Chapter 108: Meeting enemies [please give me monthly votes]


    After returning to the room, I found traces of being turned.


    Only one piece of waste paper for practicing calligraphy is missing.


    Qi Shan didn''t know what he thought of, and a disdainful and contemptuous sneered over the corner of his lips, and the cold light in his eyes was so cold that he had a murderous intent.


    In the blink of an eye, he returned to expressionless face.


    Meow~~~


    The little Su Shang pulled out his clothes.


    As soon as he lowered his head, he bumped into those wet, water-green eyes. The owner of these eyes was meowing softly, as if asking Qi Shan where he had been going all day. Qi Shan bent down and picked it up, and smiled and touched Su Shang''s little nose with the tip of his nose.


    "Su Shang, do you miss my dad?"


    The cat couldn''t understand human words, but just grabbed his sleeve with his claws.


    Qi Shan laughed silently: "Okay, okay, your nose is so good that you can smell wherever you hide. Eat it, eat it, don''t bother my dad for the time being, my dad will take you to your new house tomorrow."


    As he said that, he took out the dried fish he had bought from his sleeves and passed by the market.


    Qi Shan first shoveled Su Shang''s **** first, and then packed his bags.


    Just as I tied my bags, panicked footsteps came from outside the house. The old woman said anxiously: "Qi Langjun, it''s not good-"


    “What’s wrong?”


    The old woman was so anxious that she sweated on her forehead.


    He pulled Qi Shan''s wrist and wanted to send him to the back door.


    "A friend came outside the house, and asked him to ask for a surname."


    Qi Shan pulled his hand back, but he tried again if he failed, but he still couldn''t. He had to say, "Don''t be distracted. Old lady, please relax. Tell the people outside the house, let me change my clothes."


    The old woman was so anxious that she wanted to stamp her feet, but she also knew that the visitor was not good, and most of the people were blocking the back door. He had to obey Qi Shan''s instructions, and the visitor said it was okay: "Mr. Qi can come out as long as he needs to."


    If you don’t come out, don’t blame them for being polite.


    The people he brought were all brave warriors, the lowest was the last official, the highest was the fifth-class doctor, and the highest was the guest minister who was paid by the county government with high salaries. This private house has been surrounded by layers, ensuring that even a mosquito cannot fly out, let alone a living person!


    After about a quarter of an hour, Qi Shan restored his familiar appearance and specially wore a tea-white Confucian shirt, a jade crown on his head, and a dark blue silhouette on his waist. As soon as he appeared, dozens of breaths locked him, and Su Shang in Huai let out a shrill cry.


    Feeling the uneasy and furious Su Shang under his palm, Qi Shan put away his smile, and his eyes filled with starry light suddenly became cold, and his tone was cold: "Please please stop your momentum, don''t scare my Su Shang."


    "You are Qixiang, Mr. Qi Yuanliang?"


    "Yes, which one do you belong to? How can you not even send a visitor? Is this the rules and etiquette taught by your government?"


    "The youngest one is the steward of the county government. I am ordered by the Lord of the Mansion to ask the sir to come and talk to the mansion." The man said that his attitude was very low, but his arrogant attitude and the disdain between his eyebrows and eyes were obviously not the case. "Please move."


    Qi Shan sneered: "Okay, please lead the way."


    The butler was shocked and seemed to have never expected Qi Shan to be so easy to talk to.


    According to the attitude of the county magistrate, the "prayer for good" he wanted to invite should not be a good person. After serving the county magistrate for so many years, I have never seen the county magistrate be so afraid of someone, and I wish I could stand up all the stabs on my body.


    Not long after, the sedan chair stopped in front of the county government.


    Under the guidance of the maid, I passed through the Jiuqu corridor and finally arrived at the destination of this trip. From a distance, I saw the candlelight in the hall, the melodious silk bamboo floating into Qishan''s ears in the wind, and the corners of my lips were smiling and a little ridiculous.


    The butler took a few steps quickly and prayed to the hall to spread it.


    Silk and bamboo stopped and the singing and dancing left the venue.


    Qi Shan stepped into the main hall, bypassed the screen, and brought the expressions of everyone in the hall into his eyes. The person sitting in the head was the governor of Sibao County, who was the old enemy who was praying for goodness. Six guest seats and five strange faces. Judging from their clothes and age, most of the five are local families and celebrities in Xiaocheng, and their only acquaintance is Zhai Le''s cousin, Zhai Huan.


    The latter also looked at him with surprise.


    Qi Shan nodded slightly at him, saying hello.


    Zhai Huan smiled.


    "I pray for good and good, I have met the county magistrate."


    Qi Shan turned his attention to the governor of the Four Treasure County in the main position.


    A small discussion sounded in the hall. Everyone was puzzled. The distinguished guest invited by the county magistrate solemnly was actually a strange civilian scholar, and it looked nothing special.


    The county magistrate''s eyes swept over the Wenxin bells on Qi Shan''s waist, and the dark blue bells were particularly eye-catching against the hem of the tea-white clothes. His eyes stagnated, and hesitated on Qi Shan''s face again, without any trace of familiarity, and hesitated: "Your name is Qi Shan, your name is Yuanliang?"


    Qi Shan bowed his head respectfully: "That''s right."


    "Can you get closer?"


    Qi Shan stepped forward a dozen steps, only a few steps away from the county magistrate. He raised his head openly. Su Shang in his arms poked his head curiously, looked at it and then retracted his head back.


    The county magistrate saw Su Shang''s pupils shrink.


    "Is this the raccoon slave you raised?"


    Qi Shan smiled and said, "That''s right."


    Perhaps when Su Shang heard the familiar pronunciation, he also meowed and responded, and the meal was quiet, as if the mute button was pressed.


    They didn''t expect someone to bring the cat to the county magistrate''s banquet.


    The county magistrate asked several questions in succession, such as how to deal with people, how old they are, and the population in their families. The more others listened, the more confused they became, and they couldn''t understand where the county magistrate played. They couldn''t help but complain. The interrogation was so clear, was the county magistrate going to protect the media for Qishan?


    At this time, a few orange cats that had come out of nowhere moved flexibly and rushed straight to Qishan, which scared everyone.


    "This is…"


    "Where did the cat come from?"


    The maid was also scared and almost knocked over the fruit plate he brought up.


    Qishan said, "Nothing is wrong."


    He took out two dried fish from his sleeve.


    "It was probably attracted by the smell in the grass-roots sleeves."


    The county magistrate watched Qi Shan''s hands contact the orange cat''s fur. Qi Shan had no response, so he restrained his strange expression and scolded the maid to take care of Maoer and frightened the distinguished guest. He asked someone to take the orange cat down and invite Qi Shan to sit down.


    "I don''t know what the county magistrate asked the people to come over?"


    "I admire Mr.''s painting for a long time."


    Qi smiled meaningfully.


    "The painting of the grass people?"


    He has been writing for many years, and his recent painting is still a secret painting of helping Shen Xiaolangjun capture a knife and paint on his strokes. I admire such a painting?


    "I occasionally see you and love you very much. I heard that my husband was passing by Xiaocheng, so I came to the door offense and wanted to ask for Mobao, but the people below would be wrong. If there is any inconsideration, please forgive me."


    Qi Shan stood up, looking flattered.


    The two of them exchanged polite greetings again.


    Hearing Qi Shan say that he was going to leave Xiaocheng in the past two days, the county magistrate took advantage of the situation to make a request, hoping that Qi Shan could paint on the spot, but fulfill his wish. If he was willing, he would pay a lot of money and be polite at the beginning until he saw a plate of gold ingots brought by his maid.


    His eyes lit up and he changed his words and agreed.


    Seeing this, other guests curled their lips disdainfully.


    Such people who are jealous of money, no matter how good the painting skills are, they are full of worldly stinking money. They are hard to have spiritual energy. I really don’t know what the county magistrate wants.


    What is the county magistrate looking for?


    He didn''t know what he was trying to do either.


    The man he knew was named Qi, his name was Shan, his name was Yuanliang, and his literary heart was white. He had a beautiful appearance, a handsome figure, a reserved and arrogant temperament, and could not rub a grain of sand in his eyes. He could not tolerate others trampling on his paintings with money.


    The most important thing is—


    Being afraid of cats, if you get approached by a raccoon, you will get rash all over your body.


    In severe cases, it may even cause shock and dying.


    This is a disease brought by the womb, and there is no cure.


    (This chapter ends)