Chapter 72 The Madam Is Grumpy
Day two.

He Ping'an was walking on Shangdu Road, and found that there were many soldiers on the street, and there were various lights flashing in the air from time to time.

Passers-by on the street were in a hurry, and there was no festive atmosphere just after the Moon Worship Festival.

Occasionally, a few soldiers checked their identities on the road. When they saw He Ping'an's Longevity Hall costume badge, they let them go without too much questioning.

Stepping up to the fifth floor, I found that Yang Qing had already arrived at the grass department, sitting in front of the table, with a sad face, frowning, and not saying a word.

"Brother Yang, good morning."

"Um"

Yang Qing replied in a muffled voice without even looking at He Pingan.

This is, what's the matter, who made him unhappy.

Could it be that the gu cultivator riot last night made Yang Qing worry about the country and the people again?

It shouldn't be, if so.

He should be in the attic of the medicine department right now, cursing several times, treacherous ministers harming the country, people who are not of my race must have different hearts, etc.?

Where is the mood so depressed?
"Brother Yang, did you hear about the Gu cultivator last night?"

He Pingan decided to mobilize his emotions.

"Um"

Yang Qing still looked half dead.

hiss.
What exactly happened here?
Just when He Pingan was helpless, Han Li came up with Liangpi.

"Brother Yang, I brought you Liangpi."

Han Li put the Liangpi on Yang Qing's table.

"Um"

Yang Qing responded, and began to take small bites.

I haven't eaten, and I'm not in a good mood. Could it be that I'm having trouble with the tigress at home?
He Pingan observed again and found that there were a few obvious lip marks on Yang Qing's neck, and when he thought about what Yang Qing said when he came home last night, he suddenly thought of something, could it be
The scene of last night automatically appeared in front of his eyes. Yang Qing went home happily. It happened to be the Moon Worship Festival, so that Madam could feel his youthful and strong physique.

Everything is going to be a matter of course, only when the east wind
A third-rank martial artist is in high spirits, but you can't do it if you say no, tsk tsk tsk.
Forget it, let's not touch his bad luck today.

He Pingan took out some spiritual materials accumulated by Moyu in the absence of Yang Qing a few days ago, and began to copy them meticulously.

An hour later, Wan Shicheng, the head of the stone department, came upstairs.

"Old Yang, there was an accident in Dongshi last night, and all the principals in the Hall of Eternal Life were summoned. Why didn't you come?"

"Master Wang also said that you asked for leave?"

Wan Shicheng asked a little strangely.

Based on his understanding of Yang Qing, Yang Qing was the quickest to come every time when something important happened like this kind of demon slaying.

"Some things at home have been delayed."

Recalling the scene of last night, Yang Qing shuddered.

too terrifying
It is said that thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. My tigress is almost ninety, why is she still so irritable?
Wan Shicheng didn't know about those secret affairs in his boudoir, and continued: "I heard that not long after what happened last night, Zhao Yun, the guard of the city defense battalion, was summoned into the palace overnight by the Holy One."

"Oh, what else?"

Yang Qing became a little interested.

This General Zhao is not simple, he is a natural martial arts wizard, but in his 30s, he has already broken through to the second rank of martial arts, and he is also a member of the royal family.

Emperor Jiaming also had great trust in General Zhao and arranged him in the city defense battalion.

The city defense battalion is slightly different from He Ping'an's previous life. Although the rank is not high, it is in charge of guarding Xuanyang City.

Because there are likely to be ghosts and ghosts mixed into the city to cause chaos, so the guard must be a monk of the third rank, and he must also be a close minister of the emperor.

"I heard from the gossip that this General Zhao looked very bad after he came out of the palace. He should have been reprimanded by the Holy Majesty."

Wan Shicheng lowered his voice and said quietly.

"This is what should be done. Your Majesty attaches so much importance to the Lantern Festival of the Moon Worship Festival, but now such a big thing has happened."

"How did the Gu cultivators get in? If the city defense battalion has no responsibility at all, I'm afraid it can't be justified."

Yang Qing also said in a low voice that they were very cautious when it came to Emperor Jiaming.

Han Li's ears pricked up, his heart of gossip burning.

"One more thing, I just heard about it this morning. Do you know why there were so few civilian casualties in such a big event last night?"

Wan Shicheng asked mysteriously.

"Didn't it be said in the mansion newspaper?"

Yang Qing asked strangely: "Si Tianjian had already foreseen that something might happen on the Moon Worship Festival. The Holy One had far-sighted considerations and arranged the Zhen Guo Yipin in Dongxi City in advance to eliminate the disaster invisibly."

"Hehe, Lao Yang, Brother Yang, you are also a Confucian monk, how many of the words in the mansion newspaper are true?"

Wan Shicheng's voice was lowered a bit: "It's just whitewashing the peace, when did the mansion report mention the dirty stains behind the scenes?"

"Then what are you talking about?"

Yang Qing came alive and asked curiously.

At this moment, a "Mediterranean" head suddenly approached the two of them: "That's right, Lao Wan, tell me what's going on."

But Master Wang came down from upstairs at some point.

At this time, Wan Shicheng raised his airs and smacked his lips: "After talking for so long, I feel a little thirsty."

"Xiao Han, make tea!"

Yang Qing paused, and said again: "Make good tea!"

Wan Shicheng gently took a mouthful of the Yuqian Longjing brought by Han Li, then sat comfortably on the chair, and said in a low voice: "I have a nephew who works in the Sitian Supervisor. Hide in the dark, and eliminate this calamity invisible."

"Sitian Supervisor Guo Jian is ordered to do divination. Guess who this expert is?"

After finishing speaking, he scanned everyone's expectant faces one by one. Satisfied with the current effect, he lowered his head and took another sip of tea, not to mention.

"Who is the tall man?"

Yang Qing asked eagerly, it felt like listening to books in a teahouse.

When it came to the exciting part, the storyteller suddenly gave a slap in the face: he can predict what will happen next, and listen to the next chapter to break it down.

He suddenly understood his wife a little bit.
"Old Wan, isn't the work of the worm department relatively idle recently? I have piled up some monster materials here, and I will send them over."

Master Wang's old god was there, but Wan Shi stood up in a hurry as if he had hemorrhoids with a simple sentence.

Wan Shicheng smiled awkwardly, and quickly licked his face and said, "My nephew told me that Jian Guo was ordered to do a fortune-telling for that master in the dark, but in the end he could only see a faint golden light."

"But in the end, it is very likely that it is the Dragon Riding Martial Saint who appeared in Yanzhou that day."

"Wu Sheng came to Xuanyang?"

Master Wang and Yang Qing were taken aback, they really didn't expect Wu Sheng to appear in Xuanyang.

"They didn't dare to be sure, but the ray of golden light that appeared in the divination was almost exactly the same as when the martial saint riding a dragon fought against the ghosts."

"If it was really done by the Martial Saint, it will be the blessing of the people of Daxuan."

Yang Qing's face showed joy, from the previous two shots of the martial sage, it can be seen that this martial sage riding a dragon is not born, and once born, he will save the people from fire and water.

He Pingan naturally also heard the conversations of several people, and his heart sank secretly. Fortunately, he turned into a three-crazy Taoist before and made a move, otherwise his true identity might be exposed.

This method of Si Tianjian's divination and calculation is really incomparably mysterious.

If you make a move in Xuanyang City in the future, you must be cautious.

By the way, why didn't Yidan Pavilion reward me with a divination method?
"By the way, Gu cultivators made trouble yesterday, did you find out how these people got in here?"

Yang Qing asked.

"I know something about it."

Master Wang whispered: "I searched all night last night, but I caught many monsters lurking in the city."

"But how did those Gu cultivators get in here, and whether there are any accomplices, none of them were found."

"Some of those Gu cultivators were killed, and the rest, seeing that they were invincible, all committed suicide by taking poison, and it was too late to even search for their souls."

When He Pingan heard this, he couldn't help but frowned, and couldn't help interjecting: "Si Tianjian even the martial saints have figured out a little bit, but these fellow Gu cultivators haven't figured it out?"

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