The appearance of Luo Zhu gave Wang Ge instant confidence.

What about Shaozai, the entire imperial court, who doesn't know that Luo Zhu is the stand-in of the official family, it seems that the Imperial City Division only has the right to supervise, but it is more difficult than the Imperial Historical Observatory, the Imperial Historical Observatory is just a group of sour Confucians, and only some superficial phenomena can be seen, and the Imperial City Division specializes in digging out those things that cannot be seen, hidden deep in the shadows, and people are unable to guard against it.

Wang Ge also doubted that in his own house, there was also a chazi of the Imperial City Division, who had long wanted to have a relationship with Luo Zhu, but this person was alone, with no family heirs, no father, brother and friends, no land deed, no habits, not even his own house, eating, drinking, and sleeping in the Siya, which was simply impeccable.

Luo Zhu was invited to sit in the back hall with Wang Ge to drink tea, chatting about inconsequential topics, even so, it was an exception, if he put aside the usual, not to mention drinking tea and chatting, it was his facial expression, he would control it in a state.

Because he knows too much of the inside story, and he knows the emperor too well, he is afraid that one of his smiles will be misunderstood by others as a message.

He is equivalent to the weather vane on the officialdom, but this "standard" is a little heavy, and the general wind can't blow.

But now it was different, a strong tornado blew his heart and couldn't continue to calm down.

When he learned that his sister was still alive, he instantly had an extra concern, and he also changed from the original desireless and wantless to demanding, he begged his sister to live happily, and the woman's final destination was her husband after all, so, unconsciously, Luo Zhu shifted his focus to Li Yan.

Even he didn't know that a new party in the Great Song Dynasty was quietly incubating, and the day it broke its shell, there would be no competition!

……

Li Yan stood on the stone steps of Kaifeng Mansion, looked back at the huge plaque, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he had escaped death, secretly rejoicing.

The interrogation process was really exciting like a roller coaster, and he knew that the first time he was exempted from cane punishment should be the credit of Yan Jiuniang, but who was that handsome boy, and the power was greater than that execution.

What makes Li Yan even more puzzling is that he has only been in Beijing for one day, and even just stepped into Kyoto, how can he arouse the hatred of so many people, is it really because of the inverted door?

Just as he was thinking wildly, Wang Dalang and the money shopkeeper helped him to board a carriage from left to right.

The act of lifting the curtain made his arm muscles cramp, and he sat in the car with cold air.

There was only Yan Jiuniang in the car, sitting in the middle, holding an account book in her hand, looking at it intently, without even looking up at him.

"Where's the bottle?"

Li Yanqiang endured the pain, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the muscles that had already been bloody and blurred, and clearly saw that a triangular piece of iron was deeply trapped in it.

He closed his eyes, took a sharp breath, and with a ruthless heart, he inserted his index finger into the flesh, and in pain, he cursed a dirty word, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the piece of iron stained with meat foam.

In an instant, his face turned pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled and dripped down, and he slumped weakly on his seat, like a puddle of mud.

The carriage creaked forward, but no matter how flat the road surface in Kyoto was, it was only paved with stone slabs, and when it reached the stubble, the carriage jolted violently, and the sudden tremor pulled Li Yan's wound, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain again.

"A bunch of useless things, if you turn it around again, let me get out to the border as a buddy!" Yan Jiuniang's warbler-like voice shouted angrily.

Wang Dalang and the shopkeeper glanced at each other, both showed frightened expressions, and slowly stopped the carriage, where did they dare to continue to move forward.

"Grandma, please wait, wait for the villain to go back and call Jiaozi." Wang Dalang said respectfully.

"No need, keep walking." Li Yan's weak voice came from inside the car.

"This ......" Wang Dalang was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know whether to listen to it or not.

Li Yan lifted the curtain and asked, "Brother Wang also bullied Li to plug the door upside down?" ”

Wang Dalang hurriedly replied: "The villain doesn't dare, the villain doesn't dare." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Yan Jiuniang with his residual vision, and after receiving Yan Jiuniang's eyes, he slowly drove the carriage.

Li Yan angrily threw down the car curtain, leaned against the window, closed his eyes and said nothing, sulking.

Poof......

Yan Jiuniang laughed out loud out of place, and quipped: "Go and care about your own people, what kind of competition is with my Yan family, if he listens to you, it will be a strange thing." ”

Li Yan suddenly felt that there was some truth, secretly blamed himself for being confused, not calm enough in trouble, and was accused by others for a day, but he also cared about the identity of the inverted door, smiled awkwardly at Yan Jiuniang, and asked, "What about the bottle?" ”

"Excessive sadness, and the body is too weak, resulting in fainting, but I have seen the doctor, it is not a big problem, I can recuperate for a few days, and I have been placed in Qianzhuang, rest assured, someone is waiting." Yan Jiuniang stared at Li Yan's arm that was still oozing blood and said,

At this time, she felt unspeakably sad in her heart, she should blame herself, if she could have stood up and stopped those soldiers earlier, Li Yan would not have been harmed.

All this is because she thinks too much, and when she sees the familiar figure behind the silk tent, she doesn't dare to act rashly, for fear that she will take a wrong step and involve the Yan family in the intricate partisan struggle.

Of course, she didn't expect that the small-eyed soldier would be so vicious, and he would use such a cold torture instrument to deal with a prisoner who just caused a little trouble, which can be regarded as a provocation to the Yan family.

"Why don't you wait until you get home and let the doctor treat you, it can also reduce a lot of pain."

Yan Jiuniang was not Li Bei'er after all, she just looked distressed, but she didn't take any action.

If it is replaced by Li Bei'er, he will definitely use a handkerchief to help Li Yan stop the bleeding, and he will also pout his mouth and blow it, and then shed a string of cute tears.

"On the first day I came to Kyoto, I learned a good lesson, and I have to keep it in mind and not let down the "kindness" of some people. ”

Li Yan wiped the iron piece on his clothes, revealing its original cold light, threw it into the sachet and put it away, he was ready to keep it forever.

Suddenly asked, "Who is Wang Shaozai?" ”

……

The carriage slowly stopped, and Wang Dalang said softly: "Uncle, aunt, grandma, I'm home." ”

Only the order of the title, Wang Dalang pondered all the way, whether to put his aunt and grandmother in front, or put his aunt in front, thinking about it, he felt that his aunt was more fragile today and could not provoke him again, but because of the reason why he saw Li Yan, his aunt was not as strict as before, and it seemed that there was still some imperceptible gentleness.

This is Kyoto, this is the people who live in Kyoto, even the slaves are still so alert, not to mention the officialdom?

After listening to Yan Jiuniang's story, Li Yan groaned and muttered: "It's really amazing, he has been promoted to eight levels in a row, what is this Wang Fu's outstanding ability?" ”