Fairy, I really am a villain!

Within a few days, Fang Xiwen's life became regular.

During the day, he would show up at the Liushenmen yamen and exercise his rights as the chief clerk of the Dali Temple, listening to cases, trying prisoners, and writing verdicts.

Others thought he was here to show off his power, but Fang Xiwen was actually observing. He wanted to know what was the sand that Yang's party had mixed in.

One thing is worth mentioning: every time he went to audit the class, Liu Xiwang, the inspector general, would often approach him and chat with him about trivial matters, testing each other.

"This man looks like he has been a Beijing official for a long time, but he has thick calluses on the knuckles of his hands and index fingers, and his skin is also..."

Apart from these important matters, the rest is practice.

It was a rare opportunity for him to come to the capital of gods, so he comprehended the heaven and earth while adjusting the structure of his inner world, taking his time and working steadily to strive for progress every day.

By the way, the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" that the Sword Immortal gave him a long time ago is now on his training schedule. After all, now "Frost Sky", "Wanxiang", "Blue Sky" and "World" are all complete, and the only thing missing is the Sword of Life and Death.

Although it cannot be put together, this technique is also very effective. It can balance these different sword intentions to prevent him from using them at the same time, which will cause the conflict of energy routes and cause him to go crazy.

It’s just this method of practice...Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his lips with mixed feelings.

Since that day, Fang Qingxiao would come to him every night to "dual practice", calling it "teaching skills" and speaking with a righteous manner.

But, he felt that this sister might be a little addicted.

In Fang Xiwen's guess, in addition to the sensory stimulation, she should have other factors - for example, this is the Fang Mansion, where many brothers and sisters grew up, and doing bad things feels somewhat immoral.

For example, he can do whatever he wants and enjoy Li Muyu's jumping around... and so on.

"Although I really want to explain it to her, this may be effective in preventing my sister from being assimilated by the sword... Forget it."

After looking at the sky, Fang Xiwen heard three gongs outside, so he put down his book and walked to the window.

Lifting the window up, you'll see a neatly trimmed flower bed outside.

Suddenly, a figure in white flew in as lightly as a swallow. Before she landed on the ground, she pressed her hands on his shoulders and then kissed him vigorously.

"and many more..."

"Your next words are 'go to bed'. Xiwen, you are so lecherous."

"—"

As he gradually got used to life in the capital and began to integrate into this prosperous and luxurious rhythm, there were some people who were unable to adapt and were strongly rejected.

~~

There is only one day left until the "Qushui Literary Meeting" hosted by the Second Prince.

Gao Chengyou was a person who loved to show off his literary taste. He would hold a literary gathering at this time almost every year, inviting celebrities from aristocratic families, geishas and courtesans to write poems and drink wine.

By the way, see who can win the favor of the beauty and become the guest of honor, and many good stories will be spread.

As the banquet was quite large, even the Music Bureau would send people over, so many beauties that were not normally seen would gather, so most of the guests were very excited.

"It's a reserved program."

Although he was not very interested, Fang Xiwen still stole two poems from his mind as a backup.

He had to go to this literary meeting, even if it was just to meet the Second Prince.

"It's time for some people to be liquidated..."

After glancing at the bright sun, Fang Xiwen put on formal clothes and went to Liushenmen to show off his power.

I can only say that his premonition was quite accurate.

As dusk deepened, Fang Xiwen got off work on time and was strolling on Tianjie Street.

Looking around and doing business, he planned to buy some gifts and food for his two sisters: after all, one of them rarely goes out and the other rarely buys things.

The lights were lit from the city gate to the end of the street. Many buildings on the side were made of glazed tiles, which looked very beautiful under the light of the fire.

The luster gathered like water droplets, swimming on the surface, as if it was about to drip onto passers-by.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed out from the alley and swayed behind him in the twilight. From a distance, it looked like his shadow, but much more graceful.

"Xiwen, I have some clues about the two things you asked me to investigate. For some reason, their arrangements today were a bit messy, and I found that two groups of people left the city at the same time..." Li Muyu's voice sounded softly in his ears.

He nodded.

The Yun family has many information channels, and the Fang family naturally has many as well. Unfortunately, Fang Tianyu is not here, so basically all the information is in the hands of Fang Ziqing and her gang.

Even if he trusted the Yun family, he still needed a way to verify the authenticity of the news.

Li Muyu is his eyes and ears, and an extra-standard one at that - a top-level killer of the devilish way with a psychic connection, proficient in stealth, eavesdropping, assassination, etc., but he is used as a scout.

It was a waste of natural resources, but it was fine this way. He didn't want Li Muyu to do anything dangerous.

"Thank you, second sister," Fang Xiwen handed her the hot roujiamo she had just bought, "You go home first, I still have some things to do."

"It smells so good. Xiwen, can you have a bite first?"

"Okay, Second Sister doesn't dislike me," he leaned over to take a bite and said with a smile, "That's it, don't worry about me."

After saying this, the man in brocade clothes turned into the alley next to him and disappeared after a few steps.

~~

Outside the city, Taohua Winery, villa.

"You can't even do this!"

After listening to the report from the visitor, Song Canxing threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground and started to get furious.

"Liu Zhuo is a waste, Fang Ziqing is also a waste, they are both a bunch of useless scum!"

The whole room was deathly silent, with only the sound of his stomping feet making the noise.

The guards behind Song Canxing stood still like sculptures, only their bulging temples trembled from time to time, showing that they looked like living creatures.

At this time, a man in silk clothes was kneeling on the ground with a terrified look on his face. He was the merchant who had given false testimony before.

"Huh, huh... What's wrong with me? I actually got into trouble with these trash."

After catching his breath for a while, his drunken face turned red. He sat back in his seat leisurely and regained his composure.

His men poured him a glass of new wine.

Gently shaking, the wine shimmered under the light, Song Canxing smiled slightly and said, "Look up. Do you know where this is?"

Hearing this, the traveling merchant raised his head and glanced around for a while, only to find that the decorations such as the bed sheets and curtains were all bright red and extremely ambiguous, just like they were being prepared for a bridal chamber.

"Mr. Song, I, I don't know."

"Fool, this is the place where I pamper my beauties. My dear cousin was killed, leaving me three concubines. I keep them all here and pamper them every day," Song Canxing shook his head, "Why don't you get out of here?"

Seeing that his tone had calmed down, the merchant stood up and bravely went to the table.

"Someone, pour him some wine."

The bear-like guard came over and poured a full cup. The merchant took it and poured it down.

"Slow down," Song Canxing held up three fingers, "Three cups of wine, I'll ask three questions, you drink a cup for each one."

"...yes."

"The first question is, where are you?"

"It's the capital of gods, and it's under the feet of the emperor." After gazing at his expression, the merchant drank the wine in one gulp.

"Second question, since we are under the emperor's feet, then what is the Yang Party, and what am I?"

"The Yang family's prime minister is the emperor's right-hand man, and you are the Yang party's right-hand man." The merchant drank another glass.

"Third question, what did you do when you were at the city gate?"

"I yelled and sullied Mr. Song's reputation, and also attracted the bad guys, causing Mr. Song to get slapped in the face."

Tremblingly, the merchant finally finished the third cup.

At this time, Song Canxing smiled, "That's right. Even if things are like this, I don't blame you. Instead, I will help you find a good future regardless of the past, as long as you do me a small favor."

“Yes, that’s right.”

"And you, not only did you mess up the job, but you also had the nerve to come back and ask me for compensation?"

boom!

With one punch, the plate on the table flew up and then fell down suddenly: "Do you think I, Song Canxing, look like a living Buddha in a temple?!"

"But, I am following the orders of the young master. The imperial edict--" "If it's smashed, it's smashed. Do you still dare to quibble?!"

Seeing his angry look, the merchant gradually understood.

From the very beginning, Song Canxing never thought about fulfilling his promise.

If the perjury case fails, he will die; even if it succeeds, he will break the contract to keep it secret, and he will die anyway.

'Tell me the truth and I can protect you.'

The young master of the Fang family understood it from the very beginning.

Even at the beginning, it was this person who saved them father and daughter; in the end, the good guy didn't ask for reward, and the bad guy came to show off, so he believed the latter, and was complacent about it, thinking that he had mastered the rules of the capital of God.

Swish!

A rope hung down from the beam and instantly wrapped around his neck. The end of the rope was held in Song Canxing's hand.

He exerted force suddenly and the merchant was hung up. His legs kicked subconsciously and he almost overturned the table. His face gradually turned blue-purple.

"My...daughter..."

The merchant knew she was doomed, so she did not beg for mercy. She only begged Song Canxing to treat her well, "I, please..."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, outlining his weather-beaten face.

The man was breathing in less than out, holding the rope with both hands and struggling desperately: knowing that he could not survive, he still endured this meaningless pain.

Just to hear Song Canxing's reply.

...And does this work?

"She," the merchant swayed like a puppet under the beam, loosening and tightening. Song Canxing raised the corners of his lips in amusement, "She is indeed quite smooth, but I'm tired of playing with her, so I gave her to my servant."

"!!!"

"Thank you for giving birth to such a wonderful daughter. Uh..." He tilted his head and looked at the guard, "What was this man's name?"

"Sir, his name is Tian Qing."