From Wei Ye being stopped by Ni Yushi to his sword breaking through Xihua Gate, it only took a few minutes to go back and forth.

At this time, even if the guards in the Xihua Gate were in a hurry to report, they didn't run far.

Whether Jiuqing is on duty or on military aircraft, the important ministers of the various ministries and institutes who are waiting for the face of the monarch at this moment are still wearing a graceful and elegant bearing, and they talk about some tepid topics.

Liang Guozhi, who is the minister of the military aircraft foreman, is less than sixty years old, and his eyebrows and beard are already as white as snow. He didn't stand with the people next to him, he just looked at a black-faced and thin-eyed hunchbacked old man in front of him, and sighed: "Brother Chongru, you investigated the case of Governor Guotai in Shandong not long ago, and you have already cut Hezhizhai's face, so why do you want to make a direct statement in this trivial matter?"

Listening to Liang Guozhi shouting his words, the hunchbacked old man smiled softly and said: "Liang Zhongtang, Liu Yong, as the imperial history of the left capital, didn't he do this crow's errand? A mere Taoist priest, with the rank of seven graces, can be put in the locality, and a lot of things can be born with this official title alone. Liang Zhongtang, the monks and Taoists demagogue people's hearts and incite good people, this is the most important thing to beware of. ”

Liang Guozhi shook his head slightly, but his tone was a little heavier: "Chongru brother! The saint is not the Jiajing Emperor of the former Ming Dynasty, can he really do a stupid thing that favors the plume? Not to mention that this Taoist is indeed a small meritorious, and it is the grace of Fu Laosi and He Shen together." Our duty as a courtier is to be a minister with a pure filial piety, even if we accept joy and laughter, it is also the duty of a minister, not to offend the king's face everywhere and sell my name!"

As he spoke, he glanced to the side, and saw a fat and strong Han official in the crowd, squinting a pair of short-sighted eyes, talking a few painless gossips with acquaintances, holding a cigarette pot in his hand, but not lighting the fire, only occasionally rubbing a few times.

Liang Guozhi saw Liu Yong turn his gaze back from the Han official, and said: "See Ji Yun is now this old man? At the beginning, he Ji Xiaolan was also a person who had been with him for many years, and his sharp tongue was as sharp as Dongfang Shuo's first-class person, since he was far away in the Western Regions, he had eaten enough sand from Zhaohui, and now he also knows how much to converge. Chongru brother, in the eyes of the saint, Huang Guanliu is just a cat and a dog, but he just adds ordinary scenery and puts it into poetry and paintings, and can he really listen to those different sayings and corrupt customs and human feelings?"

When these words came out, Liu Yong was silent for a moment, and then said: "Then when the long live is over, I will go to this book again?"

"That's right, at this time, how can you sweep the faces of Fu Laosi and He Shen in front of Long Live their merits! I didn't see Fukangan and their brothers and Heshen, and they all invited them to see him first? Brother Chongru, you and press the imperial historians below, and when this matter is over, no matter how you participate in the impeachment, I won't stop you......

Before he finished this sentence, Liang Guozhi's lips were still muttering, "on, on, on", but his head left his neck in an instant, and his eyes looked at Liu Yong with great sincerity, until his head fell to the ground and then closed.

The head of the foreman of the Military Aircraft Department fell to the ground, Liu Yong was only stunned for a moment, and then he saw a young Taoist priest standing in front of him at some point, and arched his hand towards him: "Lord Liu Yong, the imperial history of the left capital, right? Wei asked you something, do you know where the president of the Siku Quanshu and Ji Yunji who is responsible for deleting the book is?"

Liu Yong is not like those perennial retreat Hanlin and Taoist officials, more than half of his career is in the local office, in order to run errands for Qianlong, he also pretended to be a Taoist priest, also played a fortune teller, and even had a little experience in the rivers and lakes. Liang Guozhi's head fell to the ground, and a Taoist flashed in front of him, he didn't have to think about it, he just rolled his body to the ground.

As the imperial history of Zuodu, he didn't care about the impropriety of rolling all over the ground, he just rolled and shouted: "Protect the army, protect the army! Catch the assassin!"

Wei Ye saw the famous "Liu Luoguo" this cloud-like escape technique, but smiled, slapped his palm and said: "A good hand of lazy donkey rolling, but he deserves to be a famous capable official of the Qianlong Dynasty!"

While talking and laughing, the sword light had already passed on the ground.

Without looking at the human head and the scattered morning beads rolling all over the ground, the immortal warlock turned around and arched his hand to the fat man holding the cigarette pot in his hand: "Ji Da Tobacco Bag is Your Excellency, right? It's a pity that the death penalty is suspended, and the living crime is inescapable—"

With that, with a flick of the Immortal Warlock's sleeve, a Xuanfrost Blue Maiden True Talisman suddenly flew out, and in the blink of an eye, Ji Yun's whole body was covered in an ice crystal.

After doing this, Wei Ye turned his head to look at the Qing nobles who were already screaming and scurrying around with supplemental clothes, and slightly showed a smile that could not be called gentle: "It's not the first-grade red treasure top, or the second-grade and third-grade coral top, blue treasure top...... Wei estimated, there is no one below the rank of squire here, right? Then Wei will not pick, please go on the road together, right?"

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In the Heart Cultivation Palace, the brothers Fukangan, Fulongan and He Shen have finished their knocking and are kneeling:

"The destruction of the Red Flower Society is of course a great joy, but according to the knowledge of the minions, this gang of thieves has never attacked the city and plundered the land after all, and called the king the system, so naturally it is not enough to sacrifice the prisoner Taimiao. However, the slave thought that although such a clown could not celebrate with such fanfare, he had finally gone to the master's heart, and he should have a good time!"

He Shen knelt on the ground, smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, and continued: "This year's master's birthday is too simple, it is better to extend this year's birthday celebration for another ten days, and celebrate the master's birthday in the capital." This year, the local products of the provincial governors of Fuqiu Gong are also several percent more than in previous years, and they can be used to reward the nobles and meritorious ministers in Beijing, so that everyone can know the great kindness of the master. In addition......"

Before he finished speaking, there were bursts of eunuch screams outside!

Fukangan had tasted the power of the Red Flower Society, and when he heard the sound outside, he suddenly jumped up: "It must be the remnants of the Red Flower Society, who want to avenge their bandits!

But in his shouting, he only heard the sound of cold lard sliding on the ground. There are also the screams of several stewards and eunuchs around Qianlong before they died: "Monsters, monsters, monsters in the palace! Master, master, you run away, master!"