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When this pressure came, Cuihong felt the air around her become thinner, and she nervously clenched the handkerchief in her hand.

But his body stood there stubbornly, not leaving.

At this time, an ambiguous voice came from behind the screen: "Take it."

As he said this, he threw ten taels of silver on the ground, and it rolled to Cuihong's feet.

Cuihong picked up the silver and bowed quickly: "Thank you, sir."

Then he put down the twenty taels and quickly walked out the door.

Xie Lian sneered from behind the screen:

"He was willing to spend money. He had been in Beijing for 20 days, but he could only afford to buy an old horse. However, when he saw the girl, he was generous and gave her 10 taels of silver directly."

After calculating the cost of the journey, Xie Lian understood clearly. He was just afraid that Yan Kuan didn’t have much money left. Did he plan to sleep on the streets in the future?

There was a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were dark and a dark tide surged up.

Seeing that his master was unhappy, Wei Ran bowed to the screen and said:

"This Yan Kuan behaved dissolutely. On his first day in the capital, he hooked up with the girl from Cuiwei Pavilion and almost hurt the eldest son of the Cui family. He is so bold!"

For someone like this, Wei Ran didn't understand why his master asked him to keep an eye on Yan Kuan.

Seeing Xie Lian remained silent, Wei Ran asked carefully, “Prime Minister, do you want to train him because of his martial arts skills?”

Xie Lian stood up, walked slowly out from behind the screen, and gently stirred the incense smoke in the air.

"The capital has been in a state of uncertainty lately, and everything is complicated. Don't you forget where Yan Kuan came from?"

When these words were spoken, Wei Ran was shocked. Thinking of the recent series of serial murders in the capital, his heart was filled with waves.

The Nine-Gates Admiral was shot in the throat by an arrow more than two months ago and died on his way home. You have to know that he was a martial arts champion and was very skilled. To be caught off guard and shot to death in the street, it is conceivable that the murderer must be very powerful.

The strangest thing is that there was no clue left at the scene, and the prison warden searched for a month but found nothing.

A month ago, the Minister of Personnel had his left and right arms chopped off and his head cut off on his way back to Beijing to report on his work. His body was mutilated, and all his gold and silver money was looted, even the gold embossing on his clothes was stripped off.

Including the six guards, no one was spared.

The two were honest officials who loved the people and would never make enemies with anyone. It seemed that the only people who were so cruel and greedy for money were the bandits among the people.

"Two days ago, Jingzhao Yin Fan Jiang was found drowned in the moat outside the capital. Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"

Wei Ran followed his thoughts and said in disbelief:

"Could it be that the Prime Minister believes that Fan Jiang's death was not an accident, but was done by this group of people?"

Xie Lian put his hands behind his back and said coldly:

"It's very likely. Otherwise, why do you think I didn't immediately deal with the Hezhou prefect and Cheng Yong, the villain who pretended to be sick?"

"The Prime Minister is wise. It is indeed not appropriate to alert the enemy at this time."

This time they went to Hezhou to investigate the bandit forces among the people, but they found nothing. Instead, they discovered that the prefect and the county magistrate of Hezhou were secretly dealing in bribes and committing corruption and dereliction of duty.

Hezhou has always been a place where bandits are rampant and the people are poor. If there is a bandit problem, that place will be the best breakthrough point.

Xie Lian's expression was cold:

"Yan Kuan has some connections in Hezhou, and is familiar with Cheng Yong and others. Maybe he can bring us some progress."

If it weren't for this reason, he would not have survived until now and would have been chopped to death long ago.

He was good at pleasing women. Thinking of how that woman had wanted back the ten taels he had given her rather than the twenty, Xie Lian felt a surge of inexplicable anger in his heart.

He wanted to see how Yan Kuan would participate in the martial arts champion special examination ten days later.

Yan Kuan was a rough man, but he did not abuse his status with the ten taels of silver. He had wine and meat every day. He saved the money for accommodation and slept on the floor in a nearby mountain temple.

This mountain temple is located on a mountain outside Beijing. It has been abandoned for many years. There are dense forests outside, and it looks very eerie at night. Generally, no one comes here.

Instead, Yan Kuan got a good deal. He took a big bite of the roast chicken, then picked up the bottle and poured the wine into his mouth:

“Great, really refreshing”

I looked around the dilapidated house which was six meters square. Behind the table in the middle was a wooden frame with a mountain god with peeling paint inside.

Yan Kuan was a little tipsy. He picked up the incense burner, poured out the old ashes, filled it with wine, and placed it in front of the mountain god statue:

"Come, drink with me"

"Dry "

As he said this, he picked up the wine bottle and tapped it against the incense burner, making a crisp porcelain sound, and then he drank the remaining wine in the glass.

He wiped his mouth and said drunkenly:

"Let me tell you, this environment is not bad. Many years ago, I slept on tree branches every day to practice martial arts."

"What? You ask me why I don't live under a tree?"

Yan Kuan was so drunk that he had no idea that he was asking and answering his own questions:

"Of course it was to protect myself from that blind bear. Let me tell you, when I was about to leave on the last day, that big bear was so kind as to give me his two bear paws. Isn't that very loyal?"

As Yan Kuan was talking, he felt sleepy and rolled behind the table and fell asleep.

I didn't hear any furtive footsteps coming in from outside.

Three beggar-looking men were carrying a large bag and were about to put it on the ground in the temple.

"Wait, don't put it directly on the ground"

One of the beggars pulled away the torn satin cloth in front of the altar, raising a cloud of dust.

Spreading it on the ground, he looked at the big bag anxiously: "Put it here, it's clean."

The other two understood and hurriedly put it down, unfolding the outer wrapping cloth, revealing a young and beautiful woman.

His face was red, as if he had been drugged, and he moved slightly while feeling dazed but did not wake up.

The three beggars all had a lustful look in their eyes...

After a moment, the woman saw three dirty and ugly faces in front of her and let out a scream.

She cried, "Who are you? Don't come over here. My father is..."

Before she could finish, a beggar covered her mouth with his hand and said, "Don't shout, or we'll attract people and sell you to a brothel."

As the woman struggled violently, the incense burner fell upside down on the ground, and the wine inside spilled all over Yan Kuan's face.

Yan Kuan was awakened by the splash. He wiped his face in a daze, shook his head drunkenly, and stood up and walked out staggeringly.

The scene before him made his eyes widen...

Oh shit!

"What the hell are you doing?"

A roar made the three beggars turn around and look at the burly man in front of them who was as big as a mountain in horror.