Su Kou refused Jiang Qian's help. He was a pharmacist and a poison master. How could he show weakness if he was so proud?
"You could not have saved me"
"I know too, I just suddenly thought of my father..."
Zuko originally wanted to work hard to become a poison master, but in the end he found that he still couldn't get rid of his father's influence. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still chose to save people at the most critical moment.
"Have you ever thought that you are a pharmacist?" Jiang Yan suddenly asked.
"Killing people and setting fires will bring longevity and longevity. Rescue the dead and heal the wounded, and the bones will not be cold."
Jiang Yan didn't know what happened to Su Kou, which turned a pure-hearted man into a man determined to massacre the city.
We found an inn in the city and the three of us stayed there.
Firstly, it was to rest, and secondly, he had lived in the Qing capital for many years and knew only Yunzhou, and in a place like the inn, where travelers from the north and south gathered, he could hear a lot of useful news.
After nightfall, Su Kou recovered his spiritual power in his room, and Yaya took a rest early. Only Jiang Qian was still in the bustling inn, tasting wine, eating vegetables, watching the night view through the window, and listening to other people's gossip.
Most of these people are just talking nonsense or bragging, but there are some news worth paying attention to, such as Yan Youqin entering Daxuan City.
Yan You Qin arrived one day earlier, causing a sensation in half of Daxuan City. The power of the Confucian government was well deserved to be the first in Daxuan City, and even the imperial power was often suppressed by the Confucian government.
As the possessor of the unparalleled enlightenment of the Confucian Palace and the candidate for the next head of the Confucian Palace, many officials, big and small, gathered at the city gate on the day Yan Youqin entered the city.
However, Yan Youqin avoided them, entered the city quietly, and was summoned to the palace by the emperor that night.
To be fair, Jiang Yan felt that his victory in the Ehu Competition was a bit lucky. It was impossible to predict how strong Yan Youqin, who had been enlightened by Lin Jing, would be at this time.
Soon, Jiang Yan was attracted by another piece of news.
After all, the biggest thing in the entire Daxuan City right now is of course the group of people who will be executed in three days. How could such a thing not be talked about after dinner?
Jiang Yan picked up the wine glass and listened carefully.
“After this group of people moved back from the fortress, it was difficult to make ends meet without farming, and they kept causing trouble everywhere.
In the past, it was just ordinary people who were bullied, but now they have kicked the iron wall. Do you know who is fighting with them?" One person drank while showing off the inside story that he knew that others did not know.
"Who?"
"Prince Ping, Zhao Jing"
"Prince Zong? That's really asking for death."
Jiang Yan had heard that back then, the Xuan Kingdom's ruling and opposition parties were killed by his evil god Lao Tzu, who was like a sieve. All the people who deserved to be killed were killed. None of the nine great clan kings were spared. Now this generation of clan kings is the end of the Jiazi Gengxin Rebellion.
The next six digits.
"When the Tianshe Mansion was still there, these Qiang people in Fortress were so majestic and majestic."
"Those are all old things. After Jiang Boluan was slaughtered and Jiang Fengwu, the great rebel, died, these people were already dead. Now they have become refugees and caused trouble." Some people are disdainful.
"Don't underestimate this group of Qiang people. There are still some strong people among them, especially a few refugee commanders."
The man looked around and lowered his voice.
"Reliable news, Shi Laozhi has already summoned his old troops and will attack Daxuan City to save people during the three-day roaring attack."
"Let me tell you, why are the city defenses so tight these days?"
"This group of refugees gangs up to kill people and set fires everywhere. The imperial court has long wanted to wipe out this group of bandits, but unfortunately these people act very quickly.
Now they actually dare to attack Daxuan City. The Wu Li Division has mobilized tens of thousands of troops, just waiting for these people to attack and annihilate them in one fell swoop."
"What a good show" so the diners and drinkers all listened with gusto.
Jiang Yan thought to himself that it seemed that the news of his entry into the city had not made a big fuss. After all, the grandson of the massacre and the son of the great rebel should be more of a threat than this group of refugees anyway.
As he expected, Jiang Lu's entry into the city was only known to a small number of the real people in power in Xuan Kingdom, and these people did not make it public. After all, the shadow that Jiang Boluan and Jiang Fengwu left in the hearts of the people of Daxuan City is still there to this day.
"How did you, a man in the market, get such secret information? You probably made it up to attract attention," Jiang Yan said with mock disdain.
"Nonsense, everything I said is true"
"Who can prove this?"
"me…."
Seeing that the man was too anxious to speak, Jiang Yan became more angry.
"Hemming and hawing, flashing words, what else is he if he's not a liar?"
"One of my uncles and nephews is the doorman of Shulou. He only told me yesterday when he was drunk."
This man couldn't stand Jiang Gu's provocation, so he wiped out all his money.
"Shulou? It turns out that the news came from Shulou."
Listening to what they said to each other, Jiang Yan roughly guessed where the Shulou was.
Daxuan City has a population of tens of millions, a mixture of good and bad. Some urban foxes and rats gather together to sell all kinds of information in order to make a living. As long as you give money, there is no news that cannot be bought.
Later, it grew so big that even some high-ranking officials and dignitaries frequented it, so the Rat Tower was built.
After getting the answer he wanted, Jiang Yan cupped his hands to indicate that he was convinced, and the next place he should go to was the Rat Tower.
He knew little about Daxuan City and had no one to rely on. If he wanted to find a solution, he might be able to get some help from Shulou.
The Shulou is located in a corner in the south of the city, where almost all the lower floors of Daxuan City are gathered. Beggars, prostitutes, and thieves can be seen everywhere.
In this chaotic place, Jiang Yan couldn't find where the Shulou was for a while. It happened that a little beggar stretched a broken bowl in front of him.
Jiang Yan took out an ingot of fifty taels of silver and put it into the broken bowl.
"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."
The beggar hurriedly thanked him.
"Take me to the Rat House"
The beggar looked Jiang Yan up and down.
"If you go to the Rat House, you won't be able to attract enough money."
"What is attracting money?"
"Every piece of news about Shulou is worth thousands of taels. The young master must get some money to prove that you have the financial resources to buy it."
Jiang Yan is a painter, and a painting can cost tens of thousands or even one hundred thousand taels. This is just a small thing for him, not to mention that he now has nearly one million taels in his bookcase.
Seeing Jiang Yan's generous spending, the little beggar hurriedly led the way.
"Master, I think you look like a painter."
The only people in the world who carry books are scribes, and the richest among scribes are of course painters.
"So what?"
"Without money or power, there is no better person than Shulou. Shulou likes to receive painters like you the most. I wonder what kind of paintings you are good at and what kind of paintings you are good at?"
After confirming that Jiang Yan was a painter, the beggar became even more enthusiastic.