Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 60: Wish to lead the rod with 10 penalties

Changsheng Qiaotou.

Thirty-two Ye family generals stood blankly at the entrance of the bridge, and many people had gathered beside them.

"What happened before? Why are you blocking the road? It's too much!" someone asked loudly to the soldiers.

"The Ministry of War handles the case, and no one is allowed to pass." The leading soldier replied in a deep voice.

"Miscellaneous people waiting? Who is the miscellaneous people waiting? I have been here every day, and I will become a miscellaneous person waiting for nothing."

"Those who don't have a military command are considered idlers and so on."

"My house is on the street in front, how can I get home when blocking the road?" someone shouted again.

"After noon, it will naturally pass." For soldiers, the execution of orders is above all else. As for the reason for this order, that is not something they and soldiers need to consider.

Actually, the blocked streets are not big, but the road leading to Tianmen Taoist Hall is completely sealed, and can only pass after noon? The opening ceremony is over, the day lily is cold!

This is clearly a deliberate provocation!

The purpose is not to let people congratulate the Tianmen Taoist Temple.

Tianmen Taoist Temple was founded by Qian Shuxiao in name. Qian Shuxiao is the heir of the Qian family, and the Qian family is inextricably related to the Prince. To humiliate Qian Shuxiao is actually to slap the prince in the face, but it is not too ugly. At best, it means knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.

This time, Qian Shuxiao opened the Tianmen Taoist Temple, really acting as a cannon fodder, sandwiched between the prince and the second prince.

Time passed by, and the street in front of Tianmen Taoist Hall was uninhabited, and you could not even see a person.

The breeze is coming.

Desolate and bleak.

As time approached, the crowd blocked by Ye Jiajun grew more and more, and still no one could take a step closer. With the orders of the Ministry of War, coupled with the name of Ye Jiajun, it is too late for ordinary people to provoke them. There is even gossip that the blockade is the second prince personally nodded.

"The rules of Luoyang City are too overbearing." An outsider murmured.

"There is no small matter at the feet of the emperor, don't you understand this?" a local man replied, "Look, this matter is endless!"

"The gods fight, we have the right to watch the show."

"There is a tea stand on the opposite side. I used to have a cup of tea? The good show is still behind."

The sun rose a little bit at this time.

Ye Que's expression was fairly indifferent, Qian Shuxiao next to him was about to be blown up. He had received the news just now that the surrounding streets were now completely blocked.

"Which Department of Defense did you say?"

"Ghosts believe!"

"The Ministry of War and the second prince are about to wear a pair of trousers. If there is nothing tricky in it, Qian Shuxiao would not believe it."

Time passed slowly, and finally someone walked out of the crowd on the edge of the Changsheng Bridge.

It turned out to be a woman, wearing a full-length splendid fish suit, with a smile on her mouth, but her expression was unusually indifferent, as if she was a well-trained smile. The woman walked to the lead soldier, avoided the sight of the crowd behind, and whispered, "I am the adjudicator secretary, and I need to pass through here. Is it convenient?"

While talking about the woman, she will hide it at her waist, and the waist card on behalf of the adjudicator is bright.

Glanced at the woman, the soldier thought for a while, and then said, "Sorry, I'm also on official business. Before noon, no one can enter the area without authorization."

"I think any of these people include the adjudication division."

Perhaps because he felt that he was speaking too bluntly, the soldier added, "If you really need to go in, you can report to the Ministry of War. As long as there is an order from the Ministry of War, you can pass through at any time without obstruction."

"Otherwise, it will be hard to live."

"No convenience at all?" The woman asked with a frown, but silently made a gesture that only two people could see.

"Recognize the order and not recognize the person!" The soldier's face suddenly became cold when he saw the woman's movements. "I am a soldier of the Ye Jiajun. Your adjudication department should be very clear about the discipline and nature of our army."

"The action just now, are you insulting me?"

Four directions of the blockade, hundreds of Ye Jiajun’s soldiers, they don’t eat soft and hard, oil and salt don’t enter, no matter what you say, you will not be allowed to enter the Tianmen Taoist Temple before noon.

The sentiment is already a bit exciting.

Keren was under the eaves and had to bow his head. In the Tang Dynasty, in Luoyang, who would dare to defy the orders of the Ministry of War? Who would dare to break the blockade of Ye Jiajun?

Birds in their early years must be very colorful and cool, and similarly, birds in their early years may die the worst.

"The husband only holds Wu Hook in his hand, and his loyalty is higher than a hundred feet building."

"Lost'righteousness', what does this person mean to live!"

As soon as the woman from the adjudication department came back, a voice came from the crowd.

It's not loud, but it's enough for people to hear clearly.

"I'm a scholar, maybe I'm clumsy, I really can't see what looks like a case in front of me. You say that you are soldiers, you are ordered here, and you are not allowed to pass. Well, I don't embarrass you. "

The man wearing a scholar costume walked to the front of the crowd a few steps, walked in front of the thirty-two Ye Jiajun, and then asked loudly.

"You waited to block the streets, but the Ministry of War ordered you?"

"Not bad."

"There is a case ahead that needs to be investigated."

"This is what the instruction says."

"Then, according to the law of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, what is the crime of disturbing the Ministry of War's case handling?"

The leading soldier raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment.

"Zhang Shi!"

After listening to the soldier’s answer, the scholar gently rolled up his sleeves, "Okay, then I will be the one who disrupted the Ministry of War's case once today."

"How I behave is my right. After that, you will investigate and deal with it according to the law. I do not change my name or sit down and change my surname, Zhao Ting, the fourth son of Zhao Mansion in Luoyang."

"I recognize the penalty of Zhang Shi, you tell Dali Temple that you can go to my house to arrest people at any time and never hide."

After saying this, Zhao Ting, the fourth son of Zhao Mansion~IndoMTL.com~, really walked across the Changsheng Bridge step by step.

The leading soldier frowned and raised his hand, but in the end he slowly let it go. Others don't know, he doesn't know how, this Zhao Ting is not an ordinary scholar, this Zhao Mansion is not an ordinary mansion, it is the home of Zhao Yuntian, the grandmaster of the dynasty. Moreover, Zhao Tingyue had just been the top champion, and his future was limitless, and Qingyun went straight up.

Catch Zhao Ting?

Ten more rods?

I'm afraid that in the entire Dali Temple, one is counted as one, and no one would dare to pick it up. If you go down with a rod, you will hit Zhao Ting's butt, but you may lose your own life!

There was a brief silence at the head of the Changsheng Bridge, only the sound of the brushing wind blowing leaves.

Soon, another person walked out from the crowd, and then came to the leading soldier, "My name is Yun Feihe, I am from Luoyang City, Moxiu Pavilion, I would like to lead ten punishments with a stick, please write down !"

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, "My name is Shi Lei, I come from Qingzhou Prefecture, Fuyun Villa, I would like to lead ten punishments with a stick, please write down!"

"And me, the second-level deacon of Chenhuan Pavilion, Leng Wuxin, I would also like to receive ten penalties with the rod, please be sure to write it down!"

"And I..."

One stone stirred up waves, and Zhao Ting's book business seemed to arouse certain memories in a certain group of people.

Above the Naluo River, facing infinite monsters and sufferings.

These people are not many in number, and they only account for a small part of the crowd, but their voices are unusually loud.

For ‘righteousness’.

For the inexplicable ‘fetter’ in my heart.

"Zhang Shi?"

"What about the stick hundred?"

(First watch, happy winter solstice, remember to eat dumplings to warm your heart and stomach.)