"In the case of murdering the emperor's heir last year, the people who were sent down and imprisoned will be put out on the corresponding list. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Emperor Qinglong commanded in a deep voice: "Return to the original position of those who have been sent down, and release those who are in prison immediately." ”

Wu Guangqi complied, and Emperor Qinglong said: "These people are innocently implicated, and now give some compensation to show the emperor's favor." Let the queen in the palace draft, and outside the palace, Dali Siqing will draft. ”

After the order, Emperor Qinglong only felt relaxed. Turning back to the inner hall, Liu Zhaoyuan put down the book in his hand and greeted him to serve him to bed.

……

The long night was long, and Luoyang City reveled all night long.

In the "Hu Family Opera Garden", everyone in the Xianglong class who had just returned from the palace was full of excitement.

Hu Bantou smiled, and commanded the apprentices to line up the rewards they received in the palace. I saw that the cage was opened, and the brand-new materials of Yishui were shining brightly, and the gold and silver bills were dazzling, dazzling everyone.

"From now on, our Xianglong class is the leader of this Beijing-China opera troupe!" Hu Bantou gave a thumbs up and put on a posture to make an eight-way gesture.

"Okay!" The Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, and Harlequin at the bottom, the blowing, playing, singing, the big teapot, the apprentice, etc., all added up to more than 40 people, and they applauded.

"With these foundations, our wardrobes and heads can be purchased!" Hu Bantou patted his chest, full of confidence: "We are the Xianglong class that will enter the palace every three or five days!"

said something that made everyone's blood boil.

Among the three major opera troupes in Beijing, the Xianglong class has always been with the last seat. In the past few years, it has been squeezed and worsened, and the regular customers in the garden have also been robbed by Yun Shaoban. The congregations of the public waiting home, the Xianglong class also went less and less.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen came up with the idea of adapting the legend of the first emperor to dominate the world, and selected wonderful clips to adapt it into a play, and presented it on the emperor's birthday. No matter how bad the Xianglong class is, there is always a chance to enter the palace.

Hu Bantou held his breath and found someone to write a play book. In the past few years, I have rehearsed "Earthquake in the Eight Directions", and it has only taken shape this year. finally got through the joint and got the opportunity to enter the palace, and finally showed his face in front of the Empress Dowager Xiao. Not only did they get a reward, but the queen also sent a message, asking them to enter the palace from time to time to relieve the queen mother's boredom.

This time, Xianglongban finally raised his eyebrows and fought a beautiful turnaround!

The hustle and bustle ended, and Jiang Chen turned back to the room alone. As the leading martial artist of "Earthquake in the Eight Directions", he played the role of the first emperor when he was young, his role was important, he was valued in the troupe, and he had his own small courtyard.

Once inside, he turned around and closed the door. He didn't light the candle, but walked to the table of the eight immortals and sat down. At this time, he was handsome and dusty, with a cold feeling between his eyebrows, noble and elegant and undesecrated, and he was like a martial artist on the stage.

Pouring a cup of cold tea, he asked in a low voice, "Say, what's wrong?"

A person flashed in the shadows in the room, bowed his hand, and said succinctly: "The White Night operation failed, and he died on the spot." Two strongholds in Beijing were exposed, and ships on the pier were seized. ”

Jiang Chen's slender fingers tightened, and the tea rippled in the cup. After a while, he calmed down, gently placed the teacup on the table, and said, "It is not enough to succeed and more to lose! ”

"Young master, what should we do next?"

"Immediately cut off all contact with White Night. There are many eyeliners in the shadow guard, and if you follow the vine, you will inevitably find the nest of the white night. Our men are all dormant waiting for my next command. ”

With that, the man quietly retreated and disappeared into the night sky.

Jiang Chen sat quietly at the table for a while before getting up and pushing the door out. He has a long body, long eyebrows and starry eyes, and has his own demeanor when he walks. If it weren't for the theater troupe, he would definitely be the object of the nobles in Beijing.

When I came to the courtyard, I listened to the hustle and bustle from far and near. He took a deep breath, took a red-tasseled spear commonly used by martial artists, and danced.

The gun is the gun on the stage. But this move is a one-of-a-kind move, and it is incomparably fatal.

After the dance, the sound of the spear breaking through the air whistled, just like the anger in his heart that had nowhere to vent.

……

The long night was finally over, the rooster was crowing, and the sky was glowing slightly.

The morning drums rumbled, and the yawning people came out of the wine shops, gambling houses, and green houses, and returned to their respective shops in twos and threes.

The scraps of melon skin paper left on the street, the tiger-headed shoes of children that have been squeezed off, the lanterns that have been flattened on the ground, the paper fans lost by scholars, etc., all tell the madness of last night.

At the end of the morning, the morning is over.

Ju Lihui, the secretary of Dali Temple, walked out of the Xuanzheng Hall with all the officials. Wu Guangqi took two quick steps and stopped him: "Lord Ju, please stay." ”

Ju Lihui was slightly stunned, and said goodbye to his colleagues: "Everyone, please take the first step." ”

Wu Guangqi walked to his side and said with a smile: "Lord Ju, the emperor has decreed that the person who was imprisoned in the case of murdering the emperor's heir in the old year will be released immediately." ”

Ju Lihui hesitated slightly, Wu Guangqi was Emperor Qinglong's confidant eunuch, and he would never dare to falsely pass on the holy decree. But this matter is related to his duties, and he has to ask clearly: "The real murderer has not been caught yet, this?"

Wu Guangqi smiled slightly, pointed to the sky, and said, "Emperor Shengming, the real murderer has been ambushed." ”

Hearing this, Ju Lihui immediately woke up to the fact that most of the real murderers were in the palace. But the matter in the palace belongs to the emperor's family affairs, and he still doesn't ask, so he nodded again and again: "Don't worry, Manager Wu, the official will be released immediately after returning to the palace." ”

Wu Guangqi said again: "The emperor said, let Lord Ju draw up a list of things." These innocent and wronged people must make some compensation to show the emperor's grace and impartiality. ”

Emperor Qinglong's style of rewards and punishments, as the secretary of Dali Temple, Ju Lihui is the most clear. This is to make those who have suffered from prison in vain grateful and win the hearts of the people. At the moment, he arched his hand and said: "Please tell the emperor to the head of Wu, and the Japanese official will play the fold tomorrow." ”

Emperor Qinglong personally sent Wu Guangqi to order, and it must be done as soon as possible.

Back at Dali Temple, Ju Lihui sat down behind the public case: "Please come and see me." ”

After a while, Si Yuanming, the young secretary of Dali Temple, entered the room: "I don't know what your lordship has to summon the lower officials, what do you order?"

Ju Lihui said in a deep voice: "How many detainees are there in the case of murdering the emperor's heir in the old year?"

Si Yuanming was surprised, the case was unsolved. Because the place where the crime occurred was in the palace, Dali Temple could not investigate and track down the real culprit, so it had to arrest a few insignificant related people. Now that more than half a year has passed, why do you suddenly ask about this stubble?

After sorting out his thoughts, Si Yuanming replied: "There are four of them." Two are the stewards of the Zhen family of the imperial merchants, and two are the father and son of the proprietor of the 'Splendid Record' who supply clothes. ”

Xu Changzong's father and son have successively had Lord Shangshu Gong of the Ministry of Households, Tu Shanchang of Songxi Academy, and Princess Zhaoyang asked him to ask for help, he is just a mere fourth-grade official, where can he afford to offend them?

For the sake of these people's affection, he specially ordered not to embarrass the father and son, so that they could take care of it.

The mere businessmen were able to alarm these big people, and Si Yuanming was deeply impressed by them.