On the east side of Luoyang, the capital of God, there is the upper east gate, the upper east gate is near the left, north of Luoshui, there are two square markets, respectively, Jide Fang, Jiaoye Fang, between the two ways, there is a wide avenue that runs through the boundary, the street name is Deye Street, Dali Temple is on this street, there are often prisoners passing through here, most of them are the felons who are exiled or beheaded, the local people of Luoyang pass by word of mouth, call it the street of karma.

Quan Ce's weekday activities are mostly in the area near the Taichu Palace in Xicheng, today he took a long detour, passed through this street, the time was not coincidental, he happened to meet the official of Dali Temple to escort the prisoners out of the city, he reined in the horse's reins, and stood at the mouth of an alley to avoid it.

The chief official of the team leader was wearing a green robe and a seven-rank official attire, it was Zixun who was coming to Dali Temple, and Wupin Temple was being pressed by Song Jing by two levels, and started to do transactional work, and the dream of being in charge of the government was even more distant.

Lai Zixun saw the right strategy. The gloomy face twisted a few times in an instant, and the neck turned away stiffly, in the end, the heart was deep, the body was still stable, and he walked through this difficult road unhurriedly, and the resentment and shame in his heart were intertwined, and he was embarrassed to the extreme.

For a moment, Lai Zixun even thought of hitting the wall and dying on the spot, his head was splashed with blood, and he was full of power, and he could still be dressed in fine clothes, is the wind light?

However, he will not do this, he will keep a useful body, make a name for himself, wash away the shame of today, if one day, Quan Ce will become his prisoner. He must be made to suffer all the humiliation of the world, and he must not survive and die.

"Phew" Lai Zixun spat out a mouthful of saliva, which contained blood and broken teeth.

In the back of the car, Li Yi was disheveled, unkempt, his eyes were empty, he had lost his mind, he would be executed by capital punishment, as a son of a family, if he knew how to advance and retreat, if he was more forbearant and far away from right and wrong, he would not end up today, nor would he implicate the entire clan.

Then there will be some trouble, the brothers of the Liu family, were sentenced to different degrees of cane punishment and exile, the lightest is Liu Xinggan, he only slandered the government and slackened his official affairs two misdemeanors, was sentenced to twenty canes, exiled to Huangzhou, Jiangnan Province, his eldest brother, Yazhou assassin Liu Xingshi is the most responsible. One hundred rods, as far as Qiongzhou, Lingnan Province, to see his thin body and bones, whether he can complete the hundred rods alive is unknown.

"Quan Ce, Quan Ce, insidious villain, shameless traitor, conspiracy to harm me, you can't die well, I will not rest with you" Liu Xinggan scolded all the way to the street, the inaugural Chunguan Yamen, the Qiuguan Yamen who investigated the case, the Dali Temple where he was executed, who was arrested and scolded whom, now he sees the enemy, his eyes are red, all of his encounters are due to the impeachment of Quan Ce for Li Yi, he is naturally not wrong, everything is the fault of Quan Ce, and the scolding is dark.

"Pop" a black lacquer water and fire stick was hitting Liu Xinggan's mouth, blood flowing, the first thing to do was to lead the team's history, casually hit a stick, very skillful, not a single tooth was lost, Liu Xinggan also lost the ability to speak, and could only whine and scream.

"Quan Lang Jun forgives the sin" canonical history trotted away, and when he arrived in front of the horse's head, he nodded his head in a series of ways.

Quan Ce waved his hand to show that it didn't matter, a small gesture made the classic history seem to be decent, with a shy chest and a red face.

Liu Xing saw this scene, his eyes were split, the car was far away, and he turned his head and continued to shout in the direction of Quan Ce, but there was some momentum of a strong man.

"Heh" Quan Ce smiled self-defeatingly, shook the reins of the horse, and rode away, he came here on purpose, after all, it was the result of his own planning for a long time, killing Li Yihua, punishing Liu Xinggan, making Zixun, saving Ouyang Tong, the goal was basically achieved, I wanted to take a look, but I really saw it, but I felt bored.

South City, Yuelai Inn.

Business here is getting better and better, and the two major features of the corner ring and the storyteller have attracted a large number of guests to hunt for curiosities.

The prepared horns and actors, the performance items in the ring, are almost useless, and the circle of gentlemen in Shendu regards this place as a holy place for appointments, and they have to come early to get the number plate. When it's late, it's not your turn.

There are also storytellers, not Tang legends, no ghosts, gods and demons, to change the rhetoric, what is it called martial arts, there are famous and decent families and crooked ways, table tennis four or five are in a mess, quite interesting, those sects just correspond to the table number on the table in the store, which has a very bizarre effect, the table of Wudang Shaolin or something is never empty, a few groups of people are crowded together, the star faction Yin Sect or something, no one sits empty.

It's the same in the box, the top of Huashan, the tomb of the living dead or something, everyone likes to book, and no one patronizes Heimu Cliff and Heartless Valley.

Fleur originally intended to replace these unpleasant table names and box names. Quan Ce didn't let him, he was not waiting for people with strange tastes to patronize, but believed that there was black before there was white, and without these unpopular seat boxes, there would be no popularity.

When Quan Ce came to Yuelai Inn, it was lunch time, the store was full of people, and there was a long queue outside the store.

"Da Lang"

"Kwon Lang-kun"

As soon as he entered the door, there were many people who greeted him, occupying several tables, there were more than 20 people, a few of them he recognized, Ge Hui, Tu Qiyou, Lin Gu, these people were all the first year of the Heavenly Grant, Ge Hui and a few of them, they were the best, with one exception was Xiao Jing, his seniority was more generous, and he stood up after the year.

See them. Quan Ce was not surprised, in fact, these twenty or so people were all available people who had been selected by the wingless bird, and it was inconvenient for Quan Ce to come forward directly, so he entrusted Xiao Jing and Ge Hui to come forward on his behalf, which was his youth army.

"Cousin, Brother Ge, all brothers are polite," Quan Ce stepped forward to greet him.

"Da Lang, meeting is fate, there are many people here who will never forget your heroic posture of chanting the Qingyu case that day, why don't you have a few drinks together?" Ge Hui invited him freely, he now found some fun in the officialdom, being a noble imperial history, a light temperament swaying at will, and he rose step by step, and there were many like-minded people around him, quite happy.

"That's exactly what happened, Da Lang, come, drink two cups" Although Xiao Jing is an elder, he has always been supported by Quan Ce, and he does not control his identity.

"Quan Langjun, thanks to your blessing, we can become the first batch of protégés of the Son of Heaven, I am willing to drink three cups, accompany Quan Langjun for a cup" Tu Qiyou got up, summoned the waiter, and poured a glass of wine for Quan Ce, there are many people who are proud of the spring breeze in the seat, and he is even younger, he is already a young eunuch of Qintian, and he has participated in the two major layouts of Quan Ce, and his vision is quite different.

"A cup of respect for Langjun" everyone raised their glasses and invited them to drink.

Quan Ce responded with a smile, drank it all, and talked and laughed with everyone, during the banquet, he could name everyone and give their official positions, and their proud deeds were also like a few treasures, so that these young people who had experienced some wind and frost in the officialdom were very feeling, and the atmosphere in the banquet quickly became warm.

After a while, Quan Ce also stayed soon, Tuan Tuan confessed, went upstairs by himself, and stayed a little longer, this chance encounter was afraid that it would turn bad.

"Peach Blossom Island" Ouyang Tong actually chose such a box, and those who have heard the storytelling below know that Peach Blossom Island is the territory of Huang Laoxi. At best, it can be regarded as both good and evil, and ordinary business is not very good.

Ouyang Tong was already waiting inside, holding a piece of paper and looking at it carefully.

"You have to wait too often, and the lower officials are rude," Quan Ce bowed and saluted.

"Quan Langjun don't want to be outside, you saved the old man's life, I haven't said a word of thanks to you, how late are you, what is there" Ouyang Tong raised his head, and a smile appeared on his wise face. "Sit down"

"Too often generous, the kid won't say much" Quan Ce smiled and sat down, and started talking, "Have you ever heard of this conversation too often?" ”

"I've heard, the old man's favorite is the Huang Laoxi, the most affectionate and sexual, as long as he is upright, he can act without taboos" Ouyang Tong was very interested, and he talked about Huang Laoxi's various highlight deeds with Quan Ce, some of the Quan Ce have not heard of it, he only remembered the framework, Fu Hui invited a lot of down-and-out literati to enrich and transform together, the general direction has not changed, but the content is quite different, Huang Lao Xie has gone to violence and anger in this. Corrections are a few.

The two chatted while drinking, and the conversation was quite speculative, and the time flew by, the sun had set in the west, and the meal was eaten from noon to dusk.

Ouyang Tong was slightly drunk, Quan Ce was about to propose to disperse, he took out the piece of paper in his clothes again, and shook it twice, "Who wrote this?" ”

Quan Ce took a look, it was he who asked Shuangli to copy the rebellion letter written by Ouyang Tong's handwriting, "My Shuangli"

"That girl has a great wisdom root, and the old man wants to take her as an apprentice, what do you think?" Ouyang Tong seemed to be drunk, but his eyes were clear.

Quan Ce hesitated and smiled, "Shuangyu will be happy"

He likes Ouyang Tong's way of repaying him, he is affectionate and sincere, but in comparison, the heavy gift that Shi Wuzi sent to Princess Taiping's mansion is much more superficial.

(End of chapter),.