Leng Linjiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Boss Huo, do you know that you are so greedy?"
Huo Hanshan chuckled: "If Mr. Fu Qing knew there was fish to eat, he would probably run faster than me."
Leng Linjiang imitated Hou Fuqing's pedantic behavior, pretending to twist his beard with one hand and holding chopsticks with the other, and nodded slowly: "Yes, we both love the perch fat after extra meals, and still pity the ripe sugar cane after sobering up. It's wonderful."
Huo Hanshan laughed, his smile gradually solidified, and in an instant he became solemn: "Your Excellency, the Minister of the Government, told us to be alert when we come, and if we get through today peacefully, the days to come will be easier."
The three people nodded hurriedly, and it was almost noon. Only when the fire sign was safely landed could they put their hearts in their stomachs.
Don't you have to be more vigilant? This year is not going well, so there will be less spring blessings. Now the Saint of Autumn Jue has beheaded many people, and he is obviously not in a good mood. If there are a few people who are not afraid of death to rob the execution ground, then Don’t even think about this year’s gift.
Yao Yao secretly sighed, in his previous life, if he didn't do his job well, he would be dismissed from his job at most, but in this era, if he didn't do his job well, he would lose his head. This is such a sad thing.
"Don't worry, Ah Yao is the most reliable, and nothing ever goes wrong." Leng Linjiang pointed in the crowd: "Look, this, that, and that one are all Ah Yao's people. They’re all watching.”
Huo Hanshan nodded: "By the way, Linjiang, have you met the new Major Envoy of the Internal Security Department?"
"Han Changmu?" Leng Linjiang was slightly startled: "I heard from Old Liu that Old Han had great political achievements in Jiannan Road. Why, did he really join the Department of Internal Security? This kid didn't even say hello when he arrived in Chang'an, so I could help him. To catch the wind and wash away the dust, a table of good flowers and wine in Pingkangfang is indispensable." There was a familiar tone in the words, and it seemed that the two people were really familiar with each other.
How could Huo Hanshan dare to say that Han Changmu caught the scandal in his family? He just nodded: "Yesterday, Young Ambassador Han came to Dali Temple to change his name. I saw it. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm stuck in a mud pit." He smacked his lips and said, "There are many people in the Internal Security Department, and Major Ambassador Han has just arrived, so he must be very busy."
Of course he is busy. What kind of place is the Department of Internal Health? It is the eyes and ears of the saint, watching the officials and listening to the public opinion for the saint.
To put it more simply, it is the CIA of the United States and the KGB of the Soviet Union, comparable to the Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty.
Every time he heard about the Department of Internal Security, Yao Yao always thought of the TV series Detective Di Renjie he had watched. The Department of Internal Security in this era that was not recorded in history books was similar to the Plum Blossom Internal Security in the TV series.
Although the plum blossom inner guard in the TV series is fictional, his scheming methods come from bloody history books.
She had stayed in the Jinwu Guards for several years and had the honor to see the power of the Internal Guards. The tricks and scheming of the Department were beyond the control of ordinary people. It seemed that this Major Ambassador Han was not only good-looking, but also had a darker mind. .
She clicked her tongue and decided to stay away from the Department of Internal Health, lest she drink too much one day, reveal her treacherous thoughts and end up dead.
A gust of wind passed by, and a senior official in a scarlet robe walked through the wind, his gold belt dazzling, and the wind carried a thin layer of dust.
Yao Yao couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his body shape, he was definitely a stranger. I'm afraid it wasn't because Cao Cao had arrived, and there were so many officials of the fourth rank, so he had better hurry up.
She hurriedly raised her hands and said, "Huo Shaoqing, Leng Shaoyin, please chat slowly while we go on a humble inspection."
Before the two of them came to their senses, Yao Yao had already disappeared without a trace.
Leng Linjiang looked back and saw that it was the newly baked, fresh and hot Major Envoy Han Changmu of the Department of Internal Health. He couldn't help but sneer: "Ah Yao has done so many bad things to be so afraid of people from the Department of Internal Health."
Huo Hanshan asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid? Oh, yes, you are not afraid. You and Young Ambassador Han are Jinshi in the same discipline, and we are aunts and cousins. If we were afraid of this friendship, we would be so scared that we peed our pants."
Leng Linjiang smiled and looked at the handsome young man walking out of the autumn wind. Sure enough, he had not seen him for six years and he was getting more and more handsome.
Chang'an City, East Palace.
The prince is a cheap prince who got it for free, and the donggong is also a cheap dongong who got it for free.
This mansion was the residence of the short-lived prince who died early in the previous dynasty. Although it was a bit unlucky, the prince had no choice but to move in because of its grandeur.
Xie Mengxia, the prodigal son of the world, the former Crown Prince of Yan, and now the Crown Prince, was sitting under the eaves of the corridor, with two beautiful maids behind him slowly shaking their fans.
And he slightly squinted his eyes, touched the beauty's face with one hand, and beat time to the tune with the other hand, maintaining his debauchery.
As for the prince, his reincarnation was first-rate, but his luck was a bit worse.
The biological mother was the original wife of the current saint, but she died when the saint was still King Yan, and the prince did not get any glory.
Although he was the eldest son, he was surpassed by the later second eldest child, Xie Huiming. Unexpectedly, his biological mother was favored and became the step princess.
Fortunately, Xie Mengxia had a big heart and was content with not being reused. He took the title of Crown Prince of Yan and devoted himself to being the cruel, perverse, drunken and lascivious playboy he was known to the world to be.
Who would have thought that in these chaotic days of living and drinking for more than ten or twenty years, when his own father wore a yellow robe, he would also get some glory.
In the first year of Yong'an, when the saint ascended the throne, Xie Mengxia was protected by Jiang Shen and Jiang Xianggong of Zhongshu Province. A fresh and warm crown prince's hat hit him on the forehead with a bang, causing him to faint for a long time.
This is really a fate worse than fate. He devoted himself to the country and the people, worked conscientiously and diligently, and Xie Huiming, who was waiting to be crown prince, was granted the title of King of Qin, while the prodigal son who the world said should be expelled from the family became the crown prince.
Upon hearing this decree, King Xie Huiming of Qin fell down in anger, and everyone shook their heads and sighed. They could not be rich for more than three generations, and they were afraid that the Jing Dynasty would be hopeless.
Xie Mengxia's appearance is very good, her grace is handsome, even more beautiful than the beauty, attracting countless beauties to bend over.
But to govern a country and the world, it is absolutely impossible to rely on face. When foreign enemies come over, they will never withdraw their troops because he has a face that will bring disaster to the country and bring disaster to the country. If they can't save it, they will still look at his face. , who wanted to be brought into the palace, so he fought harder.
The singing and dancing of orioles in front of the court was very lively. Zheyun hurriedly passed through the court, bent close to the ear of the prince, and shouted: "Your Highness."
This voice startled Xie Mengxia, and he slapped Zheyun on the forehead with his hand, laughing and scolding: "Why are you shouting? I am not deaf."
Zheyun said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness."
Xie Mengxia slapped Zheyun on the forehead again: "Why are you pretending to be a ghost? If you have something to say, just say it. If you have anything to say, let it go."
Zheyun smiled coquettishly, glanced at the many girls, and hesitated to speak, it was very difficult to endure.
Xie Mengxia waved to the man in front who was playing the huqin. The man trotted over with a smile on his face. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Xiao Liuzi, what kind of things are you, can't you pick on some young people?" Can you send something beautiful over here? Gungun, give me something beautiful tomorrow, otherwise I won’t give you the money.”
The man trembled, apologized again and again, nodded and bowed, and led the many singers and dancers to retreat.
Zheyun then came close to the prince's ear, lowered his eyebrows and said a few words.
Xie Mengxia's eyes lit up, he nodded slightly and said, "Seriously." He turned his head and caught a glimpse of a shadow behind the hanging flower door. He laughed wildly: "Seriously, are there any female relatives who lost their heads this afternoon?"
Zheyun nodded repeatedly: "Isn't that right? The saint has been very angry recently, and these female relatives are also unlucky. There are also girls who have just grown hair, and are not the kind that others have, I heard they all look pretty good."
Xie Mengxia patted Zheyun's head hard and said with an approving smile: "You monkey boy, yes, yes, you understand Gu's thoughts best. Let's go and take a look, see if any of those girls are outstandingly beautiful." , I will reward you with whatever is left."
Zheyun knelt down and kowtowed like a dog, and said happily: "I thank you, Your Highness, for the reward."
"Okay, okay, don't kneel down. Go and bring Fengchi over. Today, your master is going to ride on the street." The prince straightened his clothes and laughed brightly.
Zheyun trembled and said: "Your Highness, this one is riding a horse down the street. This one is too showy."
Xie Mengxia raised her long eyebrows and chuckled disdainfully: "Are you the prince?"
Zheyun didn't understand what he meant and nodded: "Yes, yes."
"In addition to my father, there is no one greater than Gu in this Jing Dynasty."
"No, no more."
"Then hurry up and get the horses." Xie Mengxia kicked Zheyun moderately and scolded: "Get a spacious carriage, no, two, the kind that can hold many, many beauties."
"Hey, okay." Zheyun staggered and ran away with cold sweat on his forehead.
Xie Mengxia triumphantly hummed the tune just now and staggered out of the house. Seeing that his servants were waiting for horses outside the door, he immediately got on the horse and said something to the horse's ear. He snorted, neighed again, and left.
The bright red horses and the prince's red clothes blended together, burning towards the sky like a ball of flame.
Zheyun hurriedly got on his horse and chased after them, not forgetting to turn around and say hello to the three carriages behind him: "Follow me, hurry up."
The sun slowly moved away, making everything everywhere very hot. Although it was already the beginning of autumn, autumn tigers are really powerful.
Yao Yao walked back and forth along the long street outside the execution ground, with her hands behind her back. The long sword tassel trembled with her steps, like an unruly tail.
She silently dealt with several unfinished criminal cases, most of which were committed by petty thieves. After spending several years in Jingzhao Mansion, her biggest feeling was that this world was too harsh on thieves, and the slightest spanking would cause her to blossom, or chop her into pieces. Their hands and feet would be chopped off, or in severe cases they would be imprisoned and imprisoned, or their heads would be beheaded and they would die. In comparison, the era of my previous life was really very tolerant of thieves.
