Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 565 The Minister's Special Care
After parting ways with Qi Renli, Li Daolang turned to walk towards the county government office, but halfway there, he was nearly scared to death.

Someone had appeared behind him without him noticing.

Li Daolang cried out in pain, taking several steps back, his trembling hand clutching his chest. "Who is it?!"

The man looked at him and smiled, "I'm sorry, sir, I was just about to ask what brings you here alone."

In that short time, Li Daolang could see the man's clothes clearly; he was a member of the Imperial Guard.
Li Daolang quickly said that he was making a fuss over nothing and asked the other party not to take offense.

“I have some old acquaintance with Lord Meng. The reason I came early is that I wanted to see Lord Meng before official business,” Li Daolang said.

“In that case, please follow me inside, sir.” Zhou Qiwen led the man to the courtroom. “Please wait a moment, sir, while I go and fetch Lord Meng.”

"it is good."

After watching the people leave, Li Daolang gathered his hands around his collar, hunched his neck, and paced around the courtroom, trying to find a relatively sheltered corner.

Unfortunately, I searched two or three times but still couldn't find such a place.

My exposed hands instinctively tucked into my sleeves—it's so cold!

He peeked out and looked at the guards on duty outside. At a glance, it was clear that their clothes were made of thick fur, and they wore thick boots and leather gloves.

Wearing this outfit, plus patrolling around every now and then, it's definitely not cold.

Before long, Meng Changqing walked in with a smile, "Lord Li!"

"Why did you come alone?" Meng Changqing asked warmly, as if he were a long-lost friend.

Li Daolang returned the greeting and said, "I have a few words I'd like to say to Young Master Meng in private."

"Please have a seat, sir," Meng Changqing said politely.

But the stool, exposed to the cold wind all night, was freezing cold. After Li Daolang sat down, he lifted it slightly. Meng Changqing seemed to only then notice and complained to Bafang, "Why didn't you put a cushion on it? Hurry up and serve the master some hot tea."

"Yes." Bafang naturally cooperated perfectly, quickly taking out a cushion from the inner room and placing it on the chair where Li Daolang was sitting, and then serving hot tea and snacks.

Unlike yesterday, a small stove has been added under the teapot on his table.

As soon as the stove was turned on, Li Daolang felt much warmer.

I don't know if it was the heat from the fire that made me feel warm, or if this small stove really had such great power.

Seeing that he was drinking tea and touching the stove, seemingly forgetting what he wanted to say, Meng Changqing reminded him, "Lord Li, please speak."

“That’s how it is.” Li Daolang first recounted what happened last night, and then said, “From what I heard from Lord Feng, it seems that he has to find something out from you. You should be careful, sir.”

Meng Changqing appreciated his kindness, "Thank you for informing me, Lord Li."

“Young Master Meng, there’s no need to thank me,” Li Daolang said. “Before I left, the Minister specifically instructed me that the Emperor values ​​you and does not want anything to happen to you here.”

"I see. I appreciate your kindness, Minister."

It was the beginning of Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Unlike the peaceful atmosphere in the Beishan County government office, Liu Dexiang had already smashed three sets of teacups in the Liangzhou Prefecture government office.

The room was a complete mess.

The servants standing by kept their heads down, none of them wanting to attract Liu Dexiang's attention at this moment.

The servants outside the room were a little bolder; at least they dared to show panic on their faces and even clasp their hands in prayer, hoping that God would let their master's anger dissipate soon.

"Summon Mao Chunfang to this residence!"