big week bad guy

Chapter 81
Just as Emperor Xianlong wished, Zhao Xun did not choose to stay in the academy to practice.

The reason is simple, he feels that with his current aptitude and ability, he is not suitable to practice with a group of big shots.

The strength does not match, it is difficult to really integrate into a circle.

Even if it is done deliberately, the effect is often half the result with twice the effort.

Zhao Xun could imagine what it would be like to stay in the academy, either serving tea or pouring water, or on the way to serve tea and pour water.

After all, these senior brothers and sisters of his didn't have a fuel-efficient lamp, and finally came a little junior who was easy to bully, and he didn't use it to death.

Zhao Xun expected this, so he chose to run away.

Anyway, he has already prostituted the name of a college student for nothing, which is not a loss.

This name should be very useful. If someone dares to bully him in the future, just report the name of the head of the mountain and scare you to death!
Of course, Zhao Xun knew that if he was really in danger, the head of the mountain and his brothers and sisters would not sit idly by.

Well, the head of the mountain, right?
You must not let me down.

Of course, in addition to this, Zhao Xun also considered the attitude of the court and his parents.

Neither the family nor the country would want him to reside in the academy at this time point.

After all, he is a rising star of the empire, the youngest villain in the scarlet robe, and he has a bright future waiting for him...

The head of the mountain also understood him very well, so Zhao Xun happily left the academy and went straight to Chang'an City.

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Zhao Xun returned to the bad person's office excitedly, and felt the change in the atmosphere as soon as he entered the gate.

Everyone looked at him with envy in their eyes, and jealousy is naturally indispensable in envy.

Zhao Xun experienced this feeling once when he was promoted to Scarlet Pao, but this time it was even stronger.

Zhao Xun has a feeling of being locked in a fence and being watched by others, which is very uncomfortable.

Zhao Xun hurriedly walked into the government office and joined Jia Xingwen and Wangcai.

"Ming Yun, you're back. Do you know how many things happened that day. Everyone in the yamen is saying that you have become an academy student. Is it true?"

Jia Xingwen was very concerned about Zhao Xun, stepped forward and asked eagerly.

"Well, I did worship under Shanchang's sect."

Zhao Xun opened his hands and admitted generously.

With Jia Xingwen and Wangcai, he didn't need to hide his reservations.

"But the head of the mountain allowed me to leave the academy to practice, so I came back again."

Just after Zhao Xun finished speaking, Wangcai said excitedly: "That's right, that's right! Brother Ming Yun, it's right for you to come back. Do you know how popular you are in Chang'an City now? Are you in Qujiang Shihui?" It was a blockbuster, and now all the major cities, streets and alleys are scrambling to praise your poems."

Fuck, is it that exaggerated?
Zhao Xun really didn't expect it.

At the poetry meeting back then, Zhao Xun was provoked by Zhang Yu and recited five frontier poems in one breath.

No matter which one of these five poems is singled out, it is a masterpiece that will be famous in history. Zhao Xun is really crazy to recite five poems in one breath.

At that time, Zhao Xun didn't feel it, but after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a bit high-profile.

But now that the deal is done, Zhao Xun can only maintain this great talent.

"Brother Mingyun, I think this is a huge business opportunity. As long as you want, I can compile your poems together and make a collection of poems, which will definitely sell well."

Wangcai's eyes glowed, which was the light of wisdom and the light of wealth.

Uh…

Zhao Xun has no doubts about Wangcai's business acumen and ability, but one thing is that novels and poems are two completely different things.

Novels are read for entertainment in this day and age.

Poetry is an elegant spiritual sustenance.

One is Yangchun Baixue, and the other is from Xialiba.

Zhao Xun does not have any psychological pressure to make money by relying on novels.

But relying on the collection of poems to make money, I feel a little nervous.

But Wang Cai obviously didn't think so.

In Wangcai's mind, as long as it can make money, it is a good thing.

"Will this be a little too high-profile?"

There is a saying that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, Zhao Xun doesn't want to be roasted on the fire.

"High-profile? No, no, no..."

Wangcai hurriedly said: "Brother Mingyun, you are already a well-known talent, so where else can you make a high profile?"

Zhao Xun: "..."

"Brother Mingyun, I will pay 1000 taels of silver to buy the right to publish your poems."

"Poetry is an elegant thing, and it should not be contaminated with copper."

Zhao Xun said without blushing.

"2000 taels."

The little fat man raised the price with some heartache.

"Money is something outside of the body, my heart is on the road..."

"5000 taels!"

This time Wangcai's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were shining with desire.

"make a deal!"

Zhao Xun agreed without hesitation, and his attitude changed 180 degrees.

Slap in the face?He doesn't care.

They give too much...

"This matter is on my shoulders. Tomorrow I will order someone to deliver the money to Brother Ming Yun's residence."

With Zhao Xun's promise, Wangcai was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although 5000 taels of silver is a bit expensive to buy the right to publish Zhao Xun's poems, it is still a lot of money.

In Wangcai's view, Zhao Xun is not only good at poetry, but also good at writing legendary stories, he is simply a cash cow.

As long as Zhao Xun is tied to death, life will not be too happy.

Just when Wangcai was drooling with joy, he suddenly heard that majestic, cold and familiar voice.

"Zhao Xun, come with me."

Zhao Xun turned his head to look, seeing that it was Feng Hao, a bad guy, his heart skipped a beat.

According to his past experience, Mr. Feng must have nothing good to do with him.

"As ordered."

Zhao Xun took a deep breath, walked away from the government office, and followed Feng Hao towards the second floor.

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Don't be a case, don't be a case, don't be a case.

Zhao Xun muttered in his heart.

"Zhao Xun, I'm looking for you today because I have a case to handle."

Feng Hao's voice was low and his gaze was like a torch.

"... "

Zhao Xun was speechless.

"Uh, Master Feng, please tell me."

"Princess Xuanhuai's tomb has been stolen."

There was a hint of helplessness in Feng Hao's words: "Your Majesty was very angry about this matter, and ordered the bad guys to thoroughly investigate this case. A result must be found out within fifteen days."

shit!
Hearing this, Zhao Xun was beyond shocked.

Robbing the Princess Tomb?

This is too appalling, right?
Generally, those who rob the royal family and clan tombs belong to the previous dynasty, and they have to wait until the dynasty collapses for decades or hundreds of years, and the power is no longer there.

Stealing the tomb of the princess of the ruling dynasty, the tomb robber is a bit too courageous, right?
Not to mention Emperor Xianlong, who has reached the pinnacle of imperial mind and is mean and ungrateful, it would be impossible for any king to bear it.

This is a slap in the face, even more rampant than provocative archery in front of the Danfeng Gate of Daming Palace.

But why did this case fall into the wrong hands?
And it seems that Mr. Feng wants him to take the lead in handling the case?

What the hell, Zhao Xun was finally able to take a breath, and the loose strings had to be tightened again.

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(End of this chapter)