Chapter 51 If God can tolerate me, I can live

Cui Delu looked at the back of the middle-aged man and said coldly: "I know what you rely on, isn't it people like Chang San Qi Si, Liu Wu Fei Liu and Chen Qi? I know you can fight, and your brothers are also good at fighting, but Don't forget Well, Chang Sanfei Liu is the captain of the Yulin Army, Liu Wu is the leader of the Xiaoqi Battalion, and Chen Qiqi is an old man who has retired from the bodyguards. If the big shots just raise their fingers, you will be pushed into the deepest part of the underworld. You will never be able to stand up again."

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and looked into his eyes with a frown.

"A lot of your most reliable and capable brothers have died in recent years. Except for that loser Qi Si, you can only rely on these guys, but you don't understand the power of the nobles at all. All they need is a word and a piece of paper. By writing, you can trap your most important fighting force in the military camp. The monsters and monsters in Chang'an City who have been suppressed by you for more than ten years will definitely be happy to jump out and bite you once they know this news. Take a bite?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, his expression gradually calmed down, and he continued to walk out the door.

Cui Delu sneered behind him and said: "Chunfengting Laochao... your hand has been stretched too long, and it has actually reached into the court... Now that you are surrounded by enemies, I want to see who can tolerate you!" "

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

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In a sense, this conversation between the red sleeves and the top floor determines the historical and natural course of the underground world of Chang'an City. When those big people who are high up in the temple suddenly become interested in caring about the weeds in the rivers and lakes, no matter what the weeds are, No matter how strong the vitality, no matter how strong the desire to live, it will be like a grassland after a wildfire, leaving only the blackened waist and the remaining grass roots in the soil, and it will never be able to repeat its previous lushness.

This is what power tastes like.

The wife of Yushi Zhang Yiqi was actually used to this smell all her life, so when Zhang Yiqi died suddenly, she couldn't accept the fact at all. She led the women's army who went to the brothel to make trouble and took the master's body home and cried for two days. Then she started running between Dali Temple and the Chang'an Mansion Yamen responsible for the security of the capital. Unfortunately, this time it was her turn to smell the smell of power, and the smell became a little bad.

"How could my husband be so short-lived? He told me that twenty-seven years ago, the Imperial Master gave him a horoscope and said that he would live a long life. In my opinion, my husband must have been killed by that building. He was killed by the vixen in there! Mr. Jing Zhaoyin, you have to make the decision for me. If you dare to protect that house, I will go to the Prince's Mansion to seek justice for my master!"

The official sitting on the stage was about in his early forties, with triangular eyes, rosacea, and a sparse beard under his chin. His appearance was really inelegant. In the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty, which emphasized appearance and appearance, this person was not considered. It was really an anomaly that he was sent to the counties and prefectures below, but stayed in Chang'an Mansion.

The official looked at the thin woman standing in the hall, and was given a headache by her words. Fortunately, the officials of the Tang Dynasty were very aware of the legendary life of the Imperial Master. He counted carefully and then realized that twenty Seven years ago, the Imperial Master was just a fire-burning Taoist boy at the south gate of Haotian Dao. He had not yet met the current Holy Master and made a fortune. At that time, he told Zhang Yiqi's fortune and was probably cheating. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cough. After saying twice, he said majestically:

"Ahem... Madam, please give me my condolences. First of all, you must understand that this official is Shangguan Yangyu, the judicial officer of Chang'an Prefecture, not Mr. Jing Zhaoyin. Secondly, Mr. Yushi's remains have been inspected in detail. It is indeed because of the carriage. Accidental collapse, resulting in death from a severe blow to the brain, is really not a murder."

The censor Zhang Yiqi died at the side gate of the brothel. This incident caused a stir in the city of Chang'an, but most of them were ridiculed and ridiculed, and no one in the official circles connected this incident with any murder. In order to avoid it, the Chang'an Mansion Those poor censors took advantage of the issue to make a fuss and had already determined the case as a traffic accident two days ago.

But no one expected that the censor's wife would go straight to Dali Temple without mercy. The job of the censor is to offend officials, so his popularity cannot be too good. Although Zhang Yiqi is dead, his patron Prince is still there, so no official will take the opportunity to add insult to injury, but no one wants to meddle in other people's business, so Dali Temple He unceremoniously pushed the censor's wife back to Chang'an Mansion.

Jing Zhaoyin heard the sound of drums earlier, and after asking again, it was the censor's wife who was tough and not easy to mess with. She had already sneaked back to the back house through the side door, and then told her subordinates that she was not feeling well today and needed to rest.

Shangguan Yangyu is a member of the judicial army of Chang'an Prefecture and is in charge of criminal investigation, but he can't find a reason to escape, and he doesn't want to escape. In the eyes of other officials, Mrs. Yushi is a shrew who is not easy to mess with, but in the eyes of other officials, In his eyes, all officials' wives are paper tigers. As long as he scares them with the right things they are afraid of, he can get them done and maybe get some benefits from them.

This moment does not forget the benefits, which shows the greed of joining the army, and this will start from his origin. Shangguan Yangyu's ancestor was born in the South Jin Dynasty, and the ancestors moved into Chang'an Five Dynasties to settle here. For generations, they lived in the poor Dongcheng. There was no good man in the family. The broken tile house and a dozen two silver were not lucky until the generation of Shangguan Yangyu.

After becoming a judicial joining the army, Shangguan Yangyu is no longer as low -key and cautious as over the years. He has the fear of poverty and his enthusiasm for money. It is also a pitiful yamen for eating taxes. It is impossible to be corrupt, but he can do it.

In the case of Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi, he did not dare to disappoint the blue building, but he wanted to try whether he could be squeezed out of the silver money from his wife's wife. , Beckoning the other party to approach, and lowered his voice and said, "Madam, the evidence is your own guard's followers, the physical evidence is still piled up in the backyard of the gate, and the Master Royal still has a fat powder on the body, and you take the group of servant women that day. When the wooden stick rushed over, half of the people in Chang'an City saw it.

When Mrs. Yu Shi changed color, when she was ready to scold, Shangguan Yangyu smiled slightly, and the triangle eyes narrowed into the small square in the middle of the copper coin. The bizarre is too nest, and ... it is not good, you have to make a noise in order to look well in your own mind, and you can not be said to be forced to kill your own master. Besides, if you really make trouble, you can lose you. A large amount of silver, this person died into the underworld and could no longer be able to give birth to people. "

Mrs. Yu Shi's thin face was extremely unnatural. It was obviously that Shang Guan Yangyu said that she was thinking about it. After a long time, she was looking forward to him, and said with a low voice and said, "If this happens, I will divide you ... … 20 %.

On the top of the public hall, you dare to deal with Tang law directly. If you let the Royal Shitai or the palace know this matter, whether it is Shangguan Yangyu or the Mrs. Yu Shi, it may not be able to escape, but today the entire Changan Mansion Yamen Gate today The people all avoided because they were afraid of Mrs. Yu Shi, but she was pure and pure, and she was not worried about being heard.

However, beyond the expectation of Mrs. Yu Shi, Shangguan Yangyu suddenly sank, and she shocked the wood in her hands and drank: "A bold woman, because your husband is for the royal history, I respect you three points. Find the way to death! "

A broken drink directly stunned Mrs. Yu Shi. Shangguan Yangyu's face seemed to be painted, and he quickly changed his kindness. You still want to get silver from there? "

Mrs. Yu Shi helped the case station trembling and said, "This ... this ... you have to give you more advice."

Shangguan Yangyu naturally couldn't say that Chang'an Mansion occupied a little stock in that building, so he stretched his fingers mysteriously, and lowered his voice and said, "That's the industry of the queen's mother."

"Ah?" Mrs. Yu Shi heard the four words of the queen's mother, and she was frightened and even felt soft, and even felt a bit soft on her knees.

"If you insist on making trouble, I don't guarantee whether the reputation behind Royal Shi can be kept. After all, some people see him running out of the Qinglou, and he was drunk at the time."

Shangguan Yangyu looked at her with a positive color and said, "Yu Shi Ji Ji, if you let the palace know, even if you die, you will be removed from the official position to avoid the legacy. "" "

Mrs. Yu Shi asked in horror: "That ... that ... how can it be good? Can't I do it?"

"The problem is that this has been made out, but if you can make some people in the owner in the building over there, so as not to let this matter be passed into the palace, especially in the ears, or things can still manage."

"Then do it!" Mrs. Yu Shi had no idea, and her thin face was full of stunning and nervousness, and asked, "How do you see this?"

Shangguan Yangyu smiled slightly and knew that there would be a silver money to enter the account immediately. I couldn't help but feel that every pore on her body was opened. How can men eat a woman's easy to eat, how can they eat the cool people who eat dead people.

He was born poor and could even be said to be low. He had no legacy, and there was no backing behind him. He had an ugly face. There is nothing considerable in morality, but as long as Master Haotian does not accept him, he will continue to live such a firm and ugly. As long as he can tolerate me, I can live.

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Spring rain has been in a row for another two days, and the business in Lane Forty -seven is still so deserted.

Ning Que did not know that Chang'an government called Shangguan Yangyu's judicial judicial to join the army, because the greed in the bones solved the last small trouble for the assassination of the murder of Zhang Yiqi. At this time, he was holding a slightly hot noodle bowl, hoping The bluestone slab that was constantly washed by the rain, thinking about the trial of admission to the hospital soon, thinking about expensive tuition and accommodation fees. I felt a little depressed and felt a little cold. I subconsciously tightened the collar with my left hand.

Although it eliminates the full year of rental for a whole year from the mysterious owner, it is equivalent to earning three hundred or two silvers in flatness, but this silver is not cash, but it is just a piece of paper. I really ca n't carry the pressure of the government, or the old brushwork does not operate without rent, it is equivalent to zero.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again, bowed his head to tease the noodles in the bowl with the tip of chopsticks, poked the tender onion, and had no desire to eat at all. In the past two days, he didn't even have any interest in writing. Moreover, this bowl has been eaten for several years, and I can guess four peppercorns and thirty grains of green onion noodles without smelling my eyes.

The rain outside the shop is getting bigger and bigger. The rush hit the ground. The water splattered into fog, and the sight became worse and worse. Walking to the threshold in the noodle bowl, squatting and watching the rain, and then began to bow their heads to eat noodles.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the upper right.

A middle -aged man supported the oil paper umbrella outside the old pen gate. The arrogant rain wet the green shirt on his body mostly, and the scabbard on the waist was full of water droplets. The owner of the one -year rent.

The green shirt was wet by the rain, and the colors on the back of the front placket were a little deep, and it looked a little embarrassed, but the wonderful thing was that the middle -aged man didn't feel the slightest. There was no intermittent rain in front of me, and his expression calmly and calmly, like watching the sun on the street.

Ning Que looked up at him for a moment, without talking, and continued to bow his head to eat noodles.

After a long time, the middle -aged man suddenly looked down at him and said with a smile, "Fragrant."

Ning Que squatted on the ground and answered: "Too many times you eat, no matter how fragrant the noodles are, it is just the case."

"I haven't eaten it."

"Although you avoid me for a year, I don't plan to invite you to eat."

"I like your writing."

The middle-aged man changed the topic very quickly, just like the dripping rain in front of the two people, the umbrella could not seep through and slid down the umbrella. From this point, it can be felt that this man is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and does not allow his subordinates to question his orders.

"I like it too."

"Well written."

"I know I can write well."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The words... are full of murderous intent. I have rarely seen someone with such full and unimpeded murderous intent."

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

The middle-aged man replied with emotion: "Yes, God can tolerate me and humans can't tolerate me, so I have no choice but to kill someone."