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Only talk about money, no one cares where you come from, what you want to do to lose your head;

The banquet in the palace was held late, and there were several parties sitting on the table with their own thoughts. Yan Xiaochen passed by the corridor holding a waist knife, and was stopped by the emperor softly. , revealing the familiar cinnabar red.

The purple robe is tied with a waist armor, a narrow strip, the knife falls on the waist, and the handle of the knife covers half of it. The tip of his hair is combed back, revealing the clean forehead.

Ji Boming sat at the head of the emperor, no matter how unpopular he was, he was also the eldest son of the former empress. He always had face in such a time. He greeted the passers-by to the banquet, still with a straight face, and even a slightly unsalty smile. I owe all my intentions.

The seat was unavoidable, the emperor reserved a good and conspicuous seat for "Xin Huan", Yan Xiaochen saluted, and sat down in an orderly manner, after a few figures, he caught sight of a new face - Lu Chengyan.

The man sat neatly, as if trying to suppress his sense of existence, but the red dot on his finger was really conspicuous. Nanhong is not popular in Yujing City, but this kind of unpopularity is precisely because there is a price but no market. Well, everyone in Beijing is picky, and it is not the general's style to grind out such a fine and bright one.

As a businessman, he made a judgment almost immediately. Everyone at the banquet in the palace was listening to the wind and flirting around with their noses raised. Lu Chengyan didn't move and didn't pay much attention to others. tiredness.

In the middle of the moon, the wine was full of wine, and the people in the wine field did not dare to show their true colors. The emperor took a step first, and a group of warblers and swallows stuck behind him, a colorful group.

He didn't take Yan Xiaochen away, but before he left, he actually dropped a few words, instructing him who was sitting in the corner to walk among the crowd and make friends.

It's really not like the emperor's usual style of whispering to his courtiers.

"Business... son?" Yan Xiaochen lowered his voice.

Lu Chengyan's expression was slightly condensed, but he was unmoved, and there was no surprise on his indifferent face.

If this matter is said to be a secret, it is true, but the emperor also knows that he has some friendship with the merchant. After all, Yange, an expensive place that is not close to ordinary people, charges him very little. Those who "eat and drink" can grab some fresh food in these places.

"No." Lu Chengyan replied, raised his glass from a distance, and stopped talking.

Yan Xiaochen sneaked into the crowd and became a dazzling color in the crowd. He usually adheres to the principle of being low-key and talking less.

This color is really hard to ignore. Lu Chengyan pursed his lips. Although the wine was good, it tasted like nothing. He stood alone in the corner of the wind-blown curtain, his figure was divided into two parts by the shadow of the light. two halves.

The music didn't stop, the banquet was still the same, the emperor left, the atmosphere in the venue was a little more relaxed, the drinking gags were unrestrained, the kabuki and dancers' fragrance powder flew around, and with the bright lights, they kneaded into a ball that couldn't be melted away. thick.

With a "click", a stone fell into the pool under the eaves, causing a circle of ripples.

Ji Boming walked out without knowing when, doing nothing, a small pile of red stones pried from the Royal Garden in his hand.

"Everything is exquisite..." Ji Boming said, "This palace is renovated every year, with a lot of thought."

He seemed to be pointing at something, raised his chin, and pointed in the direction of the Zhaixing Building without any trace. A curved arc flew out from the four corners of the Zhaixing Building, and a long copper wind chime carved with patterns hung down. Night Breeze Unfortunately, there is no sound. If the wind is stronger, the neighbors will be disturbed by the clanging noise. It is difficult for the emperor to sleep on the Wangxian Building not far from it.

The prince has been haunted all day long, running around all over the ground, but when he really wanted to look for him, he couldn't catch half of the shadow.

Hearing his words scattered in the wind, Lu Chengyan lowered his head to look at the red stones he was holding in his palm. Each of them was rounded and turned purple, and a smell of cinnabar came over his face.

Filling the well with cinnabar, what strange reason?

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The "dead man" was resurrected and rode back to the front line.The sound of horns on the mountain plain sounded wave after wave, and Zhou Tan put down the Qian Li Wang in his hand, because the naked eyes could already see the herds of black war horses galloping on the snow.

The war horses are low, but not bad in speed. When gathered together, it is also a long black torrent.

Each war horse carries only one warrior, and the whole body is black and shiny, but the number of people is really not that many, and each of them only carries a longbow and a thin bow that can't hold many arrows. Arrow basket.

Zhou Tan put his wrist on the bow on his shoulder. He loaded up a blanket of weapons as if fleeing from famine. He put down He Lianyun's saber in dislike of the new, and held the newly loaded dagger, and drew it tight on the city wall. string.

The watchtower speeded up its reaction as promised, only the red flag indicating the enemy's attack was raised high and rolled into a curl in the wind.

Each of them only shoots a few arrows, but what they are facing is the iron wall that the Ordnance Department spent a lot of time building, but they are coming in a menacing manner, as if they have other plans.

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The third floor of Yan Pavilion is the private cooking stove of the merchants. According to their virtue of making money day and night, this cooking stove must be opened to the fullest, and anyone with some spare money can come to taste the pitiful portion. .

After all, things are rare and expensive, the more stingy the portion, the more people will come to taste it, the tea and water are poured carefully, the cool wind blows the curtains, and today in the lobby, there is only a copper pot with engraved patterns.

The four corners of the room are fragrant, mixed with pure and light spring flowers and moons.Yu Qinghe had bald her forehead since entering the door, frantically beating Yu Jinyan's arm, raised a pair of eyebrows, and made a very strange expression: "Okay, I have spare money, where did I get the private money?"

No one talked to her, and it was interesting to say that the dignitaries in the capital love to talk about private affairs here, and if they talk too much about private affairs that they dare not let others know, it will naturally create an airtight barrier, even the emperor's eyes and ears. They are all constrained, it seems that another set of gray rules prevails here, which is buried under the city of Yujing—another world.

Only talk about money, no one cares where you come from, and what you want to do to lose your head is simply the best choice for treason.

Lu Chengyan folded the case files piled up on his desk. Logically, this thing should not have left Jin Mingwei's compound, but the emperor was busy organizing some kind of "seeking immortal banquet", and he got a bunch of warlocks to stir up trouble in the palace in a daze. No one cares about it, another case is about to be buried in the pile of old papers, with a thick layer of dust.

He was still thinking about one thing in his mind, what was the circular wound left behind?

The search for crutches has come to an end. In Jin Mingwei, everyone can’t see round things now. The stick at the door has been turned over and over several times, but he is plausible: “Such scars are only similar in shape to crutches. .”

No matter how many times he was asked, there was only one answer.

Patterns depicting wounds were spread out on the table, and today's private dishes were closed to the public, crowded with a few investigators chattering about the case.

Flying all over the ground are the records of tragic murders. The sorcerer was lying on the jade steps in front of the Star Picking Tower, blood flowed from the door to the end of the jade steps, his face was on the ground, and his body smelled fragrant.

Shang Hengzhi was sent out to look at the store, and he sat in the front hall with his chin resting in boredom, listening to the sound of people and cars and horses outside the door with his ears pricked.

She had never seen people doing serious business in secret. When they came, they were a group, each with an abacus, or books and pens and inks.

She didn't smudge her eyebrows, nor did she wear ill-fitting men's attire. She wore a floor-length skirt with a rather graceful color, and her belt was wrapped like a hemp rope, which almost tied herself up.

This morning, no one went to work, and the entire building was not as lively as it used to be. Once a group of people settled in the building, there was only the sound of turning pages, and even the carved beams and painted buildings seemed bleak and lonely.

She glanced at the case while serving tea, only to feel dizzy from the circle shaking her head, "Find a round stick, I have never seen such a miraculous thing."

With a grunt, she reopened her pastime reading and squatted into a ball on the chair.

"Old fox..." She looked up: "What do you think? Send a few people to the streets to look for walking sticks? It's not impossible to sell walking sticks, on the market..."

Shang Yanzhi gathered his plain robes, and gently put the plain cakes that he had brought all the way down the mountain on the ground.There was a subtle scent of sandalwood on him, the kind commonly found in Buddhist halls.

Shang Hengzhi looked suspicious: "What are you doing in the temple? Worshiping Buddha, Buddha will not save you, a black-hearted businessman."

She tilted her head and waited for her brother to fight back, but she didn't receive a response. Shang Yanzhi squinted his fox eyes, without giving her half a look, and strode through the door.

"Virtue." She rolled her eyes, continued to listen to the sound outside the door, her ears flicked slightly.

"What's the matter?" Lu Chengyan asked in a low voice, without brushing away the palms that were pressing on his shoulders.

"Red lotus paddle..." Shang Yanzhi bent down and said, "Have you heard of it?"

It was an almost ear-to-ear gesture, blatantly crossing the line, and her voice was hoarse, but Yu Qing and her ears on the other side of the room moved.

She spit out all the tea in one gulp, feeling sorry for the extremely expensive tea that she rinsed her mouth, burning her butt on fire: "What? Red lotus paddle?!"

She popped up like a gopher, her voice tearing, but Jin Mingwei's idlers just paused for a while, and then continued to flip through the pages in their hands.

The red lotus paddle, you can guess where it came from.

The author says:

thank you very much!

Recently, due to homework, the update is very unstable, tumbling and bowing——

Emperor: Don't blame me for my low IQ. Who would have thought that someone would secretly work overtime? !

The old fox and the little fox really remember the exploitation creed of capitalism all the time, hahaha