Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

If he succeeded, he would have achieved the reputation of killing the agent for the first time. The Fu family held the Sui beast hostage to undermine the real dragon. If the agent had any backup plan and failed, he could let Fu Tingzhao leave the Fu family, which would also reduce the probability of the Fu family being implicated because of him.

But the real dragon wants to settle accounts with Fu Tingzhao, and the Fu family will definitely not escape!

For some inexplicable reason, hundreds of people with the surname Fu in the Fu family tied their lives to Fu Tingzhao.

Fu Qianming can still recall the innocent relative who recited an article written by someone else in front of him, and he laughed at this person for being short-sighted. But now it seems that the situation has reversed.

It seemed that the Fu family had lost its ability to maintain its position as a strong force in the competition with him.

But since when did the Fu family, which had two generals in one family, become like this?

Chapter 15: Agent Wang is guilty and detained (Additional Chapter )

The night falls and the lanterns come on.

The drizzle was like smoke, falling gently, covering the prosperous capital with a hazy veil.

The raindrops gently hit the red lanterns, making a subtle and pleasant sound, as if playing a gentle melody for the first night after the Mid-Autumn Festival. The lanterns are more colorful and dazzling under the rain, connecting the warm light along the street.

The rainwater that fell to the ground was splashed again by the hurried footsteps, flowing into the pipe layer along the drainage system on the street. Amid the roar of the Originium furnace, it flowed into the water tank at the bottom of the agricultural plot.

The candle bearer holding an umbrella came to a low tiled house and read out the latest order from the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs: "The Minister of Civil Affairs has issued an urgent order. The agent Wang is guilty. Search for his whereabouts quickly and bring him back to the capital!"

Rong Wanqing, who was eating two dishes and one rice in the tile-roofed house, was shocked.

Isn't today the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday? She and her colleagues have finished their shifts and are ready to start enjoying their two-day vacation. How come she is suddenly called up to arrest the extremely powerful Wang?

She put down her chopsticks and asked, "I don't know much about this agent. Do you have a file? What is his crime?"

The man holding the candle shook his head. "I don't know what the Right Assistant Minister directly ordered from the Left General."

Subconsciously, Rong Wanqing felt something was wrong.

The Sui Beast Agent will also have some human emotions, and will violate the increasingly stringent regulations set by the Si Sui Tai. If the agent commits a crime, shouldn't she be directly arranged to meet with the Candle Holder who is monitoring Wang?

Putting aside the strange feeling in her heart, Rong Wanqing, with her extensive knowledge and strong memory, quickly made arrangements.

"Wang's whereabouts are unpredictable, and his possible appearance should be recorded in the files. The last time he appeared, he should be not far from the capital. So, I will go check the files first, and by the way, test the two agents in the capital."

"It's not easy to be an agent, Senior Rong, please be careful."

"It's natural to save money."

"Then let's say goodbye. There are many lights on a rainy night. Don't let ordinary people notice you."

The candle holder still walked hurriedly, stepping on the rain, rushing to the residence of the next candle holder.

"That's the direction of Senior Fang. He should have retired from Simuitai a long time ago."

Rong Wanqing pondered, looked at the unfinished meal in front of him, and could only push the bowl aside.

"Forget it, let's go see if Shangshu Jie is still in Shiqu Pavilion." She dug out her sword, jade pendant and sash, took off the metal mask of the candle holder, and put them all into her cloak.

In front of the agents of the beast who could threaten the people at any time, it was nothing for her to miss a dinner. But on the way, she still felt sorry for the meal she missed.

……

Inside the library of Shiqu Pavilion.

There was a piece of white paper in front of Jie, and the ink on the brush had dried up. It was obvious that he had been thinking for a long time in front of the paper. Raindrops were hitting the window densely, like a pipa.

"Minister Jie, are you still busy?"

A doctor with a relatively kind face walked past Jie, holding a lamp.

"The museum will be closed today. If Minister Jie continues to write, he will probably be locked in."

She was a doctor of poetry who was responsible for sorting out historical materials and compiling the emperor's records. She studied the Book of Songs and the Mao Poetry School. Because the status of the Book of Songs declined year by year, she was not qualified to participate in the Shiqu Pavilion meeting.

Jie always lingered in these places, and after a few visits, she became familiar with the doctors in the museum.

Jie smiled gently and rolled up the rice paper in front of him: "Okay, then I should take a break."

"How's the progress today?"

"I was preparing for the Shiqu Pavilion meeting in the morning, and the same thing happened in the afternoon. By the evening, I hadn't written a few words."

"The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will continue to explore. There is no need to rush. On the contrary, I am somewhat interested in the epitaph style you usually write. It may seem clumsy, but it is actually simple, majestic and heavy, and it is truly the style of a famous writer."

"That's a post I found on a Wei stele. It was four hundred years ago..."

Jie and the Doctor of Poetry walked out of the library chatting and laughing.

An official wearing a red robe of the Simui official was waiting here as usual. Jie took the rice paper in his hand and handed it all to him. "There are not many results today, only these."

"Minister Jie." The official did not take the rice paper, but took out a transfer order.

"General Zuo has already contacted the West Lake Academy in Gouwu City. Their principal retired this year, so General Zuo recommended you to them. The academy is willing to invite you to serve as the principal of the West Lake Academy and show what you have learned."

The soft candlelight in Jie's eyes moved:

"What have I learned to be able to serve as the principal of West Lake Academy?"

"Of course it is the new learning you advocated in the capital. The Ministry of Rites of the court also sent a letter allowing you to teach your simplified draft in West Lake Academy, and there will be someone responsible for marking it in the examination. Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. If you want to prove that your knowledge is worthy of being accepted by the world, you naturally have to start by having your knowledge accepted in an academy."

"Yes, that's true. When do you plan to let me leave?"

"It is better to do it now than to wait for a day. General Zuo has already arranged a convoy to go to Gouwu City tomorrow, and Minister Jie will go with it. The literary style of West Lake Academy is prevalent, and if Minister Jie wants to get them to support him, it will probably take some effort."

"If even this group of young people don't support me, who else can support me?"

Jie smiled and took the transfer order from the official of Si Sui Tai.

In an unnoticed perspective, Jie's hands were trembling slightly as he took the transfer order.

"Congratulations, Minister Jie. With the support of West Lake Academy, I think the new culture you've been dreaming of will be able to advance a lot, and you can also show those old scholars in Shiqu Pavilion who don't recognize you your power!"

The Doctor of Poetry smiled and congratulated Jie. "The poem says: I have a distinguished guest, whose virtue is very clear. He does not look down upon the people, and gentlemen should follow his example. I have fine wine, and the distinguished guest will enjoy it with me. When you return to the capital, I will also call you teacher."

"What's the point of talking about guests? They are just showing off what they have learned to the world."

"There is no distinction between high and low knowledge, but there is a difference between practical and unpracticed. Simplified Chinese characters are easy to learn, and I think they will surely become popular among the people. By then, your name will also be prominently mentioned in the textbooks, and students will have to learn your characters..."

Jie and Doctor of Poetry walked away and parted at the entrance of an alley.

The official from Si Sui Tai watched her until she completely disappeared before leaving with an umbrella.

"Jie has received the transfer."

"The candle bearers have already gathered. The Minister of the Ministry of Sui has ordered that we prepare for battle all night long. Do not let the beast that is misleading people escape. In addition, Wang must also be imprisoned. While he is being misled by the unprovoked crime, we must fight him quickly and decisively."

"Here."

……

Where the official was before, the silk thread was wet by the rain, and the figure of a blond man with dragon horns appeared in the air.

Ji played with the jade shuttle in his hand and looked at the green tiles dripping with raindrops.

"What a scene! A desperate dog that rarely happens in this world."

Chapter 16: The Secret Letter Stolen by Lady Lin (Additional Chapter )

On a rainy night, Yuan Congqian alone studied the power of the year that he had usurped through a terrifying entity.

Nian's power is form, and when combined with her interest in forging, it becomes the art of forging form.

Perhaps because the fear was not strong enough, Yuan Congqian could only master the entry-level forging technique, which allowed him to reshape materials no larger than the fire-forged source stone sword at high temperatures. Moreover, the shaping accuracy was very low.

"I still have to find a way to fleece Old Wei a little more and scare him a few more times." Yuan Congqian took a silver chess piece he had forged in his hand, forged it into a fingertip spinner, and spun it on the table.

In addition to turning Wei Yanwu's sword into a pile of red ingots.

The purpose of the art of forging may be to imitate Hanma Yujiro's method of shaping carbon into diamonds.

"Knock knock." There was knock on the window behind Yuan Congqian.

Lin Ruolong, holding a small source stone lamp, pointed at himself and signaled him to open the window.

To be honest, there was a moment when he didn't want to open the window, as it would make his study seem like a passage for women to come in.

"Master Yuan, I'm here to deliver a secret letter to you!"

She said this with pride and swaggered into the study.

As a result, she lost her balance and fell down again with a "wow". The action she took when she fell down last time could not be said to be a complete tribute, but at least it could be said to be exactly the same.

This time, Yuan Congqian was much more skilled and took over her body directly. Just when Lin Ruolong was horrified and thought that her back was going to be pressed by his knees again, she was not thrown to the ground, but thrown onto the small bed in the study.

Lin Ruolong, who fell on the bed in a mess, complained:

"You know how to bully me."

"When will you learn to use the main gate of Yuan Mansion?"

"You have to avoid being seen by strangers! Master Yuan, my father has a secret letter written to General Zuo, which may be harmful to you, so I secretly took it out and showed it to you."

Lin Ruolong first searched in her purse, and when she saw Yuan Congqian following her hand movements with his eyes, he whispered:

"It is not gentlemanly to stare at a woman."

Yuan Congqian was a little speechless: "I am neither a hero nor a gentleman. I have never advertised myself as such."

Still staring at women is not a gentleman?

When the old Taoist priest comes, we have to praise him as a gentleman!

"I've seen your sword moves. They're the kind of elegant sword moves that only a great hero can use. You can't fool me. I've watched many martial arts movies, and the swords in those movies aren't as good as yours."

"I take it as a compliment." Yuan Congqian replied.

Lin Ruolong snorted, took out a letter from her skirt and threw it on Yuan Congqian's desk.

"When my father was writing this letter, he was also planning to write a second one, but he was so sleepy that he fell asleep. I used thunder magic to attract this letter into my hand while he was not paying attention, and then replaced it with a new one using a blank piece of paper."

"If it weren't for Lady Lin's help, I would have been killed by the old villain General Zuo."

"That's better." She immediately smiled.

Yuan Congqian stroked Lin Ruolong's fur, and sure enough, the effect was remarkable.

He used a knife to cut open the wet envelope, and slowly used the blade to peel off the outer layer that was stuck to the letter paper, and then he got the secret letter that Lin Tianshi, as Lin Ruolong said, wrote to General Zuo.

The first line of words made Yuan Congqian narrow his eyes slightly.

"I hope that if they are lost and have no trace, there may be some changes. You can abuse your power and order them to be imprisoned. Yuan's son and Jie have a secret talk. You can invite them to see you off and get rid of them as soon as possible. There are capable people in the Western Pharmacy who can check and retain them one by one."

Master Lin Tianshi's words are brief but informative.

Being able to deliver such an important letter, Lin Ruolong is indeed the most filial and good daughter of Master Lin Tianshi.

Yuan Congqian put the letter away and said with a smile:

"Why did you think of sending the letter?"

"You are a chivalrous hero with elegant swordsmanship, and General Zuo is a stubborn villain who is against you. I can't bear to see a chivalrous hero being beaten down by a dirty villain, so I will help you just this once."

Lin Ruolong answered confidently.

As for whether the so-called swordsmanship hero would force the good master to be tortured day and night by Kal'tsit, and force his son to collect students from the Taoist Department to work for the Western Pharmacy for free, it depends on one's opinion.

"Lady Lin has really helped me a lot. How can I repay her?"

Yuan Congqian sat up sideways, thinking about the information in the letter.

Wang is the second brother. After Jie's death, he escaped from the capital and embarked on a path of near hostility with Dayan. This is probably Lin Tianshi who was responsible for arresting the second brother. He chased him and lost him, and reminded Fu Tingzhao that there might be changes.

Jiang Wang was imprisoned, Chongyue was in Yumen, and Ling was also under supervision. It seemed that Simuitai was going to take action against Jie.

Lin Ruolong was shy:

"Well, that...when I come back from Dahuang City, you can teach me sword moves."

"You're back from Dahuang City?"

"My father said that I have already mastered the basics of thunder magic, and the next step is to find a heavenly master for further study. He said that the most elite heavenly masters in Da Yan are all in the Tianji Pavilion in the north of Dahuang City. I want to go to Dahuang City to find a heavenly master to study thunder magic in depth for three years."

She said with a bit of embarrassment, "When I come back, that is, three years later, you should have some initial fame in the capital, then you can come and teach me how to use a sword."

"I see. Then I wish you a safe journey and academic success."

Yuan Congqian immediately understood that Lin Guangmei was arranging a retreat.

He was one of the people who witnessed Fu Tingzhao's desperate actions. In order to prevent his beloved youngest daughter from being implicated in the trouble caused by Fu Tingzhao, he had no choice but to arrange for his youngest daughter to go to Dahuang City.

"Then what?" Lin Ruolong raised his head and looked at Yuan Congqian.

"Then?"