Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

At that time, half of the guests in the tavern were piled up at the door to watch the guard of honor on Qipanshan in Qingzhou Mansion. Seeing Yan Tong holding the knife in his hand like this, they immediately scattered in fright.

Because Cheng Jiao retreated from the street, unfortunately he was standing in the front, and when the crowd dispersed, he let him out.

Cheng Jiao was immersed in the news that Qipanzhai had accepted the recruitment, and he didn't notice until the wind of the knife was on the back of his neck.

But it was too late.

Yan Tong used the rolled-edged knife to cut off his head, because the cut-off edge was very rough, and the blood splashed all over the surrounding people.

He turned the blade in his hand, lifted Cheng Jiao's head with the tip of the knife, took out the silver from the skirt of his clothes and put it on the table, and said to the shopkeeper: "Boss, it should be enough to compensate for the things in your store. Please borrow another clothes me."

The shopkeeper tremblingly took off his coat and threw it across three or four tables.

Yan Tong reached out to take it, shook it off and put it on his body to cover the blood, and thanked him.He just took a step outside the door when he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said to the shopkeeper:

"Luo Hongmei didn't accept the offer."

After finishing speaking, he raised his right hand and flew out like a single-handed sword in vain. Together with Cheng Jiao's head, he nailed it right on the official sedan chair in the middle of the guard of honor.

The head was pierced from the tip of the knife to the center of the eyebrows, but the eyes remained open, staring straight at the gray sky.

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Dongning City.

Fangfu.

The Fang family is extremely prominent in this dynasty, and the Fang residence is naturally located in the noble area of ​​Dongning City.The concierges of the Fang Mansion (whether they are at the main entrance or the side entrance) have long been used to being greeted by officials in red robes and gold belts, or suave celebrities, so after discovering that the visitor this time turned out to be poor , very contemptuously.

Wearing a scribe's long gown that hadn't been washed for many days, the poor man handed over the money to the doorman and said, "I would like to trouble you to inform you, Young Master Fang Qingci."

The concierge took the silver and weighed it in his hand. Seeing that the silver was not as poor as this person, he finally snorted and asked with his nostrils up, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Just say my surname is Luo, and I'm a friend of Young Master Fang."

"Surname Luo?" The concierge finally raised his spirits, and asked condescendingly: "Recently, a prisoner surnamed Luo nailed a man's head to Lord Sima's sedan chair. Countless men and horses were dispatched from all over Qingzhou to arrest him. Could it be you?"

Yan Tong smiled and said, "Of course not."

The concierge snorted again, "You don't look like that." Originally, what he said was to scare this "friend" of Young Master Qingci, after he finished speaking, he turned around and walked all the way into Fang's mansion with the money in his hands go.

Not long after, the concierge turned out again, and his tone was still very rude: "Master let you in."

Yan Tong spent some more money to ask the concierge to lead the way, and finally arrived at Fang Qingci's residence after making many turns and turns.

The concierge was about to explain a few words about the young master's habits and taboos, but Fang Qingci in the room had already said: "Abai, you step back, I will talk to my old friend."

The concierge took another look at Yan Tong, although he still looked down upon him, he didn't dare to disobey the young master's will, turned around and left.

After Yan Tong waited for the concierge to go far away, just as he stepped on the threshold with one foot, Fang Qingci said coldly: "Have you been drinking?"

Yan Tong: "I... I haven't had a drink in half a month, how do you know?"

Fang Qingci was leaning on the couch and playing with a string of Buddhist beads. Hearing this, he said, "Half a month? The people in Qipanzhai have been living in Dongning City for several days. The imperial decree just arrived yesterday. How do you just came?"

Yan Tong was taken aback for a moment, and the other foot froze in the air, "Holy...has the decree arrived?"

"That's natural." Fang Qingci looked a little impatient, "If you didn't insist on killing someone and nailing his head to my uncle's sedan chair, how could there be so many officers and soldiers arresting you quickly? You still have time to intercept the imperial decree On the way."

Yan Tong glanced out, "This is outrageous, don't talk nonsense."

Fang Qingci said indifferently: "I have been accused of treason and immorality. Come in and talk, and the door is closed."

Yan Tong stepped into the threshold, locked the door behind him, and said: "Even if the imperial decree can be intercepted, what's the point except to place another charge on myself? The establishment belongs to the imperial court, so what else can I do?"

Fang Qingci looked up at him suddenly, "If you really had no choice, you wouldn't come to me."

Yan Tong smiled, but did not answer.

Looking at his appearance, Fang Qingci knew that he didn't trust him enough to tell the whole plan, so he simply threw down the prayer beads, stood up from the couch, and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about it now. You Were there any injuries along the way?"

Yan Tong took off his coat, "It's okay."

Fang Qingci saw that he was wearing a scholarly gown, although it was a bit dirty, the style was still recognizable, so he laughed and said, "When did Master Luo change his career to take the number one examination? ——My God!"

He stared at Yan Tong: "Is it okay to call you that?"

After Yan Tong took off his coat, he originally planned to take off the strong clothes underneath as well, but after being injured, the blood coagulated the clothes and skin together, so he had to give up, and softly said to Fang: "Alive, not dead, and even Knocking people down, isn't that still fine?"

Fang Qingci looked at his injuries and shook his head, "You came to me with so many injuries on purpose?"

Yan Tong: "Fortunately, I ran out of the frontier army more than this."

Fang said lightly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to pay the consultation fee." He thought for a while, and then said: "Forget it, if you can't afford it, I can show you it with some difficulty if you promise me yourself. It’s hard to say whether there will be any sequelae.”

Yan Tong followed his words and said with a smile: "Even if it's a promise, I have to find a way to take off my clothes first, right?"

Fang Qingci shook his head and said, "I'm just kidding you."

Yan Tong: "..."

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After all, Fang Qingci found a quiet room to treat Yan Tong's injuries, and while applying the medicine, he shook his head and said: "People come to me either because of some strange poison from some unknown mountain, or because they practice all kinds of strange things. If there is a problem with internal strength training, you are the only one who uses me as a bone-beating doctor every day."

Yan Tong immediately retorted: "Only twice, the first time you took the initiative."

"..." Fang Qingci pressed the medicine-applied hand hard, and said expressionlessly, "I shouldn't have picked you up from the river."

Yan Tong's wound was held down by him, and he groaned. Fang Qingci seized the opportunity he could not refute, and continued: "What's so good about doing things all day long, now you can't get out, and you have to change clothes if you want to change." This young master will do it for me."

When he said this, Yan Tong slowed down and interjected: "I don't mind going out in that bloody dress, really."

Fang Qingci pressed again.

Seeing that Yan Tong was in so much pain that he could only focus on inhaling, he finally learned to speak well, so he sneered in satisfaction, "Tell me, what are you doing here with Master Ben?"

Yan Tong looked into his eyes and said sincerely, "Please find a place to stay."

Fang Qingci knew that he was talking nonsense just by hearing his tone. He wanted to take the opportunity of taking the medicine to ask more questions, but suddenly he had a plan. He thought it was not a sinister smile and said:

"...Okay, the young master will give you a chance, it depends on whether you have the ability."

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It wasn't until Yan Tong was forcibly put into a scholar's gown and led to Mr. Zhang, the teacher of the Fang family, that he knew where Fang Qingci's wicked smile came from.

"Mr. Zhang," Fang Qingci turned to the teacher, and sincerely introduced Yan Tong to him: "This is a friend I met during my previous study tour. I have always wanted to go to Xijing to study, but I was delayed because of my poor family. Now I am here Since the friend is here, I must entertain him, and it happens that my cousins ​​are not happy to study with Mr., Mr. is a person who came back from Xijing, why don’t you point out this friend of mine?”

Although the Fang family is a family of officials and eunuchs, among the juniors, those who are of this material have already gone to study and take the imperial examination to become officials, and those who are not of this material have already spent their lives enjoying life, except for Fang Qingci - so this teacher is nothing status.

After listening to this little Mr. Zhang, he turned his head and glanced at Yan Tong, a flash of sharpness flashed across his eyes, and he smiled casually: "What's your name for this friend?"

For the first time, Yan Tong put himself in a neat scholar's outfit (a few days ago, he was forced to wear it to avoid being chased), but he felt uncomfortable all over his body. Pulling the skirt and pulling the sleeves for a while, it is very strange.

Presumably, Fang Qingci guessed that he, the bandit leader of the cottage, didn't have a few catties of ink in his stomach, and he would pass through the gang in three sentences, so he deliberately set up this battle.

He was caught off guard by Mr. Zhang's words and asked, "Ah", and said with tongue-tied words: "Zai... Wan, Wansheng's surname... that Mei..."

Mr. Zhang gave him a suspicious look.

Fang Qingci interjected in a timely manner: "My friend just mentioned it."

Yan Tong suddenly ceased to be tongue-tied, and corrected him with a smile: "Mr. Fang made a mistake, and my scriptures match."

Mr. Zhang became even more suspicious.

Fang Qingci was obviously a little surprised, he gave a soft "ah", and then said with a smile: "That's because I misremembered, brother Mei." After speaking, he secretly gave Yan Tong a sharp eye, which means you Why are you dismantling me?

Yan Tong immediately looked back with his eyes: I am happy.

Fang Qingci: "..."

Mr. Zhang didn't notice the eye contact between these two people, nodded slightly, and said to Yan Tong: "To be disrespectful, there is nothing unusual about Xijing's academy. Why...?"

Yan Tong smiled and said: "No matter what happens or not, those of us country people, we should go and see it before we can feel at ease."

Mr. Zhang nodded, and asked again: "What books do you read in peacetime?"

"I'm ashamed to say it," Yan Tong said without shame: "Wan Sheng has never been interested in the Four Books and Five Classics, so his family doesn't support Wan Sheng's reading, uh, those miscellaneous books, that's why he found Brother Fang here." Fang light words.

The innocent person outside the court said lightly: "??"

Mr. Zhang smiled and motioned Yan Tong to continue, and Yan Tong said: "I usually read a lot about Huang Lao's studies, and occasionally I read military books. Sometimes the family is tight, and I pretend to read a few history books. some."

Mr. Zhang laughed loudly when he heard this: "Interesting, interesting. If Jinghe can master this way, maybe he will be a generation of wizards in the future."

Yan Tong followed with a smile and said: "Sir, you are overrated, and I actually... don't understand anything."

Mr. Zhang asked: "How do you explain this?"

Yan Tong said: "I studied Taoist classics a few years ago, but felt that if I really acted according to the words of the sages, not to mention foreign aggression, even the rogues in the territory would not be able to solve it. I think with my great Zhou soldiers and horses, why the northern border always Is there a big victory? If the northern barbarians are strong and good at cavalry, how can even the rogues be entrenched for several years?

"So I went to read military books and found that the terrain in the northern border is indeed too flat, easy to attack and difficult to defend, so all dynasties have built cities on the border. In the past, General Ji guarded the two Liaos. With General Ji's ability to use troops, at least there is no need to worry. The northern barbarian iron cavalry set foot on our Great Zhou land. But why did the court call back General Ji?... This is what I don't understand."

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Fang Qingci was listening, and when he mentioned the bandits, he was shocked (you must know that Luo Hongmei himself is the biggest leader of the bandits); when he mentioned General Ji, he was surprised again; After changing his face and saying such a paragraph, he slowly let go of his heart.

Mr. Zhang didn't notice Fang Qingci's trepidation beside him, he just felt that although the scholar in front of him was handsome, he was so handsome, like a knife in a sheath.

He looked at Yan Tong, shook his head, and said: "It's not what you think." Then he sighed, "It's not easy to talk about major affairs in the court, let's take the matter in front of us as an example, after Qipanzhai is now included in Qingzhou, This group of leaders, Jing He, in your opinion, what do you think of their official careers?"

Yan Tong's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

Mr. Zhang didn't seem to see his expression, he sighed again, and said somewhat self-servingly:

"...I heard that the leader of Qipanzhai used to be General Ji's subordinate. General Ji was loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life. If he knew that Luo Hongmei committed such a treasonous thing after his death, I don't know if he would be overwhelmed. Oh, what a pity, what a pity .”

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