Chunfeng Tower is the first-class gold-selling cave in Shenjing.
Guests who come here, no matter whether they are knowledgeable or not, will pretend to understand.
No matter how hot-tempered he is on weekdays, he still has to pretend to be elegant in front of a fair-skinned and beautiful young lady.
Colonel Lu whipped the prisoner with astonishing force, and when he spoke to the girl, he was light and soft.
Zhou Yi is helping Miss Rourou read her palm. He has been familiar with Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures for 20 to 30 years, and has already surpassed most ordinary fortune tellers. He speaks with great clarity.
"This line is a bit flat... No, it's small, bah, it's short. Drink more milk on weekdays..."
suddenly.
There was a loud boom, covering up the laughter of the guests, and there was a sudden silence in Chunfeng Tower.
Zhou Yi followed the sound and saw four middle-aged men in the lobby on the first floor overturning the drinking table.
The madam hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and apologized: "Masters, Miss Susu has been dancing for half the night, please find someone else..."
"The uncle is here just to see her!"
One of them said: "Master Chen is here today. Not to mention that I can't jump, I have to jump even if my leg is broken!"
Someone else chimed in: "You're just a bitch, how can you just praise your waist and think you're rich?"
The face of the old bustard changed slightly. I heard that his accent should be from Shenjing, so he is not easy to mess with.
One is of course that there are many powerful people in Shenjing, and he might be the young master of the Houfu. Secondly, the people of Shenjing must know that Chunfeng Tower has a profound background, and there must be someone to rely on if they dare to be so arrogant.
The gorgeously dressed guests next to him seemed to be admirers of the Susu girl, and could not stand the arrogance of a few people.
"Miss Susu is already tired, forcing a weak woman, isn't it..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed past, held down the guest's arm, and quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist.
ah!
With a scream, the dagger penetrated the guest's hand and was nailed to the table.
The last person who was still sitting peacefully took out the sign from his arms and threw it into the bustard's arms.
"Keep singing!"
"Jinyiwei!"
The old bustard saw clearly what the sign looked like, it read "Jinyiwei Hundred Households Chen Yang", and he was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling.
After a while.
The sound of silk and bamboo sounded again, and girl Su Su danced on the stage again, twisting her waist even harder than before.
Chen Yang glanced at the injured guest and said in a kind voice, "Where are you from?"
"Daizhou."
The guest's palms were still bleeding, but he didn't dare to make any sound. He looked at his friends on the left and right for help, but none of them dared to make a sound.
“What a great place to produce salt!”
Chen Yang smiled and said: "I heard that there is a pirate war over there, and they are secretly colluding with many salt merchants. Are you among them?"
"No, absolutely not."
The guest pulled out his palm with force, cut it in half with the dagger, knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Sir, please forgive me, we are related to the Minister of Hube Lu..."
Chen Yang's expression remained unchanged and he still drank slowly.
The guest gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, we are willing to take 30% of the silver and deliver it to your house."
"Seventy percent!"
Chen Yang said slowly: "In the future, there is no need to give it to the man named Lu. In a few days, he will no longer be an official."
The guest was immediately horrified and kowtowed in agreement, regardless of the fact that the blood was all over the floor.
That's over.
Only then did the madam dare to send someone to carry the injured person away, clean the floor, and arrange for the best girl in the building to wait on him.
After this turmoil passed, the cheerful atmosphere of Chunfeng Tower diminished a lot, and some cautious guests left quietly to avoid provoking the court's minions.
Private room on the second floor.
Zhou Yi saw what happened and was quite surprised by the power of Jin Yiwei.
"Master Lu, why are Jin Yiwei so powerful?"
Jinyiwei was built by the Taizu of Fengyang Kingdom. At the beginning, it only recruited nobles and even members of the royal family.
There must be no problem with the loyalty of these people. At that time, the nobles had been on the battlefield and fought with swords and guns, so their force value was certainly not bad.
At that time, the Jinyiwei supervised hundreds of officials and had the independent power to arrest and imprison. The Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple had no right to interfere. It was said to be extremely powerful.
Now more than three hundred years have passed, the Jinyiwei has been weakened in several dynasties, and its power of arrest and supervision has been taken back, and its power is no longer what it used to be. Only the bastards who had lost their status or were not taken seriously would go to this yamen, which had a reputation but no power, to earn a living.
"Xiao Zhou, there are two things in Shenjing right now that you don't want to mess with."
Lieutenant Lu said: "The first is not to offend the Jin Yiwei. Now we are close to the nobles and have restored the power to supervise all officials. The power is booming. The second is not to offend the Zhang family. The current queen is the direct daughter of Wenzhong Gong, and the prince is one of them." grandson!"
Zhou Yi asked doubtfully: "Not long after I came to Beijing, I heard many people say that Your Majesty is kind?"
"Lao Zhou only taught you the craftsmanship, but he didn't teach you the worldly affairs."
Feng Qiao was drunk and said: "Your Majesty's kindness is of no use to officials, nobles, clans, or the common people!"
A colleague said: "Now Jinyiwei is expanding rapidly, and the prison is looking for people to serve as errands. Old Feng can give it a try."
"Ahem! Don't talk nonsense. There's nothing wrong with the prison!"
Lieutenant Lu was afraid that Zhou Yi might have other thoughts. After all, Jinyiwei was so majestic and had more prospects than Tianlaoxianchai, so he quickly changed the subject.
"What's the point of going to Jinyiwei? Catching thieves is a fatal job. Why don't you go directly to curry favor with the Zhang family?"
The colleague nodded and said: "Master Lu is right, the Zhang family is really powerful. In a few decades, the country will have half the family, and it will be a hundred years of wealth at least!"
"Master Liu was able to advance to the fifteenth level in ten years because he offered help to the Zhang family when Prime Minister Zhang was at his lowest point."
"Now the icing on the cake, at least, he must be a high-ranking official in the state capital, otherwise he won't be able to get in!"
"That makes sense!"
"If we could go back ten years, I would definitely be able to catch up with the Zhang family."
"..."
Zhou Yi listened to his colleagues chatting, but he was not optimistic about the future of the Zhang family.
No matter how good the relationship between ordinary people is, who can divide half of the family property, let alone such a huge country. When encountering this incident, no matter how great the merits, kindness and family ties are, they will be wiped out.
After four dynasties, Zhou Yi heard a lot and saw a lot, and he had some vague insights.
Sometimes it's really not up to you to decide whether to rebel or not. The general trend is yours, and you can only hope to survive with a single blow.
"What do these trivial matters have to do with me? It's not as interesting as looking at the young lady!"
Zhou Yi whispered to Miss Rourou.
"The calculation of palm prints is not accurate. I still have the secret technique of reading career lines. Let's go upstairs and have an in-depth discussion."
…
The next day.
Feel refreshed.
Zhou Yi carried the wooden bucket and delivered the meals to the familiar doorsteps.
With a slight shake of his hand, there was only soup left in the porridge without a single grain of rice.
"The art of eating is still new!"
Prison No. B6.
The prisoners who entered the new lockup last night were not wearing prison uniforms, but actually official robes.
Dark green, embroidered egret.
Zhou Yi scooped the spoon to the bottom and filled it with thick porridge: "My lord, it's time to eat."
After delivering the meal.
Zhou Yi watched the jailer draw cards, chatted and inquired about the prisoner's origins, and gained quite a reputation.
In the first imperial examination after Emperor Jinglong ascended the throne, the number one scholar in Sanyuan was Yu Su.
"Xiao Zhou, this person needs to be well served."
Captain Lu touched a bunch of bad cards and threw them away without following the bet: "This morning Captain Ma told me that a chamberlain came to the palace last night and ordered not to neglect the editing. It was probably His Majesty's signal."
Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "Why is your Majesty's favorite disciple imprisoned in the heavenly prison?"
"We don't know, maybe I said something wrong."
Many officials were imprisoned in Tianlao for their words and words. There was a scholar who wrote poems before, but he didn't know that it was a taboo for the venerable, so he even used Zhongzong's real name.
After hearing this, Jin Yiwei found out that the scholar had no evidence of rebellion and threw him into a prison.
