The sun is high.
Zhou Dagu went out of the inner hall of the Prefectural Mufu.
As soon as he arrived in the front yard, he heard a familiar voice.
"Brother concierge, please, let me in! My father is a Tongzhi, and he is in your prefectural Mufu government office. I really have something to do!"
The seventh-grade official of the prime minister's concierge.
In the Zhou Mu Mansion, the troubled Yang Dezu really didn't dare to make a loud noise. The entire Qingxue Mansion knew that half of the officials in Xiangzhou would be replaced when the Zhou Mu took office.
You must know that for lower-level officials, it doesn't matter if they change, but if they change too much, it will slap the people above them in the face.
If it were someone else, he would have received the imperial edict from Kyoto to hold him accountable long ago, but he would go to Du Zhoumu's place, and nothing would happen.
At that time, the Shangguan of Qingxue Mansion understood one thing. Du Zhoumu could not be provoked. He would not listen in secret, but he had to obey openly.
Yang Dezu kept pleading: "Brother concierge, my name is Yang Dezu, you know, I am very rich!"
"It doesn't matter if you don't let me in. As long as you go in and inform me, it's okay to let my father come out." He had malicious intentions, and he had already thought about it, and when he got out, he would let the Tiger Gang knock on the dead concierge's back.
The concierge shook his head and refused helplessly: "Young Master Yang, please don't make trouble. I was here early in the morning. Yang Tongzhi did not enter the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion!"
"But my servants can see it clearly. They say that my father is obviously coming to the Prefectural Mufu!"
The concierge's eyes were somewhat mocking: "It's possible that you didn't enter through my door. You know that the Zhou Mu Mansion has many doors just like your Qingxue Mansion!"
"My door is only for receiving guests. If he enters through other doors, I will definitely not see him!"
Yang Dezu seemed to have thought of something. He roared angrily in order to bluff: "You dare to talk nonsense, little concierge, I have given you enough face!"
"Don't let me in!" The golden light reappeared in Yang Dezu's hand, and a long whip danced in the air, like half a snake.
"Master Yang, are you planning to use force in Zaizhou Mufu?" Zhou Dagu's voice came from behind him, and his talented voice woke up Yang Dezu.
The whip fell to the ground, and he looked panicked. What happened in the small building in the south of the city had made his brain unable to think. He couldn't figure out where the money in his dozen warehouses went.
If you want to take away your own money in a short time, it will take half the carriage of Qingxue Mansion, unless it is done by some experts with Xumi ability.
However, those masters would have countless amounts of money piled in front of them just by moving their hands, so how could they care about their own money?
The angry people, the lost money, and the whereabouts of his father, piled up one after another in Yang Dezu's head, causing his underdeveloped brain to completely lose the ability to think!
The whip fell to the ground, and a section of the golden handle hit his foot. The pain was clear to him.
He hurriedly bowed his head and bowed: "Thank you, brother. You came out of the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion. I wonder if you have ever seen... Zhou... Da Gu! Why are you here?!"
Yang Dezu was stunned. His brain was completely useless. It was impossible to be admitted as a scholar. It was impossible to say that he had no brain at all.
But now, what’s the difference between having it and not having it?
He couldn't figure out why a little bastard like Zhou Dagu would appear in the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion.
"Why! Why, you can go in, but I can't. My father is Yang Tongzhi, you..."
"Pa!" Yang Dezu was stunned, his angry expression frozen on his face.
He stared at Zhou Dagu, his little head filled with doubts.
Zhou Dagu said calmly: "It's not the case anymore!"
"Your father... Oh! No, you like to call me your father in a formal way!"
"I'm no longer Mr. Tongzhi!"
Yang Dezu's head hadn't turned around yet: "Impossible, you are a piece of shit..."
"Pa!" Zhou Dagu slapped him hard on the right side of his face again. He used to think that slaps in God of War dramas were cliché, but when it fell on him, he just felt.
So cool!
Zhou Dagu showed an elegant smile: "If you say that I am the son of a bad military household, I will not only slap you again, but I will also find an opportunity to kill you!"
"You dare?" Yang Dezu took a step back. These two slaps shattered the pride in his heart. He was full of fear of Zhou Dagu in front of him, but the nature of the second ancestor still made him unwilling to admit defeat.
"My father is a Tongzhi, Sima of Xiangzhou, I..."
Zhou Dagu was impatient and clasped his hands together: "I told you, it's not the case anymore!"
He looked at Yang Dezu who looked confused, slowly approached him, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to know why?"
Yang Dezu nodded heavily.
"I did it!" These three words sounded softly, but they seemed like a loud bang in Yang Dezu's heart.
He had guessed that his current situation was related to Zhou Dagu, but he couldn't figure out how a military boy could do all this.
Zhou Dagu sat directly on the stool prepared by the concierge.
The concierge, who had been mocking and indifferent just now, put a smile on his face when he faced Zhou Dagu. He held a pot of tea in his hand: "Mr. Zhou, please try, the Yuqian Longjing that the people below attacked, this year. It tastes just right!”
"You chat here, I'll go out and wait. If you need something, call me!" As a servant, I still have this point of view.
As the concierge left, Yang Dezu's waist, which he had managed to straighten, suddenly bent down.
"Do you think you are afraid of me because you have no support?" Zhou Dagu suddenly said. He didn't like this feeling of playing with people's hearts, but he was addicted to it!
The yard was empty. Du Zhoumu intentionally or unintentionally left Yang Dezu alone with Zhou Dagu to enjoy a moment of revenge.
Zhou Dagu drank tea quietly.
Yang Dezu finally gave in and crawled over with tears on his face: "Mr. Zhou, how did you do it?"
"The human heart!" Zhou Dagu explained clearly: "The human heart of those who have never been valued by you!"
He felt that there was someone standing behind the big tree in the inner hall, observing all this, and what Zhou Dagu said was also told to him.
"I used everyone's greed to help me make business!"
"You used your contempt, arrogance, and greed to take the business away from me again!"
"This greed takes root and sprouts, swells under the catalysis of gold and silver, just like... just like a water bubble. If it gets too big, it will..."
"Bang!" Zhou Dagu stretched out his left hand, like an exploding blister. He felt that he must be a villain who did bad things now.
He likes to disguise himself like this, being a good guy is too tiring!
Yang Dezu was even more confused. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why, when did you think of dealing with me?"
"Starting from...you dealing with my family!"
"I shouldn't have dealt with your family. I broke the rules. I..."
"No, this thing tells me that the hatred between you and me is difficult to resolve. If you gave me a chance to be a dog, you and I would not be like this! You made me understand that I must die, but I really don't want to died!"
"So I'm sorry, I can only kill you!" Zhou Dagu stood up and put the small teapot on the chair.
"You don't understand! There are many enemies when you are an official! Is it really only your father who wants such an important position as Sima? I just made a small effort!"
"Do you understand now why Lu Tongpan never recommended the left prime minister to your father?"
Zhou Dagu patted Yang Dezu on the shoulder: "The water in Qingxue Mansion is too deep, you can't control it!"
He lowered his head, approached Yang Dezu's ear and whispered softly: "Do you know what is the biggest wrong thing you have done?"
Yang Dezu shook his head helplessly.
"You shouldn't lie down. If you still act like a brainless fool, I will let you go to show my conscience. But it's because you have a brain!"
"Get ready to run! Unlike you, I like to play with prey. I'm going to strike, and that's today. Don't guess, I can't even guess who I arranged to strike at you!"
Zhou Dagu patted him twice on the shoulder, turned into the handsome young man again, and smiled at the concierge: "The tea is good, thank you very much!"
He walked out the door.
Yang Dezu collapsed on the ground: "What should I do? What should I do? How could it be possible!"
His hands were weak on the ground, and his body was too weak to stand up. He wanted to hold on to the pillar to stand up, but when he bent down, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
He opened his mouth and spit out yellow bile in his hand.
"Bang!" Yang Dezu sat on the ground with his eyes wide open, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The concierge shouted: "Outside, take your young master back quickly. I will come to clean you now. Isn't it because he peed? It really makes me suffer!"
"I shouldn't have let you in!"
The servants of the Yang family carried Yang Dezu out of the Prefecture Mufu with all their hands.
The Tigers looked at him so anxiously: "What should we do! Do we need to go find a doctor?"
"You have money, and all my money is in investment banks!"
"Damn it, so is my money. If the Yang family is like this now, can they still pay us back?"
"It can't be done!"
Five or six members of the Tiger Gang and the Yang family guards looked at each other.
"or……?"
The six of them took action and carried Yang Dezu into the alley.
Several people squatted down and groped him.
"You bullshit young master, you don't have any money!"
"I have one thousand taels and a piece of jade!"
"bring here!"
"If you want to keep it all to yourself, let's split it up!"
"Okay, give me the jade, I'm a warrior, I don't want the money!"
Yang Dezu was lying on the ground in pain. He opened his eyes vaguely and saw a few people. He stretched out his hand: "Take me to a doctor!"
Several people looked at each other and lowered their heads: "What should he do?"
"The Yang family is gone, are we still afraid of him?"
"What if! When I was at the Yang family, I heard that they were related to the general. What if..."
Several people squatted down again with fierce looks in their eyes. Yang Dezu stretched out his hand and scratched everywhere. He grabbed the waist flesh of the person next to him and squeezed hard.
The man burst into tears and refused to let go of the hand that was squeezing his neck: "Damn it, don't blame us. When you have trouble on weekdays, you just beat me up and force me to steal someone else's daughter for you!"
"I want to be a good person, but you don't give me a chance. You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
"If you go to the Lord of Hell, you deserve to die!"
It's getting brighter and brighter.
The sun sets in the west.
At the side door of the alley, a prison cart was pushed out, with a middle-aged scholar in green robe sitting on it.
The martial artist on horseback clasped his fist at him: "Master Yang, don't blame us, your young master did such a bad job. No one involved can escape!"
"Zhou Mu originally sent a note saying that it was you who harmed the people and failed in doing things!"
"The note from the Left Prime Minister is going to convict you of the death penalty for rebellion!"
"Don't worry, Zhou Mu has already sent a note to Kyoto through Guan Tongjin. The general will protect you at the left minister's house. I'll take you to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and we'll be done with it. Don't blame me!"
The scholar snorted coldly: "Is this what he asked you to say?"
"Du Zimei, you are such a clever strategist. You actually used this to force me to step down. When I go to my adoptive father, I will put in a good word for him!"
"Baichang, let's go! I just lost temporarily in the struggle between Zuo Xiang and Du Zimei. I will be back!"
The leader waved and the team moved forward.
There was wind at the intersection. He looked up through the wind and suddenly saw a figure on the ground.
"Who is that?"
The leading soldier turned over the body of the man on the ground.
The stubborn scholar in the prison car shouted miserably: "My son, my son! How could it be possible?"
