The rainstorm stopped suddenly, the vast majority of Changling people were relieved, and the fine weather that they were usually tired of seeing seemed to have become extraordinarily amiable, and many caravans seized the time to deal with the damp goods, but what was unexpected was that just after noon, the sky became hazy again, and then a rain quickly enveloped the entire Changling.

The rain was not as violent as last night, but it was so lingering that it could not be stopped for a while.

The smoke and rain between the streets and alleys were empty, and once again it was as if it was covered with countless layers of veils that could not be seen clearly.

In the south of Changling City, there is a building that looks like a Taoist temple, covering an area of dozens of acres.

The Great Qin Dynasty had a very heavy reward, and those who could win the first of the enemy could be rewarded with a first-class knight, nine acres of Yizhai courtyard, and two thousand beheadings, and three hundred taxes.

Therefore, most of the houses in Changling, and even the courtyards of ordinary soldiers are surprisingly large in the past, and the entire Changling has also expanded outward and expanded, and this building located in the south of Changling City is really not big.

However, except for a few big people in the depths of the palace, all the magnates of the Great Qin Dynasty were deeply wary and fearful of this place.

Because this is where the Divine Prison is located.

The Great Qin Dynasty mainly relied on the Prison Heaven Division to investigate and handle cases, and there were thousands of officials in various parts of the Prison Heaven Division, and there were countless diners under each official's own door, and all kinds of major cases did not need to be reported to the rest of the divisions, and directly reached the heavens, so the power of the Prison Heaven Division has always been faintly above the rest of the divisions.

However, the Divine Eunuch is also an outlier among them.

There are only 100 registered officials in the Divine Capital Prison, but only one-tenth of the number of the Heavenly Supervisor, and they are usually only responsible for investigation and surveillance, but the targets of investigation and monitoring are all kinds of officials, cultivators, and people who may become cultivators.

Therefore, the Divine Capital Prison is a secret agency under His Majesty the Emperor and the two prime ministers above 10,000 people who are dedicated to supervising officials and cultivators.

In addition, all the senior officials of the Shendu Prison are "war orphans", the children of generals and sergeants who died in battle, and these people do not have much to worry about, nor do they have much to threaten people, so they are often more ruthless and ruthless.

Therefore, in the eyes of the vast majority of officials and cultivators, the Divine Capital Prison was even more terrifying than the Heavenly Prison.

Mo Qinggong was in a study in the Shendu Prison at the moment, unlike before, his slightly chubby body exuded a faint smell of blood, and there was no smile on his oily face, only a faint evil aura.

This kind of aura even caused some autumn insects that often exist in the surrounding courtyard to flee without a trace.

What made him feel so bad was the Heavenly Supervisor Division, the head of the Night Division.

Yesterday night, the head of the division killed Zhao Chop, the seventh disciple of the Sword Furnace, and pulled out a throat thorn for Daqin, which is something that every Qin person is proud of, but now there is definite evidence that Murong Cheng, the official of the Divine Capital Prison who was present at the time, did not die in the hands of Zhao Chop, but was killed by her.

The presence of the officials of the Divine Capital Prison was to supervise the process of the other officials, and Murong Cheng was a very promising cultivator, and after killing Murong Cheng, whether it was the head of the Night Division or the rest of the Heavenly Supervisors, they didn't even deal with the wounds on Murong Cheng's body.

This means that they don't bother to hide anything.

The head of the night strategy and the cold night is too arrogant!

What made him even more angry was that the identity of Zhao Zhu was originally supervised by their gods, although Zhao Chu died, but there are still three disciples of Zhao Jianlu's true inheritance, and he doesn't know how many remnants of Zhao Guo exist behind him, originally according to the plan of the Shendu Prison, after killing Zhao Shu, he will take the means of exposing the corpse in the downtown area, leading to more remnants of Zhao Guo, but Ye Ce Leng didn't know what means he took, and he actually took the lead in burying Zhao Chu, and directly obtained His Majesty's acquiescence, which undoubtedly made many of the efforts and subsequent arrangements of the Shendu Prison all come to naught。

At this moment, with several rhythmic knocks on the door, Qin Huaishu walked into the room and walked to his desk.

"Clear?"

Mo Qinggong raised his head, suppressed some anger, and asked in a low voice.

Qin Huaishu nodded respectfully, and said directly: "Fanghou Mansion has already given a clear answer, although the young man in the Wutong Liquor Shop has excellent qualifications, he is a rare impotence that is difficult to return. ”

Mo Qinggong frowned in a bad mood, "What is the body of impotence that is difficult to return?"

"A physique with too much yang energy. Qin Huaishu explained carefully: "This kind of physique, the qi of the five internal organs in the body is countless times more vigorous than that of ordinary people, but if the fire burns too violently, this kind of physique has five decays in the body when ordinary people are still in their prime. ”

Mo Qinggong's face was ugly: "To put it simply, it is too much false fire and burning essence and blood?"

"The meaning is similar, but the ordinary void fire is too strong and the essence and blood can be cured, but this kind of physique is not even a way to embroider the curtain, or even if there is that kind of elixir and treasure, it is not worth using on him. Qin Huaishu nodded, and there was also sympathy and regret in his eyes, because he knew very well how difficult it was for a person from an ordinary background to enter the eyes of those really big people.

In a sense, the young man who fell on the sycamore already had the potential to ascend to the sky, but just because of his physical problems, he was destined to continue to survive in that kind of dilapidated streets.

Mo Qinggong has been sitting in a prominent position for many years, so he naturally doesn't feel as emotional as Qin Huaishu, who is still struggling to climb up.

Since it was impossible to become a cultivator, it meant that the young man could not become a useful person to the Divine Capital Prison, so he just shook his head slightly, and casually threw the young man's preparation file into the brazier on the side that was specially used to burn the case file.

The scarlet flames licked the edge of the brazier like a snake letter, and Mo Qinggong was silent for a few breaths, but Qin Huaishu did not leave immediately as he expected, so he looked up at Qin Huaishu again.

"My lord, there is something wrong with Murong Cheng's identity. Qin Huaishu continued, his voice became even lower, and if he wasn't careful, he couldn't even hear it clearly.

Mo Qinggong suddenly squinted slightly, puzzled: "Although Murong Cheng is not usually familiar with us, we also know his family background very well, what can be the problem?"

Qin Huaishu said: "There is no problem with his background, but he just made a family relationship with the Xuhou Mansion some time ago, if nothing else, he will probably enter the Xuhou Mansion this winter." ”

"Into the Hou Mansion?"

Mo Qinggong's pupils contracted violently unconsciously, and a strong chill surged in his heart.

In the Great Qin Dynasty, there was only one way to obtain a marquis, and that was by virtue of military merits.

Enjoy the tax of 10,000 households, and the fertile land is thousands of acres.

Three hundred households need to kill two thousand enemies, and how many military merits are needed for ten thousand households, even those who can't calculate can estimate that terrifying number in their hearts.

Therefore, there are only thirteen people in the Great Qin Dynasty who are qualified to be marquises.

The thirteen princes of the two phases, the thirteen princes, and the two heads of the Heavenly Supervisor and the Divine Capital Eunuch, as well as the two mysterious and powerful prime ministers, are the existence at the top of this powerful dynasty.

A wry smile slowly appeared on the corner of Mo Qinggong's mouth.

He grabbed a case file in front of him again and threw it into the brazier beside him.

Regardless of the highest figure in the Divine Capital Prison, Chen Sishou, who was sitting in the innermost quiet room of the Divine Capital Prison, did not know about Murong Cheng's entry into the Xuhou Mansion, regardless of whether Chen Sishou had deliberately arranged it, but since this matter had already involved the level of Chen Sishou and the Xuhou Mansion, it no longer made any sense for him to be resentful and dissatisfied with Yece because of this matter.

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The rain continued to fall.

It was past the normal lunch time, and the limited number of customers in the wine shop had already left, so Ding Ning moved a bamboo chair and sat down under the eaves at the door, and then began to eat noodles while watching the rain.

The noodles are sauerkraut fish fillet, the snow-white fish fillets and noodles are mixed together, the fish fillets are not very neat, and it doesn't look good, but the amount of sauerkraut is not only sufficient, but also looks very flavorful, the noodle soup is very thick, and there is a light and clear oil on the surface, which makes people feel that the taste must be very good at a glance.

Ding Ning finished eating unhurriedly, drank most of the noodle soup, washed the noodle bowl, and said hello to the eldest grandson Qianxue in the backyard, then changed into a pair of old straw sandals, took an old umbrella and walked into the rain curtain.

At the entrance of the alley where Wutongluo fell, a caravan passed by him, and several drivers in robes habitually muttered and cursed a few ghost weather.

Ding Ning smiled slightly.

It's not pleasant to walk in the rain in the streets and alleys full of chicken manure and the smell of spoop, but this sudden rain is like a godsend to him.

Rain can obscure many people's sight and perception, can wash away a lot of traces, and can make the opportunity he has been waiting for so hard to become more perfect.

So even though his straw sandals were wet and not very comfortable, his mood was really happy.

With a happy mood, he walked towards the fish market on the edge of the eastern city of Changling.

A huge Wei River that flowed through the territory of the Great Qin Dynasty and into the East China Sea not only nourished most of the Great Qin Dynasty's farmland, but also allowed the ships of the Great Qin Dynasty to open up navigation routes with overseas island nations, and even allowed some practitioners to obtain some rare treasures from overseas.

The huge Wei River was dispersed into several tributaries at Changling, and its source can be traced back to the edge of the Great Qin Dynasty, the wild land of Bashan.

Changling Fish Market is located on both sides of the Dongqing River, the smallest tributary of the Wei River in the east of the city.

The river, which is no more than 10 meters wide, has been cut off by the waist due to the need for farmland reclamation, and some parts of the city have been used as fish ponds, and some have built markets on them.

All these bazaars themselves were only water bazaars for some ships that were no longer able to be navigated, but over the years, countless shanties were built on top of each other, and the roofs and signboards of these shantytowns covered the sky and the sun, and there were countless passages hidden in them, and even between the water and the mud ponds, many stilted buildings, some simple wooden roads and sampans, and some small boats below. Even the slightly larger wooden basins have become the means of transportation, which makes the place as intricate as a cobwebs in the gutter.

Especially when the sky is not very bright, looking from the high places on both sides of the strait to the low part of the market center, the market in the gloom at the low center is like a ghost domain built in the abyss, with many ghosts and shadows.

This endless bazaar is the fish market, and in addition to fish, not only ordinary people, but also the vast majority of cultivators can imagine everything here.

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