At this time, a voice came from behind, "Wang!"

The woman turned around and saw a petty official from Northern Xinjiang, so she wanted to kneel down.

The clerk waved his hand, "No need to kneel down. I came here to ask, does your family want to farm or do business? Or", the clerk looked at her husband. "Yanzhou immigrants also need to be governed by people in northern Xinjiang. The people above

Take good care of your home and think carefully about what to do."

The man blurted out, "Can I still be an official?"

This bitch is just a petty official, nothing like an official. The petty officer laughed and said, "Yes!"

The man turned around and knelt down at Yang Xuan's back, "Long live the Duke!"

Yang Xuan's body stagnated for a moment, and then he continued to move forward.

Han Ji looked back and said, "The timing is wrong, otherwise I will be rewarded!"

When Bei Liao weakened, it was time for Bei Xin and Yang Guogong to show their fangs.

At this moment, it's still a little bit boring.

But after someone shouted "Long Live Long Live", the people in the city felt panicked and felt that they had become prisoners, and they couldn't help but shout along.

"Long live the Duke!"

"Long live the Duke!"

"Long live the Duke!"

Han Ji whispered: "Back away!"

Everyone retreats.

Yang Xuan stood alone in the middle.

He slowly looked around.

Looks calm.

The people were like waves of wheat blown down by the strong wind, kneeling down one after another.

"Long live the Duke!"
Chapter completed!