The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

"My name is Zhu Ming."

The little guy put his hands on his hips and said with a smug look:

"This is an imperial envoy bestowed by my father, the Emperor, specifically to deal with you corrupt officials."

Zhu Ming?

Prince of the Ming Dynasty?

Imperial Envoy?

Qian Youde was taken aback for a moment.

Immediately afterward, he refused to believe it no matter what.

"impossible!"

He shouted excitedly, "I've never heard of a prince named Zhu Ming, let alone an imperial envoy!"

"You must be an imposter, right? You must be an imposter!!"

Zhu Ming pursed his lips unhappily.

He finally managed to show off his skills in front of others, but there were still people who didn't recognize him.

The little guy was just about to take out the imperial edict his father had given him from his pocket.

All that was heard was a muffled "bang!"

Qian Youde was thrown more than ten meters away and lay motionless on the ground like a rag doll.

Everyone turned to look.

They discovered that Fan Changyu was extending her right hand, with an air pistol that Zhu Ming had given her for self-defense on her index finger.

It was she who fired the shot just now.

Zhu Ming stopped what he was doing, tilted his head in confusion, and asked:

"Sister Fan, didn't you say you wanted him to suffer terribly?"

"Why did you suddenly change your mind again?"

Fan Changyu turned around, bent her knees slightly, and squatted down to be at Zhu Ming's eye level. She explained softly, "I'm worried that things might get complicated if I wait too long!"

"And I don't want to trouble the Sixth Prince anymore."

After she finished speaking, her gaze towards Zhu Ming was filled with gratitude and tenderness.

"I already owe the Sixth Prince enough favors. If I continue to owe him any more, I don't know how many lifetimes it will take to repay them."

Zhu Ming waved his hand dismissively.

"Sister Fan, didn't you hear what I just said?"

"I am an imperial envoy personally appointed by my father, specifically to investigate corrupt officials."

"Even if it has nothing to do with you, as long as this person is not a good official, I will still deal with him."

Upon hearing this, Fan Changyu's expression froze instantly.

She had been convinced that Zhu Ming's claim of being an imperial envoy was a fabrication to swindle money from Qian Youde.

So you're telling me you're real!

Didn't she act too soon?

She slowly turned her head and looked at Qian Youde, who was lying motionless on the ground not far away, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes.

Too early!

If she had known that Zhu Mingzhen was an imperial envoy, she should have made him openly and honestly escort Qian Youde back and execute him in a public manner.

Instead of shooting her dead like this, which only made her seem guilty, she should have done something wrong.

Beside her, Xu Miaoyun let out a cold laugh.

Just now, because of the positioning issue,

Fan Changyu squatted down with his back to her.

So when she squatted down, her round, big buttocks, like a millstone, came into Xu Miaoyun's view.

The key point is that Fan Changyu not only has a big butt, but also an exceptionally thin waist.

A slim waist and full hips create a striking contrast.

This made Xu Miaoyun extremely envious.

That's why she's so gloating when she sees Fan Changyu getting his comeuppance.

Then, Fan Changyu got up and walked to Qian Youde's side to check his breathing.

It's out of breath.

Dead beyond dead.

After confirming that Qian Youde was dead.

The group did not immediately turn around and leave.

Zhu Ming glanced around and found a clean, open space.

Then he put his hand into his pocket.

He rummaged around.

First, he took out a large table.

Then he pulled out a few more stools.

Finally, pull out a food cloth and spread it on the table.

"Whoosh—"

A steaming hot pot appeared out of nowhere in the center of the table.

The red oil sizzles and bubbles, filling the air with its aroma.

Zhu Ming rubbed his hands together, looking excited.

"Come on, everyone, stop standing around and let's eat hot pot!"

Fan Changyu: "..."

Xu Miaoyun: "..."

Xiaoyu: "..."

The three looked at each other, speechless.

You just killed someone and then immediately started eating hot pot?

How big is that heart?

Zhu Ming didn't care about any of that and started cooking mutton in the hot pot.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and sit down and eat!"

"It won't taste good when it's cold!"

Meanwhile, in the backyard of the county government office.

The county magistrate was sitting with his legs crossed, playing cards around a stone table with several of his concubines.

"A complete sweep!"

"Haha, another sweep!"

The county magistrate pushed the dominoes in front of him aside, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

"Looks like my luck is on my side today!"

Just then.

A constable stumbled in, his face deathly pale, stammering, "Sir! Something terrible has happened!!"

The county magistrate frowned, his face full of displeasure.

"What kind of behavior is this, all this panic and commotion?"

Seeing this, a concubine nearby quickly picked up a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"Sir, please calm down and have some tea."

The magistrate took the teacup, lifted the lid, and slowly took a sip.

The tea hadn't even been swallowed yet.

Then the bailiff said in a trembling voice:

"County Magistrate Qian... County Magistrate Qian... he's been killed!!"

"puff--"

The magistrate spat out his tea, which drenched the yamen runner's head.

The yamen runners kneeling on the ground dared not speak out in anger, just like Da Chun.

The county magistrate slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"What did you say?!"

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

But then,

He sat back down, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"wrong……"

"That old fox Qian Youde is incredibly cunning; how could he possibly die so easily?"

The county magistrate sneered and stroked his beard.

"Is he testing me?"

"Do you want to see my reaction when I hear he's dead?"

He waved his hand impatiently and said to the constable in front of him:

"Go back and tell Qian Youde not to try that on me."

"Trying to test me? He's still too green."

The constable was so anxious he was almost in tears.

"M-Sir! It's true!"

"County Magistrate Qian is really dead!"

"He was murdered in public right in front of the county government office!"

"Many people saw it!"

The smile on the county magistrate's face slowly froze.

He stared at the bailiff and asked, word by word:

"Are you sure? Qian Youde is really dead?"

"It's absolutely true, sir!"

"You're not lying to me?"

"How many heads do you have to lie to adults?!"

The county magistrate remained silent for a few seconds.

suddenly--

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

He laughed loudly, so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes.

The concubines looked at each other, too frightened to utter a sound.

Has the master gone mad?

Little did they know.

This county magistrate was nominally the head of the county, a dignified seventh-rank official.

However, since taking office, he has been constrained and hampered in every way.

That old bastard Qian Youde was all respectful to him on the surface, but behind his back he colluded with several powerful local families to sideline him.

He was said to be the county magistrate.

In reality, they didn't even have the right to sign or affix their seals.

Now, Qian Youde is dead.

The mountain that had been pressing down on him finally collapsed.

How could he not laugh?

The magistrate laughed for a while before finally stopping.

The constable asked cautiously, "Sir, what should we do now?"

The county magistrate wiped the corner of his eye and adjusted his official hat.

"Go and gather the men now!"

"Come with me to see which righteous man... no, which bandit dared to murder a government official in broad daylight!"

In my excitement, I almost blurted out what was on my mind!

"Walk!"

The magistrate flicked his sleeves and strode out.

His steps were so light, as if he were going to receive a reward; there was not a trace of grief over the loss of his subordinate.