An Ziyu turned the ruler between her fingers and said dissatisfiedly: "What does Hubu mean?"

There was a touch of blood on Ning Yayun's jade-like face, "This matter has nothing to do with the Ministry of Household Affairs, it's just that someone wants to put people in the Imperial College."

"Dream!" An Ziyu stood up suddenly, "That's it, you thief!"

She looked at Ning Yayun, "Whose idea was it to sacrifice wine?"

Ning Yayun raised the glass to her lips and took a sip with a calm demeanor. He put down the water glass, stood up and walked to the window.

"Four surnames in the family, and the supreme one."

An Ziyu couldn't help but be startled, and then saw the wine priest, who was known for his impeccable manners, take a step back and curse out the window contemptuously.

"Ganniniang!"

A gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing his hair. The wind then swept over the table and gently blew the water glass.

A pile of porcelain powder and a pool of tea quietly appeared on the table.

…

Walking on the street and watching the cars and horses walking slowly, Yang Xuan couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Before he was ten years old, he could still ride on an ox cart, but after he was ten years old, he could only watch other children sitting on an ox cart and smile at him.

He was also very depressed at first, but then he gradually became numb. It's not your thing, so what's the use of being envious? It would be more practical to go hunting in the mountains and save some private money.

A large section of the square wall is broken on the right side, and behind a row of stalls, most of them are women and old people.

"Come and buy it! The most delicious fruit."

“Rice cakes from Yuanzhou!”

A girl is shouting.

"How much?"

The rice cake is very solid and the color is just right.

"Ten dollars a dollar."

Years of accumulation, coupled with the good weather in recent decades, have resulted in very low prices in Datang.

Ten pieces of rice cakes are quite a lot, and a cloth bag costs extra.

"I'll return the cloth bag tomorrow." Yang Xuan was unwilling to buy a useless cloth bag and go home. The girl argued with him for a long time, panting and staring at him, feeling like she was meeting an opponent. She nodded for a long time, "I've never seen you like this before.

Waiting for someone to dig it!”

Yang Xuan went back first and put down the rice cakes. Yi Niang and Cao Ying were not there.

When we arrived at Wannian County, the gatekeeper finally stopped blocking us, but he still felt a little resentful.

Yang Xuan just smiled slightly.

Before he was ten years old, Yang Xuan's life was pretty good. When he went to the village, the guard dogs would wag their tails when he came to the door. After he was ten years old, his situation changed drastically. When he went there again, the dogs actually roared fiercely at him.

He won't blame the dogs, because he knows that the owner's attitude has changed, which makes them behave like this.

Just like he wouldn't blame this palm leader at this moment.

In the check-in room, Tang Xiaonian was scratching his head, and Wen Xinshu said worriedly next to him: "Tang Shuai, your hair..."

Boom!

Tang Xiaonian looked at the dozens of long hairs that had fallen on the map, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, and slapped Wen Xinshu in the face.

Sometimes, don't expose someone's shortcomings. You mean well, but others will get angry and turn on you.

Tang Xiaonian glanced at Zhao Guolin, lowered his head and asked, "Old Zhao, look at my hair, is it thinning?"

Zhao Guolin, who was holding Ma Shan in a daze, raised his eyes and said calmly: "It's okay, but it's still not enough to become a monk."

Tang Xiaonian was stunned for a moment, and just as Yang Xuan came in, he put aside this sad topic.

The four of them sat down.

"Jin Wuwei inquired carefully before, and we also went to the workshop to inquire, and we are sure that the fingerprint is the first one, but why are those spies doing this?"

Tang Xiaonian stretched out his hand to scratch his head, stopped midway, and then said angrily: "Mom, don't scratch your itch."

Zhao Guolin rarely spoke and was speechless while looking at the map.

Wen Xinshu came up with a few ideas and was slapped again.

"Yang Xuan, tell me."

Tang Xiaonian was very kind, which made Wen Xinshu a little melancholy. But Yang Xuan saved him, so even if Tang Xiaonian married his daughter to Yang Xuan, he would have nothing to say and would have to give his heartfelt blessings.

Yang Xuan has actually been thinking about this matter and gained some insights.

"Is there something wrong with that family? Otherwise, how would you know that someone dug a hole and buried more than ten boxes of belongings in the house?"

Tang Xiaonian nodded, "They have been arrested. They were tortured before. The women and children were not there that night, but they didn't know it. The man in charge, Wang Erlang, refused to say anything and just cried out for injustice."

Wen Xinshu said: "He is a tough guy."

Zhao Guolin said calmly: "If he confesses, he will die, and the whole family will be exiled. If he doesn't confess, he will die alone."

Tang Xiaonian said quietly: "The most troublesome thing is... the deputy general Zhou of Jinwu Guard has found a connection and said that Jinwu Guard is willing to take over this matter."

Wen Xinshu said bitterly: "I want to take the opportunity to take revenge!"

Zhao Guolin said: "The overwhelming force of the mountains is unstoppable."

"I want to pry open Wang Erlang's mouth!"

Tang Xiaonian stood up, "Yeah, I don't believe it."

A clerk came outside the door and brought Huang Wenzun's instructions.

"The Ming government has said that this matter is of great importance. If you can't find it out, then hand it over to Jinwu Guards."

Tang Xiaonian suddenly felt like an ant on a hot pot.

His hair fell slowly, and Wen Xinshu looked at the top of his head melancholy, worried that his father-in-law would be bald in the future.

"Then Wang Erlang is not afraid of death. How can he ask for a confession?"

Even Zhao Guolin frowned.

In despair, Yang Xuan said: "Maybe I can think of a way."

"What method?"

The three of them stood up suddenly.

"Imperial College." Yang Xuan remembered that Bao Dong once muttered, asking Zhong Hui how he could ask for a confession, so it was very risky to be a student of this professor, and he would be caught easily if he lied.
Chapter completed!