Hidden Yang is imminent.

Outside Yinyang City, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, and there are more and more people. Many scholars who study abroad read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles to increase their experiences. Now the situation at the border is not good, and many people have embarked on the way back home. There are also many people in the city who parted with their old friends and bid farewell to them ten miles apart.

Outside the long pavilion, there are wine shops and tea shops, which only sell some tea, wine, and simple snacks. When the traveler arrives here, he will part with his friends and give each other a cup of Chishui wine. If he meets each other, it will be a long time since he meets him.

As May begins, the weather is getting hotter.

The weather this year is particularly weird. A month ago, there was a light snow in Yinyang City. In May, the weather was surprisingly hot. The old dog lay on the ground, sticking out his tongue, and hanging his head listlessly.

A ox cart slowly drove into the Changting Pavilion and stopped in front of the tea stall in the wine shop. "Drink a little water and take a rest. Before dark, you can reach Yinyang."

The owner of the restaurant obviously knew Lao Niu. When he saw Xiao Jinyan and the middle-aged Confucian scholar, he smiled and joked, "Old Niu, is the business okay?"

Lao Niu laughed and scolded, "Oh, the hard-working people have to live hard-working. We don't have the brother-in-law who is a Tingfu. You can make money by sitting here selling bowls of herbal tea. You can only eat according to the weather!"

The border town of Daming is ten miles and five miles long, with a long pavilion. The head of the pavilion is also known as the Tingfu. He is considered an insignificant official, but he eats imperial grain at least, and has little power in the eyes of ordinary people. The owner of the wine shop is a relative of the Tingfu, who has opened a tea stall here with this relationship.

Although the place is not big, there is a pergola and a dozen tables and benches. In one day, I can earn four or five hundred yuan.

Lao Niu took the two of them in and said to the owner of the wine shop: "The old rules are: a pot of herbal tea, a pancake, and half a dish of pickles. Keep it in the account!" He said to the two of them, "You two eat and you can pay the bill yourself."

Along the way, middle-aged Confucian scholars didn't talk much. Most of the time, they kept their heads down and read, chatting occasionally for a few words, but there was no big intersection. Seeing that the middle-aged Confucian scholar was a little shabby, Xiao Jinyan said, "I'll invite you to drink."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head slightly and said, "I dare not drink your wine. I dare not owe you favors." As he said that, he put out a lot of money and said, "Give me a pot of tea." Before the tea came up, he lowered his head and read the book "Book of Rites".

Xiao Jinyan found it interesting and talked to him, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar ignored him.

Lao Niu ate the pancake, burped, and chatted with the owner of the wine shop, "Your brother-in-law is working at the yamen. If you have any news recently, please reveal a few words!"

The owner of the restaurant said, "You come here every few days to ask this and that, where is there so much news, let alone your big mouth. If you know, the entire Yinyang City will know."

Lao Niu smiled and patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep it confidential."

The boss was also a gossiper, so he came over and whispered, "I heard that a big man is coming to the capital recently. The government has been busy these days, and it is pouring water on the street and demolishing illegal buildings. It is almost the time when the city was founded last year."

"What big man? The emperor?"

The boss laughed and scolded, "The current emperor has not left the capital for many years. Even if he leaves the city, he will not go to Jiangnan. Why do he go to our Yinyang City to do it? Why should he eat wind and sand?"

To the west of Yinyang City is Hengduan Mountain, towering into the clouds. The wind from the inland is blocked by Hengduan Mountain and the airflow circulates, causing the windy weather in Yinyang. There is a joke that Yinyang winds twice a year, and once every six months.

Lao Niu asked, "Who is that?"

The boss curled his lips, "You ask me, who will I ask?"

At this time, five or six quick riders rushed from a distance, and there were immediately a group of young people, including men and women. The man in his lead was wearing white clothes, and at his twenties, he tied his hair with a red rope, and came to the restaurant. He pulled the reins of the horse, and the horse neighed, and raised his front hooves more than half a person high, almost kicking over a table, which scared the teacook next to him to scream.

Everyone laughed immediately.

Seeing this, the old Niu kept evading and staying with Xiao Jinyan, a middle-aged Confucian scholar. Xiao Jinyan wondered and asked, "Who is this?"

Lao Niu whispered, "The son of Li Xiancheng, the young city lord Li Renjie. This person is eccentric, so we should try not to mess with him."

When everyone came, they attracted all the diners' attention.

The owner of the restaurant came forward and smiled and said, "The young city lord is back from hunting?"

Li Renjie turned over and got off the horse, took off a bamboo basket from the horse, and put it on the table. In the bamboo basket, blood was dripping. Xiao Jinyan looked at it, but he didn't know what kind of prey he was hit.

Everyone sat down, and one person shouted, "Old Sun, today the young city lord is hunting and returns with great victory. Good wine and meat, hurry up and serve!"

The owner of the wine shop responded and went to prepare.

These people have not been excited yet. A man said, "Young City Lord, today is so happy. The master of the Black Dragon Village is so majestic. He is still arrogant and wants to teach the young city lord a lesson. As a result, he lost his life without even blocking the young city lord. He really doesn't know how high the world is."

Others also called it yes.

A woman with a charming figure leaned on Li Renjie's shoulder and the princess smiled and said, "That's not the case. The second village leader still covets his beauty and lets him be the wife of the village. I really don't know if he expected that his head would change when he said this!"

Xiao Jinyan suddenly realized that what they were talking about hunting was to go out of the city to kill bandits.

In addition to the three major sieges, there are also several small forces on the Yinyang Grain Road. These young people should be young Ren Xia who relied on their martial arts to go out to the city for fun.

Although the young city lord Li Renjie didn't say anything, everyone praised him, which sounded very helpful. He smiled and said, "You can't say that. It's just a lucky person to be able to kill the two enemies of Heifeng Village. The main reason is that they do evil and disturb my Yinyang peace. My father has to do things and has no time to pay attention to them. I just use my means to eliminate harm for the people!"

He had a loud voice and deliberately told everyone in the restaurant to listen.

Another man shouted, "According to me, the Young City Lord is too modest. In today's world, except for our Lord Li, there are only a handful of people with higher martial arts than the Young City Lord. Xiaosheng's world ranks you in the third list of Heaven, Earth and Man. That's the sword technique of the Young City Lord. If the Young City Lord has the opportunity to go to the Central Plains, what are the four major families and eight major sects, one by one, stepping on his feet, see if they dare to underestimate our Yinyang man?"

Xiao Jinyan felt happy. This young city lord had only martial arts skills in Zhixuan's Middle Realm. With this little cultivation, he was not worthy of carrying shoes for Zhao Langjiang. A group of people flattered him in the middle of winter and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Everyone looked at this side.

The man said, "Why, are you not convinced?"

Xiao Jinyan shook his head vigorously, "I dare not, I am in the capital letters!"

Li Chengxian frowned and looked at Xiao Jinyan, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, and said, "A native of Central Plains?"

The nineteen cities of Yinyang nominally surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, but in fact they had a high degree of autonomy. These young people were crazy and proud of Yinyang people, and had no good impression of the people in the Central Plains.

Xiao Jinyan said, “

People from Suzhou, Xiajiangnan, come to Yinyang City to do something."

Li Renjie said oh, not taking him seriously. He looked sideways and saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar lowering his head to study, deaf ears to what happened in the restaurant, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, I'm so old, I've read dozens of kilograms of books, have you ever asked Yan Ruyu and the Golden House?"

As he said that, he pulled the woman beside him into his arms. The woman cooperated and pressed her tightly against him, hooked his neck, and smiled, "What's the matter with these poor scholars?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked up and smiled slightly, "Reading can cultivate oneself and cultivate one's nature, but there is no beauty in the world, a golden house."

"What do you read?"

Confucian scholar said, "I want to find a way from books that can stop disputes."

Everyone laughed loudly.

One person said, "Where did the pedantic scholars come from? I'm afraid I'm stupid when I read? In our Yinyang City, who has a big fist, who has a high martial arts skills, who can keep his words in his words, and who can fart and listen to a sound. What's the use of reading? It's better to be a fart!"

The Confucian scholar smiled and shook his head.

Li Renjie sent the bamboo basket forward, and two bloody heads slid down from it and rolled in front of the three. The old cow screamed strangely, and his face was bloodless and he retreated repeatedly.

Xiao Jinyan, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, did not move.

The follower immediately said, "There are many bandits in the world, and they do everything evil. What should I do? Do you still tell them the Four Books and Five Classics to influence them? Only by using violence to fight violence! Our young city lord is wise and powerful, and has killed ten bandits over the years."

Li Renjie corrected, "Eleven!"

"Yes, eleven." The man looked at the Confucian scholar with a disdainful look, "Study, have you ever killed anyone?"

Another smiled and said, "Look at his appearance, let alone killing people, I'm afraid I haven't even killed a chicken!"

The enchanting woman princess smiled and said, "It's a scholar who is useless, and it's all you said!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed and looked northwest, as if he had floated to the city at the foot of Hengduan Mountain, murmured, "Has I killed anyone?"

Over the years, he has made great contributions to the court, and has become the most powerful minister. However, the massacre of the city in Dingzhou has become a stain that he cannot erase in his life.

In the court, people called Duke Anguo and the Grand Governor of Life. In the world, people called him the number one master in the world. However, he knew that behind him, he also had a notorious butcher with a famous butcher faced by others.

The historian of the Hanlin Academy even called him, Bai Qi and Huang Chao, the three great men.

Thirty thousand lives!

Overnight, the city turns into a sea of ​​blood, and the earth turns into hell.

The Dingzhou massacre caused an uproar in the court. The impeachment of the censor of the Censorate of the Censorate accumulated into a mountain. It is said that the palace maids of the Huanhuang Bureau used it to keep warm and burned for a whole winter. He was forced to resign three times, which caused the emperor's thunder and anger. Zhu Liye transferred a censor to the left to the salt and iron inspection envoy, and then convicted him of death on the same day. The censors realized that the emperor was determined to protect him.

A storm disappeared invisibly.

Only the old mad dog in Dengwenyuan smelled a clue from it, and vaguely guessed that the 30,000 lives in Dingzhou were endorsed for the emperor after Jingnan ascended the throne.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said to himself, "Have I killed anyone?"

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Chapter completed!