Two fast horses, galloping all the way, and the rider of the horse kept shouting, trying to dissipate the people in the street. The www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion were in the downtown area, but they refused to slow down at all, and went straight through the most prosperous Suzaku Street in Jinling and went straight to the Fuyin Yamen.

Lord Fu Yin has been really busy these two days!

Passers-by who hurriedly dodged to both sides sighed in their hearts, or talked to their companions. But these things that suddenly dissipated were just after-dinner conversations, and they were not enough to affect their lives.

The cold wind hit, and there was still no depression on the streets of Jinling. Compared with other places, Jinling City is undoubtedly much more lively. This episode did not disturb the normal order, what should people do. Soon after, the two fishers walked to the entrance of the vegetable market, plastered on a wall, pasted a large piece of paper, and covered the old smell that had withered.

There is a new notice from the government, and I don't know what happened again. Under the notice, a circle of people soon gathered, and there were many literate people in the land south of the Yangtze River. Many pointed to the signs and recited them silently.

There were only a few lines on the notice, and it was written in a somewhat incoherent manner. "Recently, the anti-thieves have been in turmoil, and Jinling Mansion has specially informed the people that they should guard the door, and it is strictly forbidden to go out after the unitary time!"

No beginning, no end, just a curfew. After everyone saw it, they immediately talked about it. Why did the government suddenly impose a curfew? What happened again?

Isn't the curfew a lot less fun out of thin air? Isn't it impossible to do some business? In this blue sky and white day, peaceful and prosperous, and prosperous, where are there any anti-thieves? Some people complained, some were suspicious, and for a time some voices were ridiculed.

Outside the crowd, a beggar stood. He glanced at the notice, and walked away slowly, as if he had come, not wanting to attract the attention of others. In fact, the beggar was covered in dirt and tattered clothes, and he had not been washed for some time. Even if others notice him, they will stay away.

The beggar's hair was disheveled, covering most of his face. He had a thick beard on his mouth, and it looked like he hadn't taken care of it in months. This appearance makes people think that he is already fifty or sixty years old. But his eyes were the eyes of a young man.

The hardest thing a person can lie about is his eyes. If a person can even deceive people with his eyes, then this person must be the most clever liar!

The eyes are clear and bright, sometimes with a little youthful and ignorant innocence, sometimes full of the depth after experiencing wind and frost, sometimes cynical, and sometimes like a monk who sees through the world. In short, this is a pair of complex and smart eyes.

Such eyes, on this beggar's face, are like pearls and jade, and fairies are stained with dirt. The beggar strode through the city, not at all trying to make a living. It seems that there are so many rich people in Jinling, and none of them have fallen into his eyes.

In the downtown area, people are very loud, and it is easiest to cover up the footsteps of others. At this moment, a figure flashed from the corner of the street, glaring at the beggar's back, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

This is the look of the angler when he sees the float and swaying, the look of the hunter when he sees the roe deer, and the look of the jackal when he sees the antelope.

The beggar walks down the street, but his ears are pricked up. He suddenly heard someone around him talking: "I heard that this morning, a female corpse was fished out of the small river outside the city. On a cold day, he wears a single coat......"

"Hey, you don't know yet, that's the youngest daughter of the shopkeeper Chen of the Silk Village on the adjacent street!" the person who spoke lowered his voice, "The shopkeeper Chen went to the prefect's yamen for two days to complain, and there was no explanation. His daughter must have been ruined!"

"Ahh......h

Before the beggar could finish speaking, the man was already walking in the direction of the city gate. It's already noon, and there are still many people watching the excitement around the river. The beggar leaned over as well, as if to see what was going on.

This beggar not only does not do his job, but also loves to join in the fun.

I saw everyone pointing and whispering about a corpse lying by the river. It was the corpse of a young woman, with only a close-fitting coat, tattered and merely a cover. The body was covered in scars and had apparently been abused. The people around just watched and sighed, but no one stepped forward.

There were neither fast catchers nor government officials by the river. The beggar frowned slightly, and heard the cry of a middle-aged man in the distance. The man stumbled, ran to the front, and when he saw the corpse, he immediately pounced on it, and howled: "Daughter, ......"

The cry was sad, so that the surrounding onlookers also felt kink. Some people recognized this man as the shopkeeper Chen, and even felt that this was a human tragedy, and they hid their faces and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Shopkeeper Chen wrapped his coat around his daughter's corpse and kept chanting to the people around him: "A group of officials...... Stormed into my house...... said that I colluded with the remnants of the Southern Tang Dynasty...... They also took my daughter away...... No...... They are not officials...... It's just a brute...... I'm just such a relative......"

In the past two days, Shopkeeper Chen has said these words over and over again, hoping that Lord Fu Yin will believe it. At this moment, he took the trouble to cry to the people around him, and at first some people talked to him a few words, and some people comforted him to mourn and change. After hearing this, some people gradually felt impatient and began to leave one after another.

After a while, everyone saw that there was no excitement to see, and they no longer paid attention to the tragic incident of Shopkeeper Chen, and they all dispersed. When the shopkeeper Chen saw that there was only one man standing beside him, he stepped forward to complain about what happened to him.

Who knew that the man didn't wait for him to speak, spread his hands, and said, "Give money!"

Shopkeeper Chen was stunned: "What money?"

The man said, "Of course, you can't let me get your daughter's corpse for nothing!"

Shopkeeper Chen was already in tatters, where was the money for this man? He cried and wanted to tell his tragic story. The man was very impatient, grabbed the collar of Chen's chest, and said angrily: "Do you give money!"

The man was trying to take the shopkeeper out of the house and give him some color. Who knew that his wrist was suddenly grasped, and he couldn't move, as if he was caught by iron tongs. He turned his head to look, and saw a beggar standing beside him at some point, unkempt, but his eyes were extremely bright.

The man scolded: "Where did Hanako come from!"

He was about to teach the beggar a lesson, when his wrist suddenly became hot, and his whole body suddenly became limp, and he could not exert any strength. The man involuntarily let go of the shopkeeper Chen, and even worse, his legs weakened and he fell to the ground.

The beggar suddenly took out a few copper plates from his arms, put them in the palm of the man's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Get out!"

The man was a good man, and he knew that he had met a stranger, so he took the money and walked away. When the shopkeeper saw that this beggar stood up for himself, he rarely met a person who sympathized with him, and in his eyes, the beggar was no longer a beggar, but greater than a bodhisattva.

He turned around and picked up his daughter's body, just about to complain to the beggar. Who knew that just bending over like this, the eyes were empty, where was the shadow of the beggar?

The beggar stood behind a big tree in the distance, glanced at the back of the shopkeeper Chen, sighed deeply, and turned to walk towards the city. After walking a short distance, a little beggar came to me. The little beggar trotted forward, didn't have time to catch his breath, and said loudly, "Uncle, you guessed right. Those people are the ones who are pretending to be officials and robbing rich businessmen these days!"

The beggar nodded, as if everything was expected by him. He asked, "Can you find their whereabouts?"

The little beggar said: "I found it! This group of people are ruffians from neighboring counties, who have been robbing at night and sleeping during the day for the past few days, and they are all living in the broken Taoist temple outside the west of the city!"

The beggar groaned for a while, then turned westward. The little beggar followed all the way and asked, "Uncle, are you going to find them?"

The beggar did not speak, but threw a few copper plates to the little beggar. Looking at his appearance, he didn't trust the little beggar, and didn't even want to answer the other party's words.

The little beggar rejoiced, and he wanted to follow again. The beggar suddenly said, "Don't follow me, and don't tell anyone that you've seen me!"