Forty-two years after the establishment of the military.

The ninth day of June.

The crown prince Zhao Xin failed in his rebellion.

The capital was under martial law, and the forbidden army searched for anti-thieves from house to house.

……

Mortuary.

Li Ping'an stuffed two ingots of silver, bent down and said a lot of good things before sending away the search forbidden army.

Many of the corpses parked in the room were the corpses of officials affiliated to the East Palace, and the forbidden army actually wanted to arrest Li Ping'an and go to the yamen for interrogation on this ground.

"This is also outrageous, even saying that we harbor anti-thieves!"

I have long heard that every time a major case occurs, people are blackmailed.

Li Ping'an didn't care before, he held an official body, and he was barely a court eagle dog, but now he almost couldn't help it, and gave the forbidden army a cannon.

Three days later.

The prince's rebellion case is almost caught, and Kyoto ends military control.

This kind of case is easier to investigate than any murder or theft case, because no evidence is needed at all, as long as you get close to the prince, you will have to go to prison.

Why can't you ask for it under Miki, if you are not a thief, you have become a thief.

The end of a struggle is the beginning of a new struggle.

At present, the most important thing in the imperial court is to establish a new prince, which is related to the foundation of the dynasty and the career of hundreds of officials.

The civil and military officials are all gentle and elegant, delicate and elegant, and they claim to be nobles, but now they don't care about their image for the sake of interests, they quarrel and quarrel out of anger, and they actually fight in the Qinzheng Palace.

False officialdom struggles: intrigues, tricks.

Real officialdom struggle: civilian officials pull their hair, military attaches tease their legs.

These things reached the ears of the people, and became the fun after tea and dinner, and the timid snickered a few times, and the bold said that the official master was the same as us.

Half a month later.

The capital has returned to its former liveliness.

There were no forbidden patrols on the streets, and the people did not have to be afraid, but they were not peaceful.

In other words, there has never been a real peace.

The officials took advantage of the prince's rebellion, wanton extortion, and dared to complain and arrest the yamen.

Li Ping'an was busy for more than half a month, and made a windfall, more than the warlock case, and the two added up to two thousand taels.

"Once this kind of good thing comes back every year, we can become a martial arts ......"

The first time he made a fortune, Li Ping'an also sighed that he ate human blood steamed buns, and now he began to hope in his heart that it would be better for those who were officials to die more.

If you get rich and don't enjoy it, then you will be rich in vain!

Chunfeng Building.

The sound of silk and bamboo is bursting, and the sound of glamour is endless.

The boxes on the second and third floors were already full, and Li Ping'an could only share a table with familiar guests on the first floor.

"Niang Xipi, I have killed hundreds and thousands of officials these two times, why are there so many rich people in the capital? It's really the same as weeds, kill a stubble, and grow a stubble! ”

Li Ping'an scolded secretly in his heart, grinning on his face, and commenting with the guests at the same table.

The girls on the stage danced coquettishly, and the guests in the audience applauded repeatedly, everything was no different from last year, the year before last, and the year before last, as if the warlock case and the rebellion case did not exist at all.

It doesn't matter how many people I kill, as long as I don't die, I'll have fun in time.

Suddenly.

The guest named Liu Bo sighed: "A few days ago, Uncle Hui died, and I wanted to go to mourn, but there was no one at home, and it was said that the funeral was held in the countryside. ”

Li Ping'an frowned slightly: "Why didn't you send a mourning post?" ”

Uncle Hui is a familiar elder, his son is on duty in the prison, and he is also quite close to Li Ping'an.

"The whole family is dead!"

Liu Bo sighed: "It is said that that night, there were thieves who took advantage of the chaos to loot, and Uncle Hui's family was unlucky......

Li Ping'an was silent for a long time when he heard the news.

"Another acquaintance!"

A person's life is always a constant farewell.

A few days ago, I met Uncle Hui, and I heard him say that his son was going to be promoted, and he would be a wine drinker in a few days, who would have thought that there would be no chance in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping'an asked, "How do you go to the countryside for a funeral?" ”

"What else can I do, the family property has been divided among the same clan, and I am reluctant to spend money to do it in the capital."

Liu Bolian drank a few glasses of wine and was a little drunk.

I couldn't hold back my depression in my heart, got up and took the wine in one hand and leaned forward with the other, stepped on the T-step, leaned back slightly, and took a singing voice.

"What do you want to save the Lang Temple, you have no ambition to get rid of the traitor, sigh what life and death are in danger, look around, and be at a loss......"

sang a paragraph, adjusted the tone and circled, and did not lose the corner of the Fuchun class.

The guests at the same table applauded one after another, and this scene tells the story of Daqian Taizu, who was framed and exiled by local officials and had to rebel.

No one noticed the down-and-out scholar at the same table, bowing his head and drinking silently, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Li Ping'an drank a pot of wine, feeling very bland, and the girl on the stage didn't quite fit her eyes, so she put out her thoughts of criticizing all night.

returned to the mortuary, practiced the iron cloth shirt a few times, and sweated a lot before he was happy.

"It's still a little hard to see!"

In the past few years, I have seen a lot of life and death, and I boast that I have been completely indifferent, and now I heard the bad news of Uncle Hui's family, and I couldn't help but feel angry.

People don't look at the dead people in history books and newspapers and feel sad, and it is difficult to ignore the sudden and violent death of acquaintances, or the tragic murder case.

Xu is a thing hurts its kind, and Xu is helpless to sigh.

……

The wind was cold and the snow was falling.

The capital is covered in a layer of silver.

The streets were sparsely populated with pedestrians, and they all hurried to their homes.

Li Ping'an came out of the mortuary, closed the door and locked it, humming the song "Reach out and touch Sister Maomaowan", and came to Sanniang Liquor Store.

I'm in a good mood today, and the iron cloth shirt has reached the end of the forging body.

"The next kung fu, arm or head?"

The hand is fast and the gun is fast, and the power of firing the hidden weapon is also great, and the head can be close to the body to counter-kill, and it can also resist the sneak attack of the stuffy stick.

"There is also the method of quenching bones, do you have to apprentice to the Golden Daomen?"

Li Ping'an couldn't think of a better way, and he didn't want to apprentice, so he chose to wait, which is the biggest advantage of the long-lived species over the short-lived species.

There are few martial arts halls in Beijing that can flourish for a hundred years, and most of them are three or four generations away.

Just note down which martial arts hall has the inheritance of quenching bones and refining dirt, and then wait unhurriedly until the martial arts hall declines and the people wither, and you can come to the door to pick it up.

Li Ping'an will not take it for nothing, when the time is ripe, he will help the martial arts hall to leave a legacy.

"Let's do good deeds without leaving a name!"

Push the door in, and sit near the counter to make it easier to tell jokes with Sanniang.

"Little Er, serve the wine."

The guy agreed, and soon came over with a tray, bowed down and said, "Master Li, the same old look, a pot of burning knives, a plate of fennel beans." ”

Li Ping'an took a sip of wine, ate a fennel bean, and listened to the chatter of the guests at the wine shop.

The wine shop gathers three religions and nine streams, and the news from the bottom of Beijing spreads the fastest.

"Did you hear, the newly appointed Lu Fuyin issued a notice that no gangs are allowed in the capital, and more than three gangsters will be arrested and beaten!"

"Then the relationship is good, so we don't have to pay the moon silver."

"It's not good or bad, there were some things in the past, the gang helped us to settle down, who will we find in the future?"

"Report to the official!"

"I have to ask someone to write a petition and go to court, and I ...... trouble"

"Also, the little money lost is not enough to delay the matter!"

"The yamen is open to the south, and when you go to the court, you may become a defendant as a plaintiff......

The guests were talking about it, and they were a little resistant to the new policy of the Yamen, and everyone would rather pay the monthly silver to the gang than go to the Yamen to fight a lawsuit.

The gang collects a lot of money, knowing that leeks can't be uprooted, and the yamen wants to raise money, which is really bankrupt.

Li Ping'an was eating fennel beans, and Sanniang sat opposite with her waist twisted, putting down a plate of assorted side dishes.

"Ping'an, why do you only eat fennel beans every time?"

Li Ping'an's eyelids lifted, and he just saw the snow white that couldn't be wrapped, it was not Sanniang's deliberate, it was really too cumbersome, and the loose clothes couldn't cover it tightly.

"Fennel beans can remind us of something that we have almost forgotten!"