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Cheng Yong didn't expect that this troublemaker was so sensible and even knew to thank him, but when he heard the following words, his jaw almost dropped.

"Brother, don't joke with me. This is the order of the Prime Minister. If you don't go, the entire government office, especially me, will be blamed."

The lawyer also hurriedly asked: "Does the yamen runner have something to hide?"

Yan Kuan spread his hands:

"I am short of money. The journey to Beijing is long and arduous. I don't even have enough money. Let's just forget it."

Cheng Yong was a shrewd man, how could he not hear that Yan Kuan meant to ask him for money? He was so angry that his chest heaved.

But I can only pretend to be generous:

"Hey, it's nothing to me. That's easy. I'll ask the lawyer to withdraw thirty taels from the government account for you. Just treat it as a donation from us. Don't worry, brother."

Yan Kuan bowed his hands to express his gratitude, but then he stood still and hesitated for a while:

"Thank you so much for your kindness, brother and brothers, but I still can't go."

"The prices in the capital are high. I am a foreigner and I have nowhere to go. I can't just go to the Prime Minister's residence. Besides, I need money to pay for everything. No, no, it's too expensive."

Yan Kuan shook his head and insisted not to go.

Cheng Yong's breathing became rapid and his face looked grim. He didn't expect that Yan Kuan would take advantage of this opportunity to blackmail him, as it was difficult to send him away.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Yong gritted his teeth and said:

"In this way, I will give you another 70 taels from my private account. I hope you will promote me when you become a general in the future."

Yan Kuan was satisfied and said, "Thank you very much, sir."

After walking out of the government office, Yan Kuan shook the one hundred taels of silver in his hand, feeling somewhat happy.

Cheng Yong is a very stingy person. He must be very upset to spend the hundred taels. But he feels happy when he thinks about how cowardly he is.

【Host......】

"Stop it, stop it"

As soon as he heard 003 talking, Yan Kuan immediately interrupted him.

"Last time you didn't let me take Lin Daguang's 80 taels, I exchanged it for food and sent it to the local poor people.

Didn’t you hear me just now? This travel fee is for me to go to Beijing. If I don’t go, it will be against the will of the emperor and I will be sentenced to death. If I die, who will you reform?”

As soon as he finished speaking, 003's disgusted voice came into his mind: [I meant to say, you stepped on dog shit]

The foul smell made it want to vomit.

Yan Kuan looked down at his feet and jumped to the side with a "Fuck!" sound. It was really like a fart hit his heel - he was so unlucky.

He quickly scraped the soles of his shoes on the stone steps, and then stepped on the dirt several times.

Yan Kuan's mood became irritable again and he became completely depressed.

He lamented that he had met the wrong person and ended up falling into the hands of Xie Lian.

On the official road back to Beijing passing through Weizhou, a fast horse caught up with the carriage in front. The man with a sword tightened the reins to make the horse and the carriage run at the same speed.

It was the guard who had knocked on the door and asked Yan Kuan to go and treat the prime minister, Wei Ran.

He saluted towards the carriage and said, "Your Excellency, I am back."

The car curtain was lifted by a white and slender hand, revealing half of Xie Lian’s beautiful face with an unpredictable expression.

It was obvious that the anger he had after leaving Yilan Garden had not yet subsided.

"How is he?"

Wei Ran hesitated a little: "He extorted 100 taels of silver from the county magistrate, saying it was for travel expenses and money to pay for coming to Beijing."

Xie Lian threw down the curtain heavily: "He is quite open-minded."

Xie Lian could only sit sideways in the carriage until now, and would switch to the other side later.

Thinking of the reckless man's outrageous behavior last night and the embarrassment of being forced to scream in front of him, an unquenchable rage and uncontrollable shame surged in his heart.

He deliberately ordered Yan Kuan to go to the capital. Killing him would be too easy for him. He had to keep him by his side and torture him as much as possible.

It would be best to make him cry and beg for mercy on his knees, and then kill him, so as to relieve his anger.

Seeing that the Prime Minister hadn't spoken for a long time, Wei Ran could only bite the bullet and ask:

"Prime Minister, Victoria is just ahead, would you like to stay here for the night?"

Xie Lian couldn't bear it any longer, so he had to agree: "Remember to harness the horses in advance and feed them with enough fodder. When it's light tomorrow morning, we'll set out for the capital immediately."

Xie Lian leaned against the wall of the car, his eyes deep.

The previous emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne. The court inside and outside were eyeing him covetously, so he could not leave the capital.

However, the secret guards recently discovered that some scattered bandits in Dai Viet were secretly colluding with each other and forming a civilian force.

As a last resort, he came to Hezhou in disguise, but to no avail.

It stands to reason that the criminals could not have known the news in advance, unless...

There are people in the court.

Thinking of this, Xie Lian’s face took on a hint of heaviness.

......

Yan Kuan packed his bags, bought a horse and set off. He didn't know what the situation would be like when he went to the capital, so he didn't dare to spend lavishly and only bought an old horse.

But Yan Kuan didn't care. He just treated it as a trip. He wandered around like this, stopping and starting for twenty days before he finally arrived in the capital.

The most prosperous place in Dai Viet, he had never been there until his death in his previous life. He was imprisoned and died in the prefectural prison.

After seeing the prosperity of the capital, he thought of Hezhou again and felt that it was just a tiny place.

The city walls here are majestic and magnificent, the wealthy merchants who come and go are dressed in gorgeous clothes, and even the common people wear Shu brocade without even a patch on their clothes.

There really is no harm in comparison.

Yan Kuan straightened his clothes. Fortunately, he bought a new set of clothes after treating a patient that day, otherwise he would be embarrassed to walk on this street.

The hustle and bustle of the city continued to reach my ears. There were vendors on both sides of the street, and the taverns were open to welcome customers during the day. The girls in the brothels no longer waved their handkerchiefs on the upper floors to attract attention like they did in Yilanyuan.

Instead, she was wearing a veil and sitting elegantly upstairs, playing the pipa, with a maid serving her behind her.

The melody was so long and winding, so pleasant to the ears, that Yan Kuan wanted to go in and find a place to have a cup of tea.

But after spending the money on buying a horse, food, drinks and accommodation on the road, he only had twenty taels left. He had to rely on these to get through to the martial arts champion examination in ten days!

I have no choice but to give up!

Although Yan Kuan was wearing coarse linen clothes, he had a very handsome appearance, broad shoulders and waist, and an extraordinary demeanor, which made the girls in Cuiwei Pavilion excited.

"Sir, would you like to sit in the building for a while?"

Cuihong put down her pipa, her face blushing behind her veil.

"I, even if..."

Forget it. Before Yan Kuan could finish his words, he heard a mocking voice from behind him:

"He looks poor and you can tell at a glance that he is not from the capital. Miss Cuihong, don't be fooled by his appearance."

Yan Kuan turned his head and saw a group of five people walking towards him. Their arms were tied and they were obviously dressed as warriors.

The difference between the civil and military men of Dai Viet can be seen from their clothing. The civil men have wide sleeves and flowing clothes, while the military men have their wrists tied and do not wear gauze over their clothes, in order to facilitate martial arts training.

"What are you looking at? Am I wrong? Did you look in the mirror before going to the capital?"

After these words were spoken, the people behind laughed.

Cuihong didn't expect that her words would bring such humiliation to Yan Kuan, and she was a little indignant: "Mr. Cui, your words are a bit too much."