It was the seventeenth day of the fifth month of the year one thousand and four in the calendar of Dafeng.
When people began to get used to the stagnant appearance of Huaidu and walked quietly in the streets in the morning, they suddenly heard a very familiar roar.
Then the next moment, the streets and alleys in the world began to sink and rise rapidly. The figures of the Siwu Demon Guards appeared on the streets, while the black-robed heavenly wardens slowly left those streets and alleys.
Gu Xiaoer had a rag hanging on his shoulder and stood at the door of the noodle shop curiously.
About today, everyone in Huaidu is looking at the city that has started to circulate again after half a month of absence.
For most people in the world, perhaps apart from the death of the Minister of War, the only major event in the story of May is the stagnation of Sophora Capital.
Perhaps there are also bizarre stories that happened in the south of the city that neither the Heavenly Prison nor the Siwu Demon Mansion have come forward to explain.
Gu Xiaoer may know a little more, but not much more.
No matter what, when he saw the streets and alleys of Huaidu changing in the morning light, he finally felt a little more stable in his heart.
After all, people like them felt a little uneasy after watching the city of Sophora City running for so many years. Suddenly one day the city stopped like this, and they didn't know how long it would last.
Gu Xiaoer had a smile on his face, put down the curtain, and walked back into the noodle shop.
At the alternating point between the rule of Maochen Heavenly Prison and the rule of Siwu Monster Clan, there were never many customers in the noodle shop.
So everyone was resting and chatting there.
Zhu Congwenzheng finished washing the dishes, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
"The Sophora japonica trees are back to normal."
Gu Xiaoer's tone and expression were full of indescribable happiness.
After the turmoil, living in the accustomed stories again brings a strong sense of peace of mind.
Zhu Congwen was not as happy as Gu Xiaoer. He just glanced out the window quietly and looked at the long streets that had been restructured. He just smiled softly and said, "It's pretty good."
For Gu Xiaoer and the others, this is naturally a very good thing.
When Huaidu suddenly stagnated, they thought that even Huaidu would be unable to settle down like other places in the world.
Although Huaidu may not be really peaceful these days.
It’s just that those things are irrelevant to most people.
At most, they could just talk over the wine table about what happened in the Siwu Demon Mansion.
The story of Chengnan cannot be hidden.
People speculated whether the Lord Attendant in a certain demon mansion was already in a state of distress - for many people, this was naturally a bit of a joy to hear, after all, that Lord was not a human being, but a demon clan.
The story between the two tribes was remembered again by the world when the fire broke out in the world.
But the scholar in the noodle shop who said he was a good person knew that the Lord Attendant might not be as worried and worried as the world imagined.
How could the person who was able to talk those things to him so calmly that night not know the reaction of the world after the Siwu Demon Mansion did those things?
Zhu Congwen stood by the window for a long time, looking at the happy pedestrians outside the window.
Gu Xiaoer came over and looked at Zhu Congwen for a long time without saying anything. He naturally knew that some stories might be over for the world, but they were far from over for this scholar.
The two stood there and watched for a long time, then someone lifted the curtain and walked in.
Gu Xiaoer turned around and asked with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, please order..."
He stopped mid-sentence.
Zhu Congwen turned his head to look strangely, with a look of surprise on his face.
The person who came was naturally not an ordinary customer who came to eat noodles. If they were ordinary people, the few people in the noodle shop probably wouldn't become so weird.
That was a civil servant.
Gu Xiaoer silently looked back at Zhu Congwen, then looked back at the official from the Ministry of Personnel, and said softly: "Is there something wrong, sir?"
The official looked around at the nervous people in the noodle shop, and then his eyes stopped on Zhu Congwen by the window.
"Zhu Congwen, a student of the 1003rd year of Xuanxu Academy?"
Zhu Congwen calmed down, bowed to the man, and said, "Yes, sir."
The man didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Let me go."
After saying this, the man turned around, raised the curtain and walked out.
Gu Xiaoer glanced at Zhu Congwen worriedly, hesitated a little, but hurriedly chased after him.
Zhu Congwen was very calm, standing by the window arranging his clothes - after all, he was washing dishes in the kitchen just now.
"I wonder if it would be convenient for the adults to reveal what happened this time?"
Gu Xiaoer's voice came from outside the noodle shop.
Although the official looked a little difficult to get along with, his tone was not too harsh. He just said: "This matter is important, so you should not inquire about it."
Gu Xiaoer was obviously unwilling to give up and was still asking something, but Zhu Congwen had already walked out, grabbed Gu Xiaoer, pushed him into the noodle shop, smiled and said: "Brother Gu, don't worry Come on, it’s okay.”
Gu Xiaoer sighed and glanced at Zhu Congwen silently. The latter and the official walked onto the long street and gradually disappeared into the crowd.
The remaining waiter in the noodle shop also peeked out his head and looked at Gu Xiaoer.
"Second brother?"
Gu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Maybe it is indeed okay."
"How did you know?"
Gu Xiaoer said softly: "Because he seems a little polite, but logically he shouldn't be so polite."
So why are you so polite?
Gu Xiaoer said nothing more.
There seemed to be some scholar-looking people walking along the long street.
After watching for a long time, everyone returned to the noodle shop, but before they had time to discuss it, someone lifted the curtain again and walked in.
This time when several people saw the two people coming in, their expressions became obviously solemn.
One person was from the Ministry of Punishment, whom everyone had met before, while the other person was from Dali Temple.
As the eldest brother, Gu Xiaoer went up to him again and asked cautiously: "What are you two adults doing?"
"Where's Zhu Congwen?"
The official from the Ministry of Justice looked at Gu Xiaoer and asked.
Gu Xiaoer hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Just now, I was taken away by adults from other departments. Don't you two adults know about it?"
The two men looked at each other, but didn't say anything. They just came and left in a hurry.
Everyone in the noodle shop waited in silence for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when they were sure that no Heavenly Prisoner and Noon Guard would be coming out.
Someone looked at Gu Xiaoer curiously and asked, "What do people from Dali Temple want to do with Zhu Congwen?"
Gu Xiaoer stood by the window and looked around. He was silent for a while and said softly: "That's a good question. What are they looking for Zhu Congwen for?"
Probably not looking for Zhu Congwen for Zhu Congwen.
Maybe it has something to do with a certain Lord Attendant or something in the south of the city.
It's just obvious that Shui Zaiping is the highest official of the province. Apart from Tian Yu and His Majesty, neither the Ministry of Punishment nor the Dali Temple has the right to directly hold him to account. Naturally, he can only start from elsewhere.
Gu Xiaoer felt that he might have vaguely guessed something, but after all, these things had nothing to do with him and he couldn't touch them, so he picked up the rag again and wiped the table there.
...
As those Heavenly Prisoners disappeared in the streets and alleys of Huaidu, it also meant the end of the Heavenly Prison rule that lasted for more than half a month.
Heavenly Prison no longer takes over Huaidu, and naturally everything returns to its duties.
Dali Temple is located to the north of Huaidu, and it is not too far away from the former Minister of War's Mansion. However, with the stagnation of Huaidu, this Si Yamen was stranded under the underground dome of Huaidu for a long time.
The Minister of Dali Temple and the Minister of Civil Affairs were of similar age, and they were probably the same people who entered the officialdom.
However, the two are probably not old acquaintances, otherwise the puzzling thing like today probably wouldn't have happened.
The minister of Dali Temple, who was dealing with affairs in the government office, naturally had a headache when he learned that the Ministry of Personnel had taken Zhu Congwen away first.
Nowadays, Dali Temple is not willing to get involved in these matters.
One is the Heavenly Prison, and the other is the Siwu Demon Mansion. Both of them are naturally not ordinary departments.
Even though Dali Temple is in charge of punishment, it is naturally quite powerless in the face of these two.
Some time ago, when Tianyu took over Huaidu, everyone in Dali Temple breathed a sigh of relief.
The matter of the Minister of War involves the Siwu Demon Mansion, the number one person in the court under His Majesty, and no one would want to get involved.
However, after the Heavenly Prison forced the Siwu Demon Mansion to do what happened to the south of the city, it fell silent again. The meaning was obviously obvious, that is, the matter of the Siwu Demon Mansion would fall on Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment. , let them come forward to deal with some things.
This may indeed be reasonable.
After all, this is not the job of heaven and hell.
If Tian Yu is still the predecessor of the Ghost Suppression Division, there is nothing wrong with it.
After the establishment of the Dafeng Dynasty, many of the rights annexed by the Ghost Suppression Division were re-delegated to Dali Temple and other departments.
The fifty-three-year-old Minister of Dali Temple sat at the table in melancholy, thinking that someone was really seeking death. He knew that he had not made a setting, written an outline, or named a name, and he was still talking nonsense. .
Naturally, the official didn't know what his parents were thinking, so he just waited quietly in the courtyard for instructions.
It took a long time before he heard the melancholy voice of the Minister of Dali Temple.
"Go to the Ministry of Personnel to ask for someone, and arrange for someone to wait at the Imperial College in the west of the city. The Ministry of Personnel suddenly takes the person away, most likely to prepare a candidate for an official. Those students will probably be admitted to the Imperial Academy first."
The official responded respectfully, then walked through the courtyard and left here.
In fact, the Minister of Dali Temple may not have finished everything.
Of course he can guess a lot of things.
For example, when it comes to students joining officialdom, the officials have always been suppressed and refused to let go. Now that these actions are suddenly taken, it naturally means a lot of things.
Not only the Ministry of War matters, but also the Siwu Demon Mansion.
The gentleman in white clothes is probably going to be in trouble.
He didn't want to care so much, after all, he didn't even have a name now, so everything would just go as it goes.
...
Song Yingxin is in heavenly prison.
As the saying goes, if the mountain doesn't belong to me, I will go to the mountain.
Even in the Tiangong Division, Song Yingxin naturally paid attention to the fact that the boy was taken away by the Heavenly Prison.
After waiting for a long time, Song Yingxin came to Heavenly Prison again.
It's just that he didn't see the boy, because when Song Yingxin knocked on the dark door of the Heavenly Prison, Liu Qinghe had already asked the boy.
Nan Dao just said calmly that he didn't want to see him.
Of course the boy didn't want to see him.
No matter how upright you are, you don't like to have everything taken away from you.
What's more, he is not an aboveboard person.
So Liu Qinghe took Song Yingxin to the Overwatch Council to drink tea.
When Song Yingxin saw Liu Qinghe preparing a pot of tea that was boiling early in the morning, he probably understood what the young man meant. He did not directly talk about his purpose of coming, but only talked about the recent events in Huaidu.
"I heard that the Ministry of Civil Affairs has begun selecting candidates for the Imperial Academy."
Liu Qinghe still smiled as usual.
"That's their business and has nothing to do with Heavenly Hell."
Song Yingxin looked at the man in front of him silently.
"If Tian Yu doesn't take action, how can Yuan Yue be willing to let go?"
Liu Qinghe said softly: "It depends on how much Dali Temple can turn things over to the bright side. Of course, Heavenly Prison can do many things without scruples, but in the final analysis, it is unreasonable behavior after all. Huai It’s not a fake capital, so each department should naturally perform its duties.”
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe melancholy and said, "It seems you are not so confident."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at the head of the Tiangong Division, and naturally understood that his words were actually a bit ironic about his original promise to the Tiangong Division.
"I never thought that Shui Zaiping's purpose was not to extend his hand into the Ministry of War - although the things he did at the beginning were very much for this purpose."
Song Yingxin was silent for a while and said: "After all, it is difficult for the world to think that someone would use the death of a six-book minister to exchange the death of a young man. Of course, Shui Zaiping may not have thought that the Heavenly Prison and the Human Sword The sect will step in.”
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said: "Whether you have thought of it or not, it doesn't matter. I heard that during the court meeting today, Shui Zaiping was still very calm. He probably has some back-ups."
"I see you are very calm too."
"Of course I am calm. After all, Heavenly Prison can intervene if it wants to, and get away if it wants to get away. Only His Majesty can interfere with Heavenly Prison's affairs. I can ignore whoever comes."
"The people at Dali Temple probably scolded you very harshly."
Liu Qinghe picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, pushed it to Song Yingxin, and said softly: "Let them do it, that's their business. In fact, they should be lucky that Heaven Prison is willing to come in and take a look, otherwise the pressure from the Siwu Demon Mansion will They can’t afford it.”
The Siwu Demon Mansion is naturally more than just water in a bottle, it also represents a bond between the two clans.
"Tian Prison has done what it needs to do, and naturally they need to solve the rest by themselves, including Li Chenghe's death."
When Song Yingxin heard this, he looked a little solemn. He looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "You have left that young man in the Heavenly Prison. How can Dali Temple continue?"
Liu Qinghe sat there quietly drinking tea, looking up at the white flowers coming over the courtyard wall, and said calmly: "A jailer disappeared in Huaidu, and Yu Dan has started to investigate this matter. ”
This is probably the natural responsibility of Heavenly Prison.
"There are still traces of ants walking by, let alone such a big person? As long as we can find some intersection between the patrolman and the Siwu Demon Mansion, Li Chenghe's death is not a very difficult thing."
It seems like Heavenly Prison doesn't care about anything, but naturally it doesn't mean that it doesn't really do anything.
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe who was sitting quietly in the yard for a long time. He was silent for a long time. Perhaps he was thinking about the Lord Attendant. He sighed softly and said, "Actually, I don't understand what Shui Zaiping is thinking about." What are you wearing?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "It is right not to understand. If you can understand some things, you will naturally be the same people in the same river."
Song Yingxin said nothing more.
But Liu Qinghe suddenly asked: "By the way, what happened to the Donghai man named You Chunshan?"
Song Yingxin's expression became solemn and he said: "An incurable disease is a disease that awaits death."
Liu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yingxin.
"It seems to me that besides being a little frightened, there's nothing wrong with him."
Song Yingxin sighed and said: "Some diseases are naturally not easy to see. What's more, you are a demon and he is a human. Although humans and demons merge, they are not the same thing after all."
Liu Qinghe just smiled, and then said: "Then how did he choose?"
Song Yingxin did not answer, but asked: "If it were you, what would you choose?"
Liu Qinghe said with rare melancholy: "This is a difficult choice. I have never experienced it, so of course I don't know."
But I probably still have the answer in my heart.
Liu Qinghe did not continue to ask.
But Song Yingxin suddenly remembered something, looked at Liu Qinghe and said, "By the way, I need you to do me a favor."
Naturally, the head of the Tiangong Department came here not just for the boy's affairs.
"What's the deal?"
Song Yingxin said softly: "I need some rocks from Mojian Cliff."
Liu Qinghe suddenly looked at Song Yingxin and asked a little strangely: "What do you want this for?"
Song Yingxin lowered his voice subconsciously, as if he was afraid that something would be heard by someone on a high cliff in the East China Sea.
"The man named You Chunshan was not the first person to suffer from this disease. On top of the medical cases in Baizhu's books, at least dozens of cases of this kind of thing have been recorded over the years. We suspect that it is related to that high cliff. "
Liu Qinghe was silent for a while and said, "Do you suspect there is something wrong with the rocks at Mojian Cliff?"
Song Yingxin said softly: "It might be better if you can get the Mojianya sword and take a look."
"That is a sword with sword intent from Mojian Cliff. It is not made of ordinary iron in the world. Even if you see it, it probably doesn't mean anything."
Liu Qinghe said softly.
Song Yingxin nodded thoughtfully.
Liu Qinghe continued: "I will let Tian Yu find a solution regarding the cliff stone, but if the people on the cliff want to cause trouble, don't blame me for selling you out."
The Lord of Heavenly Prison laughed softly.
"Although Gaoya is in decline, there are still people on the cliff after all. If you can't offend them, it's better not to offend them."
Although Song Yingxin was a little helpless, he still said seriously: "No problem."
