Cui Delu looked at the back of the middle-aged man and said coldly: "I know what you rely on, isn't it Chang Sanqi Si, Liu Wufei Liu, Chen Qi, these people? I know that you can fight, and your brothers are also very good at fighting, but don't forget, Chang San Fei Liu is the captain of the Yulin Army, Liu Wu is the leader of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, and Chen Qi is an old man who has retired from the guards." The big guys gently their fingers, and you will be pressed into the deepest part of the underworld, and you will never be able to turn over. ”

The middle-aged man turned around and frowned into his eyes.

"Over the years, your most reliable and capable brother has died a lot, except for Qi Si's waste, you can only rely on these guys, but you don't understand the power of the nobles at all. They only need a word, a piece of paper, to trap the force you rely on the most in the barracks. The bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods in Chang'an City, who have been suppressed by you for more than ten years, must be happy to jump out and bite you hard once they know the news, right?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, the expression on his face gradually calmed down, and he continued to walk outside the door.

Cui Delu sneered behind him and said, "The old dynasty of the Spring Breeze Pavilion ...... Your hand has stretched out too long, and it has reached the court...... Now that you're all enemies, I'm going to see who can tolerate you!"

The middle-aged man put his right hand on the door, and after a moment of silence, he said, "As long as the sky can tolerate me, I can live." ”

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The conversation on the top floor of the red sleeves, in a sense, determines the natural course of the history of the underground world of Chang'an City, when those big people who live above the temple suddenly become interested in caring about the weeds above the rivers and lakes, no matter how vigorous the vitality of those weeds is, how strong the living ** is, it will be like the grassland after the wildfire, leaving only the scorched waist and the grass roots in the residual soil, and it is impossible to repeat the previous luxury.

That's what power tastes like.

Yushi Zhang Yiqi's wife is actually very accustomed to this kind of smell in her life, so when Zhang Yiqi died suddenly, she couldn't accept this fact at all, and took the group of women who went to the Qinglou to make trouble to lead the old man's body home and cried for two days, and then began to run between Dali Temple and the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion, which was responsible for the security of the capital, but unfortunately this time it was her turn to smell the smell of power, and the smell became a little bad.

"How could my lord be so short-lived? He told me that twenty-seven years ago, the master of the national teacher once showed him his fate, saying that he would definitely live a long life of 100 years, and in my opinion, my lord must have been killed by the fox spirit in that building! Lord Jing Zhaoyin, you have to make the decision for me, if you dare to protect that building, I will go to the prince's mansion to ask His Royal Highness to administer justice for my lord!"

The official sitting on the stage was about forty years old, with triangular eyes and rosacea, and a sparse beard under his chin, his appearance was really indecent.

The official looked at the thin woman standing under the hall, and was troubled by her words, fortunately, the officials of the Tang Dynasty were very clear about the legendary life of the National Teacher, and he carefully pinched his fingers to understand that twenty-seven years ago, the National Teacher was just a fire-burning Taoist servant at the south gate of Haotian Dao, and he had not been able to meet the current saint and make a career, at that time, he was only afraid that Zhang Yiqi's fortune telling was mostly a fraud factor, thinking of this section, he couldn't help coughing twice and said majestically:

"Ahem...... Madam, please mourn, first of all, you have to understand that this official is Yang Yu, the judicial officer of Chang'an Mansion, not Lord Jing Zhaoyin, and secondly, the remains of Lord Yushi have been examined in detail, and it is indeed because the carriage accidentally toppled and collapsed, and the director was killed by a heavy blow to the head, which is really not a murder. ”

Yushi Zhang Yiqi died at the side gate of the Qinglou, which caused a stir in Chang'an City, but it was mostly ridiculed and ridiculed, and no one in the officialdom linked this matter with any murder.

But no one expected that Mrs. Yushi would go directly to Dali Temple without reluctance. The work of the imperial history is to offend the officials, and the popularity is naturally not too good, although Zhang Yiqi is dead, but His Royal Highness the backer is still there, so no official will take the opportunity to fall into the well and splash dirty water, but no one wants to be nosy, so Dali Temple unceremoniously directly pushed Mrs. Yushi back to Chang'an Mansion.

Jing Zhaoyin heard the sound of the drum beating before, and then inquired that it was the fierce and difficult Mrs. Yushi, who had already sneaked back to the back house through the side door, and then told his subordinates that he was unwell today and needed to recuperate.

Shangguan Yangyu joined the army as a judicial officer in Chang'an Mansion, and was in charge of the investigation of criminal names, but he couldn't find a reason to slip away, and he didn't want to slip away, in the eyes of other officials, Mrs. Yushi was a tough woman who was not easy to mess with, but in his eyes, all the officials' wives were paper tigers, as long as they were scared of what they were afraid of, they could be dealt with, and maybe they could get some benefits from it.

This kind of moment does not forget to reap the benefits, which shows the greed of this judicial soldier, and this has to start from his background. Shangguan Yangyu's ancestral home is the Southern Jin Dynasty, the ancestors moved to Chang'an after five generations settled here, living in the poor Dongcheng for generations, there is no promising man in the partial family, either good gambling or lustful, the whole five generations have only saved two broken tile houses and a dozen taels of silver, until Shangguan Yangyu's generation, he was lucky to pass the written examination for the recording of officials, and then from the bottom of the prison guard, until now he finally has a real official body.

After joining the army as a judicial officer, Shangguan Yangyu was no longer as low-key and cautious as he had been over the years, and his fear of poverty and the fanatical pursuit of money made him start his own road of bribery.

In the case of Yushi Zhang Yiqi, he didn't dare to wrongfully accuse the Qinglou, but he wanted to try to see if he could extort some silver money from the dead man's wife, he squinted his eyes and looked at the thin Mrs. Yushi, without waiting for the other party to refute angrily, he beckoned the other party to come closer, and said in a low voice: "Madam, the witness is your own guard entourage, and the physical evidence is still piled up in the backyard of the Yamen, and the Lord Yushi still smells of fat powder, and when you rushed over with the group of servants with wooden sticks that day, half of the people in Chang'an City saw it." You said...... Lord Yushi didn't crash to his carriage in a panic because he was afraid that you were going to Qinglou to catch a traitor, who would believe it?"

Mrs. Yushi suddenly changed color, and was about to scold fiercely, Shangguan Yangyu smiled slightly, his triangular eyes narrowed into a small square in the middle of the copper coin, and continued to lower his voice and said: "Actually, this official also understands that Lord Yushi's death is too bizarre and too ...... It's not good, you have to make a fuss, so that you can appear to have a clear mind, and lest someone say that you forced your master to death, besides, if you really make trouble, that building will not have to pay you a lot of money? Alas, this person will no longer be able to care about the living when he dies in the underworld, and what is the use of the little bereavement and bereavement issued by the imperial court? ”

The expression on Mrs. Yushi's thin face was extremely unnatural, and it was obvious that Shangguan Yangyu had said that she was in her mind, and after she was stunned for a long time, she suddenly looked at him with anticipation, and said in a low voice: "If this thing is done, I will divide you...... Twenty percent. ”

If you dare to trade Tang Lu directly in the public court, if you let the Yushitai or the palace know about this, whether it is Shangguan Yangyu or this Yushi lady, they probably won't be able to escape death, but today the entire Chang'an Mansion Yamen people are afraid of the Yushi Lady spilling and avoiding, the public court is very clean, and she is not worried about being heard.

However, to the surprise of Mrs. Yushi, Shangguan Yangyu's face suddenly sank, he slapped his hand in shock, and shouted: "What a bold woman, because your husband is the imperial history, I respect you for three points, and I actually want to find a way to die!"

A break directly stunned Mrs. Yushi, Shangguan Yangyu's face seemed to be painted, and quickly became amiable, and said seriously: "This official reprimanded you to save you, do you know who the backer of that building is? You still want to blackmail money from there? You are so bold." ”

Mrs. Yushi held the desk and said in a trembling voice: "This ...... This...... I need to ask for more advice. ”

Shangguan Yangyu naturally couldn't say that Chang'an Mansion accounted for a few shares in that building, so he pretended to point to the sky mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "That's the queen's property." ”

"Huh?" When Mrs. Yushi heard the words of the queen's mother, she was immediately frightened, and even felt that her knees were a little weak, and said in a trembling voice: "How is this good, how is this good?"

"If you insist on making trouble, I can't guarantee that Lord Yushi's reputation behind him will be saved, after all, someone saw him running out of the green building, and he was still drunk at the time. ”

Shangguan Yangyu looked at her and said: "Yushi **, if you let the palace know, even if you die, you will be removed from your official position and be exempted, and then you will really be empty." ”

Lady Yushi asked in horror, "What about ...... That...... But what's the case? If I don't sue me, will I succeed?"

"The problem is that this matter has already been troubled, but if you can get the person in charge of the building over there, I don't let this matter get into the palace, especially in the ears of that person, or the matter can still be done. ”

"Then do it!" Mrs. Yushi had long since lost her mind, her thin face was full of confusion and nervousness, and asked, "How do you think this matter should be handled?"

Shangguan Yangyu smiled slightly, knowing that there would be another amount of money in the account soon, he couldn't help but feel that every pore on his body was stretched, and the thin face of Mrs. Yushi in front of him became a lot more pleasant, and he thought proudly in his heart: How can it be as simple as eating a man to eat a woman, and how can it be comfortable to eat a dead person if it is a living person.

He was born poor and can even be said to be lowly, his ancestors have no legacy, there is no backer behind him, he has an ugly face, he is as greedy as a locust when he eats the plaintiff and the defendant, he is as thick as a wild boar when he pats his superiors, and his moral temperament is not appreciable, but as long as Master Haotian does not accept him, he will continue to live so persistently and uglyly, as the saying goes, as long as God can tolerate me, I can live.

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The spring rain continued for two days, and the business in Lin47 Lane was still so deserted.

Ning Que didn't know that there was a judicial officer named Shangguan Yangyu in Chang'an Mansion to join the army, because of the greed in his bones, he solved the last little trouble for him to assassinate the imperial history Zhang Yiqi, at this time he was holding a slightly hot noodle bowl, looking at the bluestone slab that was constantly washed by the rain, thinking about the admission test in the near future, thinking about the expensive tuition and accommodation fees, he was a little depressed, he felt a little cold, and subconsciously tightened his collar with his left hand.

Although the rent was exempted from the owner with a mysterious background for a whole year, a careful calculation is equivalent to earning three hundred taels of silver, but this silver is not cash silver, just something on paper, if the owner really can't withstand the pressure of the government or the old pen shop can't operate even if there is no rent, it is equivalent to zero.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again, lowered his head and teased the noodles in the bowl with the tips of his chopsticks, poked at the tender green onions, and didn't eat at all, he didn't even have any interest in writing in the past two days, not to mention that this bowl of soup noodles with four peppercorns and thirty green onions can be guessed without smelling it with his eyes closed.

The rain outside the shop was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground, the water splashed into fog, and the sight was getting worse and worse, the outer wall of the treasury of the household department was almost unclear, Ning Que walked to the threshold with a noodle bowl, half-squatted and continued to watch the rain, and then began to eat noodles with his head down.

Suddenly, he looked up to the right.

A middle-aged man appeared outside the door of Lao Bizhai with an oil-paper umbrella, and the arrogant rain wet most of the green shirt on his body, and the scabbard on his waist was also full of water droplets.

The green shirt was wet by the rain, and the color on the front placket was a little dark, and it looked a little wolf, but the wonderful thing was that the middle-aged man did not feel the slightest wolf bèi, and stood quietly at the threshold door with an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the uninterrupted rain in front of him, his expression was calm and calm, just like looking at the peach blossoms and sunshine all over the street.

Ning Que looked up at him for a moment, did not speak, and continued to lower his head to eat noodles.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man suddenly looked down at him and said with a smile: "The face is very fragrant." ”

Ning Que squatted on the ground and replied, "I've eaten too many times, and no matter how fragrant the noodles are, it's just like that." ”

"I haven't eaten it. ”

"Although you have exempted me from my rent for a year, I am not going to treat you to dinner. ”

"I love what you write. ”

The middle-aged man's topic changed very quickly, just like the rain dripping in front of the two of them, and the umbrella slid down the umbrella surface without seeping, from which it can be felt that this person is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and does not allow subordinates to question his orders.

"I like it too. ”

"Very well written. ”

"I know I write very well. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The ...... in the word The killing intent is very full, and I have rarely seen anyone so full of killing intent. ”

Ning Que lowered his head and was silent, looked at the noodle bowl he was holding in his hand and asked, "Are you going to kill someone tonight?"

The middle-aged man replied with emotion: "Yes, God can tolerate me, but no one can tolerate me, then I have no choice but to kill." ”

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