The street is very lively, there are many people entering the city today, and there is such an incident, and the streets and alleys are talking.

The Qinglong Glaive fell, killing and injuring dozens of people, which was already a bad omen on Emperor Guan's birthday.

The people exchanged their heads and sighed pitiful in their mouths, but what they thought in their hearts was beside them.

Two alleys were burned not long ago, and now they are like this, will there be another disaster in the future?

The most well-informed Suxiang Building is full of people.

The proprietor stood in the alley at the back door, looked at the person who only showed half of his jaw in embarrassment, rubbed his hands, and said, "Fifth master, this news is spread outside, and our Suxianglou will not be sealed by the yamen, right?" ”

He wants to make money, but he also has to spend his life.

The fifth master's voice was deep, and he said: "You just have to go outside and say, Yangxin Palace, Beiyi and Beier Hutongs, Guandi Temple, these are all three times, and when you turn around, you should look for Yan Qingzhen all over the world, and the court documents are sent out, and you can control your mouth?" ”

The proprietor's heart is empty.

Everyone in the capital knows about the collapse of the Yangxin Palace, but the people are not clear about the fact that Yan Qingzhen people were driven out of the capital instead of mentioning the saint at the Qingming sacrifice.

If Su Xianglou is the first to say it, the popularity is there, but will there really be no accident?

The fifth master looked at the hesitant proprietor with a smile and said, "If you don't say it, there is always well-informed on the East Street." ”

The owner's neck was cold, the fifth master was his God of Wealth, where did he dare to give the God of Wealth to other families, and immediately said, "Listen to you, I will explain it." ”

Seeing that the owner was going back, the fifth master stopped him and beckoned not far away.

Only then did the proprietor see that there was another person in that corner, that person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looked extremely energetic.

The fifth master said: "This is Ah Yuan, I am sometimes not in the capital, if there is any new news, he will come to tell you." ”

Where does the owner dare to call "Ah Yuan", it is not easy to call "brother" in terms of age, and the rules and regulations call "Yuan Ye".

Brother Yuan nodded with a stiff face, and said hello.

The proprietor went to make arrangements, and the fifth master and Brother Yuan walked out of the alley together.

Brother Yuan pondered and asked, "Fifth Master, are you going to go out of Beijing?" ”

"There's a noble man who has explained something and wants to do it himself." The fifth master replied casually.

At the end of the conversation, Brother Yuan didn't ask again, he guessed in his heart that their fifth master would come to Beijing from Yecheng, and it was also because of that nobleman.

It's just that I don't know what the origin is, so that the fifth master can do things for him wholeheartedly.

The Yecheng Zhou family, the Yongding Marquis Mansion sealed by the great grandfather at the beginning of the dynasty, only inherited seven generations, and when it came to the great-grandfather of the fifth master, he was the last Yongding Marquis.

A few years ago, the old marquis passed away, and the title of the Zhou family was gone, but after all, he was an old minister of the founding dynasty, and he had been operating in Yecheng for a hundred years, and the foundation was still there.

The fifth master is from the Zhou family's eldest house, and it is said that he can be his son-in-law in Yecheng, but when he was about to open spring, he suddenly had the idea of entering Beijing.

These people under them can't persuade the fifth master anyway, and I heard that the Zhou family also persuaded them, but it's useless.

The fifth master made a decision, and no one could change it.

Brother Yuan was still thinking to himself, and suddenly he heard the fifth master calling him.

"Ah Yuan," the fifth master's voice was not heavy, and even because he was young, he was very clear, "You go back to Ming County this time, arrange your subordinates, and hand over the affairs there to someone who understands, and you will come to the capital to help me in the future, I am not enough alone." ”

Brother Yuan has always been what the fifth master says, and he said: "Listen to you, I think Xu Qi is very spiritual, I'll leave it to him." ”

The fifth master was very impressed by those people, and immediately remembered the mustache Xu Qi, and nodded in response.

At this time, Brother Yuan and the fifth master said goodbye and set off, and in the lobby of Suxiang Building, there was already a sensation.

Yan Qingzhen once lived in the Lingyin Temple in Xishan, and his Taoism was outstanding, and he had a good fate among the people in Beijing.

An old woman frowned when she heard this, and sighed: "In March, the real person also gave me a sign, and I asked him how long he would stay in Lingyinguan, and the real person said that he would stay until autumn.

When I went again in April, the real person was no longer there, and I just thought he had changed his mind and traveled all over the world, and it turned out that he had been driven out of the capital!

Real people have real skills, and I can't say anything about the big things like the Heart Palace, but the real person explained to me is right every word. ”

But in an hour, the name of Yan Qingzhen resounded throughout the capital.

There are those who are bold and bluntly say that the saints do not listen to the words of real people, which is why they have suffered a series of disasters.

There are also those who have eaten too much wine, and when they open their mouths, they say that the concubine Yu is a demon concubine, and she is a concubine.

The proprietor was furious when he heard this, and he didn't know whether he was in a hurry or regretful, but he was a little relieved to see that there was really no movement in the yamen.

In the government office, where is there time to care what they say.

The saint should go down to find Yan Qingzhen, and the documents from all over the place must be sent down, and the most worrying thing in the government is the aftermath of the Guandi Temple.

When it was time to light the lamp, Jiang Muyuan came out of the council office, and as soon as he sat down in the small study in the mansion, Han Lei handed him a letter.

Jiang Muyuan opened it and took a look, his eyes were heavy, and when he finished reading, he burned all the flames of the oil lamp.

Listen to the wind and open the food box and set the meal.

Jiang Muyuan held the chess chopsticks and explained: "I will go to Pearl Lane for a while to spread the word, and I will say that Shi Ying has been disposed of, so don't worry." ”

Tingfeng's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "Master, don't you go and say it yourself?" ”

Jiang Muyuan knocked him on the head with chopsticks with his backhand: "Can you go away?" ”

This is also afraid that a few old adults will not be able to stand the hunger, so they gave a quarter of an hour to simply fill their stomachs, and when they finished eating, they continued to go to the council hall to talk about things.

The matter of Guandi Temple, it is not big or small, and it is not small to say that it is small, and several yamen are bargaining, and it is good to have a result before the third watch.

He wanted to say it himself, but he couldn't go back to the fourth watch, right?

Listening to the wind, I don't know that their master is busy, and it doesn't matter if he runs around for the saint all day long, but he also has to toss these things that he didn't have to worry about.

But Jiang Muyuan only has the status of a nobleman, and has no substantive official position, and some things can't be done as soon as he slaps the table, that is, he pulls the saint out as an arrow, and it depends on whether the saint turns around and agrees.

Anyway, according to what the wind said, some of their lord's ideas are different from those of the saint.

Like the matter of raising the silver of the Heart Palace, you can only come once, a few more times, even if the queen mother and the eldest princess protect it, the saint will have to settle accounts with their master.

Listening to the wind, he sighed secretly.

Busy is busy, but no matter how busy you are, you can't delay pleasing Miss Gu, right?

If you don't hurry up, beware of not even eating pickled melon steamed buns in the future.

Listen to the wind and say: "Then the slave will go on a trip, and by the way, bring some crystal oil packets from Suxianglou, and go back to Aunt Jia to say that Miss Gu likes the oil bags very much, and the slave will give them to Aunt Jia and let her steam them for Miss Gu tomorrow morning." ”