Cross Street is the most prosperous street in Luoyang, which is very crowded on weekdays, and today it is crowded with thousands of people. Since ancient times, we Han people have loved to watch the excitement.

On the carriage, the monk Ci'en was not as frightened as the other four monks, and Ci'en or Cao Kun knew in his heart that as long as he arrived at the Yamen, King Fu would definitely protect himself. In his opinion, Zhu Yousong, the little bastard, must not know that those girls were prepared for King Fu, otherwise he would not dare to treat me like this. Even if it is to the Henan Political Division, what about the Yamen? Wang Yinchang knew his relationship with King Fu, he didn't dare to dispose of himself, and he didn't want to send it to King Fu's mansion and let King Fu Zhu Changxun fall.

Cao Kun sneered and swept over the countless people around him, these people were as small as ants in his eyes, they were used to being oppressed, and they could only shout and vent here loudly, which was really pitiful. When I see King Fu, I, Cao Kun, am still the same Cao Kun who bullies men and women and does all kinds of evil, and you are still a group of untouchables who can only endure and are powerless to resist.

Zhu Yousong, who was riding on a horse, seemed to be strangled by the nondescript red flower hanging around his neck, only to see him grab the red rope and throw it into the crowd, and the people rushed it. The six of the thirteen people who were missing in the morning had long been mixed with the people, and when they saw Zhu Yousong's signal to throw red silk, they shouted in different places at the same time: "Kill these brutes who have lost their conscience and kill them." As he shouted, he threw the prepared stones into the carriage. It was none other than Zhang Yuanhua, who stopped the carriage urgently, jumped out of the carriage and got into the crowd, never to be found again.

The crowd always has a herd mentality, like in Beijing a few years later, hundreds of people bit Yuan Chonghuan to pieces. The angry people, under the coaxing and instigation of a few people, rushed to the carriage, and you punched and kicked me. Cao Kun only knew that he was afraid at this time, but it was too late, this level of group fighting, even if you have an iron cloth shirt, you can't hold it. By the time the officials of Luoyang Mansion arrived and dispersed the crowd, the five evil monks had already died and died a miserable death.

In King Fu's Mansion, Wu Jie was neatly dressed up under the service of the maid Lan'er. As the flattery of the palace and the confidant of the prince, Wu Jie is even more effective in speaking in the palace than the prince. is in charge of big and small things, just like the housekeeper of the palace, so although the flattery is only a subordinate position, a servant who serves the prince, Wu Jie has already arranged a maid for himself, and he is still a maid with a good figure. Although the water outside the house is dripping into ice, Wu Chengfeng's room is as warm as spring, and the maid Lan'er is dressed in a spring shirt with her body and mind, bringing out the round and beautiful curves.

Wu Chengfeng's lust was uplifted, and he grabbed her peach-shaped round buttocks like a full moon, causing the woman to sneer.

"It's a pity that I have to go to Ying'en Temple today to do something for the prince, otherwise I will do you first." Wu Jie walked out of the door triumphantly, stepped on the back of the horseman who was kneeling on the ground, and got into the carriage. Out of the palace, less than a few miles away, the carriage stopped. Wu Jie scolded: "Why did you stop? Delayed the prince's business, how many heads do you have enough to cut off? ”

"Master Wu, it's not that you don't want to go, come out and take a look, this cross street can't pass people today."

Wu Jie opened the curtain of the carriage door, and if he didn't look at it, he was startled: "What's wrong?" What's going on to make this city stormy? ”

"I don't know if it's a little one."

Wu Jie raised his foot and kicked the groom off the carriage: "I don't know if you won't ask?" Rubbish! ”

The groom didn't dare to slack off, and quickly got up, the ground was cold and hard in winter, and it hurt a fall, but because he was afraid that Wu Jie would blame him, the groom endured a limp and stopped the people, knowing what happened.

"Master Wu, it turned out to be our prince of the world, the little prince, who eliminated harm for the people and arrested the monk of Ying'en Temple."

Wu Jie was shocked when he heard this, and scolded: "Let your mother's fart, Master Ci'en of Ying'en Temple is our prince's old friend, and even that Ying'en Temple is also the home temple of our palace." , and inquire again. ”

"Master Wu, it's true, the little one asked a few people and said so, look over there, there is a storyteller."

Wu Jie secretly screamed badly, hurriedly stood on the carriage, and saw Zhu Yousong at a glance in the crowd. There is no difficulty in finding him, and in the crowd, he is the most sassy, a horse taller than others. Wu Jie hurriedly squeezed under Zhu Yousong's horse and shouted: "Shizi, Shizi, misunderstanding." ”

Zhu Yousong already knew from the monk's mouth that this Wu Jie was also an important part of this matter, and it was not strange to see him in a hurry, and said arrogantly on the horse: "Wu Chengfeng, you came just in time, it turns out that our palace has Ying'en Temple, and there is a big ugly thing, but fortunately, I was leveled by Xiao Wang and I in one fell swoop, ploughing the court and sweeping the holes, and these thieves have already subdued the law." As soon as the words fell, the surrounding people were extremely embarrassed and cheered.

Wu Jie's face was like ashes, and he asked in horror: "Have you fallen into the law?" What is the Master of Mercy? ”

"Alas, Wu Chengfeng, why do you still call him master, that thief bald turned out to be a brute who raped and killed a young girl, and he has been beaten to death by the angry people. No, you see, the body is there. ”

"Oops! Little prince, you are confused! Wu Jie was mournful, and shouted with his hands beaten.

"Wu Jie! Close your beak. This prince is eliminating harm for the people, and the whole Luoyang is praising me, just you, a dog slave, come to sweep my fun, get out of the way, not that you are an old slave in the palace, today this prince uncovered your skin. ”

No matter how powerful Wu Jie is, in the final analysis, he is just a subordinate of the palace. I hated it secretly, and I didn't dare to bump into my master on the street, so I could only sigh and turn around and go back to the palace to tell the prince. Zhu Yousong looked at his back and sneered. The person in the palace is about to know.

In the yamen, Wang Yinchang walked around anxiously, and several subordinate staff did not dare to persuade him. Early this morning, there was a report that Zhu You, the son of King Fu, had loosened the tie-up of Ci'en and the four great monks of Ying'en Temple, and paraded the streets in Luoyang City, making the people all over the city watch. Wang Yinchang, as a political participant in Henan Prefecture, inevitably had contact with Zhu Changxun in Luoyang, and he knew the information of this vassal king well for a long time. This Ying'en Temple, three days and two ends will cause trouble, every time someone dies, King Fu has to send someone to intervene. This time, the little prince arrested the old prince's henchmen, and the evidence is conclusive, and the people of the whole city know about it, if I release him again, I am afraid that countless impeachment chapters will fly to the study of the emperor of the Forbidden City. After all, there are countless people staring at this position.

Just as the staff members counted the political participants and walked around the table to the twenty-eighth circle, a green coat and soap hat officer rushed in: "Lord Yu, Master of Mercy, he... He's dead. ”

"What?" Wang Yinchang was stunned in place, and hurriedly asked, "How did you die?" ”

"The people were so angry that they didn't know who was taking the lead, so they rushed up and beat him to death."

"Haha, it's good to die, it's good to die! I don't have to worry about it. "Ci'en was beaten to death by the people, and it was the people of Luoyang who killed him. You Zhu Changxun can't look for me to ask for someone, everyone is dead, and there is no place to let go. The more Wang Yinchang thought about it, the more he was happy, and he ignored a room of staff, and went to the inner courtyard to "share the joy" with Xinna's concubine.