The beggar looked at Gao Hongchao, a flattering smile appeared on his face, but his hand holding the stick still did not relax.

"This master, pity and pity my poor man, reward a few dollars!" As he spoke, the beggar sang a begging song.

Gao Hong was furious and was about to push the beggars away, but suddenly found that a large group of beggars had gathered around him at some point.

“…… The roads in Beijing are wide, and poor children have no food to eat. Now it is not cheap to ask for food, but also to eat with hard work. Sing well and listen slowly, it's really not good if you don't give a few articles. The beggars sang in unison, and at the same time surrounded Gao Hongchao's master and servant in the middle.

"You ...... What are you going to do? Gao Hongchao saw that the beggars' eyes were not good, and he couldn't help but feel frightened, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he snatched away the stick he was holding at once.

“…… If you don't sing well, you can speak, if you don't have money, you can do it! The beggars surrounded Gao Hongchao's master and servant and rushed straight to the corner of the wall, pushing them away from the door of the newspaper hall.

When the editor-in-chief and the newspaper workers saw this scene, they couldn't help but laugh secretly.

After the opening of the "Dianshizhai Pictorial" in the capital, due to the increasing sales of the newspaper and the abundant income, adhering to Mei Hong's concept of "helping the world and saving the people", the newspaper often took out a part of the income to open a porridge factory to relieve the poor, and the beggars in the capital were very affordable, so they have been grateful to the newspaper, and today they met Gao Hongchao to smash the museum, and the beggars who were receiving the porridge naturally did not give him good fruits to eat.

At this time, Gao Hongchao's screams and cries for help could be faintly heard from the corner of the wall, but because there were so many beggars surrounded, curious people from the outside world could not see what was going on inside.

"Who among you has seen him? Is he really the Imperial History? The editor-in-chief turned his head and whispered to the staff around him.

"I've seen him, this person's surname is Gao, his name is Hongchao, and he is indeed a royal history." A staff member recognized Gao Hongchao and replied with some disdain, "It's just a poor imperial history of bad conduct, I love to visit Bada Hutong on weekdays, but I don't give money when I'm done, I always drag it, and now the sisters and mothers of Bada Hutong hate him to death!" ”

"I don't give money for nothing! Then this man is terrible! Someone said, "As the saying goes: 'You can't smash your job, you can't smash your money, this person can't even pit money, you can see what it is!'" Is this person still the imperial history? It's fucking unreasonable......"

"The imperial history is an inspector, and he should be an upright person, but who would have expected it to be such a thing! The current officialdom is really unquestionable! Someone sighed.

"I see!" The editor-in-chief had a plan in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In this matter, I have to draw for him too!" ”

He turned his head and glanced at the corner of the wall again, at this time there were more and more onlookers, and he couldn't see Gao Hongchao's figure, but there were bursts of laughter from time to time, and one or two screams could be faintly heard.

At night, Weng Shuping in the study was still pacing back and forth.

Although it was already late, Weng Shuping at this time still had no sleep.

During the day, he finally agreed to Sun Lihui's excerpt and asked for "a ban on the newspaper hall that confuses the public with gossip", but he was worried that this excerpt might not be approved.

And it is difficult for him to judge what kind of consequences Gao Hongchao will lead to when he smashes the newspaper hall today.

In fact, he didn't feel any pity for Huang Shulan's death, nor did he feel sad, the reason why he behaved like that during the day was completely to make an example for those Qingliumen people.

Huang Shulan's death was actually a good thing to some extent for Weng Shuping.

Because as soon as Huang Shulan died, there were many secrets, and with his death, they disappeared forever, and no one would know about them anymore......

Just as Uncle Weng's thoughts were fluctuating, a person hurriedly ran in with the hem of his clothes.

"What's the matter?" Weng Shuping noticed that the face of the visitor was different, and immediately greeted him.

"Master, it's Gao Yushi......" The visitor looked at no one around, came to Weng Shuping's side, attached to Weng Shuping's ear, and whispered something.

Weng Shuping was stunned for a while, and then couldn't help but be a little funny.

"Dignified imperial history, humiliated by the hands of beggars! What a disgrace! ”

"I'm afraid that it's not only that, it is said that the newspaper is going to publish today's events in the newspaper, you must know that the palace is also reading this pictorial, if the queen mother sees it, I'm afraid of ......" said with a worried face.

"This is so high, it's really not enough! More than defeat! Uncle Weng sighed.

Just when Weng Shuping was troubled and sleepless because of Gao Hongchao's affairs, in the Forbidden City, there was another person who also failed to sleep like Weng Shuping, but his mood was completely different from Weng Shuping.

"Brother Xian, my brother is here today, I came to see you again......"

Li Lianying inserted the lit incense into the incense burner, looked at Lin Yizhe's tablet, and said in a choked voice.

"Brother Xian, an old brother is here today, there is good news for you......"

Li Lianying whimpered as she took a small copper brazier, put a cut of "Dianshizhai Pictorial" into the brazier, and lit it with a candle.

"Brother Xian, your revenge, your twin brother has avenged you...... Brother, I didn't personally send the thief back to the West, but I helped your brother, and it can be regarded as fulfilling the preface......" Li Lianying was already in tears when she said this.

"Your brother, and your virtuous brother, you are really a mold! As soon as I saw it, I thought that you were alive again...... "Li Lianying couldn't help laughing when she thought back to her first meeting with Lin Yiqing, but the tears still flowed down vigorously, "It's just that you, brother, seem to be a little less scheming than you are Brother Xian, but this method is powerful enough......"

"This "Dianshizhai Pictorial", have you seen it?" Li Lianying looked at the fire in the brazier gradually dimming, and said in a low voice, "This landslide is really good!" Everyone outside thought that this thief surnamed Huang had been punished by God, but my brother, I know what is going on, because the 'Dai Namat' that your brother used was taken from my brother! Hehe! Joyfully! Rejoice! ”

"If I can see the brother of the virtuous brother, I will have hope again in the future...... Brother Xian, don't worry, as long as the old brother still has a breath, you will help him and keep him safe......" Li Lianying wiped her tears, "Maybe, your brother can take everyone and continue to do a great career......"

Li Lianying was talking to herself, when she suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps at the door, so she immediately stopped talking and turned her head to listen.

"Second Chief? Two Chiefs? The voice of the little eunuch Wang Dehuan came in.

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