The mayor of the capital slipped back into his backyard after hearing a knock on the door, told that it was the wife of a mischievous censor. He asked his subordinates to tell her that he was not feeling well today and needed to take a break.

As the judicial and military supervisor of the Chang'an local government, Shangguan Yangyu was in charge of the investigation. But he couldn't find an excuse to run away, he didn't want to. In his eyes, all the wives of naughty censors are paper tigers. As long as he scares them with something they're afraid of, he can handle the situation and maybe even get some benefits from them.

It can be judged that he is a greedy person, because in this case he still tries to get some benefits. His greed may be due to his family background. His ancestors came from the Southern Jin Kingdom and then moved to Chang'an. Five generations of the family then settled in the impoverished eastern region. However, none of the men in the family were successful. They either like to gamble or have a soft spot for women. Five generations of the family have accumulated only two broken rooms and a dozen ounces of silver. Shangguan Yangyu was the first person in this family to pass the exam and officially become an official. He started as the lowest prison officer and worked his way up the ranks.

After Shangguan Yangyu was promoted to judicial and military inspector, he was no longer as cautious as before. His fear of poverty and his frenzied pursuit of money prompted him to take bribes. The local government of Chang'an, a poor local government that relied on taxes, was closely watched by the entire imperial court. Although he can't be corrupt, he can definitely defeat the law.

As for the case of the censor Zhang Yiqi, he did not dare to wrongfully accuse the brothel, but wanted to get some money from the wife of the deceased. He squinted his eyes and looked at the emaciated woman. He waved his hand, beckoned her to come up, and while she was angry, he whispered: "Madam, your own escort witnessed the whole process, and there is still physical evidence in our backyard." In addition, we can distinguish the smell of cosmetics from Zhang Yiqi's body. The other day, a lot of people in the city saw you and your sisters going to a brothel with sticks in their hands. Think about it... He must have wanted to run away without being caught by you and hurriedly crashed into his own carriage.

The censor's wife suddenly became hostile. Just as she was about to scold him fiercely, Shangguan Yangyu smiled, and her triangular eyes narrowed into the squares inside the copper coin. He continued to whisper: "I understand that Zhang Yiqi's judge died too bizarrely, too stupidly, and ...... It's so humiliating. You should complain and make yourself clear and avoid being talked about by others about the culprit for his death. In addition, the brothel will compensate you for your losses. A dead man can't take care of you anymore, and the comfort and compensation given by the court won't help. Of course, getting a sum of money is a better option.

Shangguan Yangyu said what she was thinking, with a very unnatural expression on her face. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered in anticipation, "If it succeeds, I will share it with you...... 20%."

Dealing with Tang Fa in the court, if it is known by the provincial governor's mansion or the imperial court, it will definitely make them die. However, she didn't have to worry because no one was there. Everyone from the local government of Chang'an left, except for Shangguan Yangyu.

However, to her surprise, Shangguan Yangyu suddenly became angry. He slapped the table with a gavel in his hand and shouted sternly: "How dare you! I pay some tribute to you because you are Zhang Yiqi's wife. But you want to die!

The examiner's wife is still afraid. Shangguan Yangyu's face, which seemed to have been painted, suddenly became amiable again. He said seriously, "I want to save you." Do you know who the supporters of that brothel are? If you want to blackmail them, you really have a lot of guts.

The examiner's wife leaned against the countertop, trembling and said, "Please tell me about it."

Of course, Shangguan Yangyu could not tell her that the local government of Chang'an owned a part of the brothel. He deliberately pointed to the sky and whispered mysteriously, "It belongs to Her Majesty."

"What?" The censor's wife became panicked when she heard "Her Majesty the Queen". She was too scared to stand up. She repeated it in a trembling voice. "What should I do? What am I going to do?

"If you continue to find fault with the brothel, I can't vouch for the reputation of the deceased censor. After all, he was seen running out of the brothel, when he was drunk.

Shangguan Yangyu looked at her sternly and said, "The censor is visiting one." If known to the imperial court, he may be removed from his official position even if he is dead. Then you can't get any subsidies or compensation. All your efforts have been in vain.

The examiner's wife asked with a look of horror on her face, "Then, then...... What am I going to do? What if I drop the blame?

"The problem is that your actions have been dispersed. However, if you can reconcile with the brothel owner and stop the news from spreading further to the Palace, especially Her Majesty, maybe everything will be fine.

"Then let's do it!" The examiner's wife ran out of ideas. Her shriveled face was full of confusion and nervousness, and she asked, "How do you think I should reconcile with my master?"

Shangguan Yangyu said with a smile. Knowing that he would be able to get a sum of money right away, he couldn't help but feel every pore on his body relax and open. The shriveled face of the examiner's wife seemed to become even more cute. He thought to himself, "It is better to take money from a woman than from a man, and it is better to take money from a dead person than from a living person."

He was born into a poor family, in fact, a humble family. His ancestors left him no assets, and he had no one to rely on. He is ugly, greedily rips off the accuser and the defendant like a locust, and brazenly treats his boss like a wild boar. There is nothing honorable about him in terms of morality and personality. However, as long as Haotian doesn't punish him, he will continue to live like this, loyal and ugly. As the old saying goes, "As long as God tolerates me, I can still live."

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The spring rain fell for two days in a row. Business on Lin 47th Street has not improved.

Ning Que didn't know that Shangguan Yangyu, the judicial and military supervisor of the Chang'an local government, had already dealt with the small trouble he caused by assassinating Zhang Yiqi out of greed. At this moment, Ning Que was holding a small bowl of hot noodles, staring at the limestone in the rain, thinking about the upcoming college entrance exams and expensive student accommodation fees. He was a little depressed and felt cold. He subconsciously pinched the collar with his left hand.

Although the mysterious big boss has reduced the rent for a whole year, which is equivalent to three hundred taels of silver, he can't take it as real money. This is just on paper. It is also useless if the government forces the big bosses to collect rent, or if the old brush shop has no business.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. He lowered his head and played with the noodles and green onions in the bowl with his chopsticks. He didn't want to eat at all. For the past two days, he didn't even want to write, let alone eat this bowl of noodles, which he had been eating for several years. He didn't have to look to know that there were four peppercorns and 30 shallots in a bowl of noodles.

Outside the store, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it made a strong sound as it hit the ground. The splash of water splashes in all directions, turning into frogs and affecting people's vision. Ning Que could barely see the walls of the warehouse belonging to the Logistics Department of the Ministry of Taxation. He walked to the door with the bowl in hand, crouched down, and continued to watch the rain. Then he began to eat.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked to the right.

A middle-aged man, carrying an oil-paper umbrella, appeared outside the old brush shop. The rain soaked half of his turquoise robe and the scabbard around his waist. It's the big boss.

The layer on his chest and coat turned black, which was a bit miserable, and surprisingly, the middle-aged man didn't look miserable at all. He stood calmly at the door, holding an oil-paper umbrella, observing the rain, like admiring a street full of peach blossoms in the sun.

Ning Que looked up at the man for a while. He didn't say anything and continued to eat the noodles.

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly lowered his head to look at Ning Que and said with a smile: "It must taste good."

Ning Que squatted on the ground and replied, "I've eaten too many times. Just taste the same.

"I haven't eaten it before."

"Even if you waive my rent for a year, I won't be nice to you."

"I love your calligraphy."

The middle-aged man hurriedly changed the topic of their protection, and like the raindrops in front of him, the umbrella rolled down from the surface of the umbrella before it could seep out. It can be judged that this person is accustomed to giving orders and does not allow his subordinates to question his orders.

"Me too."

"Well done."

"I know."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's really rare to see calligraphy like this...... Killing Intent.

Ning Que lowered his head in silence. He looked at the bowl in his hand and asked, "Are you going to kill tonight?"

The middle-aged man replied lamentingly, "Yes." Heaven can allow me, but man can't, I must kill him.