On the twenty-fifth day of May in the fifth year of orthodoxy, night had come.

Although it is a small Dragon Boat Festival, it still can't suppress the passion of the people. In this era of lack of entertainment, in this era when there are no electric lights and televisions and the doors of the shops are closed at night, during the holidays, in order to reflect the joy with the people, the officials at all levels will make a big splash and try every means to exaggerate the atmosphere of the festival.

The streets are bustling with people tonight, not to mention shoulder to shoulder. The season has reached the end of May, and the hustle and bustle of the heat wave during the day has obviously not dissipated, many people's thin vests are soaked, and occasionally the night breeze blows.

The air is filled with the sweet and fragrant aroma of glutinous rice dumplings, the fire trees and silver flowers on the street, and the voices of storytellers, hawkers, gongs and performers, and friends come and go.

There are a few squares in the northeast of Beijing, and the most lively one tonight is the reverence square. The Guozijian who is in the Reverence Fang is also banned tonight, and the prisoners of the Jingshi take advantage of the good night tonight, and they all go home to make a tooth sacrifice, and the other prisoners do not want to live up to the beautiful scenery of such a good day, and they all call friends to lead them out of the Guozijian compound and go to the Confucian Temple a few steps to the east.

Reverence Fang Confucian Temple is the most magnificent Confucian Temple in Beijing. Not only that, but letting this country be adjacent to the Temple of Literature shows the intention of the imperial court. During the festival, the princes of the court, in addition to the vulgar martial artists who dance guns and sticks, from the first and second grades of the senior members, down to the copywriting staff, all come to this Confucian Temple. Three, three, two, two, swim slowly, look at the white silk in the temple, the pen and ink words left by those rising stars, add some sesame oil money, get a Zen room, chat about the history of the wilderness, pull the feelings, the set is almost, maybe a certain will be able to be promoted. It is also based on this, the prisoners are enthusiastic to come here, after spending a few coppers, shaking their heads in front of the white silk to write a few sentences, if they enter the eyes of those high-ranking officials, not to mention, they can get a student title will be inexhaustible. Even if you don't get your way, it's good to make a name for yourself.

The square in front of the Temple of Literature and the east and west streets are very lively. With these people, the incense of the Temple of Literature is naturally prosperous. Most of the people are willing to come here to play, not only because of the prosperity of the incense, but also because many officials come here, and the Shuncheon Prefecture attaches great importance to the security of this reverence workshop. Not to mention disputes, even those petty thieves and gangsters have to be restrained a little when they come here, maybe an inconspicuous old farmer and street vendor is a secret agent of the Shuncheon Prefecture Bureau.

The sentry spy is easy to use, but there are many people who need it. The Shuncheon Prefecture is also very troubled by this matter, no, there are only a few guards in the front of the Shuncheon Prefecture Office, and the rest of the people are all scattered. Of course, none of them on Juxian North Street have decreased, Jiang Tao and Zhan Fucheng know deeply that there is a major event over there, and it is estimated that it will not be calm tonight. The Temple of Literature didn't dare to be sloppy, so the two had to go out in person and ask for a meditation room in the Temple of Literature and set it up as a temporary office. Chen Tongju was their henchman, and was sent to Juxian North Street to squat at the Tianji Grain Store, while Lu Tongjuan and others were the people of Xu Xi, the right attendant of the military department, and Xu Xi was the person of the king thief, so they had to stay in the Confucian Temple for fear that they would make them bad.

At this time, Jiang Tao walked around the room anxiously. Just now, Chen Tongju sent someone to report that a lot of people suddenly appeared on Juxian North Street, and although there was no trouble, there were already hints of action, and he asked whether to disperse or arrest people.

"Brother Boyuan, you can't catch it!" Zhan Fucheng pondered for a moment and said: "Tonight with the people, there are so many people on Juxian North Street to play, how to catch it?" As soon as they started to arrest the people, they didn't run around and shouted, saying that we were arresting the people by the Shuntian Government Bureau, but in a moment's effort, the entire Jingshi would be shaken! ”

Jiang Tao nodded and said, "The person I am worried about is also this!" If you can't catch it, then disperse. ”

Zhan Fucheng shook his head and said, "You can't disperse." When they do it, we can justifiably disperse and arrest people! ”

It can't be dispersed! Jiang Tao also knows that since the other party provokes the people as cover, as long as he accepts the recruitment, it is the same as dispersing and arresting people. He's just talking about it. The opponent is really calculating!

"Send someone to tell Chen Tongju, be careful, don't disperse or arrest people, squat and guard." Jiang Tao said breathlessly.

The servant standing aside immediately went out to send a message to the waiting person.

"Brother Bo Yuan, do you think the opponent is waiting for something?" Zhan Fucheng asked suddenly.

As soon as Jiang Tao heard this, he walked to the chair and sat down, turned his head to look at Zhan Fucheng, nodded, and said, "Jiang is also suspicious." It's just that they haven't guessed what they're waiting for. Jiang just wondered if they still had people in other places, and if they were ready to attack the west. ”

"Zhan also thinks so, there is no sign, it is useless to just guess." Zhan Fucheng said: "I'm afraid that they will come to this Temple of Literature." ”

Jiang Tao was stunned, come to this Temple of Literature?

I'm really scared of anything. There was a noise outside, and Jiang Tao shouted and asked, "Why is it so noisy outside?" ”

"My lord, there is a fire in a small side hall in the east!" An official outside replied.

Fire? Jiang Tao and Zhan Fucheng looked at each other. Here it comes!

"Let's go!" After Jiang Tao finished speaking, he raised his legs and ran out.

Zhan Fucheng hurriedly stood up. Let's do it! Chen Tongju, you ask for more blessings!

Jiang Tao and Zhan Fucheng ran to the small side hall in the east regardless of their appearance. This small side hall, the environment is quiet, in front of the crape myrtle from the hall, behind the hall is a small garden. This small side hall is the only good place in the Confucian Temple to be quiet, so there are many high-class meditation rooms, and most of the first and second grade adults come here to rest and sit.

At this time, in front of this small side hall, there were many embarrassed officials, talking about it in twos and threes, and the entourage of all the officials joined the firefighting army one after another. At this point, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Seeing many officials pouring out of the back door of the hall from Ziwei, someone shouted: "Someone from Shuntianfu is here!" ”

The officials turned back.

Jiang Tao and Zhan Fucheng suddenly felt pressured. From among the many officials in front of him, an old official wearing the official uniform of the crane complemented the spirit of the spirit, and when the two saw each other, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

This person was Yang Pu, one of the three Yang ministers of the cabinet, and he looked at Jiang Tao and Zhan Fucheng.

Jiang Tao couldn't help but feel uneasy, he didn't expect Lord Yang to come. And those thieves who want to die or not die set fire to this side hall!

"You're Bo Yuan?" I didn't expect Lord Yang to ask kindly. He'd heard of Lord Yang's good temper, but this is too good, right? The casual meditation room was burned, and his face was black and white, and he could still be so calm, which had to be admired by Jiang Tao.

"Xiaguan is really Bo Yuan." Jiang Tao looked down at Lord Yang's sewn official boots and replied. In such a high position, he is so poor! Suddenly, he realized that there was something wrong with his answer.

Zhan Fucheng couldn't help frowning. Brother Boyuan, what's the matter? Since Lord Yang calls him Bo Yuan and intends to narrow the distance, he doesn't call himself a student, how can he be called a lower official?

Jiang Tao hurriedly took a step forward and said hurriedly: "The student has seen Master Yang. ”

Zhan Fucheng next to him frowned again.

Seeing Jiang Tao's cramped and uneasy look, Yang Pu said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, you can call it whatever you want." Bo Yuan, why did this side hall catch fire? ”

Jiang Tao suddenly sweated on the tip of his nose. Why did the fire start? He wanted to know too......