The cell boss of Shuntianfu slept well in the middle of the night, then turned over and got up, slapped his face with cold water, and planned to go out to get a breakfast pad for his stomach, and then he was on the street, and he heard the discussion of two hawkers, and the one selling pancakes shouted at the vendor over there: "Hey, have you heard, there was a big deal in Chunxi Tower last night!" ”

"Big deal? What big deal can there be in the Qinglou, and which son-in-law beat people up with jealousy, or forcibly combed which girl? "The face of selling bean juice is impatient, as the aborigines of Shuntianfu, what big news haven't I seen? Theater Green Building? It's not qualified.

The pancake seller snorted, and shook his head again and again: "What's the big deal called, Xungui entered the Shuntian Mansion, and he didn't even have to suffer from the board, let me tell you, there was a death in Chunxi Tower last night, and I also listened to the servant of Zhang Shilang's family on the road......"

If you are stained with the squire, you are a high-ranking official, and the status of the servant in the family is not ordinary, and there must be something to say about what you say, and there is such a thing as blood...... Cool!

So the eyes of the bean juice seller lit up, and even the people who came over to eat breakfast went to the two stalls to make do: "Tell me, what the hell is going on, and someone died." ”

"That's it, tell me, yes, bring me two pancakes."

"In these years, Xungui is too lawless......"

"Hey, this hasn't said anything about Xungui yet, don't be emotional, listen to him."

"You know a fart, except for those lawless nobles, who would dare to make a murder case?"

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Then I heard the pancake seller cough, and then said: "Hey, you don't know, last night the group of Wenqu stars of the Hanlin Academy, chanting poems in Chunxi Building, caught up with the house slave of the inner court Jin Gonggong went over to provoke, insulted the Wenqu Xing of the Hanlin Academy, and scolded the Dongyang University Scholar, this Dongyang University Scholar's grandson can be Hanlin, so he gave the house slave a lesson, but what ......about it?"

The more the cell boss listens, the more wrong it tastes, the so-called officials are as smooth as oil, and they have been cell bosses for so many years, and they have eaten a lot of filial piety of the prisoners, and they have naturally seen a lot, and what happened last night began to spread today, saying that there is no push behind it, and the ghost doesn't believe it, listening to what this peddler said, the civil officials of the foreign dynasty are going to protect people.

While thinking, he pushed aside the crowd and scolded loudly: "Scattered, scattered, what are you tossing around, chew your tongue less!" ”

As soon as everyone saw that the messenger of Shuntianfu was coming, they immediately dispersed, and the official servants of this year walked on the street, one or two cattle were not good, what was unruly, a good meal of breaking the law and committing crimes was never forbidden, and after more than 500 years, those who encountered violations of the rules had to salute their peers for half an hour and compare with them, that is, the proper third grandson.

This makes a vendor who sells pancakes angry enough, these are all inputs, and they are gone? However, he looked at the color of the cell leader's clothes and was still intimidated.

The cell boss found a chair and sat down, and sprinkled a few coppers: "A bowl of bean juice, and a few more coke circles." ”

Even if the bean juice seller is not happy, he has to say "eh" and serve it honestly, but after looking at the clothes of the officials of Shuntianfu, he still couldn't help but ask: "This poor master, what the guy said just now, but the truth?" ”

The cell boss originally wanted to scold a few words directly, but with a roll of his eyes, he said directly: "Nonsense, didn't you hear him say that it was said by the servants of Zhang Shilang's family, the people in the family of the senior officials of the third grade, what they said can be fake?" ”

After getting the confirmation of the cell boss, the face of the bean juice seller was more satisfied than making a few pennies more, and he went back to greet the others.

The cell leader sat on the chair and began to calculate, this matter came out of the mouth of the servants of Zhang Shilang's family, and the subordinates such as Bachelor Cao, Bachelor Ma, and Liu Shangshu were also saying, when the time comes, the city will be full of wind and rain, the people's will, and Yang Bianxiu, who is still in prison, can't die if he wants to, did he take this opportunity to serve the editor well, and also curry favor with Wang Fuyin? When the time comes, let's not talk about making more money, and get your own son into the government, wouldn't it be good!

So he drank the bean juice in a few sips, got up, and walked to the vendor selling wontons on the other side, which was good, better than the best prison meal, and since he wanted to serve him, he brought him breakfast.

Seeing that the cell boss was far away, the original group of listeners suddenly gathered around again, shouting "Tell me quickly" one by one, interspersed with a few words of "a piece of pancake", and the joy of the pancake was so happy that they lived there in vain.

It doesn't matter when, as long as you hold public opinion in your hand, you can live properly and comfortably.

Although the eunuchs have begun to gradually take power, after all, it is still a time period, not to mention compared with the late Han Dynasty, even compared with the late Tang Dynasty, so the public opinion of the foreign dynasties is still firmly in the hands of the civil official group.

So, Yang Shangjing is still squatting in the prison, the old farmers who rushed into the city early, and the small vendors who came out to sell breakfast heard the story in Chunxi Building last night, what "Wenqu Xing broke the demon and evil", "The loyal minister angrily beheaded the traitor", "Yang Taishi is just right, and the evil slave is beheaded late at night"......

Anyway, the more it spreads, the more evil it becomes, and when it comes to noon, Guo Huai, who was finally killed by a punch, directly became a demon with teeth and claws, and Yang Shangjing became a three-foot sword, a Wenqu star and a great savior who was destined to die......

After all, what the people of the Ming Dynasty like to see most is that traitors give heads and bullies ambush and punish, although since the second dynasty of Renxuan, there are basically no corrupt officials who have been cut down, and there are few bullies who have not been killed; The second thing I like is that the Lord Qingtian is the master of the people, although they haven't seen any real Lord Qingtian, but they have seen a lot of the servants of the Shuntian Mansion who were beaten by the nobles.

Therefore, what Yang Shangjing did was simply a cool point for these civilians in Shuntianfu, anyway, there is a foundation for this matter, whether Yang Shangjing is clenching his fists or carrying a thirteen-zhang long knife, it is all drizzle, and some storytellers in the teahouse are beginning to think, should they write a novel of Zhiwei according to this, anyway, change the name and official position, and become the story of the previous dynasty, it will definitely be called, Jinyiwei will not arrest them because of this, right?

Sitting in the prison, Yang Shangjing, who was pretending to be holding the "Book of Rites", saw the cell boss with a flattering face holding wontons, and knew that he was stable.

The flying dragon rides the face, and asks you how to lose?!