Not long after Wen Wan left the alley with Jian Shuzhi, there were pursuers arriving one after another.

The leader was a battle-hardened veteran, who carefully examined the wounds of the deceased and came to the conclusion that the deceased had been killed by the same person. His face was solemn, he was able to fight and kill so many people with his own strength, including a famous person, this person's strength was too terrifying, when did the Prime Minister's Mansion provoke such a difficult opponent again?

"Boss, do you need to report it truthfully?" asked a person next to him in a low voice.

The old Jianghu half-squatted on the ground, covered the frightened face of the deceased, and said in a deep voice: "This is dozens of lives, and it must be reported immediately." Did you find the kid who ran away?"

"Only the accomplice surnamed Lu was caught!"

"That kid's martial arts are sparse and ordinary, he will definitely hide somewhere, arrange more manpower, and find him out!"

"I don't know what to do, and I dare to ask questions. What kind of crime has this hairy boy committed that we need to go to such great lengths to arrest him?"

The old Jianghu showed a displeased look in his eyes, "This is an order given by the above, you and I can do things with peace of mind, where did you come from so much nonsense!"

The deputy nodded in agreement, and although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to show it.

The "Meng Ji Porridge Shop" in Nancheng is famous in Beijing, and the porridge shop can produce hundreds of porridge products to meet the needs of visitors from all over the world for different tastes. The prime minister Yan Zhongan is a frequent customer of this shop, although there are also skilled chefs in the house, but they can't make up the taste of this shop.

Don't look at the prime minister's position and power, but he doesn't like to live that kind of life of singing every night, and he eats a lot of talk on weekdays, just like his temperament.

It's not so much that the porridge made by this porridge shop has its own unique place, but that what makes him nostalgic is the old time......

When the prime minister Yan Zhongan arrives in the middle of the month, he will take off his yellow and purple clothes and change into a cloth shirt, and come to this shop alone. He would sit by the window on the street, order a bowl of white porridge, and quietly watch the bustling crowd on the street.

The prime minister Yan Zhong'an is a regular customer of this porridge shop, and the shopkeeper always remembers to leave a place for him. Today's situation is a bit special, the seat on the street is occupied by an old man in a felt hat.

When the porridge shop guy saw the big minister walk in, he explained to him that he couldn't ask the old man to change to another position, and now he could only grieve the big minister.

Prime Minister Yan Zhongan said, "It's okay!", and sat down at the table facing the street, but it was not the usual position.

"This bowl of white porridge still tastes like it was. The old man in the felt hat muttered to himself, as if he hadn't noticed anyone around him.

Yan Zhongan smiled when he heard this.

The shop guy first served the prime minister Yan Zhongan a warm white porridge, and then served a plate of crispy radish that had been pickled last night and put it in front of him.

Prime Minister Yan Zhongan picked up chopsticks, took a piece of radish and put it in his mouth, and the bite creaked.

The old man in the felt hat heard the sound, looked up at the prime minister Yan Zhong'an, and asked: "But some people have eaten here for more than ten years, and they have never changed to other tastes, don't you feel tired of these years?"

Prime Minister Yan Zhongan picked up the porcelain bowl and took a sip of white porridge, the temperature seemed to be hotter than usual. He slowly put down the dishes and chopsticks and met the eyes of the old man in the felt hat, "Since you are back, do your part as you are, and don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask." ”

The old man in the felt hat grinned, "It's still the same stinky temper as before, and it hasn't changed at all." ”

Many years ago, on that day, it was also in this shop, and at this table on the street, there were three people with very different identities sitting here to guide the country. At that time, the old man in the felt hat had not yet seen his old age, and he stood alone and listened to the three of them talking and laughing. Many years have passed, and things have long been different, and only Yan Zhongan is still alive in the world among the three.

Prime Minister Yan Zhongan picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and whispered while blowing on the white porridge: "Some things haven't changed, but some things have already changed." ”

The old man in the felt hat did not answer, his eyes showed a look of remembrance, and he looked at the pedestrians on the street in a daze.

Yan Zhongan drank the white porridge and got up to pay the bill. Before leaving, he glanced back at the old man in the felt hat again.

The old man in the felt hat was smiling and looking out the window.

When Yan Zhong'an returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was already a deacon of the Military Administration, Tao lutent, waiting in the secret courtyard.

"The conscription notice has been posted for a long time, but there are very few applicants. Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that conscription of 10,000 soldiers is already the limit, and there will be a big gap from the expected goal. ”

The prime minister snorted, "There must be brave men under the heavy money, if it is really difficult, then you can only increase the honorarium." ”

Yan Zhongan then opened his mouth and said, "Inform the deacon of the central cabinet to write a document, so that I can report to the court." ”

Tao Qian, the deacon of the military department, received the order to go down.

The butt of the Prime Minister Yan Zhongan had not yet sat down, and the leader of the guard came to him.

Yan Zhongan saw the person coming and led him into the back hall.

"How's it going?"

"According to the orders of the Prime Minister, the soldiers acted in two directions. The people who searched for the source of the paper have not yet sent back the news, but the two teenagers who had a dispute with the young master have been targeted, and both of them live in Shangshu Mansion. Yesterday, I found an opportunity, and I have already arrested one of them, and I only need to wait for torture to extract a confession, and I will be able to find out the clue. Unexpectedly, this kid found a chance to escape from prison, and has not been found so far. ”

Yan Zhong'an's eyes closed tightly when he heard this, "Is it from Shangshu Mansion again?"

Wu Xuansheng's recent series of actions are overwhelming: first, he invited Kong Yu, a relict of the former dynasty, to serve as the deputy examiner, and competed with Da Xiang, who was the chief examiner, and then he personally visited the sacrifice of Wang Youling, the imperial history inspector...... The secret files in the Prime Minister's Mansion have already been densely recorded, and now the two teenagers who have made trouble live in Shangshu Mansion, how can this not make Yan Zhongan think about it, and it will not attract attention?

Yan Zhongan couldn't help but sneer, "This is going to be a hard match with the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

The subordinate volunteered, "Why do you need to be sad about such a trivial matter?"

"Do you have any good advice?"

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, and arrange for the killer to intervene. ”

"I'm afraid this matter is not as simple as you think, the reason why Wu Shangshu suddenly exerted his strength must be relied on. This matter needs to be considered in the long term. ”

The subordinate nodded yes.

Prime Minister Yan Zhong'an's eyes were cold, and he suddenly sneered.

"If I have a few more years for you, maybe the climate can still be formed, but it's a pity that ......," the prime minister said to himself.

......

The night of the full moon.

The drunkard old man led Jian Shuzhi to the heel of the imperial city, but Wen Wan did not follow. When she heard that the old drunkard was going to fight against others, she didn't have any interest at all, but the old drunkard was poor in kung fu and had nothing to look at. The drunkard almost died of anger, but finally tied her up.

On the way here, the drunkard old man smiled and asked Jian Shu if he was afraid.

Jian Shuzhi shook his head and said that he was not afraid at all.

The drunkard old man said, "Do you know which master I am going to fight today?"

Jian Shuzhi replied: "Isn't it the big headhunter of the bird trapping house?"

The drunkard old man smiled, "This person has been rated as the tenth person in the world by the people of the world, and he is extremely powerful! Are you afraid now?"

Jian Shuzhi smiled, "Since you always insist on bringing me over to watch, you must be confident." What do I have to worry about?"

The old drunkard said, "To tell you the truth, I am not sure of victory. ”

Jian Shu almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, since he was not at all sure, then calling himself over, isn't this sending him to death?

Seeing this, the drunkard old man said, "If you are afraid, I can send you back now." ”

Jian Shuyi gritted his teeth, "Since they are all here, there is no turning back." If you're defeated, I can collect your body. Isn't that what you're calling me for?"

The drunkard old man scolded for his bad luck.

There was already a person waiting for the two of them to arrive under the imperial city.

From a distance, the man wore a felt hat on his head, standing tremblingly in the evening breeze at the base of the imperial city wall.

The drunkard old man took Jian Shuzhi to the city wall.

Jian Shuzhi couldn't help but look at the man curiously. Is this bad old man the tenth person on the list of literary and martial arts judges? Looking at his dress, I can't imagine that this person will be the master of flying around on the list of martial arts judges.

This person is old, and his spirit is still strong, but his body is too thin, and it seems that a gust of wind can blow him down. His hands were in his sleeves, his skin was dry and dark, and his face looked like he had traveled thousands of miles.

The old drunkard didn't start fighting immediately, pulled out the wine gourd, took a sip of wine, and then began to talk to the bad old man.

"Why didn't I see your helper?"

The drunkard old man refers to the centaurs of the bird trap.

The old man in the felt hat smiled, "Can a lot of people work?"

The old drunkard loved to listen to the praise of others, and said to the old man in the felt hat, "This is telling the truth." Come and warm up with a glass of wine?"

The old man in the felt hat rejected the old drunkard's proposal, "I've been away from Song City for a long time, and I just returned to Dayan, and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it." Thank you for your kindness, I've quit drinking. ”

The drunkard old man smiled, "I've quit drinking, and that kung fu hasn't been left behind, right?" If I knew this, I should have gone to Lige City to find you." ”

The old man in the felt hat said, "Look at what you said, although I have been away from Song City for a long time. Martial arts are not wasted, otherwise, they would not be able to walk thousands of miles of yellow sand. ”

The two of them said endlessly, Jian Shuzhi didn't notice anything unusual at first, but later found that there would be dust falling on the wall of the imperial city root from time to time, and then he realized that the two had already competed relatively strongly, and there was always a sword mark or a paw print on the wall of the city wall inadvertently, which was left by the two of them fighting secretly.

The drunkard old man proposed: "Let's compete under this imperial city, and we will divide the victory and defeat as well as life and death." But first we have to make a rule that we can't hurt outsiders, and we can't destroy this wall!"

The old man in the felt hat said, "Everything is as you say." Although you can't let go of your hands and feet, you can test the control of details. In this way, I still took a big advantage. ”

The old man in the felt hat pays attention to his martial arts routines, especially for his close-quarters, and the proposal of the drunkard old man is simply asking for hardship.

"No one is going to come to this place, is it?"

"Martial law has been ordered, and there is not a single guard on the city wall. You and I let go of our hands and feet, and we will fight for life and death, and you will have a wish. It's just that this little brother you brought with you is next to you, will it get in the way, and what if you hurt him?"

"Didn't you say that if you hurt outsiders, you lose?"

The old man in the felt hat smiled: "I'm not worried about myself, I'm afraid that you will hurt others." ”

The drunkard old man said contemptuously: "I only know after fighting." ”

The old man in the felt hat smiled and slowly stretched out his hands from his sleeves.

Jian Shuzhi looked at it, these hands were slender and slender, and they were extremely well maintained, and at the moment when the old man in the felt hat shook his hands, his fingertips were immediately covered with a layer of silver armor.