"It's the old eunuch of Tongfang Palace. Que Quan said dryly, "He stole for several years, and forced me to cover for him." But three years ago, he went to the Red Crossbow Snow Mountain with him, and died, died. ”

Back then, King Wei fled with a large group of men and horses, and of course the palace people had to accompany him. The Red Crossbow Snow Mountain was shocked, and there were countless palace people who died, some of whom didn't even know their names.

"Why did you die, you decided to take over his class and make money for yourself?" Han Zhao's voice was cold, "Or did someone let you do this?"

"Yes, yes...... Que Quan was about to cry, "it's me." I'm going to leave the palace in another ten years, and I don't want to be old and helpless, so I want to get some money to live on. Speaking of this, he threw himself at Han Zhao's feet, "Protect the country, spare your life!"

Wei Guo has been trapped in conquest for many years, and the palace expenses are large, so more than 20 years ago, King Wei stipulated that ordinary palace people should leave the palace when they are old, so as to reduce expenses.

After Xiao Mi succeeded to the throne, he also followed these old examples. After these old eunuchs left the palace, they were lonely and helpless, and only by saving a little more money could the evening scene not be so bleak.

The young emperor hated moths the most, and if Que Quan was taken to him, he would probably be beaten to death. However, Han Zhao stroked his chin and said, "I can point you to a way to live." ”

Que Quan kowtowed to him like pounding garlic, and Han Zhao asked him, "How often do you sell gold dust in the dark market?"

"Half, half a month. Que Quan explained honestly, "It takes half a month to save three taels." ”

Is it easy for him to pick and search for some gold dust? The monarch can only dig up some leftovers to sell three or four boxes at a time.

"When was the last time you sold?"

Que Quan thought for a moment: "It was about seven days ago. Then, he saw the protector take out a jar, pull out the stopper and put it in front of him: "Send a message to the comprador that the bottle of gold dust should not be sold, and the whole jar should be sold on the dark market with the whole can." ”

This is a small wine urn that can hold a pound of wine. Que Quan saw the familiar gold sand in the urn at a glance, and couldn't help but be stunned.

What does the protector mean by this, asking him to continue stealing and selling gold powder, and also, and increase the amount of money?

He sells a few taels at most at a time, and he has to save for many days. The protector of the country is a big deal, one pound at a time?

What does this mean, the more you sell, the heavier the penalty?

"This, this?" Que Quan's teeth fought again, "Where is the king, where is the king?"

He seems to be caught up in something terrible?

This is what the king has commanded. Han Zhao asked him, "Do you still want a head?"

"Yes, yes!" Que Quan hurriedly said, "I'll find a way to find a comprador to come back, and he will be sent to the dark market first when it's too late." ”

"He hasn't left the palace yet, the guards will send him back with the wrong amount of goods, you can give him the urn. Han Zhao told him, "Tell the comprador that the gold dust will only be sold to the dark market, and will not be sold to others." ”

How dare Que Quan disobey?

After he was taken down, another person stood up behind the rockery, it was Yan Saburo.

Han Zhao clapped his hands and jumped off the pavilion: "The gold dust that is usually sold in the dark market is at most two or three taels, but now it is suddenly sold for one catty, won't it arouse Si Wenrui's suspicion?"

"In normal times, you may still be suspicious. Yan Saburo said lightly: "But now that he is possessed by Fushengzi, it is the time when it will be smooth." There is a large amount of gold dust in the dark market, and he will take it as the effect of Fushengzi. ”

Isn't the effectiveness of Fushengzi the victory of everything? They are short of gold dust, so a large amount of gold powder suddenly appears in the dark market, which is very in line with Fushengzi's logic.

Han Zhao smiled and said, "Who can say that this is not the credit of Fushengzi?" No matter what the process is, there is indeed something that Si Wenrui needs in the dark market, and this result is very Fushengzi.

The boy continued: "He is now at ease with everything, but he has let his guard down. If everything around a person is full of good and beautiful things, after a long time, he will take it for granted and become commonplace. ”

He raised his hand and pressed his neck, making a click: "I'll go to the dark market." ”

"I'm tired. Han Zhao asked him, "Did you think of the method of catching the thief, or did you think of it?"

"Your Majesty. ”

"Good, good. Han Zhao's eyes flashed with relief. Xiao Mi's progress is very fast, and the pressure is not chaotic at the moment, and she can still think carefully, which is very good.

This time, they caught Que Quan, who was stealing and selling gold dust, and it took a lot of effort. At first, Xiao Mi thought that the thief was in Miganfang, and thought that the craftsman cut corners when making the seal cakes, and privately deducted gold dust to sell. Later, when he wrote an edict and stamped it, he suddenly saw that there was still a little bottom left in the seal box when he held the big seal in his hand, and then he realized that he had missed an important clue.

Just put it under your nose and use it every day, sometimes it will go away.

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"Bang", Si Wenrui punched the wall.

He didn't care that his knuckles were broken and bleeding, and he gritted his teeth with hatred: "He actually escaped!"

The most ridiculous thing is the jubilation of the people!

The swallow tower has fallen, almost stoned to death, these fools are not afraid, but think that this is the fire phoenix?

Who is carrying Fushengzi on his back, and who is making good luck, is it him or Xiao Mi?

"My wish is that Xiao Mi will die. He turned his head and asked Liao Qingsong, "Fushengzi hasn't fallen off yet, why doesn't it work!"

Liao Qingsong shrugged: "I don't know. "It was Si Wenrui who used Fushengzi, not him. "What are you going to do now? Flee out of the city at once, and the king will not be able to chase you. As soon as the ten-day period passed, Yan Shichu still had to be punished. ”

But in this way, King Wei is safe and sound. The pain on the back of his hand forced Si Wenrui to calm down, "And I won't see the light of day since." Father still doesn't know how to be troubled by Xiao Mi and Han Zhao!"

He took a deep breath: "Since the day before yesterday, Xiao Mi has left his father in the palace and found various reasons not to allow him to return home. Oh, this is taking him hostage and holding me hostage. ”

"So what?" Liao Qingsong secretly assessed, this kid is planning to compromise?

"While the Fushengzi has not yet fallen off, we still have time to wait for the latter to take effect. Si Wenrui's eyes flashed with cold light, "I don't believe it, Xiao Mi can run the first year of junior high school, and he can still escape the fifteenth!"

"Can it hold on one more time?" Liao Qingsong shook his head, "Fushengzi has begun to loosen, right?"

Si Wenrui unbuttoned his shirt, exposed his chest, and looked down at himself.

At the mouth of his heart lay a flat golden cicada, as thin as a layer of paper, with no wings on its back, but a long needle pierced under the skin in its mouth.

Liao Qingsong knew that this mouth needle had been piercing Si Wenrui's heart, absorbing not flesh and blood, but luck that no one could see.

If the golden cicada is in good condition after eating and drinking, its body is round, and it looks no different from ordinary knowledge. On the contrary, just like the one on Si Wenrui's body, he is full of skin and bones.

This shows that Si Wenrui's luck and time to support it are running out.

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