Go to Kaifeng to be a civil servant

The cicadas on the side of the willows are singing the dew leaves, and the warm sun wind is lightly winding around the silk clouds.

At noon, the green willows beside the Bian River are lingering, and the summer breeze blows away wisps of heat. Although it is not as pleasant as taking a cool boat or a light boat in the river, it is several times better than the steaming heat wave in Bianliang City.

In an elegant tea house near the bank, several people drink tea, enjoy the scenery, and recite poems. Suddenly, the sign at the entrance moves, and several figures rush in. As soon as he saw the business, he hurried forward to entertain him, but he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw who was coming.

I saw these people, all with big arms and round waists, dressed in black and red, with a broad-leaved sword on the left waist, and a waist plate on the right waist, engraved with the words "Kaifeng Fuya".

"It turns out that the officials of Kaifeng Mansion have arrived, please come inside, please come inside!" Xiaoer immediately recognized the identities of these people, and immediately smiled with great enthusiasm.

But these people didn't even look at Xiaoer, they just looked around inside and outside the teahouse, with sweat dripping from their foreheads and anxious faces, as if they were looking for something.

"Have you seen it?"

"I didn't see it."

"Isn't it here?"

"I've searched all the teahouses and teahouses by the river, and this is the last one."

Several guards murmured for a while with uneasy expressions, and suddenly turned around and pulled out a young guard from behind, and asked anxiously: "I said Zheng Xiaoliu, you are not fooling us, are you?"

Zheng Xiaoliu, who was picked out, had a mournful face, staring at a pair of round leopard eyes and said: "It's his turn to rest today, he just told me to go to the tea house by the river to enjoy the cool, who knows which tea house it is... "

All the guards suddenly lost their minds.

The second brother looked at a few people, and couldn't help asking curiously: "How many officials are looking for someone?"

"That's right, that's right, I'm looking for someone!"

"Little brother, have you ever seen a person as thin as a bamboo pole..."

"The eyes are narrow..."

"It smells like garlic..."

"When he sees silver, he looks like a wild wolf in the mountains, a kid with green eyes?"

All the yamen servants chattered and gesticulated.

Surrounded by a group of yamen servants, the waiter in the shop turned pale with fright: "A few officials, are you talking about humans or wolves?"

"Nature is human!"

"Villain, villain, I've never seen anyone who looks like a wolf..."

When all the yamen servants heard this, they were immediately depressed, several seven-foot men drooped their heads as if they had been beaten by frost.

"No, but, if it's as thin as a bamboo pole, with narrow eyes, and smells like garlic, I've seen one..." the waiter hesitated.

"What?! Where is it?" All the yamen servants stared at each other and shouted loudly.

The shop waiter raised a finger tremblingly and pointed to the corner of the tea house.

A group of yamen servants walked over quickly, fixed their eyes on it, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

I saw a person lying on his stomach on a square table in the corner of the tea house, with his arms hanging long, his head resting on the table, his eyes closed, his mouth half open, and there was a faint cry. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, and the sun was shining brightly on his face outside. Looking at it, it appeared that the skin of this person's cheeks was rosy, crystal clear and charming.

All the yamen servants were stunned for a moment, and after taking two steps forward to take a closer look, their faces turned dark at the same time.

Then I heard someone muttering in a low voice:

"The dignified Kaifeng mansion is a sixth-rank captain, and his face is full of saliva when he sleeps..."

"What's the style? What's the style!"

"Fortunately, today is his day off, and he didn't wear the school uniform, otherwise, wouldn't our Kaifeng Mansion lose all face..." Zheng Xiaoliu stepped forward with black lines all over his head and shouted, "Jin Qian, wake up. "

Jin Qian, who was lying on the table, smashed his mouth, turned his head in one direction, and continued to sleep deeply.

All the yamen servants suddenly showed cross veins on their foreheads.

This one stepped forward and shouted in Jin Qian's ear: "Lieutenant Jin, my lord sends you back to Yamen!"

The people at the table were indifferent.

The one who got close slapped Jin Qian on the head: "Captain Jin, Captain Jin!

Just after taking two shots, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, I felt an unbearable itching all over my body, and a rash appeared on my face. The surrounding government servants were shocked when they saw it, and rushed to the side to pick up two large teapots. The yamen servant with the rash poured water for a while, and didn't stop until the yamen servant was drenched like a soaked chicken.

It wasn't until the red rash on the servant's face gradually disappeared that all the servants let out a long breath as if they had survived a catastrophe.

"It's itching powder, but fortunately we all responded quickly."

"Fortunately, Mr. Gongsun told me that the method works..."

"Brother, cherish your wealth and life, and stay away from the captain surnamed Jin!"

After finishing their work, all the yamen servants looked at Jin Qian and felt worried again. They couldn't touch him, and they couldn't wake him up. What should we do?

I don't know who had a sudden whim, and suddenly raised his breath and shouted:

"It's running out of water! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

No response.

"Oiran of Yicui Tower, a beauty!!"

invalid.

"Gold, what a big piece of gold!"

Jin Qian moved slightly.

"The salary has been paid!"

It moved again... and then fell into a dead sleep.

"..." was out of words.

All the yamen servants stared at me, and I stared at you, their eyes suddenly shot at Zheng Xiaoliu.

Zheng Xiaoliu trembled all over, scratching his ears and cheeks for a long time, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Master Zhan!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man who was lying on the table sleeping like a dead pig a moment ago suddenly jumped up with a carp, his feet spread out, his arms stretched out straight, his waist as straight as a pine cypress, his eyes sparkling and bright, Putting on a standard horse stance, he said energetically, "Master Zhan, this subordinate has never been lazy today, please be aware of this, Mr. Zhan!"

……

The tea house is very quiet, so quiet that one can hear the trickle of a guest next door pouring the tea in the pot to the table.

"puff!"

"Hahaha……"

I don't know who started it, all the yamen servants looked at Jin Qian who was in a standard horse stance and laughed, leaning forward and holding his belly short of breath.

Jin Qian stared and shot around as if he was facing a big enemy, but he didn't find the familiar blue shadow, his face darkened immediately, and he shouted: "Grandma, who dared to be so ambitious? Interrupted our sweet dreams on our public holiday, why don't you confess quickly and be lenient, and resist strict?!

All the yamen servants held their stomachs, wiped their tears, and pointed at Zheng Xiaoliu at the same time.

"Zheng Xiaoliu!" Jin Qian clenched his fists, squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth and walked towards Zheng Xiaoliu. Cruel and merciless..."

Zheng Xiaoliu's face turned pale, and he hurriedly waved his hands and shouted: "Jin Qian, don't misunderstand, Master Bao called you back to the yamen, and we almost searched all the teahouses by the river in Bianliang City before we found you. I'm afraid Mr. Bao has been waiting for a long time..."

"Master Bao is looking for us?" Jin Qian blinked, "What is it?"

"I don't know, it is said that someone was poisoned and killed us..."

"Poisoning?" Jin Qian exclaimed, and started spinning in circles, "Poisoning, poisoning, poisoning! Such a difficult and high-risk job has always been patented by a certain cat... Tsk tsk..." Speaking of this, I saw Jin Qian raised his head fiercely, gazed into the distance, blinked, and pulled out an octave in his mouth: "Master Zhan, the subordinate has come—"

With a sound of "嗖", in the blink of an eye, the thin figure disappeared, leaving only a puff of dust drifting away.

All the yamen servants stopped laughing and stared at the direction where Jin Qian disappeared in dumbfounded.

After a while, someone came back to his senses and exclaimed:

"Lieutenant Jin's lightness kung fu has improved a lot."

"It seems Master Zhan's guidance is quite effective."

"Lieutenant Jin is really blessed to have Mr. Zhan personally teach him..."

"Ahem, some officials from Kaifeng Mansion." The waiter stuck his head in and said, "Was that official from Kaifeng Mansion just now?"

"That's natural. Except for us Kaifeng people, who can have such a good skill?" All the yamen servants said proudly.

"That's great..." The second waiter in the shop said with a sigh of relief, "The little official ordered four pots of Biluochun, three pots of Longjing, three bowls of stewed plum water, one bowl of ginger honey water, eight plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and six bowls of soup Cakes, two baskets of steamed cakes, four plates of side dishes... the total is three hundred and twenty-eight cents, five cents and two cents of silver, the officials should settle the bill first!"

"..."

The Bian River is shimmering, reflecting the twitching faces of the government servants in Kaifeng Prefecture, and the wind blowing along the river is blowing the stiff figures of the government servants.

"Jinqian!!" Several shouts rang out in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Since then, it has been widely rumored in the world that the officials of the Kaifeng government have profound internal skills, and the lion's roar skills have reached the pinnacle. As long as they roar at the little thief Xiao, they will surely bleed from the seven orifices and die.

-

Outside the west wing of Kaifeng Mansion's Master's Courtyard, Mr. Bao looked gloomy and kept pacing back and forth. Wang Chao and other four school lieutenants surrounded the door of the wing, anxious and sweaty, frequently looking into the wing.

"Mr. Gongsun, from what you've seen, is Catcher Li's injury serious?" Master Bao asked anxiously.

Mr. Gongsun frowned: "My lord, the wound on Li Butou's body is not a problem, but the poison on this wound is a bit troublesome."

The faces of Master Bao and the four captains sank at the same time.

"My lord, you don't have to worry too much." Mr. Gongsun continued, "The guard Zhan is in the house exercising the poison for Li Butou. I believe that with the power of the guard Zhan, the poison will be contained."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then fixedly stared at the closed door of the west wing.

Suddenly, the door panel moved, and one person opened the door leaf.

His sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, his thin lips turned white, his forehead was wet with sweat, and his red official robe was slightly sweat-stained. It was Zhan Zhao, the fourth-rank imperial guard with a knife.

"Exhibition Guard!"

"Master Zhan!"

Zhan Zhao gave a slight nod to the crowd, and said, "The subordinates have managed to force the poison of Li Catcher into Li Catcher's arm, but they still can't force the poison out of Li Catcher's body..."

Everyone's expressions changed, and they hurriedly walked into the wing.

There was only one person lying on the bed, his face was pale, his left arm was resting on the outside of the bed, and he was faintly black.

Mr. Gongsun hurriedly sat down and felt his pulse.

"Mr. Gongsun can cure this poison?" After a while, Lord Bao asked.

Mr. Gongsun said slowly: "This poison is very strange. I just saw it in the pulse diagnosis. The poison is fierce and very dangerous. But when I look at it now, it seems to be a slow poison, and there is no movement. The students think... It seems to be the same as Captain Jin. Commonly used poisonous bombs... If Captain Jin is here, maybe we can be a little more sure."

Master Bao looked serious, and raised his voice: "Chao Dynasty, Ma Han, the government ordered you two to send people to find Captain Jin, why haven't we heard back for so long?"

"This..." Wang Chao hesitated, "Today is Lieutenant Jin's rotating duty, and I don't know where he went. His subordinates have already sent six teams of yamen servants to search all over the mansion, near the streets, but it took more than half of them to find him. Time, no news..."

"The sixth team of yamen servants searched for half an hour and couldn't even find a single person?" Master Bao's face was a little unkind.

The four major lieutenants immediately shrank their necks, a little aggrieved on their faces.

"My lord," Ma Han clasped his fists and said, "Lieutenant Jin's whereabouts are erratic, and his lightness kung fu is excellent. On weekdays, except for Mr. Zhan, no one can find him... Mr. Zhan just healed Li Butou, and he has no time to clone. so……"

"Perhaps it's because Captain Jin was taken by Mr. Zhan these few days... Cough, I was too tired from practicing... I found a place to hide and go to sleep..." Ma Han glanced at Zhan Zhao and muttered in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes shot at Zhan Zhao

Zhan Zhao frowned, lowered his eyes and cupped his fists and said, "My lord... let the subordinates go out and look for it..."

Just halfway through the conversation, there was a flutter of chickens and dogs outside the wing room, and a whistling of smoke and dust, accompanied by a shrill cry: "Master Zhan ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help taking a step back at the same time.

I saw a figure emerge from the smoke and dust, rushed to Zhan Zhao, grabbed Zhan Zhao's sleeve, stared wide-eyed, with a terrified expression, exclaimed: "The complexion is pale, and the forehead is thin. Sweating, lack of energy, and weak footsteps... Tsk tsk, Mr. Zhan, have you been poisoned by the Heartbroken Grass, Crane Top, Red Arsenic, Love Flower Aphrodisiac, or Miaojiang Gu Poison, Tang Sect Poison, and Great Nei Secret Poison?"

This string of poisonous names was reported smoothly and successfully, and everyone in the wing room was stunned, stunned on the spot, and they all thought to themselves: This Jin Xiaowei is not the guard of the curse show, he should die soon...

Zhan Zhao was startled at first, then lowered his eyes to look at his cuff which was firmly grasped by Jin Qian, his sword eyebrows moved, and he twitched back without a trace, but Jin Qian's hands seemed to be on his sleeves, not at all. Move, the owner of the hand still swears.

"Master Zhan, don't worry, you are auspicious, as long as Mr. Gongsun is here, you will be able to get rid of your illness, rejuvenate your hands, everything will be fine, you will be blessed and live longer..."

The corner of Zhan Zhao's mouth twitched: "Captain Jin, Zhan was not poisoned, but..."

"Not poisoned?!" Jin Qian was taken aback, "Look at your face..." He walked around Zhan Zhao for a while, squatted down, and touched Zhan Zhao's ankle, "No sprain... Before Zhan Zhao came back to his senses, he whimpered and floated behind Zhan Zhao, and fumbled around Zhan Zhao's waist, "I didn't even flash my waist..." With a whimper, he circled in front of Zhan Zhao again. His hands were about to hit Zhan Zhao's chest, "Could it be an internal injury..."

"Jin Qian!!"

Hearing Zhan Zhao's angry shout, Jin Qian felt dizzy and dizzy for a while. After Jin Qian finally stabilized his figure, he realized that he was thrown into the corner of the room by Zhan Zhao, and everyone in the room, Mr. Bao, Mr. Gongsun, and the four captains all stared at Zhan Zhao with the same expression, their eyes were dull, their mouths were slightly open, and they were in a standard trance.

Jin Qian followed everyone's eyes and was also dumbfounded.

I saw Zhan Zhao, with his brows upside down, his eyes trembling, his thin lips tightly pursed, his body stiff, his face as jade-like and handsome as a cat's ears, red and transparent.

Immediately, two appropriate words and phrases floated faintly from Jin Qian's mind:

Flying flowers in Biancheng are drunk in the spring breeze, not as red as the royal cat's cheeks.

After a long while, Jin Qian came back from his trance, and suddenly realized the conclusion: "It turns out that it is wind-cold and accompanied by fever symptoms..."

"Zhan is doing well!" Zhan Zhao yelled sharply, "Catcher Li was poisoned!"

"Captain Li? Where?" Jin Qian was stunned, and turned his narrow eyes around the room. Then he saw Li Shao lying on the bed. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and hurriedly walked over with two steps, "This subordinate is blind." , clumsy eyes..."

"Mr. Gongsun?!" Zhan Zhaoli turned his eyes to look at the master of Kaifeng Mansion.

"Ah? Oh, that's right, Catcher Li's injury is not serious, not serious..." Mr. Gongsun coughed twice, and hurried to the bedside.

"Yes, yes, not light, not light..." Master Bao and the four captains immediately echoed in unison, and rushed to the bedside in a hurry.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence in the wing room, only the deep breathing of the Kaifeng mansion chief who was sleeping on the bed could be heard.

Jin Qian huddled in the shadows of the crowd, and after a long while, he felt that pair of burning eyes gradually dissipated, and then he settled down, and began to check the pulse and detect the poison, but after doing this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Look at the poison, professional, meticulous, and high-tech: at the beginning it came fiercely, and at the end it was silent, it was really in place at one time, and the poison was fine and silent. Then look at the color, color difference, and tone of Li Catcher's arm, how do you see it? Why do you have the poisonous demeanor of our sect...

He heard Mr. Gongsun whispering in his ear: "What does Captain Jin think about this poison?"

view?What do you think?

With such inexplicable poisonous skills, in the whole world, except for the second master who is yin and yang, there is only his disciple——our good young man!

Jin Qian wanted to cry immediately but had no tears.

Second master, your old man is not at odds with the Kaifeng mansion, is it? !

"Captain Jin?" Mr. Gongsun called out again.

Jin Qian stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and looked straight at Mr. Gongsun's pair of phoenix eyes with his thin eyes.

"Doesn't Captain Jin feel that the method of poisoning and the spread of poison are somewhat similar to Captain Jin's technique..." Mr. Gongsun said slowly.

Jin Qian suddenly became excited, his narrow eyes glanced around, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

I saw Mr. Gongsun's eyes shining, Mr. Bao's sharp eyes staring straight at him, the four major lieutenants all staring at each other, and the corners of Zhan Zhao's eyes flashing...

Jin Qian suddenly felt as if he was being illuminated by a spotlight all over his body, with nowhere to hide.

Jin Qian's biggest crisis since joining Kaifeng Mansion!

Witnesses (a branch of Gongsun Zhuzi, the chief family physician of Kaifeng Prefecture) and physical evidence (a black and shiny poisonous arm of Li catcher) all reflect that the poison is inextricably related to me!

How to do?

Stealing denials, quibbling, crying, pretending to be crazy...

All kinds of excuses and strategies circled in Jin Qian's mind, and were rejected one by one.

Jin Qian squinted his eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

As a senior civil servant of Kaifeng Mansion, Jin Qian naturally understands that it is unwise to continue to make any sophistry in front of Kaifeng Mansion's black, white and cats when the evidence is convincing!

As a new generation born in New China and raised under the red flag, Jinqian naturally understands the profoundness of the basic policy of "leniency for confession and strictness for resistance"!

Therefore, in the blink of an eye, Jin Qian quickly made a decision-decided to tell a few words of truth. Although Jin Qian had said countless truths in his life, these few words were the most sincere, most factual, and The one with the most upright attitude and the one with the most urgent needs...

Jin Qian narrowed his eyes and said with a straight face:

"Li Butou, as the former boss of his subordinates, is upright and considerate of his subordinates. He loves his subordinates even more and is as warm as spring. His subordinates treat Li Butou like a torrent of water...cough (broken, usually I'm used to talking to cats, and I slip out of my mouth if I'm not careful), very respectful."

——This means that we have no motive for committing the crime.

"The subordinates have spent the whole day today in the tea shop by the Bian River observing the people's sentiments. The waiter and shopkeeper of the tea shop can all testify."

— which means we have a conclusive alibi.

"This subordinate is taking turns off today, so he didn't bring the medicine bag with him, and he seemed to forget to lock the door when he went out..."

——This means that we have no tools to commit crimes and are suspected of being framed by others.

"So, subordinate..."

"Is Lieutenant Jin familiar with this method of poisoning?"

Suddenly, Master Bao blocked Jin Qian's defense with one sentence.

Jin Qian was startled, and raised his eyes to see Mr. Bao's dark face, only to feel that his eyes were also turning black, so he had to bite the bullet and say.

"This method of poisoning, the poison it inflicts... are similar to those of the subordinates."

As soon as this remark came out, Jin Qian immediately shrank his neck and closed his eyes, waiting for everyone to drag him out of the wing room, torture him to extract a confession, serve him with severe torture, Zhazidong, Sister Jiang...

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Jin Qian secretly opened one eyelid, glanced around, and couldn't help being taken aback.

I saw that everyone around me looked happy and looked at me expectantly.

Ok?

"In this way, Captain Jin can definitely get rid of this poison!" Master Bao said pleasantly.

"Eh? Ah, yes, yes..." Jin Qian replied blankly.

Mr. Gongsun took a long breath: "Sure enough, as the students expected, since the person who poisoned this time is similar to Jin Xiaowei's method, Jin Xiaowei must have a way to detoxify this poison."

"Ah, ah, Mr. Gongsun, thank you..." Jin Qian replied blankly, looking at the crowd with narrow eyes and puzzled, thinking in his heart: something is wrong, why does it seem that no one suspects us? !

But since the method of poisoning is the same, then we should be the first suspects, why no one suspects us?

Is it...

Jin Qian's eyes lit up.

Now that we have been so prosperous and innocent, we have won the indiscriminate trust of Kaifeng Mansion? !

Seeing Jin Qian's sudden change of expression from surprise to joy, everyone sighed at the same time.

Seeing Mr. Gongsun twisting his beard, he said, "Lieutenant Jin, have you ever seen the wound on Li Butou's body?"

"Wound?" Jin Qian hurriedly lowered his head to check.

"Have you seen anything?"

"The wounds are few, deep, and the flesh is cut neatly..."

"so……"

"So?" Jin Qian looked puzzled and turned to look at the crowd.

Master Bao, Mr. Gongsun, Dynasty Mahan Zhang Long Zhao Hu all shook their heads slightly and sighed secretly.

Zhan Zhao frowned even more, showing a look of "rotten wood cannot be carved", and glanced over.

"So, the person who hurt Li Butou is quick, accurate, ruthless, and his moves are clean and neat. He must be a person with high martial arts." Wang Chao patted Jinqian on the shoulder and said.

Jin Qian suddenly realized: It makes sense!

"So, Lieutenant Jin's flamboyant fists and embroidered legs can't hurt Catcher Li." Ma Han echoed.

Jin Qian stared: Flowers, flower fists and embroidered legs...

"So, although Captain Jin has practiced with Lord Zhan for a long time, he still hasn't made any progress." Zhang Long yelled loudly.

Jin Qian twitched: Why does it sound a bit off topic?

"So, Captain Jin..." Zhao Huhan said with a smile, "Practice with your heart."

What is this all about? !

"So..." Mr. Gongsun said with a smile, "We trust Captain Jin!"

"Thank you, my subordinate..." Jin Qian clasped his fists and bowed his hands, with tears in his eyes, a smile on his mouth, his skin twitching, a typical dumbfounding.

Tsk tsk, feelings have already been ruled out as suspects because our kung fu is too bad!I knew why I wasted so many brain cells and salivary enzymes...

Everyone looked at Jin Qian and nodded in relief.

Zhan Zhao frowned, and made a concluding statement: "Lieutenant Jin, from today onwards, practice for an extra hour."

Jin Qian was shocked when he heard the words, and when he looked at the crowd, they all seemed to agree, with a few large characters written on their faces: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

-

After consultation and treatment by Mr. Jin Qian and Mr. Gongsun, Li Butou recovered his sanity within three days, and his physical recovery was making rapid progress.

It is said that as soon as Li Butou woke up, he confessed an incredible thing to Mr. Bao. He was injured when he was chasing down a turtle slave who was notorious for helping a brothel to traffic people. With a ruthless shot, he is really a rare master criminal.

As soon as this news came out, the first reaction of a school lieutenant surnamed Jin was: Tsk, even the pimps in the red-light district are so arrogant these days, this civil servant really can't be fooled.

The first reaction of the officials in Kaifeng Mansion was: Immediately list the large and small brothels in Bianliang City as targets of severe crackdown!

Afterwards, Kaifeng Mansion put forward the combat policy of "a small sweep every three days and a big sweep every five days" for brothels and brothels on the grounds of hunting down criminals. Many brothels in the capital have closed down one after another, and the incidence of human trafficking cases has plummeted, making outstanding contributions to the task of fighting pornography and illegal activities...

At the same time, it also promoted the vigorous development of the brothel business in the surrounding areas of Bianjing

——Of course, this is for another story.

In short, in the sweeping anti-pornography and anti-illegal campaign, Kaifeng Bianliang ushered in the long-awaited Dragon Boat Festival.

-

At dusk, in the third class courtyard of Kaifeng Mansion, Zheng Xiaoliu bowed his back, bowed his neck and lowered his head, trembling in the bright sunset.

The person on the opposite side was dressed in blue and had a handsome face, but his face was as rigid as a steel plate, which was intimidating.

"It's past the hour of practice, where did Captain Jin go?"

"Hui, Mr. Hui Zhan, Jin, Jinqian, go, go to the street... Then, that, go, go to patrol the streets!" After stuttering for a long time, Zheng Xiaoliu finally said a complete sentence.

"Street patrol?" Zhan Zhao frowned, "Didn't you patrol the streets today?"

"Ah?!" Zheng Xiaoliu stopped talking immediately, and a pair of leopard eyes rolled around several times before she seemed to suddenly think of something, and hurriedly said, "Jin Qian and Jin Xiaowei said that it coincides with the festive season, and they are afraid of accidents, so don't worry So go on another round of inspections, Lord Zhan, please wait for a while, within an hour, Captain Jin will definitely return to the Yamen."

Hearing this, Zhan Zhao's expression softened, and he nodded, "At least I haven't forgotten my duty."

After all, he turned his head and walked out.

"Where is Master Zhan going?" Zheng Xiaoliu asked hurriedly.

"Street patrol." Zhan Zhao said as he walked.

"Oh...Master Zhan, go slowly." Zheng Xiaoliu hurriedly clasped his fists to send him off.

It wasn't until Zhan Zhao's figure disappeared outside the courtyard that Zheng Xiaoliu suddenly understood, and immediately turned pale with shock, and said in a panic, "Xun, Xun the street? Mr. Zhan is going to patrol the street? Then, wouldn't that mean that we will meet Jin Qian?! It's over, It's over, if Master Zhan sees Jin Qian..."

Zheng Xiaoliu's face turned pale, and he rushed to the Confucian Courtyard: "Mr. Gongsun, Mr. Gongsun, something is wrong!"

Besides, when Zhan Zhao came out of Kaifeng Mansion, he walked towards the streets of the city on weekdays. He had just walked less than a hundred steps when he met several aunts carrying baskets.

When they saw Zhan Zhao, they were overjoyed, and kept saying hello:

"Master Zhan, are you going to patrol the streets?"

"Yes." Zhan Zhao nodded with a smile.

"Master Zhan, have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet..." Zhan Zhao continued to smile.

"Ah, how can it be done? What should I do if I am so hungry? Take these rice dumplings and give Mr. Bao a taste."

"Eh? This..."

"What's the matter? Could it be that Mr. Zhan dislikes my zongzi?"

"No, Zhan didn't..."

"If you don't have it, it's fine, take it!"

"..."

"And these few salted duck eggs, take them too!"

"Exhibition..."

"Okay, this child, why are you so stubborn, just hold it if you tell me, or you won't give my wife face."

"..."

After a while of rushing around, several aunts looked at Zhan Zhao with a bunch of rice dumplings in one hand and a basket of salted duck eggs in the other with a wry smile on his face, nodded in satisfaction and said: "This is like a festival." Son!"

The other aunt glanced at the saber in Zhan Zhao's hand from the corner of her eye, and said with a smile, "Master Zhan's sword seems to be quite new in color."

Zhan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, looked at the giant lock in his hand, couldn't help but smiled wryly and said, "I just put it on this morning."

"Oh——" several aunts nodded thoughtfully, and said in unison, "That's good, that's good..."

"what?"

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Zhan, you are busy, let's go, go..."

After all, he left like a gust of wind.

Zhan Zhao looked at the zongzi and duck eggs in his hands, sighed softly, and was about to turn around and go back to the office, but looked up at the sky, sighed again, and continued walking forward with the zongzi and duck eggs.

But I walked less than a hundred steps——

"Master Zhan, this is my rice dumpling, try it!"

"Zhan already has..."

"Could it be that Mr. Zhan can eat rice dumplings from other families, but can't eat rice dumplings from my family?"

"Uncle, Zhan doesn't have..."

"If Mr. Zhan doesn't accept it, he won't give me face as an old man!"

"..."

"Haha, that's right! Mr. Zhan's sword tassel is in a good color!"

"Just changed it this morning."

"Haha, that's good, that's good!"

"..."

Along the way, this scene was repeated several times, and what made Zhan Zhao very puzzled was why everyone had to ask the spike on his sword at the end...

When Zhan Zhao came to the market that Jin Qian likes to visit on weekdays, he already had twenty catties of rice dumplings and three baskets of duck eggs in his hands. Fortunately, Nan Xia was very skilled, so he still walked like the wind and looked like a spring breeze—until I saw the figure standing on the wooden table in the middle of the crowd in the center of the market, with his hands raised high, and his voice was like a bell.

"Don't miss it when you pass by! The only one in the Song Dynasty, the only one in Kaifeng, the first four ranks of the imperial guards with swords, and the title of 'Royal Cat' personally awarded by the emperor of the dynasty, the famous 'Nan Xia' Zhan Zhao is close to the giant sword sword The 'Baisuo' made by Sui was consecrated by Mr. Bao of Kaifeng Prefecture, and compiled by Mr. Gongsun himself. It will absolutely ward off evil spirits and keep the house safe and secure. It costs 25 Wen a piece, and the quantity is limited, so buy it early!"

The surrounding people looted and looted fiercely.

"What do you old man want to grab from our old ladies?"

"What's the matter, old men? That's Mr. Zhan's sword spike, if you don't grab it, it will be gone!"

"Let me first, let me first!"

"Why? I came first!"

……

Zhan Zhao stood on the edge of the crowd, his handsome face was already darkened by half.

"Baisuo"? !Jian Sui! !

No wonder, no wonder!

No wonder my Jiansui has been disappearing inexplicably in the past half month!

No wonder the people I meet along the way always ask about my Jiansui!

No wonder this Jinqian smiled strangely when he saw him these few days!

good!good! !good! ! !

Zhan Zhao squinted his eyes, sank into his dantian, and a long cry resounded through the market:

"Jin Qian—"

All of a sudden, the market was dead silent, which means "birds fly away in thousands of mountains, and people disappear in thousands of paths".

Jin Qian maintained the posture of stepping on the wooden table, collecting money with one hand, and delivering goods with the other hand, staring blankly at the red figure striding through the passage unknowingly, many people exuding obvious anger, and felt that his jaw was smashed The urge to pierce the crust.

"Zhan, Mr. Zhan?!"

Zhan Zhao slowly put down the zongzi and duck eggs in his hands, held the sword in his arms, looked at Jin Qian coldly, and said nothing.

Jin Qian began to tremble all over, with several streams of cold sweat pouring down from the top of his head, his facial expression was distorted, and the muscles in his hands were convulsed: "Zhan, Zhan..."

"Uncle Zhan..." Suddenly, a tender voice came in, and a five or six-year-old bald boy ran to Zhan Zhao's side at some point, holding Zhan Zhao's clothes with both hands, slurring his words, "Xiaoxiao wants to be a hero, Xiaoxiao wants to be like his uncle."

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but startled.

A middle-aged man broke through the crowd and ran over, picked up the boy, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, children are ignorant, Mr. Zhan, please don't take offense."

After speaking, she was ready to leave with the boy in her arms.

Unexpectedly, the little boy grabbed Zhan Zhao's sleeves tightly with both hands, crying loudly:

"Xiaoxiao wants colorful thread, Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao wants to be a hero..."

"Master Zhan..." The middle-aged man was sweating profusely.

Zhan Zhao was slightly embarrassed, with a look of bewilderment.

"Master Zhan." A slender hand handed over a "Baisuo", and Jin Qian looked at Zhan Zhao with a flattering face, "Please use it."

Zhan Zhao glanced at Jin Qian, paused, took the "Baisuo", lightly tied it on the little boy's chubby wrist, touched the little boy's head and said, "I'll be a hero from now on."

The little boy broke through his tears and laughed: "A little boy becomes a hero."

Zhan Zhao touched the little boy's head again, and smiled slightly.

Under the light of the sun, Zhan Zhao's long eyelashes curled up with a touch of golden light, and the trembling shadows shone with gold, gradually charming his eyes; his thin lips gently curled up with a spring color, and the faint fragrance floated, intoxicating the mind.

Jin Qian dared to swear to Chairman Mao that he definitely saw a lot of pink bubbles circling and rising in the crowd.

I don't know who it is, and suddenly shouted:

"Master Zhan is here to give away 'Baisuo'!"

Immediately afterwards, the entire market was heard to be covered by cheers.

Jin Qian clucked his tongue secretly: The popularity of this cat is getting more and more exaggerated...

Zhan Zhao was obviously taken aback by the cheers. He was taken aback for a while, then looked around, and saw that the people around him were excited and embarrassed. He took two steps back without realizing it. With this retreat, he just retreated to Jin Qian's side.

Jin Qian leaned forward slightly, and whispered: "Master Zhan, you have also seen it. In this situation, if this 'Baisuo' is not sold, it may cause public anger—"

Zhan Zhao moved, glanced at Jin Qian, turned his head again, remained silent for a long while, then sighed lightly, and nodded.

At this moment, Jin Qian seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood. He rushed up to the wooden table and shouted loudly: "Now you only need to pay [-] Wen, and you can get a 'Baisuo' from Mr. Zhan himself!"

This voice, like stabbing a hornet's nest, made the people who were already very excited even more excited. They rushed up and almost knocked Jin Qian's table over, scaring Jin Qian to jump off the table to maintain order: " Line up, line up, those who don’t line up don’t sell!”

This sentence took effect immediately, and all the people immediately lined up in a long line, with Jinqian and Zhan Zhao as the center, forming a large mosquito coil with a radius of several feet.

It went well after that.

The common people received the "baisuo" in a very orderly manner, and Zhan Zhao was very cooperative in sending out the "baisuo". Except for someone who always felt that his back was getting colder and colder when he received soft money, everything was harmonious. The whole scene was comparable to The modern popular idol signing event came to an end in a harmonious atmosphere.

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At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the moon reflects the willow twigs.

On the sparsely populated market, two figures walked slowly towards the Kaifeng government office.The person walking forward, wearing a jade belt and red clothes, has a straight body, with a touch of bright yellow swaying slightly with the sword in his hand, which adds to the freehand brushwork; while the person walking behind drags a few strings of rice dumplings in his left hand, and hangs three baskets of duck eggs on his right arm. Sluggish, hunchbacked and stooped, it is really unsightly.

Seeing this person, he was obviously too tired to straighten his waist, but he was still chattering and frothing: "Master Zhan is a lesson! This Kaifeng Mansion