When Zhao Hongrun was about to come forward, Yan Yong, the magistrate of Anling County, had already met him.

I saw that the dignified Anling County Magistrate actually came to the front of the team that was hunting in the city and bowed to the young people in the team.

"The third son of the king, the thirteenth son."

"Well? County Magistrate Yan?"

The young man, who was called Wang San Gongzi by Yan Yong, was slightly stunned when he saw Yan Yong, then pointed at the porridge factory with a horse whip in his hand, and asked in a bad tone: "Mr. Yan, what's going on?... Did you order the porridge?"

Yan Yong smiled bitterly, as long as he explained, he didn't expect a cold snort from behind him.

"It's me!"

With this voice, Zhao Hongrun slowly walked over from a distance.

His appearance made another young man named Yan Yong a thirteenth son frown slightly in the hunting team that went out to the city.

"You?" Mr. Wang looked up and down at Zhao Hongrun, and snorted softly: "Who are you?"

Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun sneered and said lightly: "Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the third young master Wang showed a little angry look on his handsome face. He snorted coldly, pointed at the porridge factory with a horse whip in his hand, and ordered the people under him to say, "Blast it for me!"

While speaking, several knights rushed out from behind Mr. Wang. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard the thirteenth young master in the team stop him and said, "Stop!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Mr. Wang turned around and looked at his companion in surprise, and asked in confusion: "Brother Thirteenth, you..."

However, the Thirteenth Young Master waved his hand to stop Mr. Wang from saying that, and then looked up and down at Zhao Hongrun and asked, "Are you... Zhao Hongrun?"

"Zhao..." Mr. Wang looked at Zhao Hongrun carefully with shock, and murmured, "Su Wang Hongrun..."

At this time, Zhao Hongrun frowned slightly and looked at the Thirteenth Young Master carefully, and asked lightly: "Who are you?"

The thirteenth young master smiled and bowed and said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I am the Zhao clan of Anling, and the clan is ranked thirteenth, with a single name of Heng."

At the same time, Yan Yong also introduced on his behalf: "Your Highness, King Su, this is your fellow disciple, Zhao Chengxun, the thirteenth son."

Zhao Laiyu's grandson?

Zhao Hongrun smacked his lips secretly.

He had known for a long time that Anling County was a royal family that lived in his third uncle Zhao Laiyu. However, he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in Anling, he met the Anling Zhao clan.

snort!

Zhao Hongrun snorted quietly, and did not greet the Thirteenth Prince Zhao Chengxun. He turned to look at the Third Prince Wang and asked Yan Yong: "Yan Yong, who is this arrogant and domineering boy?"

...

When Mr. Wang heard this, he felt angry and his face turned red, but he did not dare to act on the spot.

After all, Zhao Hongrun’s background is too noble, so noble that even he can’t afford to offend him.

When he heard Zhao Hongrun’s inquiry, Yan Yong smiled bitterly and whispered: “This is the prince of the Wang clan of my wealthy family in Anling County, the prince of the Wang clan, and Wang Chen.”

"Wang Chen..." Zhao Hongrun muttered casually, then looked at Wang Chen and said coldly: "Do you still want to smash my porridge factory?"

"I..." Wang Chen was speechless.

Seeing this, Zhao Chengxun hurriedly said, "Brother Hongrun, Brother Wang's third brother is just a joke, why bother to get angry?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongrun did not give Zhao Chengxun any face. After glanced at the latter, Zhao Hongrun said lightly: "I am talking to this third prince of the king. This is the same clan, please shut up."

"..." Zhao Chengxun's smile froze and his face suddenly became dark.

At this time, Zhao Hongrun had turned his eyes to Wang Chen again and said coldly: "What's wrong, Mr. Wang? Aren't you going to smash it? It's a big deal!... I've never been the only one who dares to smash it. You're the first one, smash it in front of me."

Wang Chen's face turned red when he heard this. He wanted to smash Zhao Hongrun's place on the spot, but unfortunately he didn't dare.

The fool could hear that the King Su in front of him was talking slander and smashing the King Su's place? Do you still want to continue to gain a foothold in Wei?

After thinking about it, Wang Chen just endured the secret hatred and smiled and apologized: "Your Highness King Su, the so-called "Those who do not know" are not guilty. Wang didn't know that it was His Highness King Su's arrival. How offensive is it? Why should King Su make things difficult for me?"

"No." Zhao Hongrun shook his head and said, "You said you would smash it, you must smash it... If you smash my porridge factory, I will smash your Wang family's mansion. Let's go and smash it!"

What kind of Qing Dynasty is called?!

Wang Chen was almost vomiting blood, and clenched his fists and said in a low tone: "King Su, why should he be aggressive?"

"Ha!" Zhao Hongrun laughed loudly, and then said coldly: "I am the name of the king. I just want to be domineering and aggressive. Have you never heard of it?!"

Domineering... It's really domineering!

Wang Chen's face turned red with anger, and from the side, Zhao Chengxun also showed anger on his face.

Suddenly, Zhao Chengxun whispered: "Go!"

When Wang Chen heard this, he dared not stay. At Zhao Chengxun's hint, he fled to the county town.

Seeing this, Wei Jiao, the chief of the clan, was furious and was about to rush forward to cut off the group of people, but Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and said lightly: "Wei Jiao, don't be anxious. After running away from Wang Chen, can you still run away from the Wang family's mansion? It's his business that he doesn't smash my porridge factory. However, I want to smash the Wang family's mansion... After entering the city, let's settle the accounts!"

Hearing this, Wei Jiao looked at the backs of the team of knights and sneered twice.

From the side, Yan Yong, the magistrate of Anling County, was sweating coldly when he heard this. He never expected that Zhao Hongrun would actually plan to smash the residence of the Wang clan.

Thinking of this, he said: "His Highness Su, the Wang clan, and the Anling Zhao clan, who is the same clan as you, is a married family, this..."

Zhao Hongrun glanced at Yan Yong indifferently. Although he did not say it clearly, the meaning in his eyes was fully revealed: Do you think I will care?

The porridge that day lasted until dusk, and the tens of thousands of refugees outside Anling City all received rice porridge.

During this period, Lu Zhi also brought his daughter over, who expressed his gratitude to Zhao Hongrun sweetly.

"Big brother, my mother asked me to thank you on her behalf."

That big brother made Zhao Hongrun feel refreshed, as if even the anger in his heart had dissipated a little. He reached out and touched the head of the four or five-year-old girl in front of him, and deliberately said: "Huh? Did your mother ask you to thank me on your behalf? What about you? Big brother let you drink porridge..."

"But I still have to eat that unpalatable wolf meat tomorrow." The little girl said sly with her finger in her mouth.

Her words surprised Zhao Hongrun, the clan guards and Yan Mo.

"This girl is so clever..." The clan guard Lu Mu said with a smile, which made Lu Zhi quite embarrassed and whispered: "Yeah, don't do this."

"It's okay." Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and ordered the county magistrate Yan Yong, who had his head shrank and accompanied him, saying: "County Magistrate Yan, put down the remaining food."

"Yes." Yan Yong nodded and went to give an order.

At this time, the clan guard Zhou Pu had already resisted a bag of rice and put it in front of the little girl. He blinked and said, "Little girl, what about now?"

The little girl immediately smiled and hugged the bag of rice and said, "Thank you, brother, thank you, uncles... Dad, let's carry the rice back quickly, mom will be very happy."

"I suffered a subtle loss..."

Zhao Hongrun muttered, which made all the clan guards, Yan Mo, Lu Zhi and others laughed secretly.

"Thank you, Your Highness, King Su."

After laughing a few times, Lu Zhi solemnly hugged Zhao Hongrun and said sincerely: "If it weren't for His Highness Su, we really don't know..."

Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and said, "It's too early to say this...Lu Zhi, you go back first, this little girl is anxious."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the little girl, and then they realized that she was holding his father's clothes anxiously and smiled knowingly.

Lu Zhi smiled helplessly, easily grabbed the bag with his right hand and resisted it on his right shoulder, then picked up the little girl with his left hand, and turned around and left after bowing to Zhao Hongrun as a salute.

Looking at Lu Zhi's back as he left, Yan Mo was quite surprised, because he could see that Lu Zhi's strength was really great.

Zhao Hongrun also noticed this. Like Chen Xiao, Lu Zhi was obviously a physical fraudster. He had a medium-sized and burly figure, but he was very strong.

People hide their dragons and crouch their tigers...

He couldn't help but sigh: It is said that the sixth battalion of the garrison included the most brave man in the Wei State, but it is not necessarily true.

Just as Zhao Hongrun was moved, the county soldier leader Li Li came over and said to Yan Yong with a strange expression: "Sir, this food... has been divided."

Yan Yong didn't speak subtly.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun frowned slightly. You know, the county warehouses in each county town are at least full of food stored for the county people to eat for three months. Although there are 50,000 refugees outside the city, this is not enough to be exhausted so quickly.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun asked Yan Yong: "Mr. Yan, is there any deficit in your Anling County Warehouse?"

"No, no..." Yan Yong said in a panic look.

Zhao Hongrun knew that there was a ghost in it at a glance, and said lightly: "Go into the city and take me to the county warehouse!"

"Yes..." Yan Yong drooped his head and took Zhao Hongrun to the city gate.

But what is surprising is that the county gate of Anling County was closed at this moment. No matter how Yan Yong shouted, there were no county soldiers responding on the city wall.

Zhao Hongrun thought about it for a while and understood in his heart. He sneered and said to Yan Yong: "Mr. Yan, you, the magistrate, are really competent."

Yan Yong opened his mouth with a blushing face, and then sighed deeply.

As the sky gradually became dark, Zhao Hongrun looked at the closed city gate and thought about ways to enter the city.

At this moment, several figures appeared on the left side of his side, which scared the chief of the sect, Wei Jiao. After seeing the person clearly, Wei Jiao was relieved and put the sword that had subconsciously pulled out half of it back into the scabbard.

At this moment, beside Zhao Hongrun, there were a few more men in gray cloth clothes, knocking on the ground with one knee and skull hanging down.

Undoubtedly, this is the hidden thief and Shangshui Qingzhao who are following Zhao Hongrun at any time.

"Open the city gate."

In Yan Yong's astonished gaze, Zhao Hongrun whined at the city gate and ordered lightly.

"yes!"

After a simple response, the crows came under the city wall, threw out the hook lock, and quickly climbed to the city wall.

But when he heard a burst of shock and commotion from the city wall, the city gate opened wide, and the crows respectfully knocked on the ground with one knee under the gate, waiting for Zhao Hongrun's orders.

"Go and enter the city!"

Zhao Hongrun carried his hands on his back and walked into Anling County like a leisurely stroll. (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!