Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 337
Li Shimin finally spoke: "In the eyes of the priest, only he is right, and everyone else is like a dog, and they can wantonly slander."

"When things come to an end, others will reciprocate themselves. Isn't it uncomfortable? I still have to treat officials with courtesy, how can you be so arrogant and instruct officials to do things?"

"Let me ask you, if you were to change places, would you contribute to the person who humiliated you so much? I don't think the officials have done anything wrong."

When the emperor opened his mouth, it was qualitative.

There is nothing wrong with the officials, but Zhuang Jia is the one who is wrong.

Cheng Yaojin clapped his hands: "Sure enough, it must be His Majesty, explain the profound things in simple terms, and the old Cheng who has not studied can understand it in a few words!"

Zhang Liang almost spit out a mouthful of old phlegm!

The whole world knows that although your background, Cheng Yaojin, is not too high, you have a family background anyway. Only I, Zhang Liang, really come from a peasant household. I really haven't read any books!

Don't be a bear!

"However, gentlemen, it's not good to hear the news that the descendants of the imperial court officials have been kidnapped, should we solve it?"

As the emperor, even if he doesn't wait to see Zhuang Jia anymore, he still has to say something.

When Sun Fujia wanted to speak, Xin Mao took the lead: "Your Majesty has an order, and Dali Temple dare not refuse. However, we still need to recruit people to calm our emotions. It will take about ten days and a half months to get on the right track."

This matter, Sun Fujia said, is not very effective. It is the low-level officials who are handling the case, not him Dali Qing personally supervised the handling.

If you want Sun Fujia to go out in person, do you, Zhuang Jia, have the face?

The corners of Li Shimin's lips curled up in a strange slight arc.

Tsk tsk, the officials of the Zhenguan Dynasty all have petty tempers!

In ten days and a half, Zhuang Jia's great-grandson had either become the heir of some poor family in a corner, or had his limbs broken and went begging in the street.

No matter how unlucky you are, if you meet someone you like, your life will be ruined.

Zhuang Jia burst into tears: "But if you can save your great-grandson, I will immediately retire!"

Finally a little self-aware.

Li Shimin raised his head and looked at Fan Zheng: "Qing's family guards have acquaintance with various teachings and nine schools, so they should be able to lead the way for the left and right guards, right?"

Fan Zheng grinned: "Your Majesty, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years; it is not too late for a villain to take revenge all day long. Unfortunately, I happen to be a villain."

When Fan Zheng said this, he directly admitted that he knew the whereabouts of the kidnapper, so there was no need for the Dali Temple to be dispatched, and it would be more efficient to wait for the guards to pick people up.

Secretary and Young Supervisor Yan Shigu smiled: "How can anyone say that about himself? Gentlemen, my little fellow countryman is talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

Yan Shigu protects his shortcomings like this, his blue eyes and white eyes are very clear.

Li Daozong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, said with a smile: "True temperament, no falsehood!"

Qibi Heli with one ear gave a thumbs up.

Although he couldn't fully adapt to the court, Qi Bi He Li still knew who was disgusting.

Qibi Heli is full of affection for Fan Zheng, because of Tie Xiaozhuang's flying shit outside the sky, he captured Yi Shijie Libi alive, and exchanged himself. Datang doesn't have to bow his head in the name of marriage, how happy it is!

Tie Xiaozhuang is Fan Zheng's disciple!

Zhuang Jia got up, his face was distorted, and he crossed his hands unwillingly to make amends: "This old man is talking nonsense, insulting the officials, and I want to make amends to all the gentlemen."

When he got angry, Fan Zheng naturally didn't care.

After all, it is really impossible for a child to be abducted because of the grievances between the elders.

The gathering place of this group of kidnappers happened to be in Qinglongfang, Wannian County, and there was Fangzheng Hou Mo Chenyu staring at them, so they couldn't escape.

Why not out of town?

Isn't this the sudden strictness of interrogation by various sects? Naturally, they can't go out after they succeed, but can only stay.

There is no city wall in Furong Garden, but it is a pity that ordinary people are not even qualified to enter the gate at night, and the interrogation during the day is relatively strict.

Of course, Zhuang Jia's great-grandson was not the only child they plundered, but he was the only one with the highest value.

Escaping to the outskirts of Beijing, one after another extorting Zhuang Jia's belongings with this child is a long-term way of making money, which is much more profitable than selling them and begging for limbs.

Danger?

This wicked business, from the day I stepped in, my head was pinned to my belt.

With a little conscience, I occasionally condemn myself, but it is soon released by the clanging copper coins.

How many people who make a lot of money have no conscience?

Others staying near the house where they live will make them alert, but Hou Mo and Chen Yufangzheng's identity is the best cover up.

Hou Mo and Chen Yu can still talk and laugh with the kidnapper: "Baqiao's Dingding soup cake, Xinfeng's Shiao cake, Fuping's queen mother's cake, Wannian's gourd duck, and Tongzhou's goat boiled sheep can all be tasted in my Qinglongfang arrive!"

This is not bragging, Qinglongfang used to have better conditions than Dunhuafang, and there are many kinds of food in the workshop, authentic or not.

In any case, each workshop has its own characteristics. The current Dunhua Workshop was created by Fan Zheng, dragging the whole workshop to the top of the [-]-odd workshops in Wannian County.

Fortunately, Qinglongfang has climbed up the elephant's leg of Dunhuafang. Those laborers who have nowhere to settle and have good morals can enter the workshops of Dunhuafang to make a living, earning more than before.

Oh, and Brother Er Zhucheng has been working hard outside doing odd jobs.

No way, the old man from Huarong Jianguo County is too vengeful, who told you not to have eyes?
I made a mistake, now I should call him Sinong Shaoqing.

This should be the second-level official of Sinong Temple, right?

Tsk tsk, in seven or eight years, it is indeed a miracle for a young man who is comparable to me to jump to this position.

Shi Xiangligan, the chief of the left guard, led a team of people, and under the leadership of Sun Jiu, entered through the square gate.

Under Fang Ding's guidance, Yiwei surrounded the house, and Hou Mo and Chen Yu pulled the narrator's expression to change drastically.

It is too late to escape, and resistance is purely courting death.

Forget, not resisting is also death.

The kidnapper's arm was on Hou Mo Chen Yu's neck, just as he was about to take the hostage, he suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground like snot.

Hou Mo Chen Yu smiled slightly, and raised the jujube stick in his hand.

The jujube short stick, which was not commonly used at first, became famous because of Fan Zheng, and now it is the standard equipment of Fangzheng and Fangding in the more than [-] workshops in Wannian County. It still applies at this moment.

Watching Wei Yiwei tied up on the left, Hou Mo and Chen Yu whistled triumphantly.

Oh, I have made meritorious service again. It is not realistic to raise Shilang one more level. This year's exams should be good. Why should the Ming government lower the tone a little?
It's not too much to grab half a fan of pork and bring it home for the mother-in-law, Dalang and Erlang Chen Lijian, right?
There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that traveling thousands of miles to be an official is only for food and clothing.

In this era, Yiwei's combat effectiveness is stronger than that of Fubing.

To be more precise, the Yiwei of Yi Mansion and the Fubing of Zhechong Mansion can also be collectively referred to as Fubing, because they both use "Fu" as the unit of measurement.

A mere house, a little kidnapper, how can he be hit by Yi Wei who is like a wolf and a tiger?
In a house with two buildings, more than a dozen children were looted, all bound hands and feet, with socks blocked, tears in their eyes, and some of them had red palm marks on their faces.

Beast!
(End of this chapter)