Cui Delu looked at the back of the middle-aged man and said coldly: "I know what you rely on, isn't it Chang San Qi Si, Liu Wu Fei Liu and Chen Qi? I know you can fight, and your brothers are also good at fighting, but
Don’t forget that Chang Sanfei Liu is the captain of the Yulin Army, Liu Wu is the leader of the Xiaoqi Battalion, and Chen Qiqi is an old man who has retired from the bodyguards. The big shots just raise their fingers and you will be crushed.
If you enter the deepest part of the underworld, you will never be able to turn around again."
The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and looked into his eyes with a frown.
"A lot of your most reliable and capable brothers have died in the past few years. Except for that loser Qi Si, you can only rely on these guys, but you don't understand the power of the nobles at all. All they need is a word and a piece of paper.
By writing this article, you can trap your most important fighting force in the military camp. The ghosts and snake gods in Chang'an City who have been suppressed by you for more than ten years will definitely be happy to jump out and bite you once they know this news.
How about a bite?"
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, his expression gradually calmed down, and he continued to walk out the door.
Cui Delu sneered behind him and said: "Chunfengting Laochao... your hand has been stretched too long, and it has actually reached into the court... Now that you are surrounded by enemies, I want to see who can tolerate you!"
"
The middle-aged man put his right hand on the door and said after a moment of silence: "As long as God can tolerate me, I can live."
In a sense, this conversation between the red sleeves and the top floor determines the historical and natural process of the underground world of Chang'an City. When those big people who are high up in the temple suddenly become interested in caring about the weeds in the rivers and lakes, no matter what the weeds are,
No matter how strong the vitality is, no matter how strong the desire to live, it will be like a grassland after a wildfire, leaving only the blackened waist and the remaining grass roots in the soil, and it will never be able to repeat its previous lushness.
This is what power tastes like.
The wife of Yushi Zhang Yiqi was actually used to this smell all her life, so when Zhang Yiqi died suddenly, she couldn't accept the fact at all. She led the women's army who went to the brothel to make trouble and took the master's body home and cried for two days.
Then she started running between Dali Temple and the Chang'an Mansion Yamen responsible for the security of the capital. Unfortunately, this time it was her turn to smell the smell of power, and the smell became a little bad.
"How could my husband be so short-lived? He told me that twenty-seven years ago, the Imperial Master gave him a horoscope and said that he would live a long life. In my opinion, my husband must have been killed by that building.
He was killed by the vixen in there! Mr. Jing Zhaoyin, you have to make the decision for me. If you dare to protect that building, I will go to the Prince's Mansion to beg Your Highness to seek justice for my master!"
The official sitting on the stage was about in his early forties, with triangular eyes, rosacea, and a sparse beard under his chin. His appearance was really inelegant. In the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty, which emphasized appearance and appearance, this person was not considered.
It was really an anomaly that he was sent to the counties and prefectures below, but stayed in Chang'an Mansion.
The official looked at the thin woman standing in the hall, and was given a headache by her words. Fortunately, the officials of the Tang Dynasty were very aware of the legendary life of the Imperial Master. He carefully counted and figured out that twenty
Seven years ago, the Imperial Master was just a fire-burning Taoist boy at the South Gate of Haotian Dao. He had not yet met the current Holy Master and made a fortune. At that time, he told Zhang Yiqi's fortune and was probably cheating. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cough.
After making two sounds, he said majestically:
"Ahem... Madam, please give me my condolences. First of all, you must understand that I am Shangguan Yangyu, the judicial officer of Chang'an Prefecture, not Mr. Jing Zhaoyin. Secondly, Mr. Yushi's remains have been inspected in detail. It is indeed because the carriage
Accidentally falling over and crushing him, resulting in death from a severe blow to the brain, is really not a murder case."
The censor Zhang Yiqi died at the side gate of the brothel. This incident caused a stir in the city of Chang'an, but most of them were ridiculed and ridiculed, and no one in the official circles connected this incident with any murder. In order to avoid it, the Chang'an Mansion
Those poor censors took advantage of the issue to make trouble and had already determined the case as a traffic accident two days ago.
But no one expected that the censor's wife would go straight to Dali Temple without mercy. The job of the censor is to offend officials, so her popularity cannot be too good. Although Zhang Yiqi is dead, his patronage, the prince, is still there.
Therefore, no official would take the opportunity to add insult to injury, but no one wanted to meddle in other people's affairs, so Dali Temple unceremoniously pushed the censor's wife back to Chang'an Mansion.
Jing Zhaoyin had heard the sound of drums before, and after asking again, it was the censor's wife who was tough and not easy to mess with. She had already sneaked back to the back house through the side door, and then told her subordinates that she was not feeling well today and needed to rest.
Shangguan Yangyu served as a judicial officer in the Chang'an Prefecture and was in charge of criminal investigation, but he couldn't find a reason to escape, and he didn't want to escape. In the eyes of other officials, Mrs. Yushi was a shrew who was not easy to mess with, but in the eyes of other officials,
In his eyes, all officials' wives are paper tigers. As long as he scares them with the right things they fear, he can get rid of them and maybe get some benefits from them.
This kind of moment does not forget to reap benefits, which shows the greed of this judicial officer, and this starts with his origin. Shangguan Yangyu's ancestral home is the Southern Jin Dynasty. His ancestors moved to Chang'an and settled here for five generations. Generations of people have lived in poverty.
In Dongcheng, there was no promising man in the family. He was either a gambler or a womanizer. For five generations, he could only save two shabby tile-roofed houses and more than ten taels of silver. It was not until Shangguan Yangyu's generation that he was lucky enough to pass.
I passed the written examination for the Recording Officer, then worked my way up from the lowest level as a jailer, and now I finally have a real official status.
After joining the judiciary and joining the army, Shangguan Yangyu was no longer as low-key and cautious as he had been over the years. His fear of poverty and fanatical pursuit of money made him start his own bribery journey. The Chang'an Mansion was closely watched by the imperial court.
, and he is a poor tax-paying yamen. It is impossible for him to embezzle money, but he can bend the law.
In the case of Censor Zhang Yiqi, he did not dare to pervert the law and wrongfully accuse the brothel, but he wanted to try to squeeze some money out of the hands of the dead wife. He squinted his eyes and looked at the thin wife of Censor, and did not wait for the other party to retort angrily.
, beckoning the other party to come closer, and said in a low voice: "Madam, the witness is your own bodyguard and entourage, the physical evidence is still piled in the backyard of the Yamen, the censor still smells of powder, and you took those servants with you that day.
When he rushed over with a wooden stick, half of the people in Chang'an City saw it. You said... The censor was not afraid that you were going to the brothel to catch the traitor, so he panicked and ran into his own carriage and died. Who would believe it? "
Madam Yushi suddenly changed her color, and when she was about to scold her, Shangguan Yangyu smiled slightly, narrowed his triangular eyes into a small square in the middle of the copper coin, and continued to lower his voice and said: "Actually, I also understand that Madam Yushi died too much."
It's too weird and... it doesn't sound good. You have to make a scene to show that you have a clear conscience and avoid being said that you forced your master to death. Besides, if you really make a scene, the building won't be able to compensate you.
A large sum of money? Alas, this man will no longer care about living in the underworld after he dies. What is the use of the small pension and bequest issued by the court? It is naturally best to get a small sum of money.
"
The expression on Madam Yushi's skinny face was very unnatural, and it was obvious that Shangguan Yangyu had hit her mark. After being silent for a long time, she suddenly looked forward to him with great expectation, and said in a low voice: "If this thing comes to pass, I will share it with you...
…Twenty percent.”
He dared to directly trade with Tang law in court. If this matter was known to the Yushitai or the palace, neither Shangguan Yangyu nor the Yushi's wife would be able to escape death, but today the entire Chang'an Mansion Yamen
People in the court avoided the censor's wife for fear of her acting up, but the court was extremely clean, and she didn't worry about being overheard.
However, to the surprise of Mrs. Censor, Shangguan Yangyu's face suddenly darkened, he clapped his hands and shouted sternly: "What a bold woman, I only respect you because your husband is the Censor, but you actually want to commit suicide"
Seeking death!"
The censor's wife was stunned with a loud shout. Shangguan Yangyu's face seemed to be painted, and he quickly became amiable. He said seriously: "I scolded you because I wanted to save you. Do you know that building?"
Who is your backer? You actually want to extort money from there? You are so brave."
Mrs. Censor held the desk and said tremblingly: "This... this... I need more advice from you."
Shangguan Yangyu naturally couldn't tell how much of the Chang'an Mansion occupied that building, so he pointed to the sky in a mysterious manner and said in a low voice: "That is the Queen's property."
"Ah?" When Madam Yushi heard the words "Empress, Empress," she was so frightened that she panicked, and even felt that her knees were a little weak. She said in a trembling voice, "What should we do? What should we do?"
"If you insist on continuing the quarrel, I can't guarantee that Mr. Yushi's reputation will be preserved after his death. After all, someone saw him running out of the brothel, and he was drunk at the time."
Shangguan Yangyu looked at her and said sternly: "If the palace knows about the censor's prostitution, even if he dies, he will be removed from his official position and will be exempted from his salary. By then, you will really be in vain.
.”
Mrs. Censor asked in horror: "Then...then...what should we do? Is it possible if I don't sue?"
"The problem is that this matter has already gone out, but if we can get the person in charge in the building over there to take care of it, we must not let this matter spread into the palace, especially that person's ears, or the matter can still be
manage."
"Then let's do it!" Madam Yushi had already run out of ideas, her thin face was full of confusion and nervousness, and asked: "How do you think we should handle this matter?"
Shangguan Yangyu smiled slightly, knowing that another sum of money would soon be credited to his account, he couldn't help but feel that every pore on his body was stretched, and the thin face of the censor's wife in front of him also became much more pleasing to the eye. He thought proudly in his heart: Eat
It is not as easy for a man to eat a woman, and it is not as comfortable as eating a dead person to eat a living person.
He comes from a poor and even humble background, with no legacy from his ancestors, no backer behind him, and an ugly face. He is as greedy as a locust when he eats the plaintiffs and defendants, and he is as thick-skinned as a wild boar when he flatters his superiors.
There is nothing impressive about his character and temperament, but as long as Master Haotian does not accept him, he will continue to live such a stubborn, determined and ugly life. As the saying goes, as long as God can tolerate me, I can live.
The spring rain has been falling continuously for two more days, but the business in Lin 47 Lane is still so deserted.
Ning Que didn't know that there was a judicial officer named Shangguan Yangyu in Chang'an Mansion who joined the army. Because of his greed, he solved the last little trouble for him in assassinating the censor Zhang Yiqi. At this time, he was holding a slightly hot noodle bowl and looking at it.
Looking at the bluestone that was constantly washed by the rain, thinking about the admission test soon, and the expensive tuition and accommodation fees, I felt a little depressed and felt a little cold. I subconsciously tightened my collar with my left hand.
Although the shop rent was waived for a whole year from the owner with a mysterious background, which is equivalent to earning three hundred taels of silver in vain, but this silver is not cash, it is just something on paper, if that owner
If it really can't withstand the pressure from the government, or Laobi Zhai can't operate even without rent, then it's equivalent to zero.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again. He lowered his head and teased the noodles in the bowl with the tips of his chopsticks, poking at the fresh green onions. He had no desire to eat at all. He had no interest in writing in the past two days, let alone
What's more, I've had this bowl of noodle soup for several years. With my eyes closed, I can guess that it contains four peppercorns and thirty green onions without even smelling it.
The rain outside the shop was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground with a loud splash, and the water splashed into mist. The visibility was getting worse and worse. The outer wall of the Department of Revenue's Cleaning and Transportation Secretary's room could hardly be seen clearly. Ning Queduan
He walked to the threshold with the noodle bowl in hand, squatted down and continued to watch the rain, and then started to eat noodles with his head down.
Suddenly he raised his head and looked up and to the right.
A middle-aged man appeared outside the door of Laobi Studio holding an oil-paper umbrella. The arrogant rain soaked most of his green shirt, and the scabbard at his waist was also full of water drops. It was Ning Que who was saved.
The owner who paid one year's rent.
The green shirt was wet by the rain, and the color on the front and back was a little dark, and he looked a little embarrassed. But the strange thing was that this middle-aged man did not feel embarrassed at all. He stood quietly at the threshold holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at
Seeing the continuous raindrops in front of me, my expression was calm and calm, just like looking at the peach blossoms on the street and the sunshine on the ground.
Ning Que looked up at him for a moment without saying anything, and continued to eat noodles with his head down.
After a long silence, the middle-aged man suddenly looked down at him, smiled and said, "The noodles are delicious."
Ning Que squatted on the ground and replied: "You have eaten it too many times, and no matter how fragrant the noodles are, they are only so good."
"I haven't eaten it."
"Although you waived my rent for a year, I don't plan to treat you to a meal."
"I like your writing."
The middle-aged man changed the topic very quickly, just like the dripping rain in front of the two of them, the umbrella could not seep through and slid down the umbrella. From this point, it can be felt that this man is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and does not allow his subordinates to question his orders.
"I would also like."
“Very well written.”
"I know I can write well."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The words in the word... are full of murderous intent. I have rarely seen someone with such full and unimpeded murderous intent."
Ning Que lowered his head and remained silent, looked at the noodle bowl in his hand and asked, "Are you going to kill someone tonight?"
The middle-aged man replied with emotion: "Yes, God can tolerate me and humans can't tolerate me, so I have no choice but to kill someone."