He let out a low, sharp voice.
The wind drifted and said: "Okay, please step back."
With a pop, the lights went out, and smoke curled up.
The two people left one after the other. One walked along the Thousand-Step Corridor into the dimly lit inner garden, and the other walked through the Jiayou Gate into the lifeless Yeting Palace.
Early the next morning, as soon as the gate of the square was opened, the people noticed something was wrong.
There is an extra imperial list on the bulletin board at the entrance of the square, and there are two more square men next to the imperial list.
"The eclipse of the sun is ominous, and disasters come from the sky. The prince loses his virtue and is deposed as the king of Han. The king of Qin manages the government and supervises the country on his behalf."
Yao Yao squeezed in the bustling crowd and looked at the imperial list posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the square. He shook his head. The prince has been deposed again.
The imperial list was written strangely. It did not mention anything about the prince robbing a condemned prisoner into the palace. It only said that the solar eclipse was ominous and that the prince had lost his moral character.
A solar eclipse is a celestial phenomenon, and whether it is auspicious or auspicious depends entirely on people's opinions. If it is not the case, it will be auspicious today, but it will be auspicious tomorrow.
Everyone knew that the prince was immoral, but he was vague about it.
The prince's immorality was obviously just a foil for the ominous eclipse. He was deposed in order to appease God's anger. When God calmed down, the prince would still be the same prince.
This decree was clearly a tai chi, leaving room for the prince's future restoration.
This unlucky prince, whether he has been abolished or established, is somewhat like the unlucky prince during the Kangxi period.
It's just that at that time, the nine kings were fighting over each other, and the fight was fierce. Now it's two tigers fighting each other. The other tigers pretend to be sick and watch, hoping to have a snipe and clam fight, and the fisherman will benefit.
If the city of Chang'an is not peaceful, it will not be easy for these officials in the capital to do their jobs.
Yao Yao took a fierce bite of the biscuit. As soon as he walked into the gate of the Jingzhao Mansion Office, he saw He Denglou coming up to her in a hurry and taking the reins from her hand: "Boss Yao, Mr. Fu Yin is looking for you."
"What kind of expression are you looking at?" Yao Yao looked puzzled as he looked at He Denglu frowning with a lawsuit on his forehead.
"Master Fu Yin has a bad look on his face. He looks a little angry." He climbed the stairs and said.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows, looking unhappy and a little angry. What's strange about this? Ever since the god Leng Linjiang came to Jingzhao Mansion, Liu Fuyin had never looked better or been happier.
However, could it be that it was as she thought just now that it was difficult for Jing Guan'er to do his job, so he was the first to take action on Jing Zhaofu Yin.
She shook her head, stuffed the remaining biscuits into He Denglu's hand, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and walked over quickly.
"What? I want to humble myself and follow him to Yumen Pass, with that, that Jade-faced Yama." Yao Yao slapped the table and shouted with widened almond eyes.
He shook his hand, but the force was too great, and his palms were numb and painful.
Liu Fuyin took the lid of the cup and slowly scraped off the foam, and took a sip: "Ah Yao, this is a good thing, it's done, but if you want to become famous, you may become a seventh-grade person." Sixth grade, of course the salary will also go up."
Promotion and salary increase are indeed a good thing, but if it doesn't work well, it is said that wealth can only be found in danger, so you have to live to enjoy wealth.
Yao Yao hesitated: "Then, what if it doesn't work out."
Liu Fuyin raised his eyelids and said: "Then, the seventh grade will become no grade."
Good guy, how can this be wealth? This is clearly a pit of fire.
She worked hard to get from No. 1 to No. 7. Is it easy? It would be impossible to return to her original shape after just one errand.
Yao Yao leaned over with a smile on his face and said: "Master Fu Yin, I am humbled by my position and have a discussion with you. How about someone else."
Liu Fuyin slowly shook his head: "This is a secret order. The Department of Internal Security is ordered to select people to handle the case. Ah Yao, you think your head is too long and you want to remove a few."
"..." Yao Yao wanted to strangle that Han Changmu to death.
What kind of secret order was there to select people to handle the case? Han Changmu and his father-in-law just used chicken feathers as arrows. They were definitely deliberately seeking personal revenge.
This is the first thing a new official wants to do when he takes office. The first thing to do is to blame her, who has no backer. She can't even take off these little shoes.
It's true that for every dog-slaughterer who is just and cruel, the Department of Internal Security is the most ruthless.
She touched the cold back of her neck. If she didn't remove it, her head would be gone. If she removed it, maybe her dignity would be gone.
Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. This is the pedantic character of scribes.
She is a little girl, what kind of character does she want? Can she be eaten as meat or can she be used as money?
Life is of course more important than dignity. Dignity does not exist in front of life.
She gritted her teeth and nodded: "Okay, let's get ready for my humble duty."
Liu Fuyin suppressed his smile and nodded deeply: "Ah Yao, this matter is a secret order. Even Linjiang can't tell the truth. I will tell him and send you to Yang Youzi's hometown to investigate the case."
Yao Yao nodded, but he didn't care in his heart.
Mr. Fu Yin is still too stupid and naive. She disappeared with Han Changmu, Leng Linjiang will definitely have his own thoughts.
Whatever she was thinking, she couldn't think of Han Changmu eloping with her, they could only run errands together.
Just when Yao Yao was thinking about it, Liu Fuyin pushed a stack of documents to Yao Yao: "This is your Guan Ping Lu Yin."
Yao Yao opened it curiously and almost fell down in anger.
It's good to have a complete show, but she can't be transformed from a seventh-grade soldier who joins the army to the eldest maid of the Han family.
She doesn't want to lose face. Her prestige has been lost eight hundred miles away. How can she lead her men to catch bandits and fight hooligans in the future?
Yao Yao put away the documents and left with an angry face.
The Wuwei Winery in Liquanfang quietly closed its door, and a notice was posted on the door:
"The shop owner has something going on at home, so the wine shop is closed."
The notice was written without any beginning or end. It didn't say how long it would be closed, nor when it would be opened, nor did it say anything about the shopkeeper's family affairs.
The diners who came for lunch were disappointed and stopped in front of the restaurant one after another, muttering about the endless notice.
"The shopkeeper has something going on at home. What's the matter? The shopkeeper must be thirty years old."
"What Xiongtai means is that the shopkeeper has gone back to get married."
"No, no, no, a woman in her thirties must have gotten married long ago. Could it be..."
"Hiss—could it be that we should go back and catch him?"
Everyone booed, it was a pity that the shopkeeper didn't live in Chang'an City.
How could such a great excitement not happen under my nose?
Someone hesitated and said: "Last time, the shopkeeper was embarrassed by the steward of Wanfu. You all know."
"I know, I know."
Everyone nodded, and the lively scene was still fresh in their memory.
Someone else hesitated: "What Xiongtai means is that the shopkeeper has been kidnapped this time."
The diners had different opinions and imagined a grand drama of robbing people in broad daylight.
It's just that the heroine of this drama is wearing a curtain hat and sitting in a carriage. Meng Sui is dressed as a coachman, followed by several servants and servants, waiting in front of the golden gate to check the road and quote the documents.
The "Qingcheng Disciple" who often hangs out on Dongshi North Street rides a thin green donkey, with a bird cage hanging behind him and a tightly covered indigo cloth. Behind him, a young disciple carries a flag and rides on his head. The even thinner Green Donkey was also mixed in with the large number of people leaving the city.
Among the people leaving the city, a large car with three straight roofs decorated with soft gold and mud stood out particularly conspicuously, and soft and waxy laughter frequently came from under the slightly moving curtains. Outside the car were all five big and three thick men carrying knives, which made people feel frightened.
These motley caravans of travelers checked the documents noisily, wandered out of the Golden Light Gate, and headed west.
After leaving the Jinguang Gate and heading west, we walked quickly along the official road for two months. After leaving the Yumen Pass, we saw the end of the yellow sand in the Tulum Moraine, which is where people traveling to the west find gold.
Today is the fifteenth day, and he will leave for Yumen Pass in five days. After Yao Yao handed over the official business at hand, he left the Jingzhao Government Office as soon as he left the office.
She first turned to the Xinghua Building in the West Market and bought a few boxes of cakes. Then she went to the Five Flavors Wine Shop to buy two pots of golden stem dew and a portion of braised beef. She spent all the remaining salary before carrying her things and slowly I went to the main office.
At that time, the setting sun was dim, and the 108 squares of Chang'an City were rising and falling in the golden evening light.
Not long after the beginning of autumn, the autumn tiger still has its lingering power, and autumn has finally arrived.
The sycamore trees on both sides of the winding alley have yellowed leaves and are bleak in the autumn wind.
Yao Yao walked briskly and slowly under the tree, the autumn leaves silently slipped over his shoulders, and then swirled to the ground.
On the northeast corner of Wubenfang, a large house with gray tiles and white walls occupies the entire northeast corner. Lush roses climb down from the top of the wall, as green as emeralds.
The plaque hangs high, and the words "Liu Mansion" are traced with gold powder on the black background.
The brilliant afterglow fell on it, and the golden light gradually became stronger.
Yao Yao knocked lightly, and the red lacquered iron door opened a crack. The concierge saw clearly who was coming, opened the door hurriedly and said with a smile: "Miss Seven is back."
Yao Yao nodded, walked through the corridor and entered the courtyard.
"Hey, Xiao Qi is back."
"Hello, Miss Seven."
"Qi Yatou, what are you carrying?"
"Seventh sister, are you getting rich? Or do you plan to just finish this meal and buy so much?"
The greetings came one after another along the way, and Yao Yao responded with a familiarity, laughing, scolding, or kicking. Finally, he protected the boxes of cakes and two bottles of wine and entered the main hall.
It was time for dinner, and there was a pot of fragrant japonica rice porridge, a few plates of homemade pickles, and a plate of white steamed buns placed on the dining table.
Liu Shengsheng held a steamed bun and was stuffing it into his mouth. He looked up and saw Yao Yao, pointing to the opposite side with his bamboo chopsticks: "I'm back, let's eat."
In a word, it's like going home.
Isn't that just home? Yao Yao left Yeting when she was seven or eight years old, so she moved here and became the adopted daughter of Liu Shengsheng, the general of the Sixteenth Guards. She was the seventh among the six adopted brothers and became the seventh of the Sixteenth Guards. reserve army.
Among the seven of them, some were beggars on the roadside, some were sin slaves from Yeting, and some were orphans from the Salesian Bureau. They were all poor children who had to do their best to stay alive.
In the past ten years, Liu Shengsheng invited his husband to teach them reading and literacy. He said that although they had no hope of passing the imperial examination, they were sensible in reading and would not go astray.
Every day when he went to the office, Liu Shengsheng personally taught them martial arts. He said that his children, even if they were beaten, had to stand and not lie down.
Yao Yao was the only girl among the seven brothers and sisters and was weak, so Liu Shengsheng asked Li Zhong to teach her the Shadowless Silk and train her into a large spider spirit.
