second hall of the county government office, seeing Qi Xiao and Feng Xi finally approaching, the men sitting next to Wen Xing immediately stood up.

He spotted a man who was obviously Wen Xing's brother who had died, so he immediately gave Qi Xiao a sideways look.

The person in front of him was not very old, and although he was not a pretty boy, his appearance was incomparable to that of ordinary people.

how to say?

Farm men like them are inevitably a little prejudiced against each other, because most of the people in their villages and towns are literati and talented people, and they are all full of crooked ideas and fake things...

Anyway, just like those corrupt officials, I always feel like they don't look like good people.

You must know that the men and horses they brought are much more than Qingquan's original militia, so it is too unfair for Mr. Song to let them be on an equal footing with the other party.

However, before Song Yichun had time to open his mouth to reconcile, Feng Xi said bluntly:
"How is that possible? Are you leading the militia with him? Wake up, you obviously only have the right to be commanded by him."

Wen Xing and others: "?"

Song Yichun: "..." (End of this chapter)