In the sixteenth year of Jingkang, frost fell.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the twilight drooped slightly, covered by the boundless moonlight.

At the mouth of Wuyi Alley, the attic garden with red sleeves and plaques is slowly lit up, and the tassels decorated under the lanterns gently sway with the night breeze.

As the weather turned colder, the smooth brick pavement was covered with a thin layer of early frost.

When someone steps on it, it melts into mud in a moment.

It is very different from the deserted outside, and the red sleeves are very lively.

The guests held the delicate and graceful dancing queen, while drinking wine and talking and laughing, their clothes were loose, and before it was late at night, some people fell sideways.

It's a lot of spring.

"Spring kite, add some more wine to the master!"

With a clang, the door of the Red Sleeves was kicked open.

A cold hurricane blew in through the door, and the frozen drunks opened the flasks in a daze, and looked at them half-asleep and half-awake.

The noisy chatter and laughter came to an abrupt end.

Everyone in the audience closed their mouths and looked at the door in horror.

The bustard's mother in charge walked down from upstairs, followed by a group of fierce nurses, "Which one of the people who don't have long eyes dares to smash the door of the old lady!" ”

When I went downstairs, I was silent when I saw the visitor.

"Jinyiwei handles the case, and the idle people avoid it quickly!"

Several brocade guards wearing blue flying fish suits walked in, staring at the people hiding around with solemn and cold eyes, which made people's hearts tremble.

The three words Jinyiwei are enough to make people frightened.

No one has ever been able to get out of prison intact.

Either dead or maimed.

"A few adults......

The bustard's mother clutched her handkerchief tightly, for fear of colliding with someone, and cautiously poked it out.

Without moving two steps, he was forced back by a cold gaze, and stood there stiffly, smiling in fear.

Outside the door, another person walked in.

The bustard mother subconsciously raised her eyes to look over.

The visitor was dressed in a noble red flying fish suit, standing upright.

The slender fingers rested lightly on the handle of the embroidered spring knife on his waist, and Qing Lingling's eyes seemed to be holding ice.

Black hair, ink eyes, skin like beautiful jade, sideburns like a knife.

But no one dares to take the liberty of admiring his handsomeness, because this person is a decisive and indifferent Jinyi guard, and he is also a noble son of a prominent family in Jinling Imperial City.

Qi Ge Lao's youngest son, Qi Qianwan.

Just look at it, and you will be afraid.

The bustard mother lowered her eyes in a panic and shouted in a trembling voice, "Qi...... Lord Qi. ”

Qianwan went straight past her, the scabbard pointed at the man in the gorgeous robe who was lying on the edge of the table and shook like chaff, and tilted his head slightly indifferently.

"Master Hu, let's take a trip."

The dancing girl next to Hu Fengsheng turned pale, her lips were closed, and she looked at the man who said in surprise that she wanted to redeem herself.

Isn't he a good official who loves the people like a son?

Why did you want to be captured by Jinyiwei?

"Dare to ask what happened to this official?"

"You don't know?"

"I don't know that this official has been in charge of the household for ten years, and he has never been greedy for the people, so what can he say?"

Qianwan's expression was calm, and he kicked him in the chest, Hu Fengsheng fell to the ground, baring his teeth in pain, and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Qianwan leaned down, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "You are not greedy, but the people you raise are not less greedy." ”

In a small five-pin lang, the age is only eighty taels, but he has hoarded nearly 10,000 shops, all of which are hung under the skin of his distant relatives.

Tut.

is indeed a big corrupt official with clean sleeves.

Aunts and grandmothers are too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Take it away."

……

"My lord, that Hu Fengsheng bit the shop to death, and he was alone."

Fang Ling handed the results of the interrogation to Qianwan, and said helplessly, "It seems that I can't ask the famous hall tonight." ”

Qianwan glanced at the contents of the paper, "Shut it up first, go to the palace tonight to take a shift, and report to the emperor before making a decision." ”

The forces behind Hu Fengsheng can be regarded as having some blood this time.

Nearly 10,000 shops are not a small number.

It entered the emperor's private treasury.

Fang Ling nodded, and raised his hand to drag the dying Hu Fengsheng down.

"This paperwork, you write."

When Fang Ling heard Qianwan's words, his face changed suddenly, and he begged with a bitter face, "My lord...... "Don't take such a squeeze of subordinates."

They don't like to write about sour and smelly stuff.

Holding it for two hours may not be able to write two decent sentences.

Luo Gan laughed out loud unkindly, and was happy to hear about his brother's ordeal, "I'll go for you tonight, and write paperwork in the division!" ”

As he spoke, he chased after the cold figure in front of him easily.

"Wait for me, sir!"

(End of chapter)