The officials of the Tang Dynasty are not easy to do, and the family of gate lords is still the main provider of court officials at this time.

At this time, the so-called imperial examination, most of its quotas are in the hands of the gate valve family, how many famous poets and talents in the world, more than half a hundred years old are not mixed with an official and a half-position, even if it is an official, without the backing of a wealthy family, he does not want to be an official of more than seven grades.

It's not easy for a cloth to get ahead, but Yang Mingsheng has gone from a small criminal department to the third position in the criminal department in just nine years!

Who is the criminal department of the criminal department? One step further is the squire of the criminal department, there are only two positions above his head, Shangshu and squire, which can already be regarded as an important official of the imperial court, Yang Mingsheng himself is not from a wealthy family, and he has never entered a wealthy family, so it is so easy to sit in this position?

Yang Fan was full of doubts in his heart, but based on these alone, he couldn't be sure whether Yang Langzhong was the person he was looking for, Yang Langzhong was the head of the Criminal Department back then, and he was a civilian official, and at the scene of the bloody case, there was also a civilian official, in addition to the soldiers of the Long Wu Army, there was only one civilian official,

He clearly remembered the appearance of that civil official, and he wanted to take a look at the appearance of this Yang Langzhong first, so as to decide on his next move.

But there are not many people who have seen Yang Langzhong, most of the people in the workshop know Yang Langzhong's home, but few people have seen Yang Langzhong, even the shop chief and Fang Zheng of Wuhou Shop have not seen Yang Langzhong himself, with their identity, even if they have something to do, they are only worthy of talking to the steward of Yang Langzhong's house.

Si Xinglang has a high position and power, which is what they can see for the small people who are promoted to fight? Even Yang Fan, Ma Qiao, and other fangmen who were responsible for opening the door of the fang, opened the door every day in the days of the last dynasty, and all they saw was the horse cart that drove out of Yang's mansion.

The next day, Yang Fan got up early in the morning, and he was not in charge of opening the door this month, so he didn't have to get up so early.

Yang Fan casually found a reason, first accosted a few words with the fang ding who opened the door, took the initiative to buy breakfast for him, rushed to Jiang Xuning's stall and bought two bowls of noodle soup, and when he walked back, when he walked back to the gate of Yang Mansion, the vermilion lacquer gate of Yang Mansion opened on time.

When Yang Fan takes turns to open the door, he has to welcome the carriages and horses of the officials every day, and the Yang Mansion is in the first song of just entering the door, and the gate of the house is facing the cross street in the workshop, so Yang Langzhong is very clear about the time when he opens the door and leaves the workshop every day. And Yang Langzhong's time to go out has always been punctual, never early, never late.

The door is open!

The door shaft of the gate of Yangfu must be oiled and maintained from time to time, and it is silent when the door is opened.

When the vermilion lacquer door opened, the sunlight flashed from the door, and there was a blood-colored light, and Yang Fan couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

The Yang family walked out of a few families, raised the tall threshold and moved aside, and a horse cart slowly galloped out of the courtyard. The carriage was driven towards the gate of the fang, surrounded by a few tall and shy slaves, and the family behind lowered the threshold again.

Yang Fan suddenly picked up the big wooden bowl and walked over.

"Ouch!"

Yang Fan screamed, as if he had suddenly seen the Yang family's carriage, and wanted to dodge, but in a hurry, he tripped on the not particularly flat ground, planted his body forward, and threw out a bowl of noodle soup with a "swish", splashing a hao slave head and face.

"Damn! You little beast, how unreasonable is that! ”

The slave was furious, stretched out his hand to grab Yang Fan, and poked out with one claw, but somehow, it was buckled in a greasy bowl.

"Huh? You are so unreasonable, I accidentally tripped and fell, and I was about to daoqian, why did you start beating someone. Can the powerful be so unreasonable? ”

Yang Fan craned his neck and shouted.

The slave grabbed the air with one claw, his head and face were full of oil, and he was already very annoyed, and when he heard his wicked man sue first, he trembled with anger, and stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, and was about to fill his old fist. …,

Yang Fan immediately opened his throat and shouted: "Come on!" Come and see the folks! The people of Yang Langzhong's family are bullying people! ”

In all directions, a group of bored people surrounded him, and Yang Fan, who was very popular with women, immediately received the enthusiastic support of those aunts, girls and daughters-in-law: "It's too unusual!" How can this be! Powerful people can't bully people like this, isn't it ......"

"Stop!"

Nahao Nu punched out, Yang Fan held his head with both hands, greeted with his forearm, and blocked the punch, and the second punch of Nahao Nu was about to come down, and a majestic reprimand suddenly came out of the car.

The bamboo curtains slowly rolled up, revealing a grim face.

Yang Mingsheng, around forty, with a slender neck, an eagle hooked nose, and a pair of sharp eyes, he turned his head slightly and looked out of the car, his eyes were like a condescending vulture, looking forward to foraging, which was daunting. Especially the two deeply sunken nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose made his face very cold.

Yang Langzhong asked coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

"Ah Lang (master), this ruffian boy, splashed my head and face with soup for no reason......"

The slave was so good that he hurriedly explained the situation to Yang Mingsheng, and before Yang Fan could speak, many people gave Yang Fan help: "People are just careless, aren't they just to avoid your carriage?" I've already apologized, it's not enough to kill people, what else are you going to do? ”

Yang Mingsheng's brows furrowed slightly, he withdrew his eagle-like sharp gaze, and said lightly: "Let go of him, you go back and change your clothes, wash it, you don't have to accompany me to the court today!" Walk! ”

The bamboo curtain slowly lowered, covering his precarious body.

The people in the streets, as far as he is concerned, are an ant under his feet, and the ant climbs on the surface of his feet and bounces away, who will be angry with the ant.

The car drove away in a whirling motion, and the people who gathered around to see the excitement also dispersed, and the ant that was ignored by Yang Langzhong was still staring at the direction he was leaving, motionless.

The sunken eyes, the eagle's hooked nose, the sharp and cold eyes, the meticulous hair, and especially the two furrow-like nasolabial folds, sucked his eyes deep like a magnet.

Yang Fan's eyes gradually rippled with a touch of blood-colored gloom, the scene in front of him suddenly hazy, suddenly clear, he seemed to see a green valley, a burning village, a mutilated corpse, a terrible and desperate cry, he seemed to see his sister deer running in the mountains and fields, watching her head fly......

All kinds of scenes changed in his mind like a marquee, and the background was always Yang Mingsheng's infinitely magnified cool image: concave eyes, eagle nose, and two deep nasolabial folds.

"Kill! Kill them all! Don't let any of them go! ”

The fierce and eerie voice kept echoing in Yang Fan's ears, and the sound became louder and louder!

The blood, the fire, and the corpse were all diluted by the louder and louder voice, and only the concave and eagle-nosed face left was infinitely enlarged, covering the entire valley, rippling in the blood-colored flames, and under the deep nasolabial lines, the mouth opened and closed and roared: "Kill!" Kill them all! Don't let any of them go! ”

Yang Mingsheng is him.

He is Yang Mingsheng!

Yang Fan will never forget Yang Mingsheng's appearance for the rest of his life, when he was still young, he was lying in the grass, covered with a clump of weeds, only revealing a pair of frightened eyes, he only saw this person, this person's appearance has been deeply engraved in his mind since then, I don't know how many times he woke up from a nightmare.

Many years have passed, and he rarely has nightmares anymore, but he has not forgotten this image, and he has never forgotten it.

God is pitiful, that cool official with concave eyes and eagle nose has finally been found by him!

Who said that there is no providence in the dark, isn't this providence?

"Sister! Daddy ......"

Yang Fan's eyes were lightly covered with a layer of tears, he raised his face, blinked, and blinked away the tears in his eyes.

Then he lowered his head and walked back, a heart-pounding smile quietly tuging into his lips.

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