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

One second, two seconds.

The clock keeps ticking.

There was complete silence in Fuchun Tower, with only the cold candlelight flowing quietly along the sword blade, adding a bit of chilliness.

One minute later, Yuan Congqian slowly pulled the sword out of Qilin's mouth with his right hand. The sword was stained with blood and saliva, and he threw it directly to the ground. He looked at the owner of the sword, Zuo Xuanliao, and said, "Ask the master of Yumen to make you a better one another day."

Qilin had sobered up from the stimulation of the biting cold sword blade, and fell backwards sluggishly, only to be supported by the people he brought with him.

Zuo Xuanliao watched the whole process and didn't know how to answer. Since he entered the capital, the biggest scene he had seen was the Taiwei Mansion inviting Yuan Congqian to the imperial prison. He had never seen a street fight where life and death could be decided in just one or two rounds.

Old Chen, who was standing by, looked at Yuan Congqian as if he were a ghost.

No one likes to see a weapon unsheathed in front of them. The instinct engraved in their genes has already told humans what to do when facing danger.

Holding the sword and surrendering seemed like Yuan Congqian's instinct.

Before he could react, the sword had already pierced into the Qilin's mouth.

If he had reacted a little slower, Qilin would never have been in such a state of shock, being supported by others to wipe the corners of his mouth. The remaining instinct after Yuan Congqian released the Originium technique with his right hand told him that he should pierce the throat of the Qilin tribe, nail him to the wall with a sword, and then cut open his chest.

"After all, Fuchunlou is Yuan's own business. It is too advanced to perform medical anatomy lessons for the people of Dayan here."

Yuan Congqian felt emotional and called the waiter to carry Qilin out.

Qilin seemed to have lost his soul. Even with the sword out of his mouth, he could not speak and was quickly carried away.

The shopkeeper of Fuchunlou had been waiting nearby, his wrinkles squeezed together to form a flattering smile: "Young gentlemen, this is all our store's fault. We don't want you to be treated so rudely... Please go to the private room on the third floor for a chat."

Zuo Xuanliao did not want to remain the focus of everyone's attention, and ignored the eight-sided sword on the ground. He cast a pleading look at Yuan Congqian.

The waiter was very clever, and immediately took Zuo Xuanliao and Chen Zhijun upstairs, and the building became noisy again, as if nothing had happened. The shopkeeper had a deeper impression of Yuan Congqian's face than his parents, and he apologized repeatedly, and also implicitly said that he had made contributions and hard work in running the store.

"Who is that Qilin?" Yuan Congqian asked.

He didn't really care whether the shopkeeper was managing Fuchunlou well. The Yuan family would check the accounts regularly, and it was not the eldest son's turn to worry about such matters.

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat off his face, hesitated for a moment, and answered in a low voice: "He is the son of Lin Tianshi, the Right Assistant Minister of the Simatai. Recently, a terrible rumor has caused panic among the people in the neighborhood. Master Lin actually, actually closed the Xuanwu Gate alone in the rumor, and has been drinking in our store since last night..."

It turned out to be Lin Yingwen, the general who also appeared in the Xuanwu Gate Incident, a leader among the new generation of Heavenly Masters, who defended the Xuanwu Gate together with Zuo Xuanliao!

It is said that during the Xuanwu Gate Incident, it was Zuo Xuanliao who used his divine power to close the gate, and together with Lin Yingwen, he faced the Yan imperial guards alone. With just the two of them, the entire Yan state was helpless. These young heroes allowed the Duke of Shu to take his men to see the real dragon!

When this happened, Yuan Congqian suddenly felt a little sorry for Lin Yingwen.

Lin Tianshi, the right assistant minister of the Simuitai, has a son and a daughter. The stronger the race, the harder it is to pass on the bloodline. The scarcity of offspring must be related to "Jingzhe" Lin Qingyan. Jingzhe also works in Simuitai, so she is most likely the daughter of Lin Yingwen?

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Chen Zhijun received 100 taels of silver from Fuchunlou, and ordered free meals in the third floor box for a month. Zuo Xuanliao also fits Yuan Congqian's imagination. He disliked the vomit, blood and saliva on his eight-sided sword that was stained with foreign objects that invaded his throat, but he didn't want Yuan Congqian to compensate him with another sword.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the saliva and blood of the Qilin might be used to enchant and strengthen items in another world.

When Yuan Congqian returned to Yuan Mansion, he happened to meet someone from Lin Mansion who came to hand over a visiting card.

The people in the capital are not fools. They can see the dragon horns on Qilin and Chen Zhijun's heads, and know what is discussed is not a problem and what is discussed is not a problem.

It was obviously not a wise choice for the people of Anlefang in the capital to talk about the powerful and noble who could block their door at any time. In comparison, the legend of the Xuanwu Gate Incident, which was forbidden to spread, was more exciting and more to the taste of the people of Dayan. How could the nobles fighting and drawing swords be as exciting as the royal family killing each other?

So, Yuan Congqian came back without listening to the relevant discussions.

If it were a few decades later when personal terminals are well developed, Yuan Congqian would be on the headlines in Beijing tomorrow.

This public opinion is just a small matter.

When Lin Yingwen got drunk and called Yuan a "li slave", a big problem arose.

Li Nu is a cat. Since ancient times, wealthy families in China have had the habit of raising Li Nu. Lu You wrote in his poem: "The firewood in the stream is soft and the felt is warm. Li Nu and I will not go out." This is about the scene where he and the cat did not want to go out on a rainy day, so they wrapped themselves in a felt blanket and warmed themselves by the fire.

But even if it was a real cat head, Li Nu was only a blood relative, not to mention that Yuan's blood relative was a tiger! Calling the auspicious winged beast contemptuously "Filin" is no different from calling Chen Huijie "Fenchanglong" or "Shi Huaiya "Chasi Mao". However, the most famous person in Yuan's family is Queen Yuan who lives in Hanyuan Hall.

Well, on Terra, a planet where the kings, princes and generals are really brave, the consequences of humiliating a bloodline are a little serious.

The people who came to Lin Mansion were a young girl and several servants.

The girl was only about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her top and skirt were both red and black with gold embroidery, which looked a bit like a dress. Her horns were raised high, her golden hair was shining, and she had the same arrogance as Lin Yingwen.

Her face is very similar to Jingzhe in the Arknights portrait, with a bit of an indescribable female ghost temperament. She is probably the daughter of Lin Tianshi and the sister of Lin Yingwen, Lin Ruolong.

Fortunately, it was not her who spoke, but a servant.

The attendant stuffed the Victoria gold coin, the strongest currency at the time, into the Yuan Mansion's doorman's pocket, while apologizing with a smile: "It's all because of the unfilial son of the Lin family. He will come to apologize in the future. I hope the Yuan Mansion will forgive him... Master Lin and Master Yuan are good friends. He was furious today and shocked the eldest son more than 60 times after returning home..."

Lin Ruolong curled her lips and looked around behind the attendant.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yuan Congqian observing from a distance.

When she looked again, Yuan Congqian was no longer in her sight, only the closed side door.

There was no way. Yuan Congqian had a headache when he saw this arrogant little female ghost with a face full of begging for a beating. At his current age and stage, he was not yet at the stage where he could knock the Yan country's special little female ghost to the ground with one punch and take her back to the Imperial College for a good education. It was better to take a detour.

Inside Yuan's house, Yuan's servant was helping Yuan Congqian change his clothes while asking, "Mr. Yuan, when are you going to meet Lin's people?"

"When will we meet? Isn't Lin Tianshi's wife a lady of noble status? Let's wait until the True Dragon Mid-Autumn Banquet and let her wear flowery hairpins and silver ornaments to meet my aunt." Yuan Congqian turned his back and took the straight-hem plain gauze Zen robe.

"But I have received all the visiting cards..."

"The female official from Hanyuan Palace might come again. Just hand it to her then. Maybe she can also write a reply. Besides, if we hand it to Yuan Mansion, Yuan Mansion will have to see it. Wouldn't that make Yuan Mansion lose face?"

Yuan Congqian turned around and looked at the servant:

"Also, send that one to Hanyuan Palace."

The servant had been doing odd jobs in Yuan's house for longer than Yuan Congqian was alive. When he was stared at by him, he suddenly felt a chill on his forehead and his hair stood on end. Unconsciously, the young master Yuan, who had been in mourning for a whole year after the death of Yuan Tianshi, had changed his temperament drastically.

Chapter 12: Lying on the Cangjiang River, Shocked at the End of the Years

The light of dust is slightly less than the light of smoke, and the colors of the wild blend into the dusk.

Duke Wei opened his eyes and saw the smoke from the villages around the mobile city of Jingshi, the reeds on the vast plains, and the wind blowing catkins around the mobile city. He was about to sigh at the autumn atmosphere when the sound of wind and rain came immediately. It was the first rain in September.

The most wonderful thing in the world is to wake up from a nap, to see the sky outside the window gloomy, raindrops falling, and the quilt warm.

The Duke of Wei's residence and the Duke of Shu's residence were located at the two corners of the capital, with Chengtian Gate in the middle, which led into the imperial palace complex from Zhuque Street. This was actually against the Great Yan clan's legal system. The two sons of the True Dragon had both reached adulthood and were granted titles, but the East Palace where the Crown Prince lived had been left vacant for a long time, which made it hard not to let people imagine.

A maid with her face covered by a black veil had been waiting for a long time. She said slowly, "Lord Wei, the source of the rumors in the capital can only be traced back to the Yuan Mansion. Moreover, the content of the rumors is too taboo, and the hooligans in the outer city of the capital are not willing to inquire about it."

"No matter how we investigate, we can only trace it back to the Yuan Mansion?"

Yan Wu, or Wei Yan Wu, looked up at the raindrops that formed a thin transparent line. "That's strange. The Yuan Mansion and the Wei Mansion are closely related. My cousin Yuan Congqian is not like his father. Why would he add fuel to the rumor that he was shot? The rumor didn't just come from the Yuan Mansion, but there's not even a clue?"

Of course, it wasn’t just the servants in Yuan’s mansion who spread the rumors.

There is also a human master who wishes to remain anonymous and is on his way to Yumen to deal with the war.

"Maybe he was coerced."

"Who dares to threaten him?"

Duke Wei's words were filled with anger that was difficult to conceal: "Who can coerce the emperor and his relatives to spread rumors that can lead to the extermination of the whole clan? Could it be that General Fu Qianming, General Fu Tingzhao, and General Ning Shouzhen have joined forces to plan a rebellion and need the heir of the true dragon and the royal relatives to legitimize themselves?"

"Since everything is unclear, please give us some more time, Lord Wei."

"There is no time to investigate. How can we continue investigating? I only hate that the villain in Da Yan is not in Jiangnan or in the northern border, but in the imperial court, in this mobile city! He deceives his superiors and subordinates, and is so corrupt!"

The Duke of Wei's chest rose and fell.

"The three offices of Sima Tai, Shang Shu Tai, and Yu Shi Tai have completely different opinions. Sima Tai insisted that Yuan Congqian made it up out of resentment, Shang Shu Tai believed that someone else was behind it, and the group of idiots in Yu Shi Tai actually believed it and prepared to impeach my brother's followers! No matter which side they are, they are all useless idiots!"

Yuan Congqian is his cousin, so he would take him with him even if he went to Longmen.

He was an unquestioned and absolute supporter of the Duke of Wei.

They directly threw dirty water on Yuan Congqian. Did they think the Duke of Wei was a duke made of clay or paper? These jesters in the capital were too arrogant and looked down on others!

The woman in black veil groaned:

"Duke Wei, do you think it is possible that the Yuan family spread it themselves?"

"No way. Absolutely not."

Duke Wei shook his head:

"Hei Suo passed on the information. Yuan Congqian had a quarrel with Lin Yingwen at Fuchunlou in Anlefang at noon, and Yuan Congqian's sword even stabbed a foot into Lin Yingwen's throat! How could a common man, an ordinary lazy cat slave, spread such a loss of patience?"

Only a raccoon would use its claws to scratch people when it is in a bad mood!

The woman in black veil said helplessly: "Then, Lord Wei, all the spies in the capital are powerless."

In Anlefang, the spies sent by different forces and government departments of the Great Yan court can open a winery together! They watched day and night, but they didn't see any flaws in the Yuan Mansion after watching for a whole day. If they continued to watch, the queen would be surprised, the real dragon would be furious, and the spies and their leaders would die.

"I can't do anything about it, so why am I not?"

Thinking of the vivid Xuanwu Gate Palace Incident, Duke Wei became worried.

Although absurd, he did not dare to completely assert that Xuanwu Gate could not have happened.

The current rumors are extremely unclear, and the Duke of Shu is obviously aware of this. He must not come out to testify, otherwise the more he testifies, the more he will expose the truth. But if he doesn't testify, all the clues will be cut off from Yuan Congqian, and it's impossible for everyone to search Yuan's mansion, so how can they investigate? Who can they investigate?

There is really no clue, Duke Wei doesn’t even dare to sleep!

Listen to the Xuanwu Gate Incident: Duke Shu led Chen Guangxu, Fu Tingzhao, Zuo Xuanliao, Lin Yingwen and dozens of others to the court, first went to Hanguang Hall to pay respect to the real dragon and the queen, and asked Fu Tingzhao to lay an ambush at Xuanwu Gate. When the real dragon summoned Duke Wei and Yuan Congqian to a banquet, they shot them all in one fell swoop!

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is just a few days away. What if the Duke of Shu is really ready and this is a tactic he deliberately spread to confuse him and the bureaucrats?

Is Duke Wei going to tell Zhenlong that there are rumors in the capital that the royal family is killing each other, so I dare not come to the banquet?

Or should we ask the real dragon to send the imperial guards to guard Chengtian Gate?

Today's real dragon is moody and loves excitement the most.

It will disturb his mood for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and no one in the capital will feel good about it.

"I originally planned to go to Longmen and clean up the place. I would provide blood for Da Yan at the border, and my brother would be at ease in the capital and argue with these useless court officials. Brothers working together can also create a strong Da Yan... My brother, if it is really..."

Duke Wei was in a state of uncertainty, unable to grasp the only truth among so many possibilities.

Against the backdrop of rumors about the Xuanwu Gate Palace Coup, if he announced as planned that he would give up the throne and become a vassal king, it would definitely cause an uproar throughout the entire Great Yan. At that time, all kinds of rumors would come along, and the infighting within the royal family would spread directly to Columbia in the west. Would the True Dragon Royal Family still have any shame?

He couldn't tell.

Everything was possible, and he had to consider the worst-case scenario.

Duke Wei suddenly thought of something. The Grand Commandant's Office was also investigating this rumor, so he asked, "What did the Grand Commandant's Office say?"

"Grand Commander's Mansion..." The woman in black veil pursed her lips, "Grand Commander said that the one who spread the rumors was undoubtedly Yuan Congqian."

boom!

"Fu Qianming, you old thief! How dare you bully me!"

The Duke of Wei smashed the cup into pieces in the courtyard and gritted his teeth in hatred.

The Great Yan royal family granted the title at the age of sixteen and it was only passed down for one generation. He was now seventeen years old, and his cultivation was far less than that of Wei Yanwu, the ruler of Longmen who had experienced the ups and downs of Longmen in later generations. If he wanted to keep his emotions to himself, Duke Wei still had a long way to go.

If others can’t find it, but the Taiwei Mansion can?

From now on, it was no longer important to find the truth of this rumor case, but it became a question of who would stand for which duke. The already ambiguous atmosphere of the two dukes competing for the throne, under the pressure of the Xuanwu Gate rumor, directly destroyed the superficial harmony and balance between the two sides, exacerbating the division of the court and the division of the ministers.

If you support the Duke of Wei, you have to say that the Yuan family was framed. If the Duke of Shu really has this intention, you should be on guard.

If you support the court's efforts to maintain stability, you also have to say that the Yuan family was framed.

Only when supporting the Duke of Shu can one seem so brainless as to say that it was Yuan Congqian himself who did it.

How to investigate? There is no way. When investigating a case becomes a matter of taking sides, the truth is no longer important and no one cares anymore.

The calm surface of the capital, which originally concealed turbulent waves, was stirred up by this sudden and baseless rumor, causing ripples.

Chapter 13: Killing the people with piety and brightness, the barbarians

The next day, the morning newspaper was published urgently, reporting an epidemic in the outer city.

When Yuan Congqian woke up, the residents of Anlefang had already started burning herbs such as Mangcao and Jiacao, and were pouring the talisman paper and water distributed by Tianshi Mansion on the streets. It is worth mentioning that there were also foreign doctors distributing masks, alcohol and other supplies, but they were not accepted. Only Yuan Congqian asked his servants to ask the doctors for them.

No one wanted the masks allocated to Yifang, and most of them ended up in Yuan Congqian's hands.

However, the medical alcohol was taken away by several wineries in the alleys, and no one knows what it will be used for.

Yuan Congqian piled the medical alcohol and medical masks sent by the Yuan family aside, and ordered that all those who went out to buy lettuce and meat in the workshop must wear masks and disinfect with alcohol on top of the original epidemic prevention measures, and continued to read the morning newspaper:

"【Capital Headlines】Last night, a family died after taking medicine by mistake. This is a scum of the medical profession, who sold poison in the name of epidemics, killing people. I hope that the general public will remember to be cautious when using medicine and not to trust the words of fake doctors. You should rely on medical officials, follow the doctor's advice, and use medicine in a standardized manner.

I hope that my capital city will soon be free from the suffering of the epidemic and that the people can live and work in peace and contentment."

The newspaper is a mixture of literary and vernacular Chinese, and is the spoken language used by the people of Dayan for daily communication.