Chapter Forty-Nine: The Coming Storm
"Sixth Master," Zhou Wensheng's voice trembled, "Looking at their appearance, they must be coming with an open fire today!" ”
"Then," Su Xiaoliu was shocked, "then can you still send me to the palace safely?" ”
"This," Zhou Wensheng rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth, and said, "The eldest husband will do what he says!" Today, I am desperate for my life, and I can't damage the signboard of my Changchun Association! With that, he stretched out his palm and posed as he wanted to fight.
[Netizen]: Yo, Huang Feihong's frame!
[Netizen]: Is this surname Zhou really fake? Can you really come up with a few tricks of "Foshan Shadowless Feet"?
[Netizen]: It's okay to get drunk twice!
[Netizen]: I've seen enough!
The officer smiled disdainfully and said, "The Changchun Society also dares to take care of the affairs of the government now?" ”
"Are you from the government?" Zhou Wensheng asked, "Then why don't you wear official uniforms?" ”
"You're looking for someone in an official uniform?" The officer slapped three times in a row, only to hear someone break into the front yard, and after a while, a man wearing a seven-rank official uniform rushed in with a group of officers and soldiers, "See? We just asked Su Xiaoliu to go to the Terracotta Division for interrogation, and it has nothing to do with the rest of the people. Do you want to get involved? ”
Zhou Wensheng was mixed in the streets of the capital for a long time, and he could see at a glance that the seven-rank official who had just broken in was in charge of patrolling the city here, and was under the jurisdiction of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses. Although he himself has kung fu, it is absolutely impossible for him to do anything with the officers and soldiers, and the officers and the gang of Shicai are not wearing official uniforms, even if they fight, they will have to resign when they go to court in the future, but now that the official in charge of local security has come in person, he has no choice but to hand them over.
"Since it is the master of the workshop who is here in person," Zhou Wensheng hugged his fists to the seven-rank official, "Zhou naturally doesn't dare to make a mistake!" ”
"Huh?" Su Xiaoliu was stunned, "What do you mean, Mr. Zhou?" Just handed me over to them? ”
"Sixth master," Zhu Shaowen persuaded, "They are all from the official hall, and Mr. Zhou can't afford to mess with them!" ”
"Yes," Shen Chunhe said, "If you really make a move, then it will be a big trouble, besides, with so many people, even if you fight, you will have to be arrested!" ”
"Gentlemen," Zhang Sanlu calmed down a lot, "Since they are arresting people in the open, they will inevitably go to the hall to ask about the case, you are now the sixth master of King Zheng's mansion, they dare not do anything to you!" ”
"Okay then," Su Xiaoliu walked out helplessly, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned to Zhang Sanlu and said, "I'm tired of going back to King Zheng's Mansion to bring me a letter!" ”
"Definitely, definitely!" Zhang Sanlu nodded in agreement.
[Netizen]: Just handed over Xiaoliu like this?
[Netizen]: It's too unrighteous, right?
[Netizen]: I can't beat them if I want to, so many people!
[Netizen]: How can I sympathize with Xiaoliu a little!
[Netizen]: When encountering difficulties, no one helps, Xiaoliu is really careless in making friends!
[Netizen]: That's it, it's not as good as that princess!
"Alas! How is it so unlucky! Su Xiaoliu sighed as he walked out the door and walked to the officer's side, he glanced up at his face, smiled evilly, and asked, "How many times have you washed your face?" ”
"Huh?" The officer didn't understand what he meant, "What did you say?" ”
"I said," Su Xiaoliu accentuated his voice, "How many times did you wash your face before you washed the off your face?" ”
"You!" The officer was furious, stepped forward and twisted Su Xiaoliu's arm with one hand, and held his collar with the other, and strode out.
"Wow!" Su Xiaoliu was so painful that tears were about to flow out, "Someone has abused the emperor's relatives!" Someone is abusing the children of the clan! ”
[Netizen]: This little six is cheap!
[Netizen]: Really, why are you provoking him now?
[Netizen]: If you can't beat people, it's not honest!
[Netizen]: This little six will take advantage of his mouth!
[Netizen]: It's over!
The officer didn't care at all, dragged him to the gate, put him on his horse and tied him up, and then said to the city patrol royal history: "My lord, I have left it to you, fortunately, I didn't do it, otherwise it will take a little more trouble!" ”
"It's hard work!" The Imperial Historian of the City Patrol arched his hand, and then waved his hand to his subordinates, "Let's go, go back to the Soldiers and Horses Division!" ”
In the backyard of Zhou's house, Zhu Shaowen, who had not yet woken up from the accident, stepped forward and asked Zhou Wensheng: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think we should do next?" ”
"The three of you hurry up to Prince Zheng's Mansion to report the news," Zhou Wensheng said while thinking, "I'll go to the Metropolitan Procuratorate to find an acquaintance and ask what is going on!" ”
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In the southern suburbs of Beijing, Zhang Lexing drove a carriage and galloped on the official road. The seriously injured old musician was lying on a thick mattress, and because the carriage was very bumpy, Du Jinchan and Ren Zhuzi were holding the old musician's body and head to prevent his wounds from hitting the inner wall of the carriage.
At this time, suddenly the horse neighed, Du Jincian hurriedly held on to the window, lifted the curtain to see, saw Zhang Lexing was tightening the reins, and then looked forward, and saw that the avenue in front of the carriage was full of thorns more than one person high.
"It seems," Zhang Lexing calmed the horse and gasped, "that imperial history surnamed Wan has changed!" ”
"Brother Zhang," Du Jincian looked at the uniforms of those officers and soldiers, "I see that these officers and soldiers are not from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses!" ”
"Oh?" Zhang Lexing was stunned and was about to ask her, when someone from the officers and soldiers had already shouted to them.
"On the order of the commander of the infantry army, the yamen:" a leader of the Qing soldiers shouted, "Take Du Jincian and others to the yamen of the commander of the infantry army for questioning!" ”
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In the hidden place outside the Jingshi Metropolitan Inspectorate, Shi Wanchao, the city patrol emperor, was holding a large envelope and was waiting anxiously.
As soon as he saw Wan Chao, he took the envelope in his hand, opened it and took out a manuscript of more than ten pages, and then read it carefully, and praised it: "It's a big deal!" It is worthy of being born in Kejia, and the edge under this is like a sharp knife, which is really bloody! ”
"Brother," Wan Chao was full of praise when he saw him, and his heart was also very excited, "Duanhua of Prince Zheng's Mansion is a relative of the emperor, and as soon as I impeach him, it will set off a big storm." Brother, my little seventh-grade official, when the big waves hit, how can I withstand it? ”
"Don't worry, brother!" Shuangshou patted his chest and said, "There is a big ship called King Dingjun, as long as you are on the boat, no matter how big the wind and waves, you don't have to worry!" ”
"It's all up to the man's recommendation!" Wan Chao saluted him, "It's a blessing to be able to get on the big ship of the King of Dingjun!" ”
Shuangshou pointed to the folded manuscript in his hand, and smiled knowingly: "Brother, this masterpiece is 'Vote for Fame'!" It's all up to me for the rest of the week! ”
"Good!" Wan Chao nodded heavily and took the folded manuscript back, "I'll write the fold now, and I'll send it immediately!" ”
"Well, without further ado!" Shuangshou said, "Duanhua has already taken the bait, and that Su Xiaoliu has also caught the Terracotta Division, and now he only owes Dongfeng." As long as this fold of the elder brother is on it, and a gust of east wind blows, you will know who the next Prince Zheng will be! ”