On the road to the imperial city, a huge carriage was moving quickly.
In front were two horses pulling the cart, and around them were a dozen or so high-spirited guards in royal robes riding tall horses and wearing flying fish uniforms, who looked like they would keep strangers away.
Wherever he passed, pedestrians and vendors on the street seemed to have seen the god of plague and avoided it early.
Some of the unlucky ones couldn't see clearly for a while and had no time to get out of the way. They also hung their heads and huddled on the side of the road, not daring to speak.
A few days ago, I heard that several important prisoners in the imperial prison escaped and fled. Before leaving, they even killed Qianhu, a guard in the imperial prison, and also killed and injured many Jinyi guards.
Because of this incident, the people from Dongchang Fanzi and Jinyiwei, together with the Wucheng Military and Horse Division, launched a city-wide manhunt.
It is said that many "thieves" were taken away. Some traders and wealthy households who were usually honest and honest were just arrested and almost stripped of their skins and lost their entire family fortune before they came out.
There were also some gangsters who were originally scoundrels on the street. They had some martial arts skills and usually paid homage to their superiors. This time they couldn't bear the beating. They claimed to be associates of the assassins and would be beheaded in a few days.
Jin Yiwei's popularity has been booming recently, so it's best to stay away.
Many people even saw with their own eyes that this group of Jin Yiwei went straight to Yong'an Street, broke into several of the most famous brothel restaurants and teahouses, and took people out of them.
I don’t know who is so unlucky, maybe he will be subjected to all ten tortures...
In the carriage, several elegantly dressed men in long coats were looking at each other with panic in their eyes.
Storyteller Jin Tanqing looked at the people in front of him and found that they were all acquaintances, poets, storytellers and dramatists from various brothels, restaurants and teahouses on Yong'an Street.
He quickly asked:
"Everyone, what did we do? What did the Jin Yiwei want to do when they suddenly took someone?"
The fat man in front of me dressed as a member of the Communist Party of China said with a grimace:
"Who knows... maybe he is a castrate... some father-in-law is here and wants to listen to our storytelling and singing..."
The person who spoke was Bai Yuan, the dramatist of Wangyue Tower.
A thin man with makeup and powder on his face shook his head and said:
"No, no, what Brother Deyue said is wrong. We are all talkers with pens. We can only talk and write books at most. How can our singing skills be as good as those singers? I think we should be the trouble. arrive."
This person is Liu Xian, the poet of Jinghua Tower.
After hearing his words, everyone in the carriage looked at him.
"Brother Jingzhuang, don't talk nonsense, you can scare people to death! What harm can happen if I tell stories in the teahouse all day?"
"Yeah, you can't joke about this kind of thing!"
Jin Tanqing shook his head and said:
"If there is any trouble, it shouldn't be the Jinyi Guards who take the people. The Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division is enough. We people have no power and can only dance and write. We have no connections in the court and only have a false reputation in the market. We can escape. Got it?"
Although the last sentence was a bit hurtful, it was reality and immediately caused others to nod.
Liu Xian snorted, unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and said in a low voice:
"Everyone, have you forgotten, what is the book you have talked about the most, the words you have written the most, and the most popular drama you have written in recent days?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then their eyes showed horror.
The most popular thing on Yong'an Street recently is naturally the emperor's private visit incognito a few days ago, beheading the evil young man Tong Deliang in the street to avenge the people and clear the unjust dead.
Tong Deliang is the son of Tong Hongtao, the right young minister of Dali Temple. He has always been domineering in the capital and no one dares to offend him.
There were even wives and daughters of wealthy families in the capital who were attracted by Tong Deliang and had to go to the Yamen to file a complaint. However, their families were ruined and the whole family was hanged.
Such a wicked young man, who can no longer be called a human being, was beheaded by the current saint in the street, and his father, Tong Hongtao, the Right Shaoqing of Dali Temple, was also dismissed from his post and investigated. How could he be so happy?
When the emperor visited people in disguise that day, many of them were in brothels and restaurants and witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
It is precisely because of personal experience that the related story novels, lyrics, music and dramas are all extremely exciting and fascinating.
Even during these days, because of these programs, the brothels, restaurants and even teahouses where they were located were full of customers, and they made a fortune.
Even though the financial backers behind these brothels and restaurants may belong to the same Dongzhu Party as the Tong family and his son, they have not banned these things.
Who can't get along with money?
Tong Deliang is dead, is there any disagreement?
After hearing Liu Xian's words, Jin Tanqing continued to shake his head and said:
"No, no, this Tong Hongtao and Tong Deliang's father and son are not eunuchs... they are not of the Nine Thousand Years old lineage. I was telling stories a few days ago, and the inspector of the Nancheng Army and Horses Department told me, let me talk more about eunuchs. ...Ahem, even a nine-thousand-year-old would like to hear it..."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone also remembered that there seemed to be some official figures who were secretly pushing the situation and letting them perform and spread the relevant works well.
They had all heard rumors before that the Tong family father and son were members of the Dongzhu Party, a lineage of the aristocratic family. Tong Deliang was beheaded in the street, which was a big slap in the face of the Dongzhu Party, so the eunuchs all liked him closely.
Could it be... that Enhai wants to see them?
Thinking that the legendary eunuch who could eat people's hearts and do all kinds of evil was nine thousand years old, everyone couldn't help but turn pale.
Not only was he afraid, but because he still had the character of a scholar in his heart, he felt both hatred and fear at the same time.
For a moment, everyone looked like eggplants beaten by frost. They wilted a lot in an instant, and there was no movement in the carriage.
While everyone was arguing, the carriage escorted by the Jinyi Guards had quietly entered the imperial city and then straight into the palace.
The guard escorting outside knocked on the carriage carriage with his scabbard and said:
"Come down."
Jin Tanqing carefully opened the curtain of the carriage, looked out, and saw that the carriage had stopped outside a palace wall courtyard, with several eunuchs beside it.
The escorting guards were not that fierce, and they looked at him kindly.
Jin Tanqing quickly got out of the car and said with a smile:
"This official, I don't know why we are allowed to enter the palace?"
That Jinyiwei was none other than Jinyiwei General Qi Zhouquan, who had accompanied Li Yun on a private visit in Weibo a few days ago. At this moment, he smiled and said:
"Mr. Jin, there is no need to panic. You will find out when you go in... The story you told about the emperor's private visit in disguise is very nice. I often go to the teahouse to listen to it."
Jin Tanqing's storybook is full of various characters, and also mentions Zhou Quan, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guard. Of course, his name is not mentioned directly in it.
Even so, after Zhou Quan heard this story, he felt happy in his heart, even more happy than when he ransacked the house and exterminated the family on official duties.
Jin Tanqing didn't expect that the Jin Yiwei Commander in front of him had actually listened to his storytelling, and he quickly bowed in return.
At this time, the other storytellers, dramatists, and poets on the carriage also got out of the carriage, looking curiously at the palace courtyard in front of them.
Then a eunuch came to the crowd, made a gesture to them, and led them to the palace.
Everyone was worried and followed him all the way, and soon arrived at the palace.
Surrounded by bookshelves, it seemed like a huge study room.
I saw a person standing in the hall with his hands behind his hands. He nodded slightly when he saw everyone appearing.
Jin Tanqing and others were stunned when they saw the person in front of them, feeling that they looked familiar, and then suddenly thought of something.
"Your Majesty!?" Jin Tanqing said in a trembling voice.
They had all witnessed the emperor's elegance that day, and had seen the emperor's appearance up close. They still had not forgotten it at this time. They were mostly impressed by the emperor's elegance, and subconsciously believed that the other person was a rare wise king.
Now that I saw it up close, I was suddenly filled with emotions and shocked.
Even if there was some sense of nobleness and arrogance of the literati on weekdays, they all disappeared when facing the emperor in front of them, and they all stepped forward to salute.
The emperor smiled calmly and said:
"Gentlemen, please rise. Today, I will write down Shunlong's private visit in private with me... I will start from the time when I was born in response to the thunder calamity and killed the white snake at the age of three."
