Nightfall

Cui Delu looked at the middle-aged man's back coldly and said, "I know what you are relying on, aren't they Chang San Qi Qi, Liu Wu Fei Liu Chen Qi? I know you can fight, you brothers can also fight, but Do n’t forget, Chang Sanfei and Liu Li are the captains of Yu Linjun, Liu Wu is the leader of Xiaoqiying Camp, and Chen Qi is the old man who retired from the guard. The big figures gently tipped their fingers and you will be crushed. Never go over forever in the deepest part of the underworld. "

Middle-aged man Huo Ran turned around, frowning at his eyes.

"Your most reliable and capable brothers have died a lot in recent years. Except for Qi Si's waste, you can only rely on these guys, but you simply don't understand the power of your people. They only need one sentence, one paper By writing, you can trap the force you most rely on in the barracks. In the Changan city, you have been pressed by you for more than ten years. Once you know this news, you will be very happy to jump out and bite you. Take a bite? "

The middle-aged man remained silent for a moment, his expression gradually calmed down, and he continued to walk outside.

Cui Delu sneered behind him and said, "Chunfeng Pavilion ... Your hands are too long, and you have reached the court ... Now that you are enemies, I want to see who can tolerate you! "

Middle-aged man put his right hand on the door of the room, said after a moment of silence: "As long as the sky can tolerate me, I can live."

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In a sense, this conversation of the red-sleeved Zhaodinglou determines the natural course of the history of the underground world of Chang'an City. When the big figures living above the temple are suddenly interested in caring for the wild grass above the rivers and lakes, regardless of the wild grass No matter how strong the vitality is, how strong the desire to live is, it will be like a grassland after wildfires, leaving only the black waist and the grass roots left in the soil. It is impossible to repeat the previous flourish.

This is the taste of power.

The wife of Yushi Zhang Yiqi was accustomed to this kind of taste in her life, so when Zhang Yiqi died suddenly, she could not accept this fact. She led the old lady ’s body with the gang who went to the Qinglou to make trouble and cried for two days. Then she started running between Dali Temple and the Chang'an Government Office in charge of the security of the capital. Unfortunately, this time it was her turn to smell the smell of power, which became a little worse.

"How could my grandfather be so short-lived? He told me that the master of the National Teacher's College had shown him his life graph twenty-seven years ago, saying that he must live for a hundred years. In my opinion, my grandfather must have been killed by that building. The fox spirit in here is dead! Master Jingzhao Yin, you have to take the lead for me. If you dare to cover up that building, I will go to the Prince's Mansion to ask His Royal Highness to do justice for my lord! "

The official sitting on the stage was about forty years old, with triangular eyes, rosacea, and a sparse beard under his jaw. The appearance was really indecent. In the Tang Tang officialdom, which is rich in form and shape, this person has not been caught. Dispatched to the counties and counties below, but staying in Chang'an Prefecture, it is really a strange thing.

The official looked at the thin woman who was standing under the hall, and had a headache caused by her words. Fortunately, the Datang official knew very well the legendary life of the master of the national teacher. He carefully pinched his fingers to understand it. Twenty Seven years ago, Master Guoshi was just a fire boy at the south gate of Haotian Dao. He had n’t met the present Saint and made a fortune. At that time, he fortune-telling for Zhang Yiqi was afraid that most of them were cheating money. Thinking of this section, he could n’t help but cough. After two sounds, Majesty said:

"Cough ... Madam, please be sad. First of all, you must understand that this officer is Yang Yu, a judicial officer of Changan Prefecture, not Lord Jingzhao Yin. Secondly, the remains of Lord Yushi have been inspected in detail, indeed because of the carriage. Accidental overwhelming and overwhelming brain deaths are not murders. "

Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi died at the side entrance of the Qinglou House, which was in full swing in Changan City, but they were mostly mocked and ridiculed, and no one on the officialdom related this matter to any murder. Changan House was to avoid The gangs of poor imperial history made troubles, and two days ago, the case was early classified as a traffic accident.

But no one thought that the lady of Shishi actually went to Dali Temple without depending on it. Yushi ’s job is to offend the officials. Naturally, it ’s impossible to be very popular. Although Zhang Yiqi ’s people are dead, His Royal Highness Prince is still there, so no officials will take the opportunity to throw dirty water down the well, but no one wants to do more business, so Dali Temple Again, he directly pushed Mrs. Yushi back to Chang'an House.

Jing Zhaoyin heard the drumming sound before, and then inquired about the sturdy and unfamiliar Mrs. Yu Shi, who had already sneaked back from the side door back to the back house, and then told her subordinates that they were unwell today and needed rest.

Shangguan Yang Yu, as a judicial officer in Changan Prefecture, was in charge of investigating criminal names, but he could n’t find it. In his eyes, all the officials' wives are paper tigers, and they can get rid of them as long as they are scared of what they are afraid of, and they might get some benefits from it.

Not forgetting the benefits at this moment, which shows the greed of the judicial joining the army, and this must start from his origin. Shangguan Yangyu's ancestor was from South Jin Dynasty. His ancestors moved to Chang'an and settled here for five generations. The generations lived in the impoverished Dongcheng. There was no prosperous male in the family of the bereaved. It was not until the generation of Shangguan Yangyu that he broke the tile house and a dozen or two silvers. He was lucky enough to pass the official recording test and then boiled from the lowest prison officer until he now has a real official body.

After becoming a judicial officer, Shangguan Yang Yu was no longer as low-key and cautious as he had been in these years. His fear of poverty and his ardent pursuit of money led him to start his own bribery. Changan was tightly watched by the court. He is also a poor punishment for taxation. He can't want to be greedy, but he can do nothing.

In the case of Yushi Zhang Yiqi, he did not dare to infringe the green house, but he wanted to try to get some money from the wife of the dead man. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the thin lady Yushi, waiting for the other party to refute his anger. , Beckoning the other party to come closer, lowering his voice and saying: "Madam, the witness is your own guardian attendant. The evidence is still piled up in the backyard of Yamen. Master Yushi still has the taste of fat powder, and you took the group of servants to take that day. As the stick rushed over, half of the people in Chang'an City saw it. You said ... Master Yu Shi was not afraid of you going to the Blue House to catch the adulterer, so he panicked and died on his carriage, who believed it? "

When Madam Yushi changed color and was about to scold loudly, Shangguan Yang Yu smiled slightly, and her triangular eyes narrowed into a small square in the middle of the copper coin. She continued to lower her voice and said, "Actually, the officer also understands that Master Yushi died too It ’s so strange and ... not good, you always have to make a noise, so that you can show your own thoughts, so as not to be told that you are killing your own master, let ’s say, if it is really troublesome, that building ca n’t compensate you. A large sum of money? Alas, this person died in the underworld and he no longer cares about the strangers. What kind of use can the compassionate and relics of the court give? What is the best way to get a pen. "

The expression on Mrs. Yushi ’s skinny face was extremely unnatural, and she was obviously taken care of by Shangguan Yang Yu. After half a day, she suddenly looked forward to him with full expectation, lowering her voice and saying, “If this happens, I will share with you ... ... 20%. "

Dare to take Tang Lu directly for a transaction above the public hall. If Yu Shitai or the palace knows this, neither Shangguan Yang Yu nor this lady of Yu Shi will be able to escape, but today the entire Changan government office The people are avoiding because of the fear of Mrs. Yu Shi. The public hall is clean, and she is not worried about being heard.

However, beyond the expectation of Mrs. Yushi, Shangguan Yang Yu suddenly lost his face, and gave a shock to his hand, and shouted: "What a bold woman, I only respect you for your husband's sake, but I really want to Find a dead end! "

Suddenly stunned Mrs. Yu Shi, the face of Shangguan Yang Yu seemed to be painted, and he quickly became amiable, and said with a long heart: "This official scolds you to save you, you know that house Who is your backer? You still want to bluff money from there? You are so brave. "

Mrs. Yu Shi tremblingly supported the desk and said, "This ... this ... you have to ask for your advice."

Shangguan Yang Yu naturally cannot say that Chang'an House took up a few shares in that building, so he pretended to mysteriously pointed his finger and lowered his voice and said, "That's the queen's mother's business."

"Ah?" Mrs. Yu Shi heard the words "Queen Queen", and she suddenly panicked her hands and feet, and even felt her knees were a little soft, trembling: "How can this be good, how can this be good?"

"If you insist on making trouble, I can't guarantee that the reputation behind Master Yushi can be kept. After all, someone saw him running out of the blue building, and he was drunk at the time."

Shangguan Yangyu looked at her and said: "Yu Shi prostitute, if you let the palace know, even if you die, you will be removed from the office, and you will be free from the relics. Then you will really be empty in the bamboo basket. . "

Mrs. Yu Shi asked in horror: "Then ... how ... how is it good? I can't do it?"

"The problem is that this matter has already gone out, but if you can manage the person in charge of the building over there, don't let this matter pass into the palace, especially the ear, or the matter can still do."

"Let's do it!" Madam Yushi had no idea, her thin face was full of anxiety and tension, and asked, "How do you think about this?"

Shangguan Yang Yu smiled a little, knowing that there will be another money in his account soon, can't help but feel that every pore on his body is stretched out, and the thin face of Mrs. Yu Shi in front of her has also become a lot of pleasant eyes, thinking in her heart: eat How can a man eat a woman, or a living person can eat a dead person.

He was born poor and could even be said to be cheap, his ancestors had no remains, no backing behind him, and he had an ugly face. When he ate the plaintiff, the defendant came as greedy as a locust, and patted his superior **** like a wild boar. There is nothing remarkable about character and temperament, but as long as Master Haotian does not accept him, he will continue to live in such a persistent and ugly way. As long as the sky can tolerate me, I can live.

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The rain continued for another two days, and the business in Lane 47 was still deserted.

Ning Que did not know that there was a judicial officer named Shangguan Yang Yu in Chang'an, because of the greed in his bones he solved the last little trouble for the assassination of Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi. At this time, he was holding a slightly hot noodle bowl, looking Looking at the blue stone slab that was constantly being washed by the rain, thinking about the admission test soon, thinking about the expensive tuition and accommodation fees, I was a little depressed, I felt a little cold, and I unconsciously tightened the collar with my left hand.

Although the owner of the mysterious background is exempted from renting for a whole year, a fine calculation is equivalent to earning three hundred and two silvers, but this silver is not cash, just something on paper, if that owner If you really can't bear the pressure of the government, or if Lao Bi Zhai can't continue to operate even without rent, it is equivalent to zero.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again, lowering his head to pick the noodles in the bowl with the tip of the chopsticks, poking the fresh green onions, and had no desire to eat at all. He had no interest in writing these two days. What's more, this bowl has been eaten for several years. With eyes closed, you can guess the soup noodles with four peppercorns and thirty green onions.

The rain outside the shop is getting bigger and bigger, the beating is hitting the ground, the water is splashing into fog, and the vision is getting worse and worse, the outer wall of the Treasury of the Ministry of Transport and Clearance is almost out of sight, rather missing He walked up to the threshold with the noodle bowl, squatted down to continue watching the rain, and then bowed his head to eat noodles.

Suddenly he looked up, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked to the upper right.

A middle-aged man appeared holding an oil-paper umbrella outside Lao Bi Zhai Gate. The arrogant rain wets most of his shirt, and the scabbard around his waist is also covered with water drops, which is to avoid Ning Que. The owner who rents for one year.

The shirt was wet from the rain, and the color on the front and back of the shirt was a little dark, and it looked a bit embarrassed, but the wonderful thing was that this middle-aged man did n’t feel embarrassed at all, and stood quietly on the threshold door under the oil paper umbrella, watching There was no interruption in the eyes of Yusi, and his expression was calm and calm, just like watching the sunshine all over the street.

Ning Que looked up at him for a moment without speaking, and kept his head down to eat noodles.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man suddenly looked down at him, smiled and said: "The face is very fragrant."

Ning Que squatted on the floor and replied: "Eating too many times, no matter how fragrant the noodles are, it is just that."

"I haven't eaten."

"Although you exempted me from renting for one year, I do not intend to invite you to eat."

"I like the words you write."

The topic of middle-aged men changed very quickly, just like the rain dripping in front of the two people. The impermeable umbrella slipped down the umbrella. From this point, it can be felt that this person is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and his subordinates are not allowed to question his orders.

"I would also like."

"Good writing."

"I know my writing is very good."

Middle-aged man smiled and said: "The words ... the killing intentions are full, I rarely see anyone who is so full of killing intentions."

Ning Que bowed his head in silence, looking at the noodle bowl in his hand and asked, "Are you going to kill someone tonight?"

Middle-aged man replied with emotion: "Yeah, God can tolerate me but not me, then I had to kill."

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