I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

The investigation is clear?

Mo Zhongtian was taken aback for a moment, and immediately took the letters, opened them and saw that the identities, motives, and other information of those who spread the rumors were clearly listed.

And at the end of those letters, there were letters left by parents and officials from all over the country, all mentioning that the reason why those people were caught so quickly was the spontaneous behavior of the people.

After reading it, Mo Zhongtian's face was filled with emotion.

In the past, in the case of natural disasters, the Monet dynasty also experienced such rumors.

And those common people, when they don't know what's going on, are very easily bewitched.

Afterwards, even if the government investigates, not only will no one believe it, but it will cover up those who spread rumors.

But this time, it was because of Gong Ziliang's holiness.

Not only were the people not coerced by the rumors, but they took the initiative to drag out those who spread the rumors, even the carrots and mud.

It can be said that the effect of Gong Ziliang alone is more than that of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty and the army of millions!

"Fortunately, there is Mr. Liang!"

Mo Zhongtian sighed softly.

Sighing, Mo Zhongtian thought that he had not found Mr. Liang in the imperial city, and immediately said: "Order the city lord of Nan'an City to leave the necessary manpower for city defense, and send all other troops to look for Mr. Liang."

"Cao Ban will accompany you to the past!"

Hearing that Mo Zhongtian wanted to transfer himself away, Cao Tianzheng said in shock: "Your Majesty, no."

"In Nan'an City, fish and dragons are mixed up now. The old servant must stay here, otherwise those young people are likely to do things that are not good for His Majesty!"

Mo Zhongtian shook his head, a sharp light flashed in his haggard and lifeless eyes, he exhaled and said, "Cao Banban doesn't need to worry about me."

"You also said that those people are nothing more than young people who only dare to hide in the dark and make trouble."

"Even if they are insane and dare to do something against the great rebellion, I can destroy them with a snap of my fingers!"

The voice fell.

In Mo Zhongtian's body, a decisive spirit of killing and attacking, accompanied by the aura of crossing the tribulation realm, swept away in the hall.

Looking at Mo Zhongtian.

Only then did Cao Tianzheng realize that the gentleman in front of him survived that bloody rainy night twenty years ago...

Afterwards, he led the Monet dynasty and experienced several times when the building was about to collapse.

But not long ago, when the army of the Pingjiang Dynasty came under pressure and the Monet Dynasty's land was in dire straits, Mo Zhongtian also carried it over.

As well as yesterday's bloody rain, Mo Zhongtian dared to do what the monarchs of the world could not, so he abdicated the monarch to appease the hearts of the people and won the divine punishment!

Such a Mo Zhongtian, Cao Tianzheng couldn't think of any power that could beat him to the ground.

However, when he thought of the devilish energy coming from the direction of the imperial city last night, Cao Tianzheng always felt that Mo Zhongtian was too dangerous without his own protection.

"Cao Banban, Monet's dynasty can live without me."

"But you can't do without Mr. Liang!"

Just the next moment.

Hearing Mo Zhongtian's words, Cao Tianzheng knew that he had to leave.

"Your Majesty, you... Take care!"

"Old slave, retreat."

Take a deep breath.

After Cao Tianzheng finished speaking, he kowtowed three times to Mo Zhongtian on his knees, got up and left the hall.

at the same time.

Outside Nan'an City, several figures in linen and coarse clothes supported each other to the outside of a city gate.

"Stop, who are you waiting for?"

The guards guarding the city stepped forward to stop those people.

Right now, the monarch is in the palace in the city, and anyone who enters the city must go through strict interrogation.

"Several officials, the Caomin escaped from Nanni Village."

"Yesterday's blood rain flooded our entire village. There's nothing I can do. I just came here when I heard that the city can make a living."

After the leading thin man finished speaking, the people behind him nodded in agreement.

Looking at these common people, they looked yellow and thin, and the clothes on their bodies could hardly cover their bodies.

A trace of reluctance flashed in the guard's eyes, and he looked back at the squad leader tentatively.

Seeing that the latter nodded imperceptibly, he helped the man in front of him, took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom, and said:

"Okay, you go in."

"You take this money to buy some clothes and food. It's cold at night. If you can't find a place to rest, be careful of getting sick."

The man looked at the guard in front of him, squeezed Yin Jue's hand, and suddenly lost his strength.

He was easily picked away by the guard who didn't even have a pulse, and put the broken silver in his hand.

Several people entered Nan'an City.

Along the clean and tidy city road, I saw a city resident who had just woken up, working with the government servants in full swing, repairing the buildings that were destroyed by blood rain yesterday.

Every few hundred meters away, you can see porridge shops set up by wealthy families in the city.

And on the porridge shop, hang out a portrait that was drawn by someone overnight.

The person in the portrait is none other than Gong Ziliang.

Such a scene is completely different from what they expected before they entered the city.

For a while, they fell silent.

"stop!"

While walking, a shout came from behind.

The leading man tightened his body.

With the palm holding Yinzi, he gently squeezed the Yin Jue, ready to unleash a powerful blow at any time.

However, when he came back to his senses, he saw a middle-aged man whose aura was not in the Xuanwu realm, striding over.

The tensed mind couldn't help but relax a little.

The man stepped forward and sized up a few people, his majestic face immediately frowned, and said: "You are refugees from outside the city? How does the county magistrate do things? There are still refugees who have not been resettled !"

After finishing speaking, the man showed an apologetic expression on his face, and said: "I'm really sorry, the blood rain yesterday had too much impact, and the city's manpower is a bit overwhelming."

"In this way, you can walk three hundred meters along this road, and then another hundred meters to the left, and you will see the resettlement site. Once there, you can rest for a while."

After all, the middle-aged man subconsciously stretched his hand to the purse at his waist, making a movement of taking out money.

But there was a feeling of emptiness in his hand, which made the middle-aged man choke. After looking at the stunned man in front of him, he said awkwardly, "Well... the prefect still has some things to do, you guys go there first."

The voice fell, and before a few people could react, the man walked away in a hurry.

Watching the back of the man gradually going away.

The man who was stunned in place suddenly felt that the money in his hand was covered with hot hands.

"It seems that our plan to disturb the situation in Nan'an City and fish in troubled waters to rescue His Majesty is going to fail."

The man said, and solemnly put the silver in his hand into his arms.

Looking up at the direction of Monet's royal palace, the man said: "Forget it, my ancestor will go talk to that doll Mo Zhongtian."

"If the price is right, it is not impossible to redeem His Majesty."

After the man's voice fell, he transformed into an image of an octogenarian in a blink of an eye.