Guardian Chapter 183: Someone is willing to be a fool

  "Remove from Dali Temple and promoted to Tanzhou's police officer?"

  Hearing this news, Shuyou Zeng was extremely shocked.

  At this juncture, he was actually transferred from Dali Temple and promoted to the Tanzhou Commissioner without a word?

  Yes, from the fourth rank to the third rank, skipping from the third rank, and raising two ranks, no matter how you look at it, it is a proper promotion. The third rank of the state will be released, and then it will be operated with the financial resources of the Zeng family. It's not impossible to go back to Kyoto to be a second-rank master, or even to join a pavilion.

  The problem is that this time node is wrong.

   Not to mention the officials in the land of Tanzhou, the staff is still drafting candidates. Even if they are selected, they may be far away from taking office. At least in half a year, this seems to have real power. A job is a fake job display.

  Shuyou Zeng probably wants to understand, some people don’t want to poke out what they found.

  This force is against the sky, and it can influence the appointment of officials of the court.

  Zeng Shuyou sat for half the night, thinking a lot.

  He even thought of not being an official. With the financial resources of the Zeng family, he would spend a few lifetimes, so wouldn't he be happy and happy to be a dude?

  Why do you want to get involved in the court dispute?

The rise and fall of the people behind the scenes implicitly warns that if you are not from the Zeng family of a wealthy and enemy country, you might be wiped out in the footsteps of Lin Zhonghou, Liu Jie, Song Zan and others.

  My Dashun Dynasty has been corrupted so far, even if I collude with the Yaozu, the prince intends to rebel against this kind of thing, and wants to get to the emperor, will he encounter great resistance?

  The heaven that is shun dynasty, after all, is not the heaven I know.

  Zeng Shuyou sighed deeply in the dark night...Since the sky is covered with dust, then I will break through the sky, let the scorching sun shine, and return the heavens and earth.

  The next day, the sky is not yet clear.

  Zeng Shuyou bathed and changed clothes, burned incense to worship the ancestors.

  He wears a feather crown on his head, a crown scarf hanging down his shoulders, and a silk mask half covering his face.

  He wore a tailored robe with white crescent-necked silver fine patterns and brocade, and large shadows of lotus patterns appeared on the white robe.

  He is thin, tall and straight, walking slowly, like a chrysanthemum tree, breezy and graceful, indescribably noble and elegant.

  The official uniform was removed and Zeng Shuyou, who wore casual clothes, really turned out to be like Young Master Yuwen. The dusty temperament alone had already overwhelmed 10,000 people.

   didn't alarm anyone.

  Zeng Shuyou straightened his clothes, carried the lantern, and stepped on the door to reveal the door.

  In the morning of August and September in Kyoto, it was not yet cold, but there was a hint of chill.

  Shuyou Zeng subconsciously wrapped himself up, breathing out heat.

  The person who is playing the watchdog is still in the night, and the sound of the bangs pierces the faint sky from time to time.

  The carriage that pours Yexiang, turns from house to house, and the smell of smoky smoke makes Zeng Shu's friendship uncontrollably frown.

  "Come to listen to the wind and smell the fragrance at night, the morning dew ticking down..." Zeng Shuyou laughed self-deprecatingly, and he still had a leisurely and elegant poem.

  Zeng Shuyou raised his eyes to the direction of the imperial city.

  The majestic outline of the imperial city is faintly visible in the night.

  The carriage in twos and threes began to sparsely appear in his sight. It was the official who was going to go up early, and he was going out early, ready to wait outside the noon gate-it’s late to go, standing and taking a nap, you have to lean on the outside , Is to drink cool breeze.

  "Master Zeng, go out so early." The watchmen in this area, who don't know Master Zengfu, salute Zeng Shuyou from a distance.

   "Yeah." Zeng Shuyou nodded, walking extremely steadily.

  He is in a good mood, at least for now, he has entered a state of no distraction.

  "I want the villain to show you the way." The man raised the lantern, illuminating the road in front of Zeng Shuyou more brightly.

  Zeng Shuyou awkwardly stopped, paused, and said: "I will take the road by myself, you people just need to follow it."

  Dragenger was confused, holding the lantern and stunned in place.

  He looked at Shuyou Zeng who was drifting away, and muttered, "Brain is broken?"

  "Your brain just broke." The abrupt voice was startled and shocked.

  He stepped back three steps, raised the lantern high, and squinted to see a handsome young man with a pile of white velvet on his head was standing in front of him.

  The young man patted his mouth, pulled out two big yawns, and muttered: "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and doze off in the morning, you know that you are not reconciled and I didn't get enough sleep."

   "Hoo~ Ooo!" I was lazy and groaned without waking up.

  Da Gengren saw the white ball on the top of the young man's head, revealing two watery crystal eyes.

  Puff and puff.

  The lantern fell, and the guy who played the watch also fell.

  A more obsessive look climbed onto the face, and an exclamation of "so cute" almost pierced the sky.

  Chen Feng covered the mouth of Dagman with one hand, making him out of reach with his teeth and claws. With one hand, he patted Xiaosan’s fat buttocks above his head and said: "Put away your charm value, this is just an ordinary person."

  "Hoo~oo! Hoo~oo!" Xiao San shook his head, made a protest, curled up and buried himself in Chen Feng's head.

  "You should stop, too." Chen Feng fluttered with a high-five, and the beater fell softly.

  Chen Feng rubbed his palms and whispered softly: "Those hidden stakes that monitor Zeng's mansion, and any outposts that don’t stay, and intend to plot against Zeng Shuyou, have all been pulled out for me."

  Swish swish...

  Several beeps repeatedly.

  Six shadows, like Chen Feng's shadow clone, disappeared into the night sky.

  Shadow Kill, the killer of the source shadow organization, should be called the secret guard of Tianji Pavilion, and opened the feast of killing.

  Night.

   is their best cover-up. When the dark guards do not do frontal hard work and start to focus on "professional counterpart work" with one blow, they have to say that their existence is terrifying.

  Zeng Shuyou, who walked all the way to Wumen, would not know.

  Someone removed the hidden piles around Zeng's mansion.

  He doesn't even know.

  In the carriage that passed him just now, there were three assassins who were about to hijack him.

  The old Yexiang-poor woman who bowed beside him had a dagger in her arms.

  The old man who sells chaos on the charcoal stove, the hot pot is burning hot oil.

  The young man hanging not far behind him actually had a crossbow hidden in his cuff.

  He couldn't meet these people anyway, they were all silently erased from existence.

  At the Meridian Gate.

  The civil official outside Zuoyemen squinted his eyes and took a nap. There was little discussion. Before the third drum sounded, he quickly stood and fell asleep.

  Youyemen outside the generals are more spirited than civil officials, and enter the mode of quiet chat in twos and threes.

  "Zeng Mansion is not abnormal, right."

  "Don't worry, heavy soldiers... heavy soldiers... why is he here?"

  An imperial family kin who is in a scattered position next to King An, half-talking, gestured outward.

  An Wang's sleepy eyes opened his eyes, his eyes narrowed into a seam.

  He was silent, his hands in his cuffs clenched subconsciously.

  "Where are the people who kill the mouth? What about your heavy soldiers." Wang An's pale face was completely bloodless, and his over-indulgent face was full of haze.

  The clan’s clan members were speechless when asked, yeah, with so many open and secret whistles, are they all blind? Letting Zeng Shuyou go to the door of the morning?

  "What are you doing?" Dali Temple Secretary Jiang Shangshu walked quickly, grabbed Zeng Shuyou, and said in a low voice: "Tanzhou's envoy belongs to a local official, and there is no need to go to court."

   He gritted his teeth and hinted: "Remember your identity, you are no longer Shaoqing of Dali Temple."

  Zeng Shuyou flicked his sleeves and broke free from Jiang Shangshu. He had no expression on his face, but he cursed in a low voice: "Hanging, shameless, and proud of it. I now want to understand. If you hadn't blocked it in secret, the case would have been long ago. The bottom line is."

  "It's a big crime to talk nonsense, spit people, and slander the court commander." Jiang Shangshu blushed, grabbed Zeng Shuyou's arm with his backhand, his tone softened, and persuaded: "I know what you want to do. Don't be that stupid. Matter..."

  "Is it like you?" Zeng Shuyousheng broke off Jiang Shangshu's finger and shook his head: "There must always be someone who is a fool, and someone must be willing to be a fool. Otherwise, the prince will be collaborating with the demons to seek rebellion. You can just leave it alone, and I can still save you?"

  "It's not what you found." Jiang Shangshu was anxious, and just as he was about to tell what he had learned, he was unceremoniously interrupted by Zeng Shuyou, "Today I want to be admonishment, no one can do it."

  Zeng Shuyou shook off Jiang Shangshu, walked hurriedly outside the Meridian Gate, straightened his chest and abdomen, took a long breath, and said loudly: "Xiaguan Zeng Shuyou, the former Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Nian is the envoy of Tanzhou, now weeping blood face saint ……"

  He tore, and a long blood book was taken out of his arms.

  "A lawsuit against Dali Temple Secretary obstructed justice and prevented the case-handling personnel from verifying the truth."

  "Second lawsuit against Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry for indulging subordinates, in the name of building fireworks towers, collusion between officials and businessmen, and corruption, as evidenced by the confession of Mr. He Yingquan, a member of the Ministry of Engineering, and Huang Dabiao, the guard of the city gate."

  "Three v. An King’s collusion with the Yaozu intent to rebel, he wanted to use light oil explosion to create chaos on the birthday of the holy, and took the opportunity to attack the imperial city. As evidenced by Xiong Kun, the steward of King An’s mansion, he was an accomplice in the first line of King An. There are several such as Han Zexu, Foreign Lang of the Ministry of War, Fei Jixiang, minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zhang Qing, chief officer of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Song Tingyuan, chief of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Duan Qihuan, a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, Qin Weimin of the Imperial Supervisor, and Yu Shian, Zuo Deputy Du Yushi of the Imperial Court, Chengmen. Shouzheng Huang Dabiao, Qu Heqing, deputy commander of the city defense battalion Shang Shan, infantry battalion school lieutenant Wu Daqing, deputy commander **** Yuan Shan..."

  The long list was read out loud by Zeng Shuyou.

  The officials whose names were pronounced were all irritated and reprimanded Zeng Shuyou for spitting blood and making up indiscriminately.

  Officials whose names are not pronounced hide far away, lest they get away.

  In front of the big Wumen, there is a lot of noise, bustling and cursing everywhere, where there is still the silence waiting to go forward.

  Only the full-fledged voice of Zeng Shuyou, like thunder, overwhelmed everyone's voice, and the louder and louder it became.

  "The above-mentioned officials who attempted to rebel, in all likelihood are the hybrids bred by the demon clan using the essence of Kunpeng relic to seek human women..."

  One stone caused a thousand waves of waves, and many people can't help but think of a fact that they can't even think about-if these are all monsters of mixed blood, what about King An? Queen Wei?

  "A bold slut, dare to frame this king." Wang An was furious, and rushed to Zeng Shuyou with a vicious kick.

  Shuyou Zeng was kicked to the ground and his scalp was knocked.

  He still ignored him, knelt on the ground, carrying a **** book, and the sound of thundering, "Xiaguan Zeng Shuyou...Today weeping blood..."

  "I told you to talk nonsense, come, take it for me, take it, slander the prince, capital crime, capital crime, imperial army, where is the imperial army, where is the door guard, are you deaf?"

  An Wang was out of breath, punched and kicked, and his frail body also brought a lot of scars to Zeng Shuyou.

  The officials all around rushed up, seeming to persuade and pull King An, but in fact someone secretly began to kill Zeng Shuyou.

  "Old...Wei Xiang, what should I do?" Jiang Shangshu moved to Wei Changji, his eyes full of anxiety.

  Wei Changji's eyelids are pulled, and the look on his face is not good.

  He took a long sigh, his face didn’t change his heart, he said in a deep voice: "My nephew, the emperor, is really not worrying. I don’t even know a lot about what Zeng Shuyou said. I’m very curious, he Where did you learn so much?"

  "Oh, my Wei Xiang, you are always calm, but now is not the time to know this, we..."

  "What are we?" Wei Changji raised his eyelids and glanced at Jiang Shangshu, and said: "Things are at this point, just wait and see the changes. You can think about everything for the better. If so many officials are lost Wusha hat, who do you think will be the profit in the vacated position?"

  "Oh, I understand." Jiang Shang was stunned. Since this matter can't be suppressed, he will add to the flames, and Wei Dang will go further.

  ……

  "Hey, just look at it like that, I'm going to be kicked to death."

   Gleefully laughed, with the sound of clicking apples.

  "This drama is good, it's interesting."

  The lazy voice is contemptuous. Just by listening to this voice, you can imagine a person holding his arm watching a play.

  Fan Xiaoxi and Xiao Sang appeared next to Chen Feng, looking at each other, then turned their heads away with a deep grunt.

  "What else should I do, kill these dog officials, rush into the imperial city, slaughter Emperor Yongxing, and support Zeng Shuyou as the emperor?"

  Chen Feng's words made Fan Xiaoxi's eyes brightened, and the voice of babbling on apples rang a lot.

  Xiao Sang is thinking about Chen Feng's words very seriously.

  Without half a breath, he touched his chin and nodded, and said a word, "Wonderful".

  "Great fart, you will come back to me."

  "Zeng Shuyou can't die, he suffers at most. He just stabbed this matter out in front of a hundred officials and died in front of the Wumen. Isn't it obvious that King An is killing people? A fool knows that too. Just find your own way."

  Chen Feng grabbed Xiao Sang who was about to move, seeing that he still had an eager expression on his face, he could only divert his attention, and said: "Liu Li, why didn't he come to the show."

  "She?" Fan Xiaoxi whispered, "I grabbed the girl next door from the bed to practice sword, and said I didn't have time to watch the monkey show."

  "Who do you call?"

  Chen Feng and Xiao Sang made dissatisfaction sounds at the same time, especially Xiao Sang, the vines on their bodies appeared.

  "I...I call myself." Fan Xiaoxi, who still has the effect of corpse-fragrant konjac pollen on his body, has not recovered his skills, immediately said from the heart, struggling with his neck: "Can't step?"

  "嘁."

  Chen Feng and Xiao Sang sneered at the same time.

  Here is an episode.

  Outside the Meridian Gate, the chaotic scene, with the arrival of two heavily armed Jingoi columns, gradually took control of the situation.

  Zeng Shuyou showed his true face in the crowd.

  Ragged clothes, bloodstained all over, black nose and swollen face.

   Even so, Zeng Shuyou still kept the mask on his face.

  He picked up the feather crown on the ground, stood up tremblingly, and put it on his head cautiously, and under the silent gaze of everyone, he tidied up the tattered clothes on his body.

  He is like an orangutan watching in a zoo, solitary and stubbornly closing his eyes and breathing a long sigh of relief.

  Open your eyes again.

  Zeng Shuyou's eyes are clear.

  He is no one beside him, shouting loudly:

  "Xiaguan Zeng Shuyou...Today weeping blood..."