After saying goodbye to Fang Haoze, Mingyun took a carriage and went to the market. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Through the window of the carriage, it was really bustling outside. There is a poem that says: "Six dynasties gold powder land, Jinling Imperial State", with the capital Jinling is a famous city in the world, there are 10 dynasties in history to build the capital here, and there is also the "ten dynasties capital" said.

In the early years of the new dynasty, the emperor began a 10-year huge city construction project in Jinling, and Jinling City was built into four city walls: the palace city, the imperial city, the capital city, and the outer outline, and now the royal road street is the central axis of the imperial city.

However, not long after Jinling was built, the new dynasty faced the nuisance of the remnants of the old dynasty in the north. The new emperor drove the expedition in person, broke the remnants of the old dynasty, and decided to move the capital to the north, and left Jinling as the capital, which has been ten years now.

Although Jinling was reduced to the accompanying capital, many of the meritorious nobles who founded the country still lived in Jinling City, so Fang Haoze's grandfather and father also bought a house in Jinling when they were appointed officials from the old dynasty to the new dynasty.

The small courtyard purchased by Mingyun for Fang Haoze is located in the capital, and the location is second to the imperial city where the meritorious nobles lived, which is much more prosperous than the outer outline, and can barely be regarded as a rich area.

Mingyun sat in the car, and couldn't help feeling in his heart, it had been four days since he faked his death and came to Jinling City from Qingfu Temple. Suddenly from the cold temple to the bustling capital, there is really a feeling of being in a different world.

He once thought that the Flying Immortal Pavilion would be like many forces in the rivers and lakes, no matter how prosperous it was, it would eventually be annihilated in history.

Unexpectedly, the only surviving Flying Immortal Pavilion Divine Son actually awakened Su Hui one day.

Regarding Fang Haoze's identity as a divine son, Mingyun was very sure that after he pointed out the original owner of Fang Haoze's body into the temple, he had to secretly observe it every few months.

That day, when the incident in the Patriarch Hall happened, Mingyun was already outside the house, he looked at Fang Haoze's might, only to find that the original Mu Ne's people had changed so much, thinking of the classic records in the Feixian Pavilion, he understood that the Divine Son had awakened at that time.

Therefore, at the critical moment when Gan You attacked the Son of God, there was a scene where he desperately saved himself.

In the past few days, he had close contact with the Divine Son, only to find out that the Divine Son was outstanding, and he was faintly happy in his heart, only to feel that the Feixian Pavilion finally had a successor. Even when he left the Seifuji Temple, where he had lived for more than ten years, he was more excited than reluctant.

"However, since Qingfu Temple has been handed over to the Ming Ring, I am also relieved. It's a pity, if it weren't for Tengyun Village, we still have a stronghold in Feixian Pavilion, and we also have a lot of income every year. ”

While thinking secretly, Mingyun couldn't help but recall the past memories of Qingfu Temple. More than ten years have passed, and you can't forget it.

For a while, the dull wisdom, the righteous Mingjie and others came to mind.

"Alas, people are still old, and they are much more sentimental than when they first came out of the Flying Immortal Pavilion. Shaking his head, Mingyun looked at the scenery on the road and shifted his attention slightly.

Coming out of his small courtyard, along Pearl Street in front of the door, Mingyun floated in the carriage, and in about a quarter of an hour, he arrived at the bookstore.

This dynasty has experienced wars and talents, and the imperial examination is the time of great prosperity. In this bookstore, it is really crowded and lively.

Because of their literacy, they are generally more knowledgeable, and because they have more information channels than others, there are not only all kinds of books for sale in this bookstore, but also many hand-copied newspapers for sale.

Unlike the official newspapers, which were only distributed to officials at all levels, the hand-copied newspapers distributed in the bookstores were also available to the general public.

Moreover, the official residence report only has information on official appointments, emperors' decrees, etc. The information of the hand-copied newspapers issued in the bookstore is much more comprehensive, and there are many cases in the yamen, which the common people like to see, and many people buy them.

After looking for a bookstore, Mingyun walked in, explained his intention to the boss, chose a few classic books, paid for them, and packed them into the carriage.

Before he got into the carriage, a newspaper boy ran by quickly, shouting as he ran: "There is a shocking case in Furong Town, more than 100 people died overnight, and today I have copied a copy of the newspaper in five languages." ”

"Furong Town, isn't that the edge of Qingfu Temple? I can't imagine that when the new dynasty first entered the peace, this kind of troubled disaster happened. Mingyun sighed disappreciatively, he had just experienced the troubled times, and there were too many such incidents to attract his attention.

"Shocked! Ten-year-old children are not spared, and the bloody record of the school scene in Furong Town. Today's hand-copied newspaper five texts, there is not much left, hurry up and buy it. ”

Another newspaper boy ran from a distance, waving his hand to copy the newspaper with his thin hand.

The slogan of selling the newspaper this time was more attractive, and a few people who looked like scholars shouted to the newsboy: "Bring me a copy." ”

The newsboy took the money with a smile and handed the hand-copied newspaper to the other party.

The two scholars took the hand-copied newspaper and read it.

At this time, Mingyun had already gotten into the car and was about to tell the coachman to start.

"My God, Brother Li's case is really not small, I'm afraid it will alarm Lord Zhizhou. ”

"Yes, Brother Wang, look at this bloody case, it's really sensational. A century-old ancient temple, a night of bloodbath, more than 100 people died in a dream. ”

"It's not it, they all died with their throats cut! It's so cruel, many of the little novices in here are only in their teens......

The two people commented on the case as if no one was around, and the speaker had no intention of listening to the heart, and Mingyun in the carriage suddenly turned pale when he heard this.

A bad premonition was born from the heart. He got out of the carriage almost in a hurry, took three steps and made two steps, rushed to the two scholars, grabbed the hand-copied newspaper, and read it at a glance.

"Why are you so rude, this hand-copied newspaper is what we paid for......" The two scholars were furious, pulling Mingyun's arm and screaming.

But where would Mingyun pay attention, while he looked at it, the expression on his face instantly changed several times, sometimes red and sometimes white.

waited until he finished reading the hand-copied newspaper, Mingyun squeezed his hand tightly to copy the newspaper, and said deeply to the two scholars beside him: "The two ministers are in front of each other, and they are rude, this bloody case is so appalling, I am in a hurry to read it in the next moment, please bear with me." ”

"If you want to see it, you can't grab it, it's five cents a piece. A reader complained.

"Sorry...... Let me make amends. Mingyun said as he took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, afraid that there would be one or two, and if he didn't look at it, he would stuff it into the hands of these two scholars.

"A little silver tael, to make amends to the two, by the way I bought this hand-copied newspaper, and said goodbye. Mingyun made a salute and got into his own carriage, and did not give others a chance to speak.

"Hurry up, I'm going home right away." As soon as Mingyun entered the carriage, he commanded in a hurried tone, and while he took out the hand-copied newspaper again and read it carefully, his expression was gloomy and his eyes were full of tears.

On the yellow-tinged shoddy hand-copied newspaper, the big headline reads: "Qingfu Temple, a century-old ancient temple, 112 people were cut throats overnight!"