MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 257 Great Confucian Gong Liangliao
Chapter 257 The Great Confucian Gong Liangliao
At the same time, Ding Shi's carriage stopped.
The young man strode up to Qin Yao. He just stood still and clasped his fists heavily:
“Ms. Qin, I didn’t expect it to be Qi Xianguan’s carriage before, but now I recognize him, and Liu Ji is also called by name, so we can’t ignore it!”
Qin Yao and his wife asked in unison: "Why?"
The four Dalang brothers and sisters in the car also had the same doubts. Could it be that Qi Xianguan was the Golden Horned King in A Niang's story?
Ding Shi said with full eyes, "If I guessed correctly, there must be another person in the carriage behind Qi Xianguan."
"Who?" Liu Ji looked disdainful: "Who else is worthy of my wife to take action besides me?"
The four brothers and sisters all found it a bit incredible that the child prodigy who could only be seen from a distance across a river was now right in front of them.
There are so many people sleeping in the open tonight, but the yard is only a little big. It’s late and there’s no good place.
Moreover, there is a high probability that they will sleep together in this broken Taoist temple tonight.
As soon as Qin Yao got off her horse, the children gathered around her, concerned about whether she was injured or something.
Qi Xianguan finally dared to let out all the breath he was holding tightly.
The joy he imagined when receiving the other person's gratitude, now it seems that he is simply overthinking it.
The Taoist temple has been out of service for a long time, and the ground inside is full of weeds, growing as tall as a man.
The situation did not allow Qi Xianguan to think for too long. He opened his mouth and was about to order the guards to abandon the carriage and take him and his husband away.
Liu Ji dug his ear, "What kind of scholar, public conscience, or liao? I've never heard of it. Wait! It sounds familiar."
"You guys go in first." Qin Yao winked at Dalang Erlang and took the place to set up the tent.
It was only then that Qi Xianguan discovered that Liu Ji and his party, who he thought had run away, did not run away, but came back to rescue him.
“Liu Ji——”
Qi Xianguan thought for a while, called his personal guard Shi Shi, and together they passed through Liu Ji Dingshi and others and walked towards the Taoist temple gate.
It's just that he is young and has little experience, and his annoyance and anger are all shown on his face.
The Qi family's carriage stopped in front of everyone. Ding Shi, Liu Ji, and Liu Li stepped forward to greet them, introduced themselves to their home, and asked for their concerns.
“Master!” the guards called him loudly, hoping that he would make a decision quickly.
The galloping horse stopped in front of the Taoist temple, and someone was waiting there with a lantern.
Looking at the screaming and wailing refugees lying on the roadside, Qi Xianguan was shocked - he never thought that escaping from the encirclement could be so easy!
“Let’s go! What are you doing standing around!”
Qin Yao waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, and then took a look into the Taoist temple. Several carriages had been removed and placed in the yard.
Turning around to look at the refugees who had already snatched away the grain bags from the carriage but still refused to give up, Qi Xianguan felt so disappointed in human nature for the first time.
When I thought about it, he was not familiar with him, so there was really no need to take the risk to help him.
No way, right?
This roar brought Qi Xianguan's stunned soul back. Regardless of his surprise, he immediately grabbed the carriage door and rushed out under the protection of the guards. "Follow me!" Qin Yao nodded to the young man beside the car door, threw the long bamboo pole back, and knocked over a group of refugees who wanted to catch up.
“Young Master, there is a Taoist temple ahead.” The guard reported.
Liu Ji is excited!
Completely different from the normal state in which Liu J and the others were eager to make good friends with themselves, the woman stood in front of the Taoist temple and looked at the group of them up and down without any scruples.
Dalang and Erlang smiled and nodded, indicating that they understood, and led the twins into the courtyard.
Two fires were lit in the cleared area in the center of the courtyard. The light in the dark night made people feel at ease.
Qi Xianguan looked at the guards who were **** and were almost broken by the refugees, and then looked back at the carriage behind him.
The moonlight was pale. When I looked back, I saw that the refugees chasing behind me had long since disappeared. I don’t know when they were left far behind.
The shadows of the trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, forming a strange scene on the ground.
With a sweep of the long pole, the refugees gathered together were like wheat in a wheat field, all thrown down by the bamboo pole.
"It can't be the famous 53rd generation direct disciple of Mencius, the former emperor of the Han Dynasty, the reincarnation of Zhuge, the miraculous calculation, the plan to defeat a hundred thousand troops to help the emperor regain the mountains and rivers, the weird madman Gong Liangliao!"
The refugees nearby were probably attracted by the turmoil just now. There were no refugees blocking the road along the way.
Then he rode his horse to the front of the motorcade and led Qi Xianguan and his party all the way forward.
But the rescuer was not among these three people, but the woman in green who stood under the orange lantern in front of the Taoist temple.
The long bamboo pole was like a piece of weightless grass in her hands, and she didn't see how much force she exerted. With a flick of her hand left and right, the refugees gathered in front of the carriage were all swept away like fallen leaves. A path was revealed for carriages to pass through.
Unconsciously, the sun sets, and the last ray of rays of rays disappears in the jungle. The road ahead is dark, and only the clatter of horse hooves can be heard as a guide.
Qi Xianguan saw the three carriages speeding towards the outside of the village from a distance, and his heart went cold.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded.
They were under pressure not to hurt anyone, and they did not dare to wield weapons even if they had weapons in their hands. Instead, they were suppressed by the surrounding refugees, which was really frustrating.
Before Qin Yao could ask "Who is Gong Liangxiao?", he grabbed her hand and said, "Madam, save him quickly! We will definitely benefit a lot from saving him!"
The guards looked up in surprise and looked towards the place where the sound came from, only to see a woman in green clothes holding a long bamboo pole riding a horse towards them.
He called him sir in a low voice, but the crowd was noisy and the people in the carriage did not hear the young boy's regretful murmur.
Finally, his eyes fell on the second carriage, which was always quiet.
He gave them food with good intentions, but in the end, he ended up with this result.
Ding Shi glanced at him speechlessly before answering Qin Yao, "It should be the great Confucian Gong Liangxiao!"
However, after entering the door, he turned back and took a curious look at Qi Xianguan and his party who had stopped in front of the Taoist temple.
There is a room for worship in the temple, which is locked. Due to certain taboos, it is not allowed to disturb the gods. Da Zhuang and two guards from the Ding family are dealing with the weeds in the courtyard and preparing to set up a tent in the courtyard for camping tonight.
Qin Yao pushed the people away, and saw that these people actually looked at her motionless with their mouths wide open in surprise, and couldn't help but roar.
Came to Qin Yao and clasped his fists gratefully, "Jingxuan thanks Madam for helping me today. Thanks to Madam, otherwise my husband and I might not be able to escape from the refugees at this time."
Having said this, Qi Xianguan looked up at Qin Yao and found a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. She did not say goodbye or give any compliments. She accepted the thank you graciously.
(End of this chapter)
