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What kind of bastard is the prince of Wu? Few people in the capital don't know about the elderly, down to the young, but so what?People are royal relatives, King Wu is just a single seedling, the son of King Wu doesn't have a son yet, and it's not like the ordinary people haven't sued, but so what?

Prince Wu is still living his bastard life.

No, someone sued Prince Wu again. On the surface, everyone was afraid of offending King Wu and dared not speak loudly, but secretly prayed for the sudden death of Prince Wu three times in the morning, noon and evening. Under such circumstances, A scholar published a policy theory anonymously.

In fact, it is not right to talk about policy theory. This is more like a call to arms. The content of the call to arms is not to crusade against the king of Wu and his son's ten deadly crimes, but to discuss the majesty of the law.

As we all know, the pen holder in the scholar's hand, if used to the depths, may not be able to make a knife that kills without blood.

This coincided with the examination, and when all the students gathered in the capital, this article was written incisively and brilliantly. It didn't even discuss "the prince broke the law and the common people are guilty of the same crime", nor did he quote from many sources and talk about some previous cases. It alludes to the present, but those who have seen it will inexplicably think of the case of Prince Wu.

There is a reason for the four words of scholarly spirit to be put together.

With the first article now, the scholars will naturally not let it be more beautiful than before, and even have a little scheming, and want to use it to make a face in front of the big shots. Anyway, it will be the Spring Festival in a short time, and the scholars are not in a hurry Instead of writing books, he started writing articles.

And this article has been written a lot, even if no one mentions Prince Wu's son openly, it has become a trend of public opinion.

Together with public opinion and Tang Shilang's contribution to the flames, it is not an easy task to stop it.

At the foot of the emperor in the capital, the most well-informed person is naturally the emperor, and the seal will be sealed during the Spring Festival soon. After hearing this, the emperor summoned the king of Wu into the palace.

Of course King Wu heard about it, but he was not afraid at all, because he had sent his son out of the capital just a few days ago, and now the news is tight, and he will be brought back in two or three years.

King Wu's small plan is very tight, but the son of the king of Wu is too careless, and everything he does is full of evidence. Dali Temple handed over the papers two days earlier, but it was because the son of the king of Wu Nowhere to be seen, so no judgment was made.

This matter has come to such an extent, even if the Son of Heaven wants to take care of Wu Wang and his son, it will be difficult, not to mention that he is already tired of this pair of greedy uncles and nephews, how can he use his own reputation to fill it.

King Wu's face turned pale after hearing this, and he wanted to cry, but the emperor already hated them.

At no moment was he more aware of the emperor's ruthlessness towards them than he was now. King Wu immediately cried and said that he would write a letter of repentance, and was even willing to cut his title, just begging the emperor to spare his son's life.

The emperor agreed.

The next day, King Wu announced that Prince Wu's son had died of illness. After Dali Temple investigated "the body of Prince Wu's son", he quickly closed the case and gave Miss Yue's sister justice.

On the same day, King Wu issued a confession, saying that he was not strict with his children, so he voluntarily closed the house, fined him three years of salary, and sent someone to give money to Miss Yue.

But obviously, Miss Yue herself was not satisfied.

"He's not dead! That's not Prince Wu's son at all!"

Tan Zhao lightly pressed his hand, signaling to the other party to calm down: "Of course I know, but now, the 'Wu Prince' is dead, isn't he? Your enemy, he is no longer a royal family."

Miss Yue was taken aback, she wasn't stupid, she quickly came to her senses.She can't deal with powerful people, so can't she deal with an ordinary person?No, of course I can handle it.

Tan Zhao took out a small jar containing tracking butterflies from his sleeve, and put it on the table: "Find some old things of Prince Wu, if he smells it, he will lead you to find him."

"Thank you."

Miss Yue bowed deeply, and left Zhiyu Building with the small pot.

When Tang Yongruo came, he brought a lot of mansion newspapers in his hand. It was all a war of words between the scholars during this period. In fact, there were consequences, but everyone wrote so much, but none of them were as amazing as the first article.

In fact, there are also people looking for an author, but from the style of writing to the style of writing, no one knows about it after searching the capital. people looking for.

As the only person who knew the truth, Tang Yongruo felt that no one would be able to find out the truth, because even if someone did, they would probably not believe that a Feng Shui master could write such a penetrating article.

In fact, when he first got that article, he couldn't believe it. How can anyone in this world be so successful in everything? He was also known as a genius since he was a child, but compared with others, he is... Tang Juzi is a little arrogant close.

But he quickly adjusted his mentality and began to actively persuade people to study the Fa. Today is no exception. He brought the article to discuss with people and practice routines.

Tan Zhao: ...Young man, you may not have heard such a sentence, to persuade people to study the Fa, the sky will be struck by lightning?

Then Tan was going to go against the routine and play routines with him here, young man, you are still a little young, studying the law?He can teach it for free.

Tang Juzi came in dizzy with a large stack of materials, and left dizzy again. When he returned to the wing room of Baiyu Tower and sat down, he realized how he had changed from persuading people to a person studying the Fa?

Mr. Yu is poisonous.

But he also saw that Mr. Yu didn't want to take an official career, and Tang Yongruo decided not to force it anymore. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and he received an invitation from his uncle to go to the Minister's Mansion for the holiday.

Tan Zhao, who is a loner, is naturally accompanied by friends.

Young Yigan originally wanted to stay in Zhiyulou to his death, but after seeing Pavilion Master Qu, he left the ceremony and ran out without even saying a word.

Pavilion Master Qu was quite unconscious, and said, "Is this seat scary?"

"...not scary." But it scares the feng shui masters, especially the feng shui master surnamed Yi who has been to Luohuangshan, but Tan Zhao winked and didn't say anything. Instead, he put down what he was doing, "I'll go out and find him."

Tan Zhao was actually brewing wine. Tang Shilang was generous and gave Yi Gan a lot of revenge. Yi Qian was not a free eater, so he gave half of it, so he would have money to buy materials.

I made an appointment with Zhiyu Building yesterday, and today they will all be delivered to his courtyard, and even some small red fruits for winter season, although it is not worth a lot, it is better than nothing.

This morning, Tan Zhao was making preparations for brewing. When Pavilion Master Qu arrived, he saw how shabby the things were. He left for about half an hour. When he came back, he carried a wooden box in his hand. When he opened it, it was really floating. With more or less aura, it is obviously a good thing raised in the geomantic treasure land, and it is definitely worth nothing if you take it out.

Tan Zhao didn't refuse, just said: "When the wine is ready, I will share half with you!"

"I'll take it for you. Is this seat short of your few ounces of wine?" With this, the New Year's gift was over.

Not long after Tan Zhao went out, he found Yi Gan who was cracking peanuts alone in the lobby of Zhiyu Building. Seeing him coming, he quickly whispered, "Brother Yu, why is he here?" .

"He's my friend, is it weird here?"

"..." It's strange, but I dare not say it.

Tan Zhao took the opponent's peanuts away with a smile: "Come on, go in and help me fight, I promise he won't dare to hurt you."

Yi Gan: ...Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

"Want me to invite you in?"

Yi Gan immediately stood up numbly. After his father died, he had no relatives, and it was rare to have a friend. Of course, he didn't want to celebrate the New Year alone.

But soon, the boy Yi was defeated by his own innocence. He thought that what brother Yu said was just a polite remark, but he didn't expect... his waist.

"Tsk, you are so useless at such a young age, do you want me to teach you how to do boxing?"

Beside him, there was the chilly eyes of Pavilion Master Qu. Young Yi dared not speak out, and silently waved his hoe to bury the wine jar. He decided to wait for the next year to dig out the two jars secretly, so as to be worthy of his hard work today.

"That's right, Brother Yu, does it really matter if the wine is buried here?" With Brother Yu's temperament, he probably won't stay in the capital for a long time.

Tan Zhao pulled the tiger skin and pulled the banner, pointed to a certain pavilion master who was drinking tea, and said, "There are half of the pavilion masters of Youxin Pavilion here. s things!"

...That's right, shameless.

But Yi Gan didn't have the guts to say that there was nothing he could do. The profession of Feng Shui master was so heartbreaking.Not far away, two big bosses were "talking and laughing happily". Yi Gan decided to follow the layout of the big boss in the suburbs of Beijing with the Xuanyu Order, and set up a feng shui array for the wine burying place. Drink better.

"You Fengshui masters, are you usually so free?"

Tan Zhao looked at Yi Gan not far away, without nodding or shaking his head: "I don't know about the others, but I'm really free."

... To admit it so easily, while Qu Ping smiled, suddenly there was a trace of envy in his heart.

Say what you want, do what you want, it sounds simple, but how many people in this world can do it?Qu held the teacup intentionally, and suddenly chuckled, "You're living happily."

Tan Zhao spread his hands: "Is this not good?"

Pavilion Master Qu didn't give an answer, and it happened that the sky was getting dark, and Tan Zhao's planned New Year's Eve dinner was also brought over by Xiaoer. The table was full of delicacies, but it was a pity that he was the only one drinking on this table.

System: Hahahaha, you drunkard!

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s time to watch the year.

But this year is obviously not easy to guard, especially in the middle of the night, the Tibetan wind building in the capital sent people over.Seeing Yu Wenshu's first sentence, he told him a strange thing:

"Mr. Yu, you made the picture of the beauty under the moon?"

Tan Zhao responded for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing Yu Wenshu nodding, the man said, "Mr. Yu, the beauty under the moon is eating people."

What?What do you mean?These days, can a painting still eat people? !