The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 533 Where's Your Sword?Lend me a use!
The magistrate froze, looked up at Feng Qingcheng standing in front of him, his face changed slightly, "It's you? Why are you here?"

"Of course I came to settle accounts with you!" Feng Qingcheng kicked him to the ground, hugged him with both hands, and put on a bully look, "Aren't you tired of work, you old man? How dare you make up your mind? Our heads?"

The county magistrate rolled his eyes and hurriedly explained, "You have misunderstood! I think you two are outstanding talents, and I want to recruit you!"

"Solicitation?" Feng Qingcheng twitched the corners of her mouth and said with a sneer, "Who uses drugs to recruit people? Who are you fooling?"

The county magistrate looked at her handsome face full of anger, and coughed lightly, "After you solved the case yesterday, I thought about it and thought that if Luohe Town had talents like you, who would dare to commit crimes? But, you guys I don't want to stay, and I don't want to let you go, I have no choice but to do such a bastard thing!"

"Helpless?" Listening to his sophistry, Feng Qingcheng raised her foot and stepped on his face, "You really don't cry when you see the coffin! Your magistrate, as far as I know, since three years ago, you have been everywhere Ask someone to match your daughter, but it’s a pity that every time the man sees her, he will refuse the marriage with various reasons. Some people even shut the door and pretend to be sick at home for three months because they don’t want to marry your daughter. See We are all foreigners, so we have a twisted mind and want to force us to marry your daughter. You have taken a heavy dose of drugs. If someone didn't come to rescue us last night, I am afraid that the rice will be cooked today. Oh! You really have a good idea!"

While speaking, Feng Qingcheng stepped on his face with more force.

The entire face of the county magistrate was deformed by the trample, and he could not even speak easily, "Forgive, spare! Two good guys, spare!"

Feng Qingcheng stared at him with lowered eyes, and snorted coldly, "It's too late to beg for mercy now, if I don't teach you a lesson, it will be difficult to quench my anger!"

"I was wrong! You two, I really didn't mean it. Otherwise, you can start whatever you want. As long as I have it here, I will give it to you with both hands!" After the county magistrate finished speaking, he thought of something, and said, " I still have some silver in my house, why don't I order someone to fetch it for you?"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes rolled, and she stepped hard again, "I'm afraid you are not asking people to take money, but to arrest us?"

"Don't dare! Don't worry, I will never tell anyone!"

"Go and get it yourself!" Feng Qingcheng pondered for a moment, and said directly, "Bring the 8000 taels of silver ticket immediately, or I will break your neck!"

The county magistrate suddenly opened his eyes wide, "What, what? 8000 taels?"

"Too little?" Feng Qingcheng twitched the corners of her mouth, "That's 1 taels! One tael less won't do!"

"This, this..." The county magistrate began to sweat coldly on his forehead, "I'm just a small county magistrate, I can't afford that much money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Qingcheng shouted to the people behind him, "Musang, where is your sword? Lend me to use it!"

"Yes!" Mu Sang drew out the long sword from his waist and handed it to her.

The sharp blade flashed a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.

The county magistrate shrank his pupils and said anxiously, "I'll go! I'll go get the 1 taels of silver bill right away!"

Feng Qingcheng thrust the sword into the ground with his backhand, and the blade stood less than half an inch from the tip of his nose, "If you dare to play tricks, I will prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow!"

"No, dare not!" The county magistrate was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, he just wanted to send these plague gods out of the mansion quickly.

When Feng Qingcheng moved his foot away, he went to the bedroom, took out all the private money he had hidden, and handed it to her respectfully, "This is a 1 taels of silver bill."

Feng Qingcheng looked at his heartbroken expression and felt very happy. She took the bank note and said with a smile, "It's over, let's go."

　Two more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)