After hearing Wang Yi's words, the middle-aged man fell silent.

The young man was right, whether it was himself or the master behind him, no one dared to kill a person who was recognized by the Jingzhao Mansion as a token issued by the Ministry of Rites.

"You're afraid, you can't or dare not kill me for some reason. Wang Yi's eyes were resolute, and he looked at the middle-aged man calmly.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi and smiled for the first time: "You are very smart, in this Chang'an City, King Yan is high, and we must abide by the law and be helpful as ordinary people." I can't do anything with you. But if you want to, we get you in return for more than you can imagine. ”

"I said yes, I refuse. Wang Yi was not tempted by his words, and once again rejected the middle-aged man's proposal.

The middle-aged man was very unhappy, this damn scholar had rejected himself many times, and he simply didn't eat it. I should have beaten him to death just now.

But he couldn't do anything about him, all because of the one sitting in King Yan's mansion.

This is Chang'an, and when the defense was not changed, it was called Yanjing, the Kyoto of the Yan King.

The first Ming Emperor had a total of three sons, and the eldest son ended the chaotic era of this land for the previous Ming Emperor. After death, his

His son succeeded to the throne as the contemporary Ming Emperor.

The second son is King Yan, one of the seven princes of the Ming Dynasty, who was enshrined in Chang'an City by the old emperor, guarding the north and resisting the Northern Qi, and was quite famous in the border army.

The third son died at an early age and did not leave a prestige.

"Good luck then, there's still half an hour before the curfew, and I'm waiting for you in the City Patrol Division. Out of sight and out of mind, the middle-aged man was completely disappointed with Wang Yi, so he could only walk back to the carriage.

Chang'an City is indeed very prosperous, but in order to prevent disturbances at night, a curfew is implemented at night.

When the hour comes, those who linger in the streets will be arrested and sent to the city patrol division, and whether they will live or die after that is according to the will of heaven.

"That's my thing. Wang Yi was in a good mood and smiled happily, which is good news that he has rarely heard recently.

When the middle-aged man sitting in the carriage heard this, his face was displeased, and he was silent for a moment: "How can you, a mortal who doesn't even have a life star, be able to protect yourself?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi with a complicated expression: "You are more proud than I imagined, and you rejected that nobleman, I don't know how long you can maintain this pride, but when you leave Chang'an City, your pride may be trampled on." ”

"That's my business too. Wang Yi did not show any emotion in the words of the middle-aged man. Just stood there and watched the carriage quietly.

If the oil and salt do not enter, there is nothing to say, and it cannot be killed. In desperation, the middle-aged man drove out of the street without looking back. At the moment, I just want to go back to my life.

The carriage was moving and suddenly stopped.

In the distance, a carriage greeted the moonlight and slowly drove towards the middle-aged man. The carriage looked much smaller than its own, even rudimentary, but the dark golden dragon mark on the carriage was quite extraordinary. The horse pulling the cart in front of him was tall and mighty, all white, with a red horn shining on his head.

The carriage was getting closer and closer to him, and the strange beasts in his carriage were already very restless at this time, as if they wanted to escape from this place, the sweat of the bean began to drip on their foreheads, and their hands trembled uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man trembled instantly, and finally fell off the carriage, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing.

The white horse glanced at the strange beast that was restless in place, and the strange beast looked at the white horse's indifferent eyes, and his body began to tremble, and fear surged in his eyes, and it was difficult to maintain a standing position and fell to the ground, and the carriage behind him also fell down at this time.

An old voice came from the carriage. "This is Chang'an, the Chang'an of King Yan. ”

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man stopped kowtowing, but his heart did suddenly tense, and he put his head on the ground, not daring to raise his head, not daring to slack off.

It is true that he is an official of the City Patrol Division, but compared to the housekeeper of the Yanwang Mansion in front of him, this small City Patrol Division is simply not worth mentioning.

"You're smart, that's good. The curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted, and an old man looked coldly at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground from inside the carriage. "Because of your cleverness, your life can be kept, but don't go back to the City Patrol Division, go to Nanda Camp to be an ordinary soldier. ”

"Yes, thank you for not killing. After hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly replied, and at this time he didn't have the slightest intention of resisting.

"It's good to do it yourself", the old man put down the curtain and said one last word.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to speak, and lowered his head.

Hakuba glanced down at the middle-aged man on the ground and spat at him, as if mocking. After that, he turned around and drove in the direction where the middle-aged man had just come.

Of course, the middle-aged man knew who the one in the carriage was, and it was naturally not a grievance for him to grovel like this. After all, the old man who is known as the head of Chang'an City even has to call His Majesty Emperor Ming an old man, what does he count.

What the old man said just now is the point, and the first few games can be seen as a reward for his own observance, but the last sentence sounds like he is saying it to the person behind him. As for the great disrespectful words among them, they are not something that can be corrected by themselves.

The middle-aged man got up, got into the carriage, and drove forward.

The old man was in a good mood after teaching the little city patrol division a lesson, and he used his cultivation to speed up the carriage, otherwise he would not be able to find the kid from Youzhou before dark.

"It's not a shame for me, it's a pity. The old man remembered the past and felt very sorry.

Whether it is the rehabilitation decree of His Majesty the Ming Emperor, or the courage of many border soldiers to kill the enemy, it cannot stop the people of the Ming Dynasty, especially the resentment of Youzhou for making mistakes in that war, after all, 30,000 border soldiers and countless losses are on the bright side.

Hopefully, it's in time.

Pedestrians at the city gate are becoming scarcer, and the city gate will be blocked in half an hour.

At that time, it was the time of curfew in Chang'an City.

Wang Yi has no more unwillingness in his heart, and then resentment. You must also leave Chang'an City when the city gate is closed, otherwise, you will face prison. Wang Yi slowly walked towards the city gate, and the people around him were hurrying to go, either home or out of the city. I am not willing to do this, and I am not willing to be willing to study hard for ten years in exchange for such a result.

"If you don't hurry up, the gates will be closed. As Wang Yi slowly walked towards the city gate, an old man's voice came from behind him.

Wang Yi turned his head, but saw a carriage parked there.

The carriage is inconspicuous, but the horse fell in Wang Yi's eyes, full of aura, and it should be a natural spirit to make people close.

Then the people in the carriage must be extraordinary.

"Yes, he is worthy of being a scholar from Youzhou, and the arrogance on his body is passed down in one line. Apparently, the people in the carriage were ridiculing Wang Yi. "I didn't expect to be able to refuse that nobleman. ”

"That's my own business. Wang Yi stared at the carriage and was not moved by the words.

"Well, it's a good thing that young people are arrogant, but think about how many people who came to Chang'an City in Youzhou since fifty years ago are still alive. ”

"It's not easy to produce a reading seed in Youzhou, I can leave your place of 100 sons. ”

The praise in the words is true, but the tone of the speech, every byte reveals a thick indifference, obviously there is not much kindness to Wang Yi.

"The price. Wang Yi was not happy, because he knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and no one would help others for no reason.

"You're smart, it's simple, I want you to join Jinyiwei. ”

After speaking, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a man in a blue Confucian shirt came out of it, and walked out of the carriage again and again, flipping through the books.

"Then I can still go to Baizi Academy?" Wang Yi didn't believe that the scholar in front of him would have the ability to help him.

"Of course not, you can be a member of the Hundred Sons Dynasty Test, you can be the seventy-sixth on the Hundred Sons List. ”

The man in the blue shirt smiled as he said this. Standing in front of the carriage, he looked at the city gate that was slowly closing in the distance, and then looked at Wang Yi in front of him, "But you can't go to Baizi Academy, you can only belong to Jinyiwei." ”

From the people who came from the City Patrol Division to the people in the blue Confucian shirts in front of them, they all valued their quotas.

"Why do you value my quota so much?" Wang Yi couldn't understand that so many people had been staring at him.

"There are many reasons, some people want to enter Baizi Academy, some people want to get something through this, there are many reasons, but you don't know well. The man in the cyan shirt shook his head, probably because he had been reading a book for a long time and needed to move his muscles.

"Some people do things that violate the iron law in Chang'an City, and we naturally have to take care of them. But the person who came is very famous, we have to compensate you in another way, and you have no choice, after all, people die like lights out. ”

Wang Yi must admit that the person in front of him is very right, and he has no right to choose. But the result is acceptable to itself.

"I can't get in Jinyiwei. ”

This is a fact, and as for the solution, apparently someone will give it.

The man in the cyan shirt took out a piece of tissue paper from his cuff and slowly floated it into Wang Yi's open palm in the cold night wind.

"This is a document signed by the Ministry of Officials, go to Wenqing Street to take office. ”

The man in the cyan shirt put down the book he was reading, "I'm looking forward to you doing something." ”

Wang Yi looked at the document in his hand, and a bright red official seal jumped on the paper, accompanied by a faint starlight. But that's not the main thing, there's an intricate and ornate signature written at the end.

Li Huan

For a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, when he saw this name, he instantly thought of the master of Chang'an City, King Yan.

Looking at the bright colors of the ink clay and signature, it should have been signed recently.

But the above appointment regulations are some years old.

This is true, from the exclusive official seal of the Ming Dynasty's officials, that starlight can't be faked, and no one dares to fake the signature.

The name of King Yan in Chang'an City is a will, and it used to be called Yanjing.

The man in the cyan shirt turned around and entered the carriage, "Boy, I rarely see the autograph of the prince, you are blessed." The carriage gradually moved away, "Don't let the prince down." ”