Guardian Chapter 182: Wei Xiang’s calculations

  "Brother Chen, the situation is serious." Zeng Shuyou backed away from the left and right, and took Chen Feng, who was still holding a meat bun in his mouth.

  Chen Feng was stunned for a while, thumping his chest, panting and saying: "Don’t panic in case of trouble, first eat a bun to suppress the shock."

  Shuyou Zeng pushed aside the meat bun that Chen Feng handed over, took a piece of analysis information into his arms, and hurriedly slapped his palm in a circle.

  Chen Feng slowly unfolded the information in his hand, and just glanced at it, without having to look...what to see, the analysis of King An's collusion with the demon clan to rebel was still from his own hands and instructed Tianji Pavilion to sell it to Zeng Shuyou.

  He swept his eyes around on the intelligence, and his mouth still made pretentious sounds of "tsk", "hiss" and "wow".

   "It turns out that all the evidence points to King An's rebellion." Chen Feng made a fuss and looked scared, just as he had just learned that the incident had been impacted, showing an incredible expression.

  "Be quiet." Zeng Shuyou pulled information from Chen Feng, carefully folded several layers, and hid it in his underwear.

  "Headache." Zeng Shuyou rubbed the position of his temples and said: "Since ancient times, the prince’s rebellion, whether it is or not, has been accompanied by a **** storm. What's more, the above words are unequivocal, with a name and a surname, justified, and cooperating. The confession I got is hard to believe that it is not true."

  "The steward of Prince An's Mansion, Xiong Kun recruited?"

  "That's not true. This guy's mouth is very hard. He Yingquan, a member of the engineering department, bit out several officials. I analyzed it a bit and they all have an interest in the construction of the fireworks building."

  "Look at the names of these officials and see if there are any officials that He Yingquan bit out." Chen Feng handed a list full of yamen, official positions, and names to Zeng Shuyou, who rubbed his temples.

  "This is?" Zeng Shuyou took a look at the list, and his eyes were puzzled. "In Kyoto, there are officials from the seventh to the third grade. Almost all functional departments are covered. I don’t see any connection. ."

  "If I say, you take this list to tear Xiong Kun’s psychological defenses, he will collapse instantly, would you try?"

  "If I said, these are the monster chess pieces that the monsters have devoted decades of power to bred in humans with some kind of secret technique, do you believe it or not?"

  "If I say that these are mostly officials from the Anwang family, would you dare to investigate?"

  Chen Feng’s words, one is better than the other.

  Zeng Shuyou pinched the list and looked at the names of He Yingquan biting out on it. A layer of fine sweat was visible on his forehead.

  He trembled his hands, his voice was trembling, and his eyes were incredible, "How did you get this list."

  "Use a bowl of noodles and exchange it with a little Luo...little girl." Chen Feng felt that his relaxed tone scared Zeng Shuyou, and added: "I also think it's a riddle, but that's the truth."

  This is indeed the case. Fan Xiaoxi was stabbed back by the Eagle King. The best way to retaliate against him is to destroy the Demon Race’s decades or even hundreds of years of planning.

  As for this list, when he was on Wangxiangtai, Yue Shaohua once said that he would implement a wake-up plan to clear the officialdom of Kyoto. The King of Gu Diao handed over a list, saying that he was an official of King An, so don’t be wrong. Kill yourself.

  Fan Xiaoxi sold this list to Chen Feng for a bowl of noodles.

The list of    of course far exceeds the value of a bowl of noodles, but Fan Xiaoxi doesn’t care anymore. She hates the Gu Eagle King’s backstab even more than Chen Feng’s ruined the Zombie’s stronghold in Kyoto.

  What plan is not planned, what big cause is not big, what is not big, Fan Xiaoxi doesn't care at all. It is more important than anything.

  So, you can defeat a woman with integrity, but you must not betray a woman, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.

  "The matter is too big, and the scope is wide, and a large number of officials in Kyoto are involved, plus all kinds of ties, less one-tenth of the people will be involved in this whirlpool."

  The perspiration of Zeng Shuyou began to subconsciously pour out balls. Yongxing Emperor’s birthday is approaching, and the steady character is the general trend. If this list is thrown out at this time, it will be no less than a blockbuster bomb in Kyoto. Regardless of whether Wang An's rebellion was true or false, he slapped him severely in front of Emperor Yongxing.

  Zeng Shuyou is under great pressure, his face is cloudy and sunny, his back is cool, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the list are all white. It can be seen that his heart is overwhelming, and he is under great pressure.

  Chen Feng also fell into silence. The intelligence analysis and list have been given out. What Zeng Shuyou does depends on what he thinks.

  Being an ostrich, burying your head in the sand, and not paying attention to it, is a good choice for Mingzhe to protect your life.

  Or tying Chen Feng on the spot and selling it to King An, it is also a good way to change a game of wealth.

  The most unhelpful, as a shopkeeper, no matter what you choose, drag it until An Wang jumps out by himself, and look at the form to bet on which side, you won’t lose money.

  Fortunately, Zeng Shuyou did not let Chen Feng wait too long.

  Zeng Shuyou was cold and sweaty, and his face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The foundation of the country, how can you allow foreigners to be presumptuous. If you fight, it is a big deal that this official will not do it."

  "It’s not enough to have the list alone. I need Xiong Kun’s confession. Only with the confession of the steward of the Prince An’s house can I have the confidence to go directly to the palace." Zeng Shuyou seemed to have made a lot of determination. When he made up his mind, The pace of panic walking slowly became calm, he raised his head and grabbed Chen Feng's arm, and said: "Help me, I want to interrogate Xiong Kun."

   Feeling the strong hand strength coming from his arm, Chen Feng smiled in his heart: This seemingly rotten Dashun Dynasty, there are still good officials full of enthusiasm like book friends, every age, There is no shortage of young people who patch the country.

  Next, Xiong Kun was interrogated, so that Zeng Shuyou saw Chen Feng's magic.

  Because of the fear of Xiong Kun's identity, Dali Temple has never been tortured to extract a confession, which caused Xiong Kun to ridicule the Dali Temple interrogator for wasting the court's tax and money.

  The newly promoted prison officer of Dali Temple was so angry that he almost drew his sword.

  In the eyes of Zeng Shuyou, Chen Feng seemed to have magical powers. Anyone and everything in his hands became very easy.

  In a very short period of time, he saw Xiong Kun’s self-reliance on his identity, from an arrogant attitude, to a sudden slump, to a puppet, the change of asking what to answer.

  Even, even his messing with An Wang's concubine was just like being poured out by him, and the details were endless.

  Under the powerful blessing of Chen Feng's dreaming magical skills, Zeng Shuyou got everything he wanted to know from Xiong Kun's mouth, including the private life of An Wang Tian's anger and resentment.

  Zeng Shuyou took the two-pronged approach and commissioned Chen Feng to interrogate He Yingquan, the servant of the Ministry of Engineering.

  Looking at the two confessions, Zeng Shuyou not only sighed with Chen Feng’s celestial means, but He Yingquan, who was thought to have lost his mind and had been breached by the Dali Temple interrogators, had so many secrets and no tricks. It turned out that he was acting .

  And Chen Feng's focus is on the other side.

  Xiong Kun and He Ying both mentioned a place called Wangxiangtai.

  The level of luxury there is comparable to Changsheng Gambling Shop, Changcui Building, and Enchanting Shop, and it can be called a man’s dream paradise.

  As long as those who are invited and qualified to enter, all consumption is free.

  This alone made Chen Feng be curious about such a mysterious place that is not circulated in Kyoto, and the daily operating costs are high. Only the invitation system is provided and consumption is free. How does it work?

  Resource Club? A red house colluded by officials and businessmen? Where do the white gloves wash their hands?

  Whose umbrella is this homeless station, or who is doing its umbrella?

  This is obviously a place where high-ranking officials are brought into the water for no profit.

  Who can have so much energy to make such a famous place disappear from the sight of Kyoto people?

  Isn't it the emperor Lao'er himself?

  Chen Feng was taken aback by his own thoughts. The secret path was that he had watched too many TV series in his previous life. This thought was too ridiculous. If it was Emperor Yongxing himself, then he would be too boring. It would have corrupted me. Dynasty game.

  That person, what on earth did he come from?

  ……

  "What the **** is this person?"

  Uncle Guo, Queen Wei’s elder brother, An Wang’s uncle, and the prime minister of the Dashun Dynasty, Wei Changji, was throwing a piece of paper in his hand into the tea stove and burning it down.

  He rubbed his hands, wiped the back of his hands with a moderate temperature moistened cloth towel, and said: "I don't believe that a Qiuchen without a foundation can lead the progress of the case in Dali Temple."

  Dali Temple Qing Jiang Shangshu withdrew her maid, personally took the towel in her hand, squatted beside the wooden basin, carefully lifted Wei Changji's feet from it, and wiped it slowly.

  "Wei Xiang, the students have checked. Chen Feng was originally from Luwei Town, Tanzhou. Before entering the Zhenhun Division, he was an unknown pawn, and he was sold into the Zhenhun Division by the grain transport officer."

  "Luwei Town?" Wei Changji squeaked and raised his feet, allowing Jiang Shangshu, whose temples were white to wipe his feet. He felt comfortable and reasonable. Seeing the tacit cooperation between the two, the dignified Dali Siqing Wiping Wei Xiang's feet, not once or twice.

  "Yes, it is reported that there was a military disaster, and the whole town died in Luwei Town where two people died."

  "Oh, I remember, it was a sensation at the time, but then why didn't it happen?"

  Jiang Shang sparsely pointed to the top of his head, and said: "His old man personally suppressed it. There are not many people who know about this."

  "We are the emperor." Wei Changji shook his head, held up Jiang Shangshu's arm, wiped it clean with a cloth towel, and said: "It's getting more and more invisible."

  "You can’t see it through, isn’t there you, we have you in Dashun to help the emperor to watch, we can’t get out of trouble." Jiang Shangshu held the gift of a student in front of Wei Changji and washed his feet. Going to the side, hung the cloth towel on the wooden stand, and then sat down with Wei Changji and served him hot tea, doing it well.

  "Zhengping, I remember you were a three-year scholar of Cathay Pacific."

  Jiang Shangshu heard Wei Changji's call to himself, and the corners of his mouth turned subconsciously, and he scorched his tea bowl in response: "The teacher was the chief examiner of the year. If it were not for the teacher to stand against the crowd, the student would have failed the list. "

  "That's because you have the ability." Wei Changji waved his hand, fell into memory, and said: "Your article about current malpractices that caused the reviewing officer's controversy is still fresh in my memory. I am ambitious and have ideas, and it proved later. I have a good vision, you have done a good job."

  "The teacher taught me well."

  "But it's not enough." Wei Changji turned around and tapped his fingers to indicate that the tea bowl is at the right temperature and ready to make tea.

  Jiang Shangshu was humble, kept silent, and listened. He knew that next, Wei Chang's assembly would judge the current situation, or to put it bluntly, to give instructions.

  "The emperor’s birthday is imminent. It is understandable that there are different voices on the court, but no matter what the sound is, you can’t miss the birthday. This matter is the top priority at the moment." Wei Changjiming He squinted his eyes, held the hot tea bowl, stroked his left and right hands, and added: "Zhengping, don't you understand."

  "The teacher means..." Jiang Shangshu dipped his tea, wrote the word "stable" on the coffee table, and looked up at Wei Changji.

  Wei Changji was neither affirmative nor negative. He suddenly changed the subject and said, “The Zeng family is a first-class rich family in Dashun, and pays a lot of taxes for the country. Their son will be yours. Will Shaoqing, who has a positive grade four, be wronged by others?"

  "Zeng Shuyou's rare talent, in the position of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, has repeatedly solved strange cases, and the students fully recommend them to serve the country."

  Xianyin knows the elegant meaning, Jiang Shangshu quickly understood the meaning of Wei Changji. Wei Xiang meant to transfer Zeng Shuyou away from Dali Temple, so that he can no longer touch this case, and give him a way to not touch the core, or even to stay away. Promoted posts in Kyoto, or vacant posts.

  "Tanzhou is thriving. The staff is selecting officials to reorganize Dashun's prestige. Young people, aggressive, and serving the country, should be obliged to do so. I believe Zeng Shaoqing will understand the meaning of the teacher's cultivation."

  "Positive fourth-grade, from third-grade, positive third-grade." Wei Changji tapped his finger on the tea bowl, and stopped when he read the positive third-grade.

  He squinted his eyes slightly, half-dzipped, and said casually: "Tanzhou, please follow the prosecutors, the justice of the state is the main state, and it can be regarded as applying what you have learned."

  Tanzhou is abolished, and the refugees have not yet moved back to their homes. The land is barren and it hasn't been a year or a half. What's the use of this.

  "The student thanked Wei Xiang for Zeng Shaoqing." Jiang Shangshu gave a word to the end. People who didn't know really thought he was happy for the promotion of his subordinates.

   "Well, I'm tired." Wei Changji waved his hand weakly, and woke up in a pretentious manner.

  Jiang Shangshu sat at the side of the coffee table, motionless, until Wei Changji snored slightly, and then he crept out.

  The snoring remains the same.

  Wei Changji's eyes have opened at this moment.

  His seemingly cloudy eyes are bright at this time.

  He put up his ten fingers and touched each other one by one, keeping the same interval between each touch.

  Wei Changji used to think deeply in this way.

  "The younger generation is terrible. A Shaoqing from Dali Temple and a Shiqiu minister, who is the soul-suppressor, almost set off a **** storm in the officialdom of Kyoto." Wei Changji murmured, and the frequency of five-finger touches became denser.

  "The soul-suppressing division is less of a Qiuchen, and it doesn't affect the operation." Wei Changji muttered to himself, as if thinking of a certain possibility, he shook his head and said: "It's not time to kill the snake, it's not time, it's not time. "

  "Is there any way to make him have to divert his attention?" Wei Changji seemed to be talking to the air, nodded and said: "You have a way, right?"

   didn't know who he was asking.

  Anyway, after Wei Changji had spoken, the curtains around the pillar shook a few times, like a night breeze, and a breath of breath.

  Anyway.

  Anyway.

  Wei Changji was really hooked and slept very securely.