Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

When Gu Panxia stopped, she saw everyone staring at her in dumbfounded expressions.

She coughed lightly and whispered: "Why are you still dazed? Come with me quickly!"

A group of people were brought back to their senses by her voice, and they hurriedly followed her without asking any more questions.

Beiming raised his head from time to time, looking at the slender figure walking in the front with admiration.

This woman's skills are simply better than the young master of his family. No wonder she holds the position of leader of the martial arts alliance at such a young age.

Gu Panxia brought a group of people to the back door of the government office. There was almost no one guarding the back door except for a dozing government servant. Gu Panxia knocked on the back of his neck and the man lay down softly.

Bei Ming stepped forward and opened the door, allowing others to leave first.

Gu Panxia stopped and said to Beiming, "Take them back, and I'll go to the lobby to see how the situation is."

Beiming nodded. After seeing Gu Panxia's skills, he no longer worried about what would happen to her.

As for Lu Yuan, Ji Yue and others, he is not worried anymore.

With the skills of those few people, even without him, the people in this government office couldn't do anything to them.

After Bei Ming walked out of the back door, Gu Panxia closed the back door and walked quickly towards the lobby.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the lobby, she saw the prefect being held by Zhao Bin and Ji Yue from one side to the other. He struggled from time to time, with a look of fear on his face.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Lu Yuan, you are using lynching, which is against the law!"

Lu Yuan sneered, stood up from the lobby, and walked straight towards him.

"Lynching?" He raised his eyebrows and continued: "You colluded with King Annan, accepted bribes, and privately raised taxes. The last two are just that. The first one alone is enough to punish your nine tribes!"

He paused and then said: "If Your Majesty knows about this matter, I'm afraid it won't just be as simple as killing the Nine Clans."

In this world, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that life is worse than death.

King Annan and the ministers related to him in the dynasty, those who committed minor crimes were all punished by the Nine Tribes, while those who committed major crimes were sentenced to exile.

The men were sent to southern Xinjiang as slaves, and the women were sent to serve as military prostitutes.

The prefect's face instantly turned horribly pale. He was not afraid of death, but his family...

He stopped struggling, knelt down suddenly, and kept kowtowing to Lu Yuan: "I beg you, Prince Yi, to spare your life. I deserve to die. I have offended Prince Yi. I voluntarily resigned from my official post and returned to my hometown. I will never return to the city again." !”

He doesn't want to die, let alone be killed by the Nine Clan!

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan opened his thin lips and slowly uttered two words: "It's too late!"

Since he dared to do it, he had to think of the consequences. He considered himself not a soft-hearted person.

When the Lord Magistrate heard this, his body trembled suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground slumped.

Although Gu Panxia didn't know what they had said before, she didn't ask any more questions.

For some things, she only cares about the results, not the process.

Lu Yuan left the prefect's affairs to Zhao Bin to handle personally. He, Gu Panxia, ​​and Ji Yue returned to Gourmet Meike.

Before leaving, he said coldly to Zhao Bin: "Take it to death, and no one related to this matter will be spared!"

As soon as the three of them stepped into the backyard, they saw Bei Ming carrying a water bag and sitting in front of the stone table in a daze.

He seemed to hear the footsteps of the three people. He woke up suddenly and looked over defensively. When he saw that it was one of his own, his expression relaxed and he stood up and walked up.

"Young Master, girl, are you back?"

Jiyue didn't react much to what he ignored, and just stood aside silently.