The wind was howling, the energy was surging, and the entire secret hall was shaking.
Dozens of censors in embroidered clothes bowed their heads and stood tremblingly in the hall, not daring to express their anger, enduring the constant shouting and scolding.
The powerful and powerful man named Wang He who had previously made things difficult for Jingyang was one of them.
Because the person roaring in the hall was none other than Shangguan among the Xiuyi Censors, the Eight Great Generals "Thunderbolt".
The so-called general is not really a general.
The Censor of Xiuyi is a lowly and powerful person, and in the following governance, these eight generals correspond to the eight major states except Zhongzhou. Each of them is a being who can frighten the officials of a state's frontiers.
Among them, Pili has a great reputation in the world. He is called the Patriarch of Pili. He founded a sect called Pili Hall. If anything goes wrong, he will destroy all the enemies in the sect.
Such a ferocious existence was furious at this moment, and his brows were full of pressure, which showed the seriousness of the situation.
What Wang He knew was that His Majesty had lost an ancient painting and was searching all over the world for it.
As for what is in the painting and why it is so popular, it is not something that little people like them can understand.
"Still stunned here? Look for it quickly! If you can't find it within a month, I will peel off a layer of your skin!"
They only know that the ancestors of Perak have many means to make life worse than death.
So after the words fell, the imperial censors in embroidered clothes came out in unison and scattered all over Yuzhou.
Wang He is also one of them.
He wandered the streets and alleys, searching day and night, not letting go of any clues.
But still, nothing was found.
"Spare my life! My lord, please spare my life!"
One month later, in the execution hall, shrill shouts came one after another.
The ancestors of Perak never lied. When they said they were peeling off a layer of skin, they were peeling off a layer of skin.
"I'll give you another month. If you still don't have any clues, just accept the thunder palm!"
That night Wang He lay on the bed, shivering.
Not just pain, but fear.
Punishment that exposes the flesh to the flesh is never the cruelest. People like them still have to look for ancient paintings. The ancestor of Perak is just teaching them a lesson.
But if you can't complete the task, it's really over. The thunder palm is a variant of the thunder spirit magic. It is thunderous and fierce. If you receive this palm, you will become a cripple even if you don't die, and it will be difficult to stand up again.
"Give me some medicine and I'll go out early tomorrow morning!"
As a result, without even having time to recover from their injuries, all the embroidered censors took action again in the early morning of the next day.
He would wake up early and stay up until late at night, wishing he could dig three feet into the ground and turn Yuzhou City upside down.
Finally, seeing the deadline approaching, Wang He's eyes showed despair.
"Paintings are for sale. Peerless treasures, water lotus pictures. Come and take a look!"
Wandering on the street, like a walking zombie, the familiar sound of selling came. Wang He's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at Jingyang, who was selling paintings on the street, with hatred in his eyes.
At that time, the prime minister and the imperial censor were good friends. Jing Heng, the Minister of Rites, had no idea and dared to read a copy of the prime minister's book. Dismissal from office would have been light. If he hadn't been famous all over the world and his literary style moved the Confucius Temple, he would not have been able to harm the emperor.
Mr. Shi had already ruined his family.
So that day, Wang He took advantage of the pretext of searching ancient paintings and wanted to arrest Jingyang together. This son of an official who had never suffered any hardship was in prison. If he wanted to explain anything, he would not have it.
What, it was a great achievement to tarnish Jing Heng's reputation and remove a thorn in the Prime Minister's side.
Maybe with this merit, even if no clues about the ancient painting can be found, he will be able to avoid punishment.
"If I don't survive, I will be buried with you before I die!"
Wang He clenched his fists and looked at Jingyang with gritted teeth.
From the perspective of a bystander, this hatred has no reason.
But for Censor Xiuyi, who is used to being domineering and domineering, if you don’t let me succeed, it’s your fault!
"Sir, I have some clues to report!"
At this moment, a respectful voice sounded. Wang He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the policeman who had searched Jingyang that day, standing beside him with his head bowed.
"explain!"
Wang Hezheng didn't even bother to look at him and squeezed out a word through his teeth.
The policeman said: "Tell your lord, there is a pawnshop in the east of the city, named Yong'an Pawnshop. You may be able to get the clues you want."
"Yongan Pawnshop?"
Wang He was startled and traced the calligraphy and painting. The first thing they checked was the pawn shop in Waijiuxing. They had searched all seventeen pawn shops in the city and found nothing. Among them, there was not even this Yong'an pawn shop. Where did it come from?
.
As soon as his thoughts changed, he didn't dare to neglect: "Please tell me carefully!"
The policeman said: "This Yong'an Pawn Shop has just opened recently, so no one cares about it. But half a month ago, Manager Qiu of Yuzhou Commercial Bank came in to pawn, and something incredible happened."
Wang He listened and soon understood the whole story.
In this world, hundreds of schools of thought were not deposed, and only Confucianism and Taoism were respected. Merchants had a very high status. Yuzhou Commercial Bank also enjoyed a high reputation throughout the country due to the rich output of spiritual grains in Shu.
However, the originally prosperous situation was broken by the arrival of the Xiuyi Censor. The Perak Patriarch was greedy and set his sights on the wealth of the Yuzhou Trading Company, and wanted to use the Perak Hall to swallow it up.
The Xiuyi Censor has too much power, his status is not high enough, and he has no foundation at all. Such a deformed existence has a natural sense of crisis. While he can still make profits, he will cross the line and do anything.
The Yuzhou Trading Company was not an easy person, and they were fighting overtly and secretly with Perak Hall. There was no distinction between superior and inferior. However, Manager Qiu fell into Perak Hall's scheme and was caught. It became a breakthrough point.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Manager Qiu planned to sell his property and flee. All the other pawn shops in Yuzhou City recognized him and knew that the newly opened Yong'an pawn shop was the only one easy to bully, so he took the title deed of the house, prepared to mortgage it and ran away.
Wang He sneered: "You are seeking death!"
The authorities are confused, but the onlookers are clear. Perak Hall is a powerful force in the world. Since they use Manager Qiu as a breakthrough, how can they give him a chance to escape? I am afraid they are waiting for him to leave Yuzhou City and swallow him up!
The policeman took the opportunity to flatter him: "Your Excellency is indeed wise!"
Wang He became impatient: "What happens next?"
The policeman said: "After Manager Qiu came out, he did not escape. Instead, he returned to the Chamber of Commerce. He solved the frame-up of Perak Hall with skill and saved his life and property!"
Wang He said: "So, it was the people from Yong'an Pawnshop who gave Manager Qiu some advice and allowed him to escape the disaster?"
"No!"
The detective suddenly lowered his voice: "Manager Qiu gave up something of his own forever in exchange for the chance to save his life!"
Wang He was startled: "What?"
"Spell talent!"
The policeman said in a trembling voice: "Steward Qiu is the fastest and most accurate steward in our city of Yuzhou. Any complicated account book can be checked immediately if he scans it once. However, after this incident, Steward Qiu even did the math."
It’s no longer useful!”
Wang He's eyes narrowed: "What's the point of this?"
The policeman said: "It is said that what is pawned in Yong'an Pawn Shop is not just ordinary money. There, you can pawn your physical body, your emotions, your anger, your sorrow, your benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and even your greed and selfishness. All tangible and intangible things can be exchanged for the same value.
return."
"Is this happening?"
Wang Hemo rubbed his chin: "Is this the Yong'an pawnshop in the west of the city? Well, you have made a great contribution and it is really rewarding. I will not forget you!"
The policeman was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
However, watching Wang He leave, his eyes suddenly became confused: "Huh? What did I just say to this embroidered censor? Why can't I remember..."