Then, at the residence of one of Kingo’s Six Street Envoys. He had been relieved of his temporary duties and dismissed most of his subordinates, leaving only a few empty inner rooms with scattered documents on the ground.
Standing in front of a large gold-painted tiger-patterned wall sculpture representing the left and right Jinwu armies, Zuo Duyuan Zhou Bangyan, who had straight beard and hair and was meticulous, turned his back to the visitor and sighed in a deep voice:
"Have you really decided?"
"Teacher please help me."
Guo Chongtao, the inspector's censor, whose eyes were bloodshot due to severe stimulation and lack of good rest, but who looked particularly excited and energetic, bowed and said:
"At this point, you can escape unscathed; even if you are involved, it is only a small fault. You only need to be punished and stay at home for a few months."
Zhou Bangyan didn’t even look back:
"What happens next is too important, and you are no longer in your current position to be able to participate."
"If my prediction is correct, the imperial court will soon order the Tingwei (Dali Temple), the Ministry of Punishment, and the Taiyuan, not to mention the junior third department, to handle the case. If you are still involved, then everything will be out of your control. "
"Teacher! Those are eleven lives, eleven lives sent out by my hands!"
But Guo Chongtao, like an ember that was about to burn out, squeezed his boxer and hissed:
"I can't let it go, I really can't let it go! Can it be said that the Jinwu Guards, the Procuratorate and the Guannai Governor's House can let it go and endure it?"
"Then you know? Now it's not about four families, but five families."
Zhou Bangyan spoke up again:
"The remains of the missing twelfth person have just been found; therefore, the Engineering Department of the Cardinal's fifth room has submitted a letter requesting involvement."
He paused and asked again:
"Despite this lineup, do you still insist on continuing the investigation?"
"Teacher, please make it happen!"
After hearing this, Guo Chongtao repeated more firmly:
"In this case, I can't stop you."
When Zhou Bangyan heard this, his back suddenly stooped a little, and then he said again:
"By the way, your senior brother Wei has been diagnosed with illness by his family and is recuperating at home. I have recommended that you be temporarily assigned the duty of patrol in Nancheng, and I will send you a copy of the document. I also ordered you to continue to investigate Sansefang, and have kidnapped and trafficked children for many years. follow-up matters.”
"Thank you teacher for making it possible!"
Guo Chongtao then raised his head, cheered up and hissed:
However, when Guo Chongtao, who was full of thoughts, couldn't wait to say goodbye, he left. Zhou Bangyan, who had always been expressionless, turned around and suddenly let out a long sigh.
Although this disciple whom I had once been optimistic about was from a small family with a humble background, he was a promising rookie choice among the Keban sect, which was regarded as a member of the common people. Not only is he sufficiently utilitarian and motivated, but he also knows how to adapt to priorities, and it is even rarer that he does not lose even a little bit of his ambition.
Since establishing the status of teacher and student, he has been silently watching how far the other party can go and what changes he can bring to the somewhat frustrated Yushi Palace. Now, because of the temporary unease, I have fallen into such a big pit without any hesitation. I don't know if I can still struggle out.
However, in the self-contained calmness, the Tufang is almost unaffected and unaffected by the outside world.
Facing Jiang Tian's regular Buddhist daily routine, which attracted secret prying eyes and attention, some people couldn't help but feel relieved secretly, while others were dissatisfied.
"So, you arranged him in Happy Street?"
Murong Wu, the jailer in black who came again, said in disbelief:
"He actually resisted the temptation and just hid in the dormitory all day reading and copying? In addition to just asking people to collect documents, even the daily dealings with people were left to others?"
"That's it. What can you do if you call me?"
Chen Guanshui, who was still lazily supervising the military academy, was leaning on a bamboo raft and said boringly.
"It seems that people regard this place as a pure place to meditate and study; but it is quite similar to the people in the world of mortals who refine their minds and practice in the market."
Then, he suddenly stood up and said interestingly:
"Old Goose, do you still need me to find some people to try the water?"
"no."
Murong Wu frowned without hesitation:
"In that case, I will also send you a message, Old Goose."
Chen Guanshui curled his lips in displeasure, stretched out his legs and hugged his head again and lay on the bamboo rafter and said:
"I heard, just heard, that at Zuo Yasi, who is in charge of Wuhou Wuhou in Shisanpu, East District, someone asked him to raise his hand at the right time, so that when his subordinates are dispatched, he can be slowed down a little."
"knew."
However, Murong Wu also replied expressionlessly:
Of course, for Jiang Tian, who was still unaware of anything; in the Youtufang where amnesty officers and petty criminals gathered, as long as they were willing to spend money to go out, not to mention the daily enjoyment of sensuality, even the outside world News and changes in wind direction also remain relatively synchronized.
However, after spending several days pondering and researching, Jiang Tian discovered that when the senior time traveler was in power. I have almost copied most of the classic poems in history that are familiar to me or have been published on the Internet.
Then, in this era, there were also many literary works, including the four major classics, that were transformed into different versions; there were even white operas similar to those performed in later stage plays, which almost performed the jokes of opera and literature.
Even the fields of novels such as martial arts and supernatural works, and even the so-called boudoir literature that is popular with the traditional public, have not been spared by him. As the saying goes, it is the ultimate to follow your own path and leave others who come after you with nowhere to go.
But as a time-traveler who holds the power of the world and affects the destiny of an entire era, if you copy classic pornographic novels such as "X Ping Mei", "X Futon" and "The Mad Woman", will you lose your dignity and your status? Woolen cloth? .
Therefore, the good news is that in this era, there has been a certain degree of widespread acceptance and psychological tolerance for many works of later generations, including literature and folk arts. However, in the highly developed entertainment industry in the capital, good scripts are hard to come by at a high price.
But the bad news is that at this moment, Jiang Tian relied on the common sense of later generations. It is easy to make up a joke, but it seems a bit difficult to write something refreshing.
Therefore, it seems that in a short period of time, Jiang Tian can only slowly grasp and understand the style of this era and some things that need attention based on the strange books and old and new manuscripts that can be found at the moment.
It wasn't until Jiang Tian saw Fan Shishi, who had also had a haircut and shaved his face, that he had a completely new look, and sent him a stack of newly collected manuscripts; Jiang Tian suddenly had an idea in his heart. But I remembered a certain Santa Claus "I want it all" joke on the Internet, and it seemed that it could be used as material for the script.
However, after several days of repairs and ventilation, Jiang Tian was finally able to move in for the first night in the creaking small building. After dark, he felt that it was completely different from the peaceful neighbors during the day. the other side of.
Because, from the night breeze that spreads in all directions outside the window on the roof, there are all kinds of noises and hustle and bustle; it shows that the nightlife in this disciple's house, where the curfew is not strictly enforced, is richer and more lively than in the normal city outside.
The so-called Happy Street only really lives up to its name at night; suddenly there are many people: drunkards running around, prostitutes and prostitutes showing off customers, and lights and smoke swaying all over the street. The atmosphere is filled with open-air restaurants, stalls, and wandering vendors selling goods everywhere.
Even after the commotion reached late at night, there were still sounds from time to time on the roofs of distant buildings, the sounds of people stepping on tiles and roof ridges; and then from time to time, there were roars, yells and curses of people who were disturbed from their dreams, or good things in the room; Listening to the roaring and roaring sounds of chasing and running on the streets.
Sometimes, the shouting and cursing on the streets will suddenly turn into the sound of rapid and fierce disputes and fights; or even fleeting screams and whines, cries and begging; but soon it will turn into Being submerged in the hustle and bustle of the night market that I have long been accustomed to.
And if Jiang Tian, who is reading a book all night long, occasionally opens the window to get some air, he will sometimes see a fire starting up among the lights that look like stars in the evening, and then turn into the sound of violent gong beating. There was a lot of banging and clanging and people coming and going to put out the fire.
Just on an ordinary night when I came here, it was so bizarre and lively. Could it be that this place shouldn't be called Youtufang, but an ancient version of "Gotham City with simple folk customs" and "Aka with outstanding people" in different time and space? Are there two sides of the same person?
