high official

Chapter 704 Spy
Ordinarily, the portrait of a person hanging in my room must be my dearest and dearest... Although Zhuang Jing covered it up with another painting, it seemed that he loved him deeply.I saw Zhuang Jing staring fixedly at Yao Guangxiao's eyes, but what shot out of them was the light of hatred...

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "It's been 12 years, and it's time to do an understanding..." Then he turned his gaze away and looked at the almanac hanging on the other wall.

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Jinling has been the center of Jiangnan since ancient times. Since Zhu Yuanzhang established Jinling as his capital and moved [-] wealthy households from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to Beijing, the prosperity of this city has been pushed to a level comparable to that of Lin'an and Kaifeng in Song Dynasty, and far surpassing that of Chang'an and Luoyang in Han and Tang Dynasties. .

No matter what day it is, the capital is always full of people, and the streets all over the city are crowded with pedestrians, and there are many shop signs in the forest. If you look closely, you can see "cloth shop fadui" and "Yonghe cloth shop" ', 'Net towel Fake', 'Shoes and Boots Old Store', 'Bow and Arrow Helmet Tassel', 'Extreme Official Belt', 'Famous Tea Fake', 'Fat Dui Guanyan', 'Zaozhuang', 'Ancient and Modern Calligraphy and Painting' , 'Yangzhai Geography', 'Bathroom' and other signboards can be described as 360 lines, with everything that one expects to find.

It's just that in the past, there was a peaceful atmosphere of treasures and heaven and the people's peace and happiness, but now it's a little weird... Although the shops are open as usual, the business is going on as usual, and the common people still have to do whatever they want, but no matter the merchants or the common people, they are still patrolling and arresting officials. There was a nervous and worried look on their faces.When people meet, apart from simple greetings and business transactions, they dare not have a small talk.It really means 'road to purpose'.

This is because the capital has entered a state of martial law since Zhenren Xu was hijacked. As long as the government suspects that you are acting suspiciously, you can be directly arrested.Later, Master Xu returned safely, and the common people thought that they could finally be relieved. Unexpectedly, the martial law has not been lifted, but it has become more and more strict. Previously, those who behaved suspiciously would suffer, but now those who speak suspiciously will also suffer. up...

Seeing that the people around them didn't know what to say, they were directly arrested by the officials, and they were never released again. The people kept silent, and they only dared to eat, sleep, and do things honestly, and they dared not talk about what was going on in the capital. Big changes, what big changes are going to happen!
As a result, Jinling, the capital of the Ming Dynasty, really became a "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" that only saw its shape but did not hear its sound.It's like this noodle jar with many diners. In the past, there must be a lot of people talking, and the talkative people talk a lot. Everyone either agrees, supports or opposes, or listens to the excitement while eating.Now everyone is eating noodles with their heads down, even if they are talking, they try to keep their voices down, trying not to let the third person hear them.

At this time, a fortune-teller who was walking around in the streets walked in, and everyone just looked up at him, then bowed their heads and ate noodles and ignored him.The fortune teller picked up an empty table in the corner and sat down, ordered a pot of tea, a bowl of pickled noodles, and a plate of cold dishes, then closed his eyes and rested his mind.After a while, someone came over. The fortune-teller seemed to think that the restaurant was serving food. He opened his eyes and was about to speak, but he saw a young monk wearing a bamboo hat and straw sandals.

"Amitabha, may the benefactor sit down?" the little monk asked softly.

The fortune teller looked at him, then nodded reluctantly after a pause, as if we didn't know each other very well.

The little monk didn't care, took off his bamboo hat and sat down next to him, ordered only a cup of tea and a bowl of plain noodles from the store, and sat there staring at the teacup in a daze.When the noodles came, both of them picked up the chopsticks and started to eat the noodles slowly.

Looking at it from a distance, the two seem to eat their own food and have nothing to do with each other.But if you stick it in front of the two of them, you will find that their lips are moving, besides eating noodles, they are still talking in a faint voice...

"Someone came to the temple." The young monk said softly, "It seems to be that Wang Xian."

"Are you sure?" The fortune teller was so excited that he couldn't restrain his excitement. He accidentally shook his hand and splashed the noodle soup on his clothes.The shopkeeper rushed over to help him clean up, but the fortune teller frowned and waved his hand.The store owner was frightened into a wooden pile by the terrifying aura that appeared occasionally.

Looking across the stall, he saw that the diners were all eating noodles with their heads down, and no one noticed his gaffe, so the fortune teller ignored them, turned to the young monk, and said in a low voice: "This matter is of great importance, and there is no room for error. "

"It should be true," the little monk whispered: "That man came to the temple on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I have met him twice before, and I know him very well, so I call him 'junior brother'. By the way, when he came that day, it happened to be breakfast time, and he gave the old monk a meal."

"Hmm." The fortune teller pondered for a moment and said, "This only means that this person must have something to do with the old monk, but the old monk has quite a few apprentices..." His eyes blurred for a moment and he said, "Among them, there are quite a few who have returned to the vulgar. .”

"Oh, there is another evidence, that is, the little monk Yi Nian from Mongolia in the monastery fought with him when he saw him, but later he saved Yi Nian from the Discipline Hall." The little monk said softly: "Also I don't know what method he used, once he came out of the commandment hall, he changed his nature, not only started to call him master, but also moved into his room, ate and lived with him, helped him run errands..."

Where the little monk was, he was rambling on about everything, but the fortune teller had already confirmed that the person in Qingshou Temple was Wang Xian!Because he knew that the monk Yi Nian was Mahamu's grandson Yexian brought back from Mobei by Wang Xian, and the two were in a master-student relationship!

"Then the old monk let him stay?" The fortune teller asked anxiously, "What agreement did they reach?"

"I don't know about that. Monk Xinyan is too scary. Anyone who dares to inquire about the old monk will be beaten to death." The young monk shook his head and said, "I only know that after he met the old monk, he He was ordained as a monk..."

"Pfft..." The fortune teller spat out a mouthful of water, his eyes widened.He never expected that Wang Xian would become a monk... Thinking of that domineering young man with all his black hair shaved and turned into a little bald donkey like the monk in front of him, the fortune teller felt astonished, Almost laughed out loud again.

"Also... the old monk asked him to practice closed-mouth meditation." The young monk whispered: "He said that as long as he said a word, he would be severed and kicked out of the monastery."

"Aha." The fortune teller felt relieved and said with a smile, "That's right, I said how could the old monk have changed his sex." He knew Wang Xian and Dao Yan very well, and he guessed that the former should be sloppy. He wanted to stay, but the latter couldn't just kick him out because of his status as a master and apprentice, so he wanted to scare him away on the condition that he had to be shaved before he could stay.This trick is very vicious, because the so-called "body, hair and skin should not be damaged by parents", but Wang Xian was even more ruthless, and actually shaved it off... Just thinking that this will make the old monk helpless, is too stupid too So naive, the old monk made him a dumb man with a random move of "shut up", preventing him from talking nonsense with himself, and preventing him from using his own name to persuade others.

"He met Gu Xingzu?" the fortune teller asked in a low voice.

"I've seen it." The little monk nodded and said, "The one who came with Gu Xingzu that day was Zhang Min, the younger brother of Duke Ying."

"Who else has he met?" the fortune teller asked.

"I only saw him once again, and that was the second day after he came here," the little monk said in a low voice, "but I was chopping firewood at the back, so I didn't see him. I just listened to Xinci and Xinyan scolding him there at night. Say good-bye and throw him out, only to know that he saw someone during the day." He sighed and said, "The monks in the temple are very vigilant, and I dare not inquire..."

"Yeah." The fortune teller didn't care about that, there were not three or five pilgrims in Qingshou Temple a day, as long as he checked himself, whoever entered Qingshou Temple that day would be fine. "The Fusi of Beizhen is very powerful. In order not to startle the snake, don't act rashly when you go back. As long as that person doesn't leave Qingshou Temple, don't come out again."

"Yes." The little monk nodded.

"Eat slowly, I'll go first." The fortune-teller took out a few copper coins and threw them on the table, then picked up the pretense of 'the iron mouth is broken' and left in a hurry.

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Not to mention that the little monk continued to eat noodles, but only that the fortune teller left the noodle stall and walked the streets to solicit business.But at this time, most people don't want to be troublesome, the business can be smooth, and the fortune-teller turns around and no one cares, and finally disappears after turning around...

The fortune teller entered an unobtrusive small courtyard, and as soon as he entered, a cold shining sword was placed around his neck.

The fortune teller obviously knew what kind of treatment he would receive, so he didn't panic at all, he just sneered and said, "Is this how you treat guests?"

"Hmph!" The owner of the sword was a tall young man in his twenties with a leopard head and eyes around him. He said with hatred on his face, "You dog thief, you are also worthy of being called a guest!"

"Jizong, don't be rude!" A middle-aged man who looked similar to the young man, but more dignified and calm, scolded: "Quickly apologize to Mr. Zhuang!"

"Third uncle, I don't!" The young man named Jizong raised his head stubbornly. "This beast..."

"Bastard!" Everyone didn't see the middle-aged man's movements, and felt a blur in front of his eyes. Jizong kicked him hard in the chest, flew out, hit the wall fiercely, and immediately dust flew up and landed on the ground. Passed out on the ground.

"Oh, General Chang, why bother?" The fortune teller is naturally Mrs. Zhuang Jingzhuang, but now he pretends to be a good person, "Young people are ignorant, just talk about it, and there is no need to place such a heavy burden hand."

"That's not true. Our master's life is tied to the master, and we must not offend him! I'm not strict in discipline, I'm really sorry." After speaking, he really bowed deeply to the other party.

Zhuang Jing hurriedly dodged, saying that he didn't dare.

(End of this chapter)