Chapter 430 Uncle Wuyang's talent is not as good as this old man
Punishment Department.
Wang Qi sat there on his knees, with Chen Erniang beside him.
With his left hand stretched and his right hand needled, Wang Qi is concentrating on embroidery.
The bright red lips made Chen Erniang feel extra alluring.
Footsteps came, Wang Qi raised his head.
"Master Wang."
Zhou Xing came in, didn't bother to salute, and said happily: "That Zhang Yue likes to gamble."
"Wonderful!" Wang Qi put down the stretcher and needle and thread, squinted at Chen Erniang slightly, "Sex is like a bone-scraping steel knife, and gambling is the root of all evil. This person likes to gamble, how about winning or losing?"
"Losing." Zhou Xing was so happy because of this, "Zhang Yue owed a lot of gambling debts, and the brothers are looking into the whereabouts of those gambling debts."
"The way is right." Wang Qi stood up and patted the creases on his knees. "Zhang Sai is just the head of the etiquette department. Where did he get the money to pay off those gambling debts? If he has no money, those who gamble are not good people. All you need to do is threaten to expose this matter and ruin Zhang Sai's reputation."
Zhou Xing laughed and said: "The son of the head of the ceremonial department is addicted to gambling, and how to repay those gambling debts? If so, Zhang Sai must take action. But what can he do?"
Wang Qi put his hands behind his back and said flatly: "Power makes money!"
Zhou Xing nodded, "In this way, the officials will send people to find those who gambled and get the IOUs."
Wang Qi nodded, and said quietly: "Pay attention to Jia Ping'an."
Zhou Xing's cheeks trembled, "Yes."
Wang Qi picked up the needle, thread and tape again, and said indifferently: "Jia Ping'an acted cunningly, and I even found someone to be prepared."
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Jia Pingan returned to Baiqi.
"how?"
Ming Jing was in high spirits, and Jia Pingan knew that this woman was probably going to go shopping again.
"Bao Dong!"
"exist."
Bao Dong entered the value room.
Jia Pingan walked over and suddenly kicked him away.
Bao Dong staggered back, Jia Pingan scolded: "Why didn't you find out that Zhang Yue likes to gamble? Slack! The trip to Luoyang was tiring, but who is not tired? You have to bear it if you are tired."
Ming Jing didn't understand, so seeing Cheng Da's expression was wrong, he asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Cheng Da: "It's better that you don't know about this matter."
Ming Jing stared, "Why do you want to be unlucky?"
This woman's curiosity is too strong, Cheng Da smiled bitterly, "This is Uncle Wu Yang's business, and has nothing to do with you."
He refused to say anything.
Bao Dong stood up straight, and bowed to plead guilty, "This official is guilty."
Ke Mingjing found that he was moved.
Why is this?
Jia Pingan scolded: "Slack is a big taboo, next time you do it again, you will be severely punished. Now you quietly took your brother to find the person who started the gamble, and got the IOU."
Bao Dong led the people to disperse.
Later, Jia Ping'an got up, "I went out too, Lao Cheng is optimistic about the house, and I will bear it beforehand."
Cheng Da nodded.
Jia Pingan's move was to excuse Bao Dong, how could he tell Ming Jing?
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The yellow tiger has a stout body and looks quite heroic. When he opens and closes a pair of huge eyes, he is naturally intimidating.
This is a courtyard of Qunxianfang. In the lobby, more than ten people are gambling, and the voices are not loud.
Huang Huo stood in the yard with a few of his subordinates, and he said slowly: "The most important thing in life is to make money with harmony. It is taboo for us to be a gambler, but everyone has a heart for gambling, so how can we be imprisoned? It is better not to be so blocked. I am a gambler." , Gambling is luck, everyone does not bring cash, the gambling tool is a lottery, whoever gets the first prize will win, and the loser will leave an IOU, and give money to redeem it afterwards. I just draw some benefits, so everyone is better."
His subordinate Wang Ju said with a smile: "Brother, this is a good bet. No one can catch it. Those idiots were arrested by the government when they were driving. We were also arrested here, but look...we are asking for a lottery. Praying, hahahaha!"
"What is our priority? Loyalty comes first." Huang Hu said lightly: "There will be troubles in doing things, there will be difficulties. If you have troubles, you will shrink back, but you are still a man of the Tang Dynasty! No matter how many difficulties there are, there are not many ways we can do it. .”
There is a knock on the door, the door opens, and a child comes in, "Someone is coming."
Although the game is safe to gamble, there are naturally people who are watching the wind.
Huang Hu asked: "Who is it?"
The child sniffed and stretched out his hand, "Six people, with bulging waists."
"This is a weapon." The yellow tiger changed color, "Get out!", and he still threw a bunch of copper coins to the child, "Run."
"There are officials coming."
When the younger brother shouted, those gamblers immediately sat on their knees and began to gossip.
The yellow tiger led people over the wall and slipped away, and the boy who reported the letter slipped out, hid behind a big tree, stared at the big men running wildly, reached into his bosom from time to time to feel the string of copper coins, and cursed: " After getting rid of the yellow tiger, who am I going to find to make money in the future?"
If the officials came, it would be fine, and it would be business-like, but these people are plainclothes and carry weapons, it is clear that the comers are not good.
The yellow tiger paced slowly at first, and then ran wildly after entering the alley.
"He's up front."
Someone is chasing after him.
This is to catch me... Huang Huo ran and thought about who he had offended recently, but he couldn't think of it.
The government will not arrest people like this. What do these people do?
The sound of footsteps came from the front of the alley, and the yellow tiger leaped up without hesitation, and grabbed the wall on the left.
Two groups of people gathered in the middle of the alley.
"He climbed over the wall and entered."
Outside, Zhou Xing, in plain clothes, led a few people on a cruise.
A big man rushed out from the alley, "The yellow tiger has escaped!"
Zhou Xing said coldly: "Where can he escape? Follow one direction...to encircle!"
This is the best way.
Those big guys circled a direction and slowly searched in the middle.
For a while, the villagers were overwhelmed by the knock on the door. After opening the door, a group of people rushed in and searched around, saying that the Ministry of Criminal Affairs was on business.
Yellow Tiger hid on the beam of a house, listening to the noisy voices outside, feeling distraught.
It must be a big deal to come to arrest him so generously.
What can he do?
is to start a bet.
"Not here!"
"Look this way."
The sound gradually approached.
Huanghu knew that he had to do something.
He slowly got down the beam, looked out through the crack of the door, and saw two men entering the wing room.
This is an opportunity.
The yellow tiger quietly opened the door and rushed out.
He rushed out of the gate, just as someone was coming from the right, and when he saw him, he shouted: "Stop!"
Huang Hu laughed and said, "There are quite a few people inside."
He bet this person does not know himself.
Sure enough, the visitor entered the yard, and the yellow tiger turned around and ran away.
"It's a yellow tiger!"
Boiled behind him.
Those big men rushed out, shouting excitedly.
The yellow tiger ran wildly in the alley, with a group of big men chasing after him.
And there are voices constantly approaching around.
Yeah yeah it's over.
He rushed out of an alley, and there was a road in front of him.
A man stood alone at the intersection.
Yang Dashu felt that he was very unlucky. Bao Dong came here with everyone in plain clothes. Seeing many people looking for the yellow tiger, Bao Dong scattered his hands to search for people, leaving Yang Dashu to investigate in the middle of the road.
This kind of investigation is actually a sentinel, and if you find something abnormal, you will shout loudly.
But Yang Dashu was thinking about meritorious service!
In the night when Tuyuhun strangled Tuyuhun's rebellion and Tubo's secret work, he made a contribution, and now he can be regarded as a small boss. If you can do more meritorious deeds, you can go one step further...
A man must be self-motivated, otherwise he will be a salted fish. This is what Uncle Wu Yang said, and Yang Dashu regards it as a standard.
Huh!
Yang Dashu saw the yellow tiger running out, at first he thought it was from Wang Qi's side, but when he saw the appearance...
"Bull's eyes, thick, isn't this a yellow tiger?"
Damn it!
God has eyes, it's my Yang Dali's meritorious service!
Yang Dashu wanted to step forward.
But the yellow tiger is checking left and right.
Yang Dashu shouted: "I am Baiqi Yang Dashu, those people will silence you, I swear, I will definitely protect you."
Huanghu's body trembled, and he turned around to glance at the big men, knowing that he was in trouble.
Hundreds of riders are dispatched, who are those big guys?
Yeah, who did you offend?
He gritted his teeth and rushed over, "Get out of the way!"
He doesn’t trust anyone but himself.
Yang Dashu drew his sword, "Stop!"
The yellow tiger stopped decisively.
"Come here, take your time." Yang Dashu felt that he could intimidate this person. It can be seen that his sword practice has reached a new level recently, which is gratifying.
Yang Dashu turned his head slowly.
More than ten men came slowly under the leadership of Zhou Xing.
"Yellow tiger!"
Zhou Xing sneered and said, "Come here now, I guarantee you will not die."
But what if he was beaten and disabled?
Or be exiled.
Huanghu didn't know who the other party was, so he didn't know what to do.
He approached Yang Dashu, "You swore to protect me?"
But there are too many opponents... Yang Dashu's eyelids twitched wildly, "Yes! My family has inherited the tomb robbery, and I vowed to practice it, otherwise I won't be able to get out of the cemetery."
Can the grave robber enter the Hundred Riders?
Huang Hu began to doubt Yang Dashu's identity.
But now he has only this way to go.
Zhou Xing slowly approached with someone, "Yellow Tiger, that person can't protect you. If you're obsessed..."
Footsteps came.
"Get out!"
Bao Dong rushed in with his people, and when he saw Huang Hu and Yang Dashu together, he couldn't help laughing wildly, "God has eyes, let me make meritorious deeds, hahahaha!"
"Rush over!"
Zhou Xing rushed over with people, and the two sides confronted each other.
"My people caught it first." Bao Dong sneered.
Zhou Xing in front of him narrowed his eyes and said, "It was my people who drove him out. If not, who did you arrest?"
"That's my luck."
"Will you let me go?"
Bao Dong drew his saber, and took a step back slowly, "No!"
Zhou Xing drew his sword, "I'm a member of the Ministry of Punishment. Today, I was robbed by Baiqi. I'm justified in whatever it is about this matter."
Bao Dong smiled and said, "Who saw it?"
yes!
Who saw it.
This is hooliganism.
The atmosphere on both sides gradually became tense, and it was on the verge of breaking out.
Baiqi has fewer people, but the opponent has more people, but Bao Dong is happy and fearless.
"Uncle Wuyang is here."
Jia Pingan was dressed in plain clothes and was escorted in. Seeing this tense situation, he asked, "Why?"
Bao Dong pointed to Yang Dashu and said: "Uncle Wuyang, Yang Dashu captured the yellow tiger earlier, but the people in the Ministry of Punishment said it was their credit and refused to let go."
Zhou Xing grinned and said: "Under the eyes of everyone, those people in the neighborhood know that it is people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice who are searching. How shameless are you Baiqi?"
How much is face worth?
Jia Pingan felt that this matter needs to be dealt with forcefully, so he said with a straight face, "I will take him away. If you are not satisfied, you can let Wang Qi come to Baiqi."
This is shameless!
At this moment, someone from the crowd of onlookers said, "I am Yang Dingyuan, the assistant teacher of the Imperial College. I saw that the people from the Ministry of Punishment rounded up criminals, but Baiqi took advantage of it."
An accident happened.
Zhou Xing sneered and said, "Master Wang knew that you, Jia Ping'an, are shameless, so he invited Assistant Teacher Yang to watch this matter. Assistant Professor Yang is highly respected and famous outside the region. In front of him, you Baiqi is shameless. Look back? This memorandum will not enter the palace, and you, Jia Pingan, will lose face."
Wang Qi has learned to be smart, and he has also learned to be evil.
The thin Yang Dingyuan came out and pointed at Jia Pingan with a halberd. "In front of this old man, you Baiqi dared to talk nonsense. The old man is here today. Wait and see what is wrong."
Bao Dong's complexion changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Uncle Wu Yang, this person has a bad temper, likes to make troubles, and he will never let you go..."
It is the temperament of not letting go when something happens. Generally, no one dares to provoke this kind of people.
This is mine for me...
Jia Pingan said flatly, "Hundred cavalry are His Majesty's hundred cavalry."
The person who runs a casino must be smart and be able to read his words, otherwise he will die on the street sooner or later.
The Ministry of Punishment is a yamen, and it is menacing. Baiqi is the emperor's Baiqi... The Ministry of Punishment can be shameless in doing things, but under the eyes of everyone, the emperor has to scruple on face.
The key is that Li Zhi has a good reputation, and everyone says he is kind.
Huang Hu was stunned... he would definitely be tortured if he went to the Ministry of Criminal Justice. What do they want? Most likely a gambler had an accident, so I would be unlucky even if I confessed.
But Baiqi is different. The emperor would not care about a vicious leader. The key is... Jia Ping'an's reputation is too loud.
Huanghuhu shouted in his heart: "It was Baiqi who captured me, but the punishment department wanted to **** me from Baiqi."
Zhou Xing's face turned red, "Convert black and white, beast, I'll kill you!"
Bao Dong blocked the yellow tiger, and sneered, "Who do you want to kill?"
Sure enough, the people from the Ministry of Justice had murderous intentions towards me...Huang Hu couldn't help thanking himself for his wisdom, "The Ministry of Justice and Baiqi came to the door together. I thought of Uncle Wuyang as a great talent. Even the prostitutes in the brothel said that Bo Wuyang repayed grievances with virtue, so I will I voluntarily surrendered, but the Ministry of Criminal Justice refused... and a fight broke out."
Zhou Xing was about to explode, "It's a bunch of nonsense!"
My reputation is so good? Repaying grievances with kindness, yes, this is the result of those few times of fooling... Sure enough, good people are rewarded with good things, and Jia Ping'an didn't hesitate, "Take it away."
Yang Dingyuan was originally invited by Wang Qi to help him punch, and he could make Jia Pingan lose face, but Huang Hu retorted, and he immediately sat on the wax.
But as a well-known troll, Yang Dingyuan's fighting power is not in vain. He sneered and said: "This is the result of threats and lures. I think it's deceitful to steal the name of any great talent!"
This is the battle cry.
Jia Pingan glanced at him, "You are..."
This is an interrogative sentence.
Thinking that I, Yang Dingyuan, are well-known, you Jia Pingan actually humiliated the old man like this... Yang Dingyuan roared: "Traitor, you are just a farmer's son, and you thought you were unparalleled after writing a few crooked poems. not far off.
You go ask what is talent? What is a great talent? The old man has been in the Imperial College for many years, and the world is full of peaches and plums. How can a traitor like you compare to him? "
Don't talk about things, but say that they are very good at writing. Most of these people feel that they are underappreciated, full of complaints, and like to spray when they meet people.
What's the use of arguing with him?
Jia Pingan didn't even look at him, "Let's go back."
This is a complete disregard.
Yang Dingyuan smiled and said: "Traitor, are you speechless?"
Is this old thief looking for death?
Jia Ping'an's heart moved.
Someone in the crowd shouted: "I believe in Uncle Wuyang!"
This shout was deafening.
When they turned their heads, they saw a woman crying.
Under the eyes of everyone, the woman's face turned red, but she still said stubbornly: "Uncle Wuyang made a method of castrating the piglet so that we can also afford meat. I don't understand the truth, I only know who can make me eat meat." Life at home is easy, whoever is a great talent. That gentleman, what have you done for us?"
This is the most simple value in the world: whoever treats me well, I will treat him well.
Yang Dingyuan was not angry either, and said disdainfully: "How can you understand the old man's articles and poems?"
Jia Ping’an’s words are somewhat familiar: My articles have deep connotations. There are revelations and reflections on human nature, and criticisms of social evils... ordinary people can’t understand them.
The woman was startled, not understanding these things, so she asked, "Is it possible to eat articles, poems and Fu?"
"cannot!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Someone is laughing.
Yang Dingyuan flicked his sleeves and said disdainfully, "I don't know how to be polite."
This is more tactful... you bunch of illiterates!
The woman asked anxiously: "Is it true that Uncle Wuyang's poems and prose are not as good as him?"
Most of these people are illiterate, and they are dumbfounded when they mention this.
A few children were watching the excitement from the sidelines. Seeing that it was quiet, they clapped their hands and stood up to sing.
"Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it's frost on the ground. Looking up at the mountains, looking down at my hometown."
Everyone was startled, and someone said: "This is Uncle Wu Yang's poem!"
The popular songs of the Tang Dynasty have a process: famous poems, composed by brothels and sung to become famous, and spread to the folk...
There is a standard here. Straightforward poems are the most widely sung by the common people. Later, Bai Juyi strived to make his poems straightforward and easy to understand, so that even old women could understand and sing them.
This poem by Jia Ping'an is like this.
Yang Dingyuan was stunned.
The woman clapped her hands and laughed, "Mr. Yang, here are Uncle Wu Yang's poems, where are yours?"
Everyone booed, "Where is yours!? Do you dare to say it?"
Yang Dingyuan's cheeks trembled, "This...this kind of poetry is extremely unbearable..."
A young man shouted: "No, my reading teacher said that this poem is easy to understand, natural and interesting, it can be called a masterpiece, and no one in this dynasty can match it."
Yang Dingyuan came here to cause trouble for Jia Pingan today, but now he is in deep trouble. He sternly said, "A group of ignorant people, how can they understand poetry?"
"Does this old man understand?"
In the voice, a man came out slowly.
"Chen Siye?"
The person who came was Chen Bao, the Secretary of the Imperial College, and Zhang Yue was by his side. He frowned and looked at Yang Dingyuan, "I heard that there was a madman Yang Dingyuan in the Guozijian before, and I thought you were a great talent. After entering the Guozijian, I realized that you are very talkative.
Listening to what you said today, I didn't expect you to be such a great talent.
This Song of Thoughts on a Quiet Night describes the scene of a quiet night and the feelings of homesickness. You sneered, and even contemptuously.
Come on, the old man is here today, you can write poems, as long as you have the talent of Uncle Wuyang, the old man will recommend you. "
The people booed, "Do it, do it!"
Yang Dingyuan's face was pale.
Chen Bao walked up to Jia Pingan, "Zhang Yue wanted to come here to gamble today, but the old man took it, and then the old man asked him to lead the way here. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."
He turned around and glanced at Yang Dingyuan, "Although I don't like Uncle Wuyang, to be honest, I'm not as talented as Uncle Wuyang, and you... are even worse."
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