In the afternoon, the sun is like fire.
Qin Yuan returned to the capital and left the School of History.
He threw the leader Huang Lian away halfway.
He had previously promised to save people with Zhu Hongdeng, the great protector of the Huanglian Sect, and he had already done so.
If Master Huang Lian is caught again in the future, he will choose to sit on the sidelines.
After a moment, Qin Yuan was stunned.
Where are people?
There is no one in the huge Zuo Shiyuan.
You can’t run them all, right?
Where is the character of our literati?
After a long time, Qin Yuan appeared at the home of the head of Zuo Shiyuan.
There are people wearing sackcloth and mourning everywhere.
He had already found out clearly that seven days ago, the Master, who had never appeared in the lines, suddenly died.
The cause of death was a bit bizarre. Because he was too obese, he fell into the pit while going to the toilet and could not get up.
"Yuanda, you are still alive"
A young man came over overjoyed.
What do you mean I'm still alive... Qin Yuan smiled and greeted him.
This young man is an editor.
His surname is Lu, his given name is Yunfei, and his given name is also Yunfei.
"Brother Yunfei"
"Yuanda, after you disappeared, we reported it to the police, but there was no news about you. We all thought you were dead, and we even held funeral arrangements with you."
Lu Yunfei said awkwardly.
Qin Yuan wanted to hit someone, but he was also a little moved.
Each of these people is poorer than the last, but they are actually willing to spend money to help themselves with funeral arrangements.
After a while, Qin Yuan, led by Lu Yunfei, met the editor-in-chief Shao Guilin, who had lost a lot of weight.
"How come the editor-in-chief has lost so much weight?"
Qin Yuan just finished speaking.
I heard Lu Yunfei burst into laughter.
What's the funny thing about this sentence?
Qin Yuan looked at Lu Yunfei blankly.
Lu Yunfei whispered: "I was frightened by the death of the leader."
Didn’t the Headmaster only die for seven days?
Qin Yuan's doubts disappeared as soon as he was born.
Shao Guilin fainted just as he stood up.
I haven't eaten in several days.
After a while, Shao Guilin came to his senses and said, "You came back just in time. Return the money we gave you for your funeral."
This...this is boring.
In the end, Qin Yuan gave half of the money.
Everyone expressed their understanding. Everyone knew that Qin Yuan was a poor man.
What? Gulong and Jingyao are rich.
Gu Long and Jing Yao are rich, what does it have to do with me, Qin Yuan.
"Go and pay homage to the Headmaster"
Shao Guilin said.
When he mentioned the word Zhangyuan, Qin Yuan noticed that Shao Guilin's heartbeat accelerated a little.
Shao Guilin is the chief editor, and he is qualified to compete for the position of director.
Just qualify.
The person who competed with him had a little background. He had an older brother named Wei Ting.
"good"
Qin Yuan was about to go over.
Someone hurriedly walked in and said loudly: "Yesterday, Marshal Wei sent out a surprise force to wipe out the Huanglian Sect. On the way back, he captured the leader of the Huanglian Sect who was trying to rescue his men."
People all over the yard were stunned.
…
In the early morning of June 17, the twenty-seventh year of Chonghui, there was mist and thick clouds.
The main roads in the capital were lined with people standing on both sides.
They looked at the empty city gate invariably.
After waiting for a long time, with the clatter of horse hooves, Wei Ting led hundreds of elite right-wing guards into the city.
Regardless of the small number of people, everyone is either a master of external skills or a master of internal skills.
However, the people's attention only stayed on them for a short time before looking behind them.
Soon, prison cars made of fine steel appeared.
It is different from the past when ordinary people were so excited that they threw rotten eggs, vegetable leaves, stones, and shouted curses.
The street immediately became silent.
It was like someone had muted everyone.
Who is good and who is bad? People will vote with their feet.
If not for the desperate resistance of the Huanglian sect, the Haixi countries would have been in trouble for who knows how long.
At the Quanjude Restaurant on the side, Qin Yuan held a wine glass and looked at the leader Huang Lian who had the pipa bone locked in the prison car and was covered in blood.
He obviously escaped, why should he go back and die.
Another fool.
"The Yellow Lotus Sect was destroyed, and the Haixi countries were repulsed. The Hun Dynasty has no worries for the time being."
Lu Yunfei, who was also holding a wine glass, said.
Worry-free? He is about to die.
Qin Yuan estimated that once the old witch queen mother died, Wei Ting would take over.
When he reached the position of Weiting, it was no longer a question of whether he wanted to or not.
There are only two ways before Wei Ting, one step forward and life, one step back and death.
Wei Ting is obviously not Yue Fei.
"I don't understand at all. How did Master Huang Lian get caught by Lord Wei when he is so powerful?"
Lu Yunfei pointed at the leader Huang Lian in the prison car and said in confusion.
Even an eight-year-old child in the capital knows about Master Huang Lian's record of defeating three great masters from the Haixi countries.
That's because Wei Ting is much more powerful than her.
"Maybe it was poisoned."
Qin Yuan said casually.
"This is the only possibility"
Lu Yunfei agreed with his face.
After the prison van passed.
The people below began to be incompetent and furious.
"When you use people, you call them righteous people. When you're done with them, you kill them. It's so shameless."
"It's not just shameless, it's simply shameless."
"Wei Datou will not die well."
Because Wei Ting's head is larger than that of ordinary people, he is nicknamed Wei Big Head among the people.
"Do you think Chief Editor Shao can become the director?"
Lu Yunfei said suddenly.
Qin Yuan glanced at this colleague who obviously wanted to burn the cold stove, but said nothing.
It makes no difference to him whether President Shao is editor-in-chief or not.
"Yuanda, do you know why I like to play with you?"
Lu Yunfei said with a smile.
"Why?"
"Because you don't want fame and fortune."
…
A few days later, one morning, everything was wet due to rain all night.
Qin Yuan, who has always been indolent and indolent, rarely got up early in the morning. After receiving the documents from Zuo Shiyuan, he rode his beloved little donkey to the deserted Tianlao.
Today he wants to record the leader of Huang Lian.
Qin Yuan suddenly felt that he was not a historian, but a person who recorded famous quotes.
Well, something seems wrong. The number of guards has increased several times.
"stop"
"I am the recordkeeper of the Zuo History Academy, and I have been ordered to do so."
Qin Yuan was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"The Governor has ordered that no one can enter."
Qin Yuan accidentally dropped a silver ingot on the ground.
"Your money is gone"
The latter resisted the temptation, glared at Qin Yuan and said: "The silver ingot is not mine."
I didn't expect that the military discipline of Suwei Youjun was so good.
Qin Yuan was planning to go back.
An unremarkable figure appeared.
The governor of Qingzhou, oh no, it’s Wei Ting, the governor of Qingzhou and You, the three states of Henan.
The decree for promotion was issued yesterday.
"Let him in"
Wei Ting ordered calmly.
"Thank you, Lord Governor"
Qin Yuan bowed his hands to Wei Ting and thanked him.
Take a few steps inside.
Returning again, under Wei Ting's speechless gaze and the resentful gaze of Su Wei Youjun, he picked up the silver ingot on the ground again.
He smiled shyly at everyone and followed the jailer into the dirty and messy cell.
Wei Ting walked to the carriage nearby.
There is a small table inside, which is filled with meat, both raw and cooked.
Exudes a rich aroma.
After Wei Ting sat down, he ate like crazy, regardless of the greasiness, and not afraid of choking. He ate, ate, ate, and kept eating, as if he hadn't eaten in many days.
