My subjects are too rebellious!

"Did he really help the disaster victims?"

Qian Wanli looked at Qing Bo beside him, and then laughed heartily.

"I didn't expect that Cao Aman is actually a kind-hearted person..."

"Since he wants to save them, then why not... Uncle Qing, send more to him. There are so many disaster victims in this world."

Qing Bo cupped his hands and said softly, "Yes, Master."

He was just about to go downstairs to do his errand, but when he reached the door he met a servant who ran in in a panic.

The moment the servant saw Qing Bo, he immediately knelt down and said in panic: "Butler Qing...something bad has happened...something bad has happened..."

Qing Bo frowned slightly and said in an unhappy tone: "Why are you panicking! With the master here, this family will not fall apart!"

The servant patted his chest and steadied his breath before saying, "Butler Qing, there are Jinyiwei outside the door! We...we can't stop them..."

When Qing Bo heard about the Imperial Guards, his face changed and he quickly asked, "Imperial Guards? How many people are here?"

"Just...one!"

"One? One alone scares you like this?"

Qing Bo was a little sarcastic, looked around, and raised his hands to pat.

Immediately, many swordsmen in black clothes with swords at their waists came out from all directions.

When these people saw Qing Bo, they all bowed and saluted.

"You raise an army for a thousand days but only deploy it for a moment. There's a fool outside. Go chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs."

The servant hurriedly whispered, "But...Butler Qing, that person...that person is a Jinyiwei."

Hearing this, Qing Bo looked at the servant coldly, and then gave a look to the swordsman beside him. The swordsman understood what he meant, and stepped forward and stabbed the servant in the back with a sword.

Seeing the servant lying on the ground and looking at him in disbelief, Qing Bo smiled and said, "Remember what you should and shouldn't say. Don't forget it in your next life."

"Jinyiwei? What Jinyiwei... Jinyiwei has never appeared in our house."

After saying that, Qing Bo waved his hand, and the swordsmen drew their swords and ran towards the front yard.

...

But as soon as they left the front yard, they all retreated back.

There were more than thirty swordsmen, all martial artists employed by the Qian family, and each of them was in a good condition.

But at this moment, they all held their swords, stared at the front as if facing a powerful enemy, and slowly retreated.

Qing Bo looked at this scene, and was surprised at first, then he shouted angrily: "Go! We can't let him get away!"

Then, in front of the thirty-odd swordsmen, there stood a man.

He was wearing a black robe and a red hat, and was over seven feet tall. He held a long sword in his hand, but it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry under the black robe.

After hearing Qing Bo's words, the young man in black robe took a step forward, raised his hands and the black robe slipped off in an instant.

Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly.

He was wearing a simple cotton robe, had a stern face, walked steadily, and the wind blew his long hair.

Looking at the people in front of him who were facing a formidable enemy, he suddenly laughed, his face full of confidence and arrogance. He patted the dust off his body and said, "There is no need for so many people to greet me. The only person I want to see is Qian Wanli."

Qing Bo looked at the black-clad swordsmen around him and instantly regained his confidence.

"Only you?"

"Where did this blind drunkard come from? He is drunk and comes to our house to cause trouble. Come on! No matter if he lives or dies, whoever takes his life will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver."

After saying this, Qing Bo looked confidently at the young man with a knife in front of him.

The young man just curled his lips and chuckled, "Oh? Try it?"

The swordsmen received Qing Bo's order and naturally did not hold back, and rushed towards the young man one after another.

The young man looked at the swordsmen around him and said with a smile: "Remember, my name is Long Yang. Don't give the wrong name when you get to the underworld."

Looking at the black-clad swordsmen coming from all directions, Long Yang instantly soared into the air, spun in the air, swung a sword, forced everyone back, and averted the fatal danger.

Then he swung the long sword, and the dazzling blade light shot up like a gorgeous silver dragon, slashing towards the black-clad swordsmen in front of him.

Long Yang glanced at them indifferently, there was no fear on his face, only a hint of provocation. He held a long sword in his hand, his figure graceful, like a nimble dragon.

The black-clad swordsmen looked fierce, said nothing, and attacked Long Yang together with swords in hand.

The battle was about to break out, with swords flashing and sabers flaring, the scene was extremely intense.

Long Yang's swordsmanship is as agile as a swimming dragon. He is nimble and his sword moves as fast as the wind. Every strike of his sword is accurate and fierce.

He turned defense into offense, blocking left and dodging right, making it difficult for the black-clad swordsmen to resist.

Thirty black-clad swordsmen surrounded Long Yang and kept trying to find his weakness, but they could not find one.

Long Yang’s swordsmanship was sharp, he moved his swords in all directions, not giving the black-clad swordsmen any chance to breathe.

His eyes were like lightning, revealing a hint of contempt and sarcasm, as if he was mocking the incompetence of his opponents.

A crisp sword sound was heard, and a black-clad swordsman was hit in the vitals by Long Yang. He fell to the ground trembling.

Long Yang glanced around coldly, his eyes filled with fighting spirit and murderous intent that others could hardly imagine.

The black-clad swordsmen cried out inwardly that something was wrong. They felt Long Yang's strength and intimidation. Their attacks became weak and they began to retreat gradually.

However, how could Long Yang let them go?

Long Yang took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. He rushed into the crowd with a long knife in hand.

The black-clad swordsmen were unable to defend themselves and were either hacked to death or fled in fear.

Finally, Long Yang was seen standing in the courtyard, his knife stained with blood, and there was no one alive around him.

And all this happened in the blink of an eye.

Long Yang wiped the blood off the knife and walked towards Qing Bo silently. Behind him were thirty fallen black-clad swordsmen.

Peace returned to the courtyard, but Qing Bo's sudden voice broke the silence.

"You...you...don't come over here!"

However, Long Yang simply ignored him and strode in.

Qian Wanli already knew what had happened at this moment, but he could only pretend to be calm as he leaned back in the recliner, hugging a beautiful maid, and looked at Long Yang with a sneer.

Long Yang looked at Qian Wanli with cold eyes, took out the Jinyiwei token worn on his waist, and said in a cold voice: "Qian Wanli, colluded with foreign nations, surrendered to the enemy and betrayed the country, intending to rebel. Jinyiwei came here by order to arrest Qian Wanli."

When Qian Wanli heard this, he actually laughed.

Things like colluding with foreign nations, surrendering to the enemy, and attempting rebellion are just excuses to get rid of oneself.

Qian Wanli looked at Long Yang, opened the box prepared beside him, and threw the gold inside to Long Yang.

"Use me as you wish. Status, beauties, gold and silver are all yours."

Long Yang didn't even look at the gold on the ground, staring at Qian Wanli, and said coldly: "Jinyiwei only obeys the orders of the emperor, royal power and wealth have nothing to do with me."