To the west of the county government office, there are lush forests and bamboo trees.

In an exquisite mansion that doesn't look luxurious on the outside, but is magical inside, Tang Wencai, who is over thirty years old, is still not sleepy at all.

Don't look at Baling County. Some time ago, there were serial murders of flowers, demons and cannibals, revenge of basilisks, and even gang fights. All kinds of chaos show that this place is by no means a peaceful place to live, even if you have a small fortune.

Even if you are a wealthy person, you cannot guarantee that you will be able to live a good life.

You never know when an unexpected disaster will happen.

However, these worries do not include Tang Wencai.

He had his back against the county government office, and as the county magistrate's personal boy, no one dared to mess with him under normal circumstances, even if he was walking sideways in Baling.

Yes, he is Shi Mo.

It has been called this name for twenty years.

For such a long time, he even forgot his own surname and could no longer remember his parents' surnames.

After being sold to the Wen family at the age of nine, he had one and only one name.

It's "Shi Mo".

"Even if I am just a book boy for the rest of my life, what's wrong? A few years ago, some people still talked about some embarrassing things I did back then. It's a pity that those people are now cold.

As for me, although I don’t have any position now, let alone a great status...but, go and ask, which wealthy family in Baling dares not to call me brother?"

Tang Wencai sat up in his clothes with cold eyes. Lying on the bed was his eighth concubine, the third concubine of the Baling royal family.

Logically speaking, the Wang family has great financial resources and cannot afford to curry favor with the county magistrate's book boy. However, the Wang family's business has been suppressed at every turn some time ago. Even the younger members of the family were attacked by bandits when they left the city and died.

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The head of the Wang family is also a sensible person. After asking around, he found out that there was a certain book boy who was unknown and had no identity, and he was attracted to his third daughter...

The development of the matter was very dramatic. One night, the head of the Wang family personally came forward to invite the scholar to a banquet. He also presented his third daughter to her with a smile on his face, and told her to flatter her well.

"Some things are so cruel. This person has to believe in evil. No matter how courageous he is, it's useless..."

Tang Wencai glanced at the beautiful girl who was covered in bruises, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on the girl's face, smoothed her frowning frown due to pain and fear, and said with a smile: "I remember, your second brother is a

He was so brave that after drinking, he talked about me with some younger brothers, saying that because I sell my butt well, I dare to bully others. Do you think he is right?"

"No, no... He is not my second brother, he is just a fool. He is already dead. He was killed by bandits."

The girl endured the heart-wrenching headache and did not dare to show any anger on her purple face. Instead, she forced out a smile to please her and said, "It would be a good death for that person, and it would be a good thing for the whole Wang family to die."

"Haha, you also think that selling one's ass well is a skill, right? Everyone knows it, but no one dares to say it. Why do you think it is? With the protection of the county magistrate, whoever says it will die."

"yes……"

The girl didn't know how to reply at all.

She was afraid that if she said a few more words, she would be beaten to death by this "master".

In total, she was the eighth concubine, but the seventh concubine in front of her was already dead.

I don’t know the specific cause of death. I heard that he was buried randomly in the backyard garden. The flowers grew very brightly.

"Sir, the county magistrate suddenly lost his temper. He is drinking wine and said he wanted to write a letter..."

Just as Tang Wencai's expression gradually turned ferocious, an anxious message came from outside the door.

The sound hit my ears.

Tang Wencai shuddered, stood up quickly, and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he kicked him so hard that he flew two feet away and spurted blood from his mouth.

"How many times have I told you not to shout too loudly when you call me master? There is only one master in Baling. Do you know that if anyone hears it, you will kill me?"

He took a long breath, shrank his neck, bowed his waist slightly, his figure became more obscene, and his face was filled with a bright smile like a chrysanthemum. He hurriedly walked to the door, chanting as he walked: "

The master still needs me, so I must go and serve him quickly, and I must not delay his important event."

Soon, Tang Wencai arrived at the backyard of the county government office. With a humble and respectful face, he served the county lord Wen Zhongguang sincerely and carefully. He poured him tea and gently ground the ink... and he did so lightly.

He stood behind Wen Zhongguang and stretched out his small fist to gently hit his master on the shoulder.

Wen Zhongguang's frown relaxed a little, and he sighed contentedly: "Shi Mo, you still know how to serve people. Alas, these days are getting more and more difficult. Unexpectedly, that Zhang Bailing turned out to be a climate change

, there is nothing the Qingyu Gang can do to him."

"Don't worry, sir. Over the years, so many tyrannical thugs have been showing off their power, but they have turned into grass and lonely graves one by one... With the name of the imperial court, even if you give him ten courages, he will not dare to do any harm to the county government.

.As long as we invite experts, how can this beast continue to cause trouble?"

"Shi Mo, you still understand me. It's a pity that Taoist Sangmu didn't unite with the masters of the Qingyu Gang to hide and attack secretly. Instead, he went to deal with the girl from the White Dragon Society. As a result, the good situation was ruined...

…With such carelessness, if he hadn’t been hiding in the Wen Family Courtyard all these years, I’m afraid he would have been dead for who knows how long.”

Wen Zhongguang sighed. After all, Taoist Sangmu had lived in the Wen family for a long time, and they had some feelings for each other.

It's a pity that if you want to do some shady things in the future, you won't have many means. I really don't know what to say.

"Take this letter, seal it, and send it to Bodhi Courtyard. I can't bear to let the child go to trap the wolf. There are some things that I can't worry about anymore."

Of course, the book boy was not just a book boy. Tang Wencai also secretly trained some good spies and spies. He might not be able to deal with gangsters, but he was good at bullying ordinary people or running errands to find out information.

"Deliver a message?"

Tang Wencai bent down and took it respectfully, gently blowing dry the dripping ink, and inadvertently glanced at the contents with his peripheral vision.

Wen Zhongguang's handwriting is full of vigor and vitality. I have read it thousands of times over the years and it is very easy to recognize.

"Seeing the words is like seeing the face, Master Guangfa..."

He looked at the ten lines at a glance and thought that the master wanted to invite Zen Master Guangfa from Bodhi Court to come and teach the Dharma. It would be best if there was a master accompanying him.

'This is a serious crime of violating the laws of the imperial court and accidentally confiscating a house and exterminating an entire family. How dare you be so bold? I don't know what you can rely on?'

'Could it be that in order to save his life, he already wants to make a desperate move and completely sell Baling County to those monks? If so, what about me? I have been a humble dog-like servant for so many years, just waiting to find an official position.

, isn’t it all in vain? It’s a pity that I have secretly learned a lot of poetry and articles for so many years, and before I can show off my talents, I am going to be on the run and become a criminal?'

'No, if it really comes to a critical juncture, the county magistrate may be able to take the children with him and take them under the protection of the Bodhi Courtyard. When the imperial army comes, these young servants like me will all be dead.'

The more Tang Wencai thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. His bent waist did not straighten up for a while.

He didn't realize that an illusory figure had quietly entered his mind when he received the letter.

When he raised his head to look again, the face of the county master seemed to have become extremely ferocious, as if he had returned to eighteen years ago, when the master was not a master, but a young master.

One day, because the woman he admired despised and reviled him, the young master felt depressed, so he took out his anger on himself...

From then on, Tang Wencai died, leaving only a twisted, struggling book boy called Shi Mo.

There is only one loyal dog of the Wen family.

"Why? Why? Just because your Wen family is rich, you can humiliate and make people unable to stand up?"

"For so many years, I have been loyal and endured humiliation, but I was not able to get an official position. Not to mention the chief clerk, I would have been a master. Could it be that I was born to be a servant?"

A surge of anger, for some unknown reason, rushed straight to his forehead. Thinking of the pain he had endured for so many years, Tang Wencai decided he couldn't bear it anymore.

He looked at the hot tea that was boiling on the stove. He suddenly lifted it up and poured it on the head of the county magistrate.

"ah……"

A shrill roar.

Wen Zhongguang was so burned that he jumped like a toad, and even his chair fell to the ground.

He rolled and crawled on the ground, looked at his book boy in fear, and screamed: "Someone, kill him."

This is simply impossible to guard against.

I just handed over the letter and picked up a Book of Songs, trying to calm myself down and refine my sentiments.

It has to be said that the county magistrate still pays great attention to personal cultivation. Although the situation in Baling is very unfavorable, he is not panic at all, thinking of various ways to break the situation and thinking about the future.

Unexpectedly, he was showered with boiling water without noticing the boy's behavior.

As soon as he saw the blisters, the burning pain made him panic. Isn't this a loss of appearance? How will he see anyone in the future?

Hearing the county magistrate's shout, several figures flashed out from behind the screen, one with a sword and the other with a sword.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the wind is as sharp as cutting.

Tang Wencai's hands and feet were cut off on the spot, and a human stick appeared in the study.

This is Wen Zhongguang's personal bodyguard. He has been a county magistrate for many years and is the emperor of Baling County. He has done countless dirty things that are unknown to the public. Wen Zhongguang naturally has to be on guard.

There are not many dead soldiers who have been trained, there are still about ten or so.

When he saw someone hurting him, he would naturally take action without mercy.

Wen Zhongguang squinted his eyes, and the blisters on his face were swollen. He stepped forward and kicked the scholar's stick, and a terrifying and fierce light burst out from his eyes.

"Who, who ordered you to harm me?"

Shi Mo came to his senses, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't hide the panic in his heart: "Master, I was wronged. I lost my mind for a while, and I definitely had no intention of harming you. You have been loyal to me for so many years. Please let me go."

I have a way out."

"Drag him out and kill him. Don't dirty my study."
To be continued...