Lin Miaobi walked out of Xiao's house, touched the gold coins hanging in his pocket, and then came up with the idea of gambling and having a drink.
He is a person who likes to gamble, drink, and brag. When he has money, he can't help but spend it, and he won't stop until it's all spent.
It is also because of this problem that despite his talents, he has always been ostracized by his colleagues and can only associate with some bad friends.
And the more this happens, the faster the money will be spent.
After this idea came to me, I wandered in place for a few steps and couldn't help but mutter to myself: "Just go and have two drinks, no, three drinks, just three drinks. It's just me. I won't miss anything."
After taking a breath to convince himself, he rushed towards Chengxifang City happily.
In fact, the area in the northwest of the city has the most and the most prosperous restaurants and night markets. Businessmen, wealthy people and some officials like to go there, but the prices there are also high, and there are many people who know him. If Xiao Qingshu knew that he was not doing business, he would be
It would be bad to go there to drink.
But his wish to avoid acquaintances was obviously in vain. Just when he arrived at the end of the field, a voice said: "Isn't this Lin Miaobi?"
Lin Miaobi was excited. He turned around and saw that the other person was a young man of 16 or 17 years old. He was also holding a folding fan in his hand, and his expression was a little frivolous. He relaxed and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Wang."
Wang Bo just went out to visit the night market today. He was also happy to meet a friend he met. He suggested: "Lin Miaobi, you haven't seen much lately, why don't you go have a drink?"
When Lin Miaobi heard this, he couldn't help but said: "Okay." He stretched out three fingers and said, "Three cups, just drink three cups!"
The two of them found a tavern called "Drunken Crane". When they got there, they called a private room and started changing glasses.
After just a few drinks, my face turned red.
Wang Bo could feel that he was hiding something in his heart. He was the person who liked to inquire about gossip the most, and he was also eager to get into trouble, so even though he knew that he was not a good drinker, he still tried to persuade him cup after cup.
After drinking three drinks in a row, Lin Miaobi said that he would only drink three drinks today. However, under Wang Bo's persuasion, three drinks were followed by three drinks, and three drinks were followed by three drinks...
Seeing that he was getting drunk, Wang Bo knew that the heat was almost over, so he said: "Lin Miaobi, I haven't seen you lately. What big things are you busy with?"
"Hmm."
Lin Miaobi patted the table and said, "You, do you know Zhang Shenzhi?"
"who?"
Wang Bo's heart moved.
"Zhang Shenzhi, Zhang Yu." Lin Miaobi gestured with his hands, "It's the Zhang Yu who killed the newt and the incarnation of the god at the city gate, the one often mentioned in newspapers...
"
Wang Bo pretended to be surprised, "Oh, Teacher Zhang, of course I know, he is still the teacher of our academy, what happened to him?"
Lin Miaobi pointed at him, let out a belch, and then said: "I'm telling you, someone wants to deal with him!" He patted his chest, "So, leave it to me."
Wang Bo's expression changed slightly, and then he showed a look of scorn. He shook his folding fan and said, "Don't try to bluff me. It's not that I look down on you, Lin Miaobi. Who is Teacher Zhang? Even the incarnations of gods can't deal with it. You can deal with it."
he?"
"Don't believe it yet!"
Lin Miaobi glared, pointed at him across the table with his hand, and said, "Have you ever heard that you don't need a knife to kill someone? If you want to defeat a person, you must first defeat him in terms of reputation!"
Wang Bo asked cautiously: "Did Master Zhang commit something, or did he have some clues that fell into your hands?"
Lin Miaobi burst out laughing, "You, you, you just don't understand. I don't know if he committed any crime, but I can make it up!"
Wang Bo was stunned, "Editor?"
"That's right, editor!"
Lin Miaobi came closer, half-leaning on the wine table, leaned his head over, covered his mouth with his hands, and said: "Let me tell you, this is not a fabrication. You have to be three-point truthful first, and then make up seven-point truth."
Fake……"
He stepped back and waved his hand outward, "As long as those traffickers and lackeys see it, they will spread it everywhere. Hey, no matter whether it is true or false, it will be useless no matter how you distinguish it, they will believe this! The more you
The more you say this, the more they believe it!" He nodded vigorously at Wang Bo, "Yes, that's it, then it will be true if it is not true."
Wang Bo couldn't help but said: "But this is against the laws of the Protectorate, right? What's more, it's slandering a capital official? Lin Miaobi, you just came out of the Hanmo Newspaper Office, right? You don't want to stay at the Linning Newspaper Office anymore?"
Lin Miaobi sneered and pointed at himself with his thumb, "I'm... not afraid! I have a backer this time, Xiao Qingshu, does Xiao Qingshu know?" He patted the case repeatedly, making bang bang noises.
Wang Bo recalled for a while, his body trembled, and he lowered his voice and said: "From the Sihu Yamen Office? The brother of Director Xiao?"
Lin Miaobi said: "Yes, it's him!" He said triumphantly: "You understand, with this guy here, what should I be afraid of?" He fumbled for a while and took a copy of the manuscript from his writing bag and put it on the wine table.
On the case, "Look!"
Wang Bo wondered: "What is this?"
"The newspaper, the newspaper I wrote!" Lin Miaobi picked up the wine glass and took another sip, "After finishing these three glasses of wine, I will send this thing to the newspaper. Tomorrow Xiao Qingshu will go to Wenqi
When we preach in the square, my newspaper will come out at that time. As soon as the two sides cooperate," he clapped his hands, "it's all done."
Wang Bo was secretly frightened when he heard this. He glanced at the newspaper, rolled his eyes, and hurriedly raised his glass to toast again, saying: "Come, drink, don't talk about this, don't talk about this anymore, drink, drink."
"Three cups, just three cups."
Under Wang Bo's deliberate toast, after more than a dozen glasses passed, Lin Miaobi lay down on the table and fell asleep. Wang Bo stepped forward and pushed him, and called a few more times. Seeing that he didn't respond, he pushed him away.
He pulled out the newspaper that was pressed under his body.
After putting it down next to him, he slowly walked out of the private room, told the store owner not to disturb the customers inside, and went out.
As soon as he left the door of the tavern, the tired look on his face completely disappeared, he took a look at the direction and hurried out.
He ran several streets in a row and arrived at a street with less noise. He identified the door and found a house. He went up and knocked on the door and said: "Open the door in Mingyang. Open the door. It's me."
Wang Bo."
After a while, the door opened from the inside, and Yu Mingyang walked out in his clothes, saying in surprise: "Brother Wang, why are you here? Didn't I say in my letter that I will go find you tomorrow?"
At first, he, Wang Bo, and Zheng Yu entered the academy together, and they had good friendships with each other. Later, Duan Neng was added, and the four of them formed a small circle. Although he went to the Jianclaw tribe, he never came back.
Forget about getting together.
Wang Bo squeezed in and gasped: "It's said inside, it's said inside."
After Yu Mingyang closed the door, he calmed down his breathing, opened the fan and kept fanning himself, saying: "Mingyang, someone wants to deal with your teacher."
Yu Mingyang was shocked and said: "What? Which teacher?"
"Zhang Yu, Teacher Zhang. Please pour me a glass of water quickly. My mouth is very dry."
Yu Mingyang quickly brought over a glass of water and said seriously: "What's going on?"
Wang Bogugu drank a few sips, exhaled, and then told what happened. He wiped the sweat from his head and said: "Fortunately, I met you. I always heard you say that Zhang
Hello sir, you said you finally have a good gentleman who appreciates you, but if your reputation is ruined by others, can you still survive? If I knew and didn't tell you, would I still be worthy of your friend?
"
Yu Mingyang was suddenly moved. He bowed his head and said, "Brother Wang, thank you very much for coming to report. I owe you a favor."
Wang Bo waved his hand and said proudly: "Little things, small things, oh, yes!"
He handed the manuscript from his pocket to Yu Mingyang's hand, "Take this thing, it's evidence. Give it to Teacher Zhang. He will definitely know how to do it. You have to hurry up. Even if Lin Miaobi is drunk today, Xiao Qingshu will be there tomorrow."
But I still go to Wenqi Square and talk nonsense about what Teacher Zhang teaches."
Yu Mingyang hurriedly took it and said: "Yes, let's go to the academy and give this to the teacher."
Neither of them noticed that while they were talking, a middle-aged man next door heard their conversation clearly.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then pushed out the back door and entered a small street. He seemed to be walking slowly, but his steps were very fast. In a short while, he arrived in front of the "Drunken Crane" pub.
He walked in and said in a completely different voice than usual: "I am Lin Miaubi's friend. My family asked me to come find him. Where is he?"
The waiter didn't doubt that he was there, so he quickly led him to the private room, opened the door, and said: "Here, here."
The middle-aged man looked at Lin Miaobi sleeping soundly and said helplessly: "I'm so drunk, my sister-in-law will blame me again." He went up to touch, took out the gold yuan from his pocket, threw it to the clerk, and then
He put one of his arms on his shoulders and helped him out steadily.
After leaving the tavern, he led the people to a remote smelly ditch. He pressed his finger on Lin Miaobi's neck for a moment, and then pushed it into the ditch.
Then he waited here quietly for a while, then turned and left.
When he returned home, he saw that Yu Mingyang was no longer there, so he took out a crossbow from under the bed, checked it, reached out and took off a bamboo hat from the wall and put it on, then went out again, went straight outside the city, and finally came to a
In front of a tall building not too far from Wenqi Square.
This is exactly where the two masked men peeked at Chiang Dingyi's cavalry two months ago.
He put the crossbow on his back, climbed up with bare hands, climbed in through the broken window on the fifth floor, and then stood there with his arms folded, looking towards the square with a faint gaze.
At dawn, the noise outside gradually came in.
The middle-aged man who had been standing all night suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, and his sharp gaze looked at a carriage in the distance that was driving towards the square.
The carriage was under a high platform, and a young scribe in his mid-twenties, wearing a straight jacket and holding a folding fan, walked out of it. As soon as he appeared, many people in the square spontaneously gathered around him.
The middle-aged man calmly took down the crossbow from his back, stepped on the top ring with his foot, slowly pulled the crossbow string, then pulled out a crossbow arrow with a strange light from the leather sheath, and placed it in the arrow slot.
, then raised the crossbow, pointed it forward, and adjusted it slightly.
The young scribe seemed to be very popular, and he was surrounded as soon as he came out. Then he repeatedly handed over his hands, then squeezed out of the crowd, and walked up to the preaching platform step by step with a hint of excitement.
When he stood on the platform, he slowly turned around and faced the people who gathered under the stage and looked up at him. Feeling the slightly dazzling morning sun that had just risen, not only did he feel a surge of emotion in his heart,
There was a surge of pride, and I felt as if I had reached the pinnacle of my life.
He raised his hand to cover his mouth and pretended to cough. However, just when he was about to open his mouth and before he could make a sound, with a sneer, a crossbow arrow that pierced both sides suddenly appeared on his neck!
His smile suddenly froze on his face, then his body swayed and he fell down with a thud.
On top of the tall building, the middle-aged man threw away the crossbow, put on the bamboo hat again, tied the knot slowly, turned over and jumped out of the broken window. After landing, he stood firm and held his hand again.
The brim of the hat blends into the crowded places in the city.