Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 450 Prepare for both hands
Returning to his mansion from the granary in the suburbs, the magistrate's cheeks flushed with anger.

The county magistrate followed behind him, seeing his angry appearance, deliberately lowered his sense of existence, so as not to be harmed by innocent people.

Under the county magistrate's nervous gaze, the magistrate kept pacing in the front hall.

The maid tremblingly came forward with her teacup, and as soon as she arrived in front of the magistrate, the teacup on the wooden tray was knocked over by the magistrate.

"Snapped!"

The teacup fell to the ground with a shattering sound.

The servant girl trembled in fright, squatted down hastily, picked up the fragments of the teacup and put them on the wooden tray, then stepped back quickly.

The magistrate didn't even look at her, turned around and sat down in the main seat above.

"Damn, it's really too hateful!"

The prefect clenched his hands into fists, and slammed his fist heavily on the low table beside him, making a "bang".

The county magistrate stood aside and looked up at him.

I saw him frowning tightly, and shouted: "Come on!"

As his voice fell, a servant quickly trot in from outside.

As soon as Jia Ding came to the center of the front hall, before he could speak, the magistrate immediately ordered: "Go to Weilan City immediately and tell the bandit leader to kill Bai Jinchu and others before dusk."

"promise."

Jia Ding was not at all surprised by the magistrate's order.

He responded lightly, and just as he was about to step back, the magistrate's voice came again: "Wait..."

Hearing the magistrate's voice, the servant immediately stamped his feet.

The magistrate turned his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then said again: "Tell him by the way, let him bring ten loads of rice over before dusk!"

Hearing this, the servant was slightly startled.

He looked up at the magistrate in disbelief, and replied in a low voice, "No."

The servant backed away quickly, full of doubts. As soon as he left, the county magistrate stepped forward quickly.

"My lord, are you really planning to open a warehouse to release food?"

"Release food? Hmph..." The magistrate stood with his hands behind his back, and snorted coldly: "If you can kill Bai Jinchu and others, why should I waste the food? But you have also seen that it is not easy for Bai Jinchu and others To deal with it, I must be prepared with both hands."

Saying that, Zhifu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Seeing his eyes filled with murderous intent, the county magistrate couldn't help but clenched his fists, sweating for Bai Jinchu and the others.

If those bandits really killed King Xian and others, then the next one to suffer would be himself.

No, he must hurry up and inform King Xian and the others so that they can be mentally prepared.

Thinking about it, the county magistrate smiled stiffly, and saluted the magistrate: "My lord is brilliant! In this way, no matter what the outcome is, there will be no mistakes."

Hearing the county magistrate's words, the magistrate turned his head and gave him a sideways glance.

In this situation, he doesn't like to hear others flatter him.

"Get off!"

The magistrate's voice suddenly came out of his mouth.

The county magistrate met his eyes, saluted him immediately, and stepped back quickly.

Coming out of the magistrate's mansion, the county magistrate immediately went to the inn.

But when he came to the second floor of the inn, he found that there was no one in Bai Jinchu's room.

Strange, where could they go?
With doubts, the county magistrate came out of the inn.

As soon as he left, the inn heard the voice of a beggar.

"Quick, quick, His Royal Highness is serving porridge outside the ruined temple in the old forest."

(End of this chapter)