Expulsion.

This is an extremely severe punishment in Daqian.

Being alive makes people poke their backbones, and when they die, they can't enjoy clan sacrifices, and their souls can't enter reincarnation, and they become lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering around.

The sixth master has a soft personality on the outside and the inside, and it is reasonable to be insulted by this and hanged.

"It's just, why did you die?"

Li Ping'an squatted next to the corpse and muttered to himself.

I still remember the scenery of Wang Qingshan's apprenticeship banquet, dozens of tables of banquets were set up, and heroes from all over the world came to congratulate, but in a blink of an eye, the family was ruined, and the world changed so quickly that it was embarrassing.

Li Ping'an understood in his last life that he was not the protagonist of the script.

Or that everyone is an individual, and there is no so-called protagonist and supporting role.

The ups and downs of life and death, as long as you don't pay special attention, the rapid changes in life will catch people off guard.

Most of the time, if you can hear the news of someone's death, you are already an acquaintance.

Li Ping'an once had a small hair, the last time they met was to play cards at the end of the year, and the next time I heard about it, I already owed gambling debts and jumped off the building.

As for how to get addicted to gambling, how to get into the set, and what kind of psychological state before jumping off the building......

Nobody knows, and no one cares.

"In the blink of an eye, the person is dead!"

Li Ping'an stroked the eyes of the sixth master, covered the protruding eyeballs, and smeared white powder on his neck to cover up the bruises.

Put on a shroud, put it in a coffin, and take it to a mass grave to bury it a few days later.

"The sixth master has collected the corpses for decades, and it can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good, and he can't even have a coffin after death."

Li Ping'an was bored, touched the silver ticket on his cuffs, and went to the street with his hands.

Passing by the Chunfeng Building.

The girl beckoned with a smile, listened to a good brother, and couldn't help but raise her feet to go in.

The dead were miserable in the mortuary room, and the living were laughing in the spring breeze building.

One yin and one yang, one negative and one positive, are in harmony with each other, so as to avoid the spirit being too dark and falling into the abyss, and not too comfortable to fall into the gentle township.

People have to learn to self-regulate!

It's Chinese New Year's Eve soon, and the dust has settled on this year's Oiran election, and Chunfeng Lou still wins.

"The new Oiran Minglan girl, the best at poetry and songs, but unfortunately she gave birth to the wrong daughter, otherwise she would have been able to roll call in Donghuamen! For example, this poem about plum blossoms......"

The scholar who spoke shook the folding fan in his hand, looked very understanding, and commented on the poems written by Oiran.

Most of the guests at the same table were businessmen, and there was not much ink in their stomachs, and they couldn't show it, so they had to nod their heads again and again.

Li Ping'an is not a newcomer, and he can see at a glance that the scholar is a trust.

"The owner of Chunfeng Building is really not simple!"

A few days ago, His Majesty issued a decree advocating diligence and thrift, reducing the expenses of the court and the yamen, opposing extravagance and kitsch, etc., and in a blink of an eye, Chunfeng Lou launched the Oiran Minglan.

Unlike in previous years, Oiran can sing and dance, and the big place is not big, and the main focus is Lan Zhihui's heart and talent.

When Sun Fuyin heard about this, he praised Chunfeng Building in person.

In this way, when the Oiran is elected, how can the other checkboxes be contested?

To be a man and do things in Daqian, you must not only compete with your peers, but also figure out your intentions in order to be invincible!

"Fortunately, the mortuary is our own ......"

Li Ping'an will nod and bow when he meets a big man, and kneel and kowtow when he meets the emperor, but there is still a trace of the arrogance of an immortal and a traverser in the deepest part of his heart.

really entered the officialdom, pondered the thoughts of the officials every day, and would rather go to the countryside to farm.

Suddenly remembered someone and asked, "Old Zhangtou, why haven't you seen Lao Liu these days?" ”

"Ping An still doesn't know?"

Lao Zhangtou opened a pawn shop, had quite a lot of money, and said in a low voice: "Let people report it, discuss the government in vain, and be sentenced to exile a few days ago!" ”

"Who reported it?"

Li Ping'an's face was full of surprise, and he had the impression that Liu Bo had read books for a few years, and he was easy to be indignant if he knew more, similar to a keyboard warrior who likes to criticize current affairs.

This is a small thing, and a big one.

Lao Zhangtou took two sips of wine, and looked at the scholar with his eyes one by one.

Li Ping'an suddenly thought that he should have asked some down-and-out scholar to report it, or he changed the reward, or he was a secret agent.

"It's a pity ......"

Liu Bo's imprisonment coincided with the ascension of the new monarch to the throne, but he did not meet the conditions for amnesty.

The scope of amnesty is quite extensive, and it can be said that prisoners other than the ten heinous crimes can be released from prison and go home.

The murderers of the previous days, murder, arson, adultery, and plunder, are not among the ten evils.

Discussing the government in vain, disrespectful, and belonging to disobedience, this is one of the heinous heinous.

In the eyes of the emperor, the crime of violating the Three Principles and Five Constants is far more serious than murder and arson, after all, this is the foundation of maintaining stability, and it is much more important than a few lives.

It took Li Ping'an six years to understand and adapt to the rules of survival of Daqian.

"Niang Xipi, drinking flower wine is not pleasant!"

I scolded a few dog emperors from the bottom of my heart, not referring to the current or previous emperors, but all emperors in history.

Push away your boredom and continue listening to the music.

This wine was bought for ten taels of silver, how could you not drink it because you were angry, and you couldn't hurt your money because of your feelings, there will be many such things in the future!

……

The thirtieth day of the lunar month.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve again.

On the last day of the forty-third year of the establishment of the martial arts, tomorrow will be the orthodox year.

The moon is like a hook, and the stars are bright.

Li Ping'an had just finished cooking the dumplings and opened a jar of twenty-year-old liquor when he heard a sound from the roof.

"Brother Li, long time no see."

Without waiting for Li Ping'an to respond, Liu Rufeng flew through the air, stepped on the peach treetops, and fell into the courtyard step by step.

"Why doesn't Brother Liu go through the main gate?"

"I'm a thief!"

Liu Rufeng sat opposite, opened the altar of wine by himself, and deliberately asked, "Brother Li is not curious, what am I doing in the capital these days?" ”

Li Ping'an said with a smile: "You love to show off, you don't need to ask yourself to say it." ”

"Just ask."

Liu Rufeng was uncomfortable, and he couldn't wait to share it with anyone he knew and talk about the big things he had done in the past few months.

Li Ping'an pondered for a moment and guessed: "Something to do with Su Zhuangyuan?" ”

“……”

"Something to do with fraud?"

“……”

"The case was investigated very quickly, could it be that Brother Liu took action and got the key evidence?"

“……”

"It is rumored that Su Shangshu has been repeatedly intercepted and killed, and he is protected by righteous people in the rivers and lakes, could it be Brother Liu?"

“……”

Liu Rufeng's expression was sluggish, and the mood of pretending to be forced was gone, only to feel that the person in front of him was too terrifying, and he actually saw through everything.

"Brother Li, don't you know divination?"

Li Ping'an shook his head and said, "It's just hearsay speculation." ”

The longer a person lives, the more he knows.

Theoretically, to live infinitely long is to be almost omniscient.

Li Ping'an is still 108,000 years away from the realm of omniscience, but he just happened to know Su Mingyuan and knew that he lured the prince to rebel in order to kill the Marquis of Weiyuan.

I also knew that the cause of the death of the king of thieves was the son of the Marquis of Weiyuan who fought the autumn wind.

Liu Rufeng claimed to visit his benefactor, most likely referring to Su Mingyuan, and the combination of the two, the truth would not be far away.

"Uninteresting ......"

Liu Rufeng didn't show off, he felt dull when he drank, he got up and was about to leave, walked two steps and came back to sit down, only this mortuary in the huge capital was clean.

How could Li Ping'an make his friend feel bad, his mind turned, and he asked deliberately.

"Brother Liu, your family is not short of money, why do you want to be a thief?"

"Brother Li asked well!"

Liu Rufeng made people scratch the itch, and suddenly forgot that he had just been lost, and his eyebrows fluttered and he boasted.

"The saint of thieves, the saint of thieves, is not something that can be obtained by stealing gold and silver!"

"One is stealing the heart, which means the holy hand of the flowers, and the other is stealing for justice, such as the letters exchanged between the former prime minister and corrupt officials......"