Chapter 38: Great Harvest for the Nation (Thanks to "Xie Xiaoxin" for becoming the leader of this book) Fucheng was stunned. The skillfulness of the movements made him feel that the young man in front of him was a well-trained killer. "There are still a few people, hurry up!" Jiang Qingzhi put away his knife and turned around. "Yes." Fu Cheng sent Jiang Qingzhi down first, then looked back at him. Wang Ermao, lying on the bed, covered his neck, arched his body, and slowly fell down with his last sigh. It turns out that the young master wanted to kill someone! Fu Cheng shook his head, dispelling the last bit of surprise in his mind. No longer consider Jiang Qingzhi's motives. Not long after they left, a dark shadow approached them.
What a strong smell of blood. The shadow frowned and came in. "Why is the window open? It's convenient for me." The dark figure walked to the bed. Outside, Mingyue waved her handkerchief and said to a man, "You bastard, I can't do it tonight. Come back tomorrow." In the bedroom, the shadow looked at the dead Wang Ermao and asked in astonishment, "Who did it?" The door opens. Light suddenly rushed in from outside. The dark shadow tilted its head. Outside the door, the exhausted Mingyue looked up. Eyes facing each other. It was not the joy of a prostitute seeing an old client, but a narrow encounter. The smell of blood rushed into my nostrils, and what came into view was the violent death of Wang Ermao. "Killing!" …… Dou Jialan returned to the Jiang family, changed his clothes first, then washed his face, sniffed his body to make sure there was no blood on it, then climbed onto the roof, held his chin with his hands and looked at the bright moon. "Who killed the person?" …… Fucheng has been in the palace for many years, and his morality and sense of justice have long been worn away. So, he thought about it for a long time but got no result.
"Why did you kill someone, sir?" …… Day two. Lu Bing went to the palace to report. "I immediately ordered an investigation and found that the gangster Wang Ermao was the most suspicious." "Why not arrest people?" asked Emperor Jiajing who had just woken up. Lu Bing bowed his head and said, "I dare not take the initiative." Who knows what you mean. Maybe you would be happy to see Wang Su die! The mind of an emperor is hard to predict. He might laugh when he sees a gentleman die, or be moved when he sees a villain suffer. "Grasp." "Yes." Emperor Jiajing was a little annoyed. Those monkeys killed people wantonly, thinking they were fools. "It seems that after Zuo Shunmen, there are still some people who want to challenge my patience." In the Zuo Shunmen case that year, more than ten officials were beaten to death in the court. Emperor Jiajing was not in a hurry. He would wait until he caught the mastermind behind the incident and then take action. Lu Bing is back again. "Hmm?" Emperor Jiajing was dissatisfied, thinking that his foster brother was acting a little frivolously. "Your Majesty, Wang Ermao was killed last night." Emperor Jiajing thought of Jiang Qingzhi almost immediately. "inability!" Rage suddenly came, and Lu Bing knelt down, "Your Majesty, I am guilty." Emperor Jiajing scolded Lu Bing in Anlu dialect and said, "Go check it out." After he left, Emperor Jiajing sighed, "Qingzhi is a passionate young man! But how can he become my loyal friend if he is so impulsive!" In the evening, Lu Bing came back. "Your Majesty, there are witnesses who have confirmed that the murderer is a woman." "Ok?" The Taoist priest was angry, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy. ……
"I smell my daughter's fragrance." In the Jinyiwei, Mingyue covered her mouth and retched, saying aggrievedly: "The smell of blood is so strong here." "How do you know it was Nv'erxiang?" the interrogator shouted. "You are so fierce." Mingyue raised her eyes, "What I really like is women. The smell of stinky men cannot escape my nose." …… "That bastard is dead." In the study, Yang Shu put down the book in dissatisfaction, "Does he know my identity?" As the son of a great scholar, Yang Shu was quite famous in the capital. "I don't know." The servant said respectfully. The servant took his leave, and behind him came the young master's relieved laughter. "An ant dares to touch our interests. It's not a pity to die!" Later, Father Yang Yan came back from the government office. "Father." The poplar trees greet you. "How's your schoolwork lately?" Yang Yan sat down tiredly. "The kid just wrote an article." "What's the topic?" "The gentleman is harmonious but different, the villain is the same but not harmonious." "Yes!" Yang Yan nodded, "My son, act like a gentleman." "I will always remember my father's teachings and be a gentleman who stands tall and upright." "it is good!" During dinner, Yang Shu accompanied his father to drink until he was a little tipsy, then he said he had an appointment with a good friend and went out. The streets of Beijing are still bustling in the evening, with many people walking The evening breeze makes the poplars feel relaxed and happy. He simply dismounted and walked, looking at the prosperity before him with his hands behind his back, and said: "We should take it as our responsibility to assist the king in achieving prosperity, and then we will have no regrets in this life." Someone is approaching from behind. "Poplar!"
"What's the matter?" Yang Shu turned around and saw a man with his head lowered. Then, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, and the power in my body was leaking out from that place... "you……" The man slapped away the hand that was grabbing his clothes, "My young minister sends his regards to you." "strict……" The man quietly disappeared into the crowd. In the darkness of the night, the poplar trees slowly fell down. "Dead!" People from the Bingmasi came hurriedly. "Damn it, there weren't that many deaths in previous years, why is it so weird this year?" The people from the Bingmasi were complaining. "Here! The dead man wrote something on the ground." "Lantern!" The hand fell limply to the ground, and next to it were blood words with scattered but clear lines. "Yes...it's the word Yan!" "There is also... the word 'world' here." …… Yan Shifan was woken up in the middle of the night and looked confused. "East Tower, the Jinyiwei people are here." Yan Song had a stern face. Ouyang hadn't slept well, and there were big blisters under her eyes. She came up and slapped Yan Shifan in the face. "Mom!" Yan Shifan was not afraid of anyone at home except his mother. Ouyang gnashed her teeth and said, "You actually killed someone?!" Lu Bing came to inquire about the matter in person, and upon hearing this, he said, "The matter has not been investigated yet, but please ask Donglou to go to my Jinyiwei." "Who died?" Yan Shifan asked after going out. "Poplar." "None of my business." "Before he died, he wrote the words 'Yan Shi' in blood."
"What the hell!" "That's right, Donglou, just go and fuck." Yan Shifan was ridiculed like this, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, "Why, was he punished by His Majesty?" Lu Bing was not surprised by his sharpness. "Wang Su died, and the murderer was killed first. Yang Shu was the son of a great scholar, and his death made the scholars in the capital quite dissatisfied..." Emperor Jiajing was so angry that he slapped his brother. This man is lashing out at his woman. If she is really angry, let alone a slap, a beating with the whip can make your soul leave your body. After some polite questioning, Yan Shifan told where he went that night and the witnesses. In the middle of the night, the Jinyiwei went out and summoned the witnesses one by one, and verified them one by one. "Donglou, I'm sorry." Lu Bing said. "Old Lu, find out who killed Yang Shu." The one eye was filled with ruthlessness, "I'll kill him!" "Donglou, have you offended anyone recently?" Lu Bing asked. Even a smart man like Yan Shifan shook his head blankly, "No!" When he walked out of Jinyiwei, he happened to meet Shen Lian. "Shen Lian!" Yan Shifan sneered. "Young Lord." Shen Lian said sarcastically, "Young Lord is not in the government office, why is he here in the Imperial Guard?" Shen Lian followed Lu Bing in and out of the Yan family many times, and drank with Yan Shifan many times, and every time he ridiculed him unscrupulously. "Haha!" Yan Shifan glanced at Lu Bing. If it weren't for Lu Bing, ten Shen Lians would be gone. …… The Jiang family eats breakfast together. However, Jiang Qingzhi sat at one table alone, while Sun Chonglou and the others sat at another table. "What is this?" asked Sun Chonglou. "Fried cakes." the cook introduced. Jiang Qingzhi took a bite and found the oily texture was followed by the soft red bean paste. The salty taste made it even more satisfying. Have another cup of soy milk to moisten your body. Satisfied. Dou Jialan seemed a little absent-minded, and Sun Chonglou took advantage of her inattention and poured a lot of vinegar into her cup. Take a bite of fried cake and then drink a sip of soy milk. very sour!
Dou Jialan's face was squeezed together. He took a closer look and found that the color of the soy milk in the cup was wrong. He looked up and was furious. "Sun Chonglou!" "not me!" Sun Chonglou jumped up and ran. While running, he showed off the fried cakes. This kid is so energetic! Jiang Qingzhi sighed, "Old Fu." "The old slave is here." "Tomorrow the stone drill will be doubled." "Yes." Sun Chonglou was struck by lightning, he stopped and turned around, crying, "Master..." "You deserve it!" Dou Jialan smiled. After Jiang Qingzhi finished his meal, he walked to the door and kicked Sun Chonglou, then turned around and said, "You now have some breath of life." "Ah!" Dou Jialan was stunned and touched his own tender face. "The young master lets Shi Tou play with you so that you can open up your mind." Fu Cheng told Dou Jialan what his master meant. Dou Jialan looked at Jiang Qingzhi's back with mixed feelings. "Son." "Don't try any tricks like offering yourself to me." Jiang Qingzhi waved his hand. "I didn't!" Dou Jialan blushed. I'm so handsome, and you still say I don't have it? Jiang Qingzhi sneered inwardly. Sun Chonglou shouted outside the door: "It would be strange if there is none." "Sun Shitou!" Dou Jialan rushed out gritting his teeth. "I beat you to death!" "Just fight!" Jiang Qingzhi said casually. Sun Chonglou was dumbfounded and ran away. The two men chased and beat each other all the way, and Jiang Qingzhi watched with a smile. Fu Cheng asked from behind: "Sir, did you kill Yang Shu out of justice?" Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. "Is it good or bad if one more poplar tree dies in the Ming Dynasty?"
"Good thing." "That's it." Jiang Qingzhi suddenly discovered that the big tripod in his mind was accelerating. what does this mean? What the hell! Killing the poplar trees couldn't possibly affect the country's destiny, right? Killing a few thugs is even more impossible. Is this, a windfall? "Stone!" "Hey!" "Watch the portal." …… The big cauldron stopped. The numbers have changed. Under the mottled patina, the numbers suddenly jumped. ——277. The last time was . "So, it increased by years?" Jiang Qingzhi's eyes sparkled, "Brother Ding, who is that fat sheep?" The cauldron continued to turn and began to accelerate. This is the rhythm of giving rewards. "Brother Ding!" Jiang Qingzhi could not figure out what he had done, even if he was beaten to death, that the Ming Dynasty's life span was extended by a whopping years. …… In the restaurant, several confidants were helping Yan Shifan to get rid of the bad smell. "Damn it! Who killed Yang Shu and framed me?" Yan Shifan was extremely smart, but he racked his brains but could not figure out that it was Jiang Qingzhi's work. (End of this chapter)