Boss Fang naturally refers to the eldest son of the Fang family, Fang Nianjun who was robbed and killed by bandits.

Although Magistrate Li had not yet come here to serve as an official at that time, he also knew about this old story.

Thinking of this old thing, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he was obviously very happy.

"Yes, he has learned his lesson. He is very cunning this time." He said, "He has made us fail several times."

"No matter how long he hides, he will have to come back here. No matter how many roads he chooses, he can't escape from Yanluo Palace." The voice in the prison said with a smile, and as he laughed, there was another violent cough.

"Can you endure it?" County Magistrate Li asked with concern.

The violent coughing lasted for a while before it stopped.

"I can endure it. I've endured it for so many years. I'm still afraid of this last shudder." He said with a hoarse breath.

"Well, you've been wronged." County Magistrate Li said, "But this is the only way to find Master Fang as soon as possible and put an end to the Gordian knot."

The voice inside responded yes.

"Okay, I'll go and wait for news. I estimate that we'll be able to succeed soon. This time they won't be able to escape any further." said County Magistrate Li.

The voice inside responded yes.

County Magistrate Li turned and walked out, and the jailer came back a moment later.

"Dinner is ready, dinner is ready." He shouted, directing the officers to push pots of strange-smelling food into the cell.

A hand reached out from the cell and grabbed him. The handcuffs on it clanked, and there was another clanking sound. He sat cross-legged on the dry grass, and reached out to lift up his weed-like hair, revealing the face of Shopkeeper Song. He lowered his head and ate the food in the bowl in big mouthfuls.

"Just make do with a few meals first. In a few days, you can eat the beheading meal, which is a very sumptuous meal." The jailer said while picking his teeth.

Song Yunping lowered his head and chuckled twice.

"Yes, beheading, beheading. It's going to be beheaded," he said.

The jailer thought he was stupid and crazy and ignored him and walked out humming a little tune.

…

Under the scorching June sun, a cloud of dust was raised on the road, making people look even more dusty.

Now this group of dusty people stood in the sun, looking at the canyon in front of them, standing still, looking even more ferocious.

"Mr. Nine has checked several times and found nothing wrong." Director Gao wiped his sweat off his face and came over to say, "How do you feel now?"

Zhu Zan rolled his eyes at him.

“I just feel bad,” he said.

Along the way, the senior management has clearly understood the meaning of his words.

"Mr. Nine, this is the only way. There is no way around it." The senior manager said helplessly.

Zhu Zan looked ahead and frowned for a moment.

"How many enemies have you made?" he said, "Why are you so restless all the way? I feel a little disappointed with the money I received."

It's been an uneasy journey, but it's all because of you, the old man, who's always on the alert and startled. The senior manager thought to himself.

As for the unrest he had intuitively sensed, he had not seen any of it so far.

The scene fell into silence as usual.

But there is no need to worry. No matter how awkward and quiet the situation is, Zhu Zan can easily continue the topic.

"Forget it." He waved his hands. "If you can't get around it, then just go. No matter what the unrest is, just kill them. I am such a man of blood."

Then why didn’t we just kill the unrest we encountered in the past?

Isn't it because they can't get around that they have to kill him?

Is this also called courage?

Shouldn't being courageous mean doing something even though you know it's impossible?

The senior management felt a little confused.

"That's bullshit courage, that's stupidity." Zhu Zan said, "Why take risks if you can avoid them? To show how brave you are? Being brave is not about being brave enough to die, but about being brave enough to live. Being brave enough to survive in the face of danger is courage."

Is it stupidity? Bravery is not to die. But to be brave to live?

Miss Jun thought in the car that if she knew the truth, she should not rush to the palace to kill the emperor with the hope of dying together, but should she calm down, endure humiliation, and wait for revenge?

She couldn't figure out how to do that.

Whether she pretended not to know or not, the emperor definitely knew. As for the emperor, he would always be on guard against her and her siblings.

Maybe there would be other ways, but Princess Jiuling is already dead, so she shouldn't think about what she would do if she were alive. What she should think about is what Jun Jiuling would do if he were alive.

"Besides." Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows, "Why do you want me to risk my life when I can avoid it? You gave me 12,000 taels of silver and you want to buy my life. Are you stupid or am I stupid?"

I'm stupid, the senior manager said in his heart that I was wrong, you are right.

He looked at Miss Jun in the car.

"Let's do as Mr. Ninth Master says." Miss Jun said.

Miss Jun kept repeating this sentence along the way.

The senior manager responded yes.

"Go, go, line up in front and back," he shouted, spurring his horse forward, "cross the valley."

"Crossing the valley."

The team shouted in unison, one after another, loudly transmitted into the valley and echoed in the valley. On the one hand, this was to clear the way, and on the other hand, if there were any bandits or robbers on the road, it would show that they had more people and make the other side think twice.

Zhu Zan did not ride a horse, but sat in the carriage again, playing with a knife in his hand with some nonchalant look.

There was a crossbow hanging on the side of his horse, covered by a hanging cloth.

Bows and crossbows are weapons controlled by the government and ordinary people cannot get them.

"I feel a little bit disappointed," he said. "I got paid less this time."

"Because of the crossbow?" Miss Jun said.

"Yes, you can even get the crossbow, which shows how powerful you are. You are so powerful that you were forced to flee, which shows that the opponent is even more powerful." Zhu Zan said.

"Actually, we are not running away." Miss Jun said after thinking for a while.

Zhu Zan turned and looked at her with a strange expression.

"Oh my god! I've lost a lot of money." He said suddenly.

Lei Zhonglian couldn't quite understand the conversation between the two.

If not running away, then what is it?

How could I lose money if I didn't run away?

Fortunately, the person in front of me is a chatterbox. Although he is noisy and his words are a bit speechless, sometimes it is still very relaxing to listen to him talk.

He will explain it to you in detail, and of course most of the time he is just trying to make you realize how smart he is and how stupid you are.

"So it was a bait." Zhu Zan said, looking at Miss Jun and then at Fang Chengyu, "You are really brave."

Bait? Lei Zhonglian looked surprised.

What bait?

What to tempt?

A thought flashed through his mind, but this time he didn't wait for Zhu Zan's answer because loud shouts came from all around.

"This road is mine!"

"I planted this tree!"

"If you want to cross this road!"

"Leave some money to buy money on the way!"

One sound after another sounded a little chaotic, but also blended together wonderfully, rising and falling one after another, and for a moment the whole valley was echoing with their voices, like a net falling from the sky, or like a net coming out of the ground.

The marching team became somewhat chaotic, the guards looked surprised, and the horses stopped their hooves and raised their heads to breathe heavily.

Lei Zhonglian stiffened his body and held the reins tightly.

He looked at the people who were popping up on both sides like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, holding knives, guns, sticks, wearing tattered clothes and shouting loudly. In an instant, he felt numb and goosebumps all over his body from head to toe.

This scene was repeated.

These people are here again.

"It's really a big loss." Zhu Zan's voice rang out from the side. He put the knife in his hand to his waist, jumped off the carriage, exhaled and stroked his chin, "This is a lot of firewood."