The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 184
"Actually, my relationship with Xueyang is more than that!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Qingyuan felt that his mouth was cheap, so why not marry him! ! !
Isn't the lesson from Ji Yaohua not enough?The hardest thing to live up to the grace of a beauty!
Just when Yang Qingyuan examined himself three times, Cao Xueyang's eyes really lit up, "It seems that I really read correctly, brother Yang's saber..."

Yang Qingyuan nodded, then untied the saber from his waist and handed it to Cao Xueyang.

Taking Yang Qingyuan's saber, Cao Xueyang gently pulled it out, and an ancient and clumsy sword appeared in front of his eyes. Near the hilt, there was an inscription in Qin seal script.It may be because the time is too long, the inscription has been blurred, but the word "green" can be vaguely seen.

"This is the green scorpion that my ancestor was snatched by the Dragon Chanting Saint!"

Yang Qingyuan nodded, the Qingzhu was indeed Wei Wu's saber, it was captured by Zhao Suoxiang during the bloody battle of Dang Yang, and it became Zhao Suoxiang's saber.

Originally it was just a sharp sword, but because of Zhao Suoxiang's fame, it was also because of this, the murderous aura of the Qingzhi sword was even better than the Tunhong just now.

After playing with it for a while, Cao Xueyang put the sword back into its sheath, and handed it back to Yang Qingyuan.

"Brother Yang is a master of swordsmanship, if this sword is in the hands of Brother Yang, it will live up to its great reputation!"

Although it is a famous sword from the ancestors, the Cao family has lost the legal principle of owning this sword since it was taken away by Zhao Suoxiang.

After the rehearsal was over, Yang Qingyuan took Cao Xueyang and the others to briefly visit Dali Temple, and then brought the three of them back to his mansion.

Yang Qingyuan's mansion is not too big in the capital, but it is still very grand compared to ordinary people.

"Clean up the east wing, these three guests will stay here for a few days."

After Yang Qingyuan finished his orders, he said to the three of Cao Xueyang, "It will take some time before the imperial decree is issued and the rewards are ready. The three of you can live here. If Xueyang and you want to go out for fun, you can go by yourself, be careful These, in the capital of God, should not have much action."

After all, you are at the feet of the emperor, so you can't play the trick of prescribing medicine!
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The three of Cao Xueyang settled down in Yang Qingyuan's mansion.

And Yang Qingyuan still has to deal with the case. Although the water transportation case and the granary case have been reported, the judgment and punishment have not yet been completed.

As for the main criminal, Emperor Zhou has written a verdict and made a final decision.

At [-] o'clock the next day, Pan Qianweng, Huang Yuesheng, Du Jinrong and other high-ranking members of the Cao Gang who had been imprisoned in Dali Temple had been put in shackles and were about to be taken to the execution ground.

"Bangzhu Pan, this is the last meal!" Yang Qingyuan walked into the cell where Pan Qianweng was being held.

Pan Qianweng was very strong in martial arts, and he was good at external hard skills, so in addition to being sealed by Yang Qingyuan's method of acupuncture and cutting off the pulse, he was also locked up with iron chains.

Pan Qianweng glared at Yang Qingyuan, his pupils were bloodshot, if Yang Qingyuan hadn't insisted on embarrassing him, he wouldn't have fallen to where he is today.

"Why on earth do you insist on putting me to death!! Just because I was born in Shaolin? Is a disciple of Shaolin layman?!" Pan Qianweng still didn't understand, why did Yang Qingyuan do everything he could?

Obviously it was just to investigate the granary case, now that the grain is found, why bother to kill the Cao Gang.

Even for the money of the Cao Gang, he can completely control himself. Once he dies, Yang Qingyuan will have to find another person to control the world's water transportation. This process is laborious, and Pan Qianweng can't figure it out.

Yang Qingyuan walked into the cell and walked to Pan Qianweng's desk with a smile on his face.

"Does Master Pan not understand?!"

Yang Qingyuan paused, and continued, "It's not just Gang Master Pan who doesn't understand, those who were abducted by the Cao Gang don't understand either! Why do they become someone else's goods when they are living a good life."

"Those children who were tortured to death by you on the pier don't understand!?"

"Those laborers who were hastily buried after being tortured and killed by your subordinates don't understand!?"

"Those women who trafficked in other places don't understand after being defiled by you!?"

"Master Pan, your Cao Gang is bleeding the blood of these innocent people from head to toe!"

The smile on Yang Qingyuan's face became the devil of Yama in Pan Qianweng's eyes.

"If it's just smuggling and tax evasion, then you really don't deserve to die. Even if His Majesty wanted to kill you, I might spare your life! So, when I find out about this, Master Pan, you are already dead." It's gone! Haotian can't keep you when he comes! I said it."

Pan Qianweng thought of many reasons, such as deterring the remaining Cao Gang members, such as removing the peripheral forces of Shaolin, etc., but he did not expect that the reason would be so unexpected and so reasonable.

"Just for those untouchables?!"

Yang Qingyuan sneered, "Master Pan, where did you get the confidence to call this 'untouchable'?"

If this sentence of untouchables is said from the mouth of the king of Chu, the prince, or Kong Qinli, although Yang Qingyuan does not approve of it, it is also in line with the national conditions of the Great Zhou at this time.

But although Pan Qianweng is the leader of a gang in the Jianghu, he is a scholar, farmer, businessman, and businessman in essence.

"Does Master Pan think he is very noble!? Forget it, let you go, anyway, you will die anyway! It doesn't matter how you think about it!"

Pan Qianweng looked at Yang Qingyuan who was walking towards the prison door, and suddenly shouted.

"Master Yang!!! I am willing to be a slave and a servant, and swear allegiance to the death! If you spare me, I can help you reorganize the Cao Gang. I know that you also want to control the Cao Gang, but if you want to retrain others, it will take at least three years. ..."

"No need!"

Looking at Pan Qianweng who was kneeling on the ground, Yang Qingyuan had to admit that this person was indeed decisive and courageous.

If it is in the underworld where a single disagreement will destroy people... No, in the fantasy novel, it is indeed a good tool to control it.

But this is the Great Zhou, with its own rules, and Yang Qingyuan is also a staunch supporter of the kind and lawful camp.

"If I agree to this matter, I'm afraid I'll have trouble sleeping and eating from now on!"

Yang Qingyuan looked at Pan Qianweng, "I'm even more sorry for the countless murderous souls surrounding your head!"

On Pan Qianweng's head at this time, there seemed to be countless ghosts with blurred faces, and their eyes were full of hatred, glaring at Pan Qianweng.

"Master Pan, go all the way, there are still many people waiting for you on the road to Huangquan."

After saying that, Yang Qingyuan left the prison straight away.

At noon, a group of traitors from the Cao gang headed by Pan Qianweng were escorted to the execution ground.

For the onlookers in the city of God, all major piers stopped working, and all the laborers came to see the fate of the gangsters.

Yang Qingyuan held the judgment in his hand and stood on the execution stage, "The original leader of the Cao gang, Pan Qianweng, Du Jinrong, Huang Yuesheng, An Cheng, An Xiao, An Jie... Liu Erming... committed the crime of intentional homicide, intentional injury, and tax evasion. crimes, crimes of human trafficking, crimes of organizing leaders to participate in underworld-like organizations...several crimes are punished together, and the sentence is: beheaded!"

After reciting, Yang Qingyuan took out a lottery from the lottery bucket at the side.

"It's [-]:[-] noon, behead!"

The sign fell to the ground, and the butcher's knife was raised.

Today, the wharf is full of laborers crying, and countless people have their vengeance avenged.

In the end, the law of heaven is clear, and the French Open is restored.

Those who do evil cannot escape death.

(End of this chapter)