The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

Chapter 107 Qing'an County Magistrate Zhao Fuhu

Shangguan Ziling hummed softly and snuggled in his arms, her eyelids opening and closing. Seeing that she was tired, Mo Shaoxie said nothing more. He patted her back gently, and Shangguan Ziling fell asleep soon.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep, Mo Shaoxie gently put her in the carriage, covered her with a quilt, and then got out of the carriage.

As soon as Mo Shaoxie got out of the carriage, his aura changed instantly.

Mo Feng walked over and saluted, but Mo Shaoxie stopped him from speaking with his hand.

Mo Shaoxie glanced at the carriage and walked over.

Mo Feng followed behind, and Mo Shaoxie stopped under a big tree. Mo Feng respectfully called out, "Master."

Mo Shaoxie said calmly: "I'm injured."

Mo Feng lowered his head and said: "I only suffered some minor injuries."

Mo Shaoxie said coldly: "It's useless."

"How many men in black are there this time?" Mo Shaoxie asked dangerously.

"My lord, there were a total of three hundred people this time, all of them were death warriors, and they have all been killed, all thanks to the princess. If the princess hadn't given the archers in the dark the muscle-softening powder, our people would have suffered even more casualties. Five of our people died, twenty-one were seriously injured, and the rest were almost all slightly injured. This is all thanks to the princess," Mo Feng said with his head down.

Mo Shaoxie's breath softened as he listened to Mo Feng praising his Ling'er.

Then he saw that the secret guards were all bandaged with wounds, and Mo Shaoxie's breath turned cold again. Mo Shaoxie's voice was icy and piercing: "Oh, what a generous gesture, you really think highly of me."

"Mo Feng, take my token and go to the county town to find the county magistrate and report the case that I was assassinated in Qingfeng Valley," Mo Shaoxie said coldly.

"Yes, master." Mo Feng took the token and left in a hurry.

Half an hour later, Zhao Fuhu, the county magistrate of Qing'an County, hurriedly brought a team of yamen runners and followed Mo Feng to Qingfeng Valley.

Zhao Fuhu got off the horse in a panic, stumbled and nearly fell, luckily his master was quick to help him.

He waved his hand to show that he was fine, then trotted all the way to Mo Shaoxie and knelt down with a plop. The legal advisor and a group of yamen runners behind him also hurried forward and knelt down.

At this time, Zhao Fuhu was already sweating profusely, and said tremblingly: "I didn't know that the Regent was coming to Qing'an County, so I failed to greet you from afar. Please forgive me." His voice trembled, and he was obviously intimidated by Mo Shaoxie's identity and majesty.

Mo Shaoxie had a blank expression on his face and said in a cold voice: "This king was assassinated in Qingfeng Valley. You should quickly write a memorial to the court." His tone was cold and unquestionable, and he was obviously giving an order.

When Zhao Fuhu heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that this matter was of great importance and concerned his future and life. He hurriedly responded, "I obey your orders!"

Mo Shaoxie stood quietly aside, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking about a deeper problem. The whole scene was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Mo Shaoxie said in a deep voice: "Get up, go and deal with the bodies of these men in black."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuhu immediately responded, "Yes!" He turned around and ordered the yamen runners to take action and begin clearing the bodies on the battlefield.

The Qingfeng Valley was filled with blood and corpses were scattered everywhere. The scene was too tragic to bear. The yamen runners were solemn as they silently carried the corpses. They carefully avoided the pools of blood and scattered weapons on the ground.

Suddenly, a yamen runner came running over with a pale face and whispered, "Sir, there are densely packed corpses in the dark forest over there." His voice trembled, and he was obviously shocked by the scene before him.

Zhao Fuhu's face changed drastically when he heard this. He originally thought that there were enough corpses here, but he didn't expect that there were more corpses hidden deep in the forest.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, secretly thanking God that nothing happened to the Regent, which also proved that the Regent was really powerful.

He calmed himself down and ordered the yamen runners to move all the bodies to an open area for centralized disposal. Upon hearing this, the yamen runners all took action, some went deep into the dense forest to move the bodies, while others sorted the bodies in the open area.

As time went by, the pile of corpses on the open ground became higher and higher. The faces of the yamen runners showed fatigue and heaviness. They silently bore this heavy burden without any complaints or slacking off.

Finally, all the bodies were moved to the open space. Zhao Fuhu looked at the pile of bodies, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that the appearance of these men in black was no accident. He glanced at Mo Shaoxie's back and immediately turned his head. Fortunately, nothing happened in the area under his jurisdiction. Otherwise, his tenure as county magistrate would be over.

The Qingfeng Valley was filled with corpses of people in black. The smell of blood and death mixed together, making people sick. Some yamen runners couldn't stand it and ran to the side to vomit. Zhao Fuhu looked at the scene in front of him, frowning, and felt troubled. How should he deal with so many corpses?

At this moment, the carriage curtain opened, Shangguan Ziling stretched and walked down. She saw the densely packed corpses in the distance at a glance, and goose bumps suddenly appeared. Mo Shaoxie saw this, quickly walked to her side, hugged her, turned around, and said gently: "Ling'er is awake."

Shangguan Ziling nodded, pointed at the corpses, and asked, "How are you going to deal with so many corpses?" Mo Shaoxie looked grim, and replied in a low voice, "Ling'er, don't worry about this."

Shangguan Ziling thought about it and suggested in a low voice: "Mo Shaoxie, let's burn it with fire!"

Mo Shaoxie heard this, a gleam of approval flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and said, "Okay, listen to Ling'er." Then he turned to Mo Feng and ordered, "Go and ask Zhao Fuhu to burn all the bodies."

"Yes!" Mo Feng took the order and walked to Zhao Fuhu to convey his master's order.

Zhao Fuhu was relieved when he heard this. He was worried about how to deal with so many corpses, and now he had a solution, which made him feel much more relaxed.

Therefore, Zhao Fuhu immediately ordered the yamen runners to collect firewood and prepare to burn the bodies of the men in black.

Soon, piles of firewood were built, and the blazing flames gradually devoured the bodies. Black smoke billowed up, accompanied by bursts of burning smells and crackling sounds, and this brutal battle seemed to have finally come to an end.

Shangguan Ziling snuggled in Mo Shaoxie's arms, standing beside the carriage, watching the black smoke billowing up, smelling the burnt smell in the air, an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.

The black smoke, like huge black dragons, rolled and twisted in the air, as if to cover the entire sky in darkness. It continued to spread and rise, carrying the breath of death and the aftertaste of blood, making people feel deeply depressed and uncomfortable.