That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 412 What a royal righteousness

What is the biggest difference between Jiangdu City and Imperial Capital City?

It’s not that Jiangdu has money and the emperor has the power, but that Jiangdu has maintained the structure of the square city thousands of years ago. After several changes in the imperial capital, the square city system has long existed in name only. Demolition, generally speaking, only the inner and outer cities are divided, but there is no separation between the city and the city.

Among the 24 squares in Jiangdu, the four squares of Tianyuan, Zhengxin, Fugui and Ronghua reach the top, followed by Taoshufang, Daozhengfang, Jinchengfang, and Xiudefang. Among them, Taoshufang was originally exclusive to Jiangnan Daomen, but now it belongs to the According to Xu Beiyou's hand, Daozhengfang is where the Anwei Mansion and other affiliated government offices in the city are located, Jinchengfang is mostly the residence of ordinary rich and wealthy, and Xiudefang is mainly composed of academies, book buildings, bookstores and residences for scholars.

Back then Li Xiaocheng, the powerful minister of the Great Chu, was able to fight for half of the Jiangdu city alone, and no one has been able to have this honor since then. Now Xu Beiyou dominates the Taoist workshop, but he has accomplished this feat unintentionally.

In the evening, a group of people returned from visiting friends in Xiudefang. They were supposed to go to Tianyuanfang to stay, but they suddenly rose up and decided to go to the Taoist workshop because of their reputation. Unexpectedly, the Taoist workshop has been completely closed at this time, and outsiders are not allowed to enter , Just in front of the access control of the Taoist Workshop, the group was stopped by Feng Lang who was on duty here.

The leading man in a Confucian shirt looked at Feng Lang who was blocking the way, with a half-smile, as if surprised that someone dared to block the way.

Behind him were two followers, one with a saber and the other with a sword. They were unsmiling and calm. They were obviously master guards trained by a big family, not casual cultivators.

In addition, there are several people standing on the sidelines not far away, including the young master who is holding a folding fan, a beautiful woman who seems to be out of the world, and a man with two swords on his back. It was as if he was about to draw his sword out of its sheath at any moment.

But the most conspicuous one was a young man with a face like a crown jade, with an elegant appearance, playing with a jasper pendant in his hand, as if he was indifferent to everything in front of him.

Feng Lang is not afraid at all. There are many dragons crossing the river who come to Jiangdu to make trouble every year. They all say that strong dragons do not overwhelm local snakes. They are stronger than Murong Xuanyin and Zhang Zhaonu. What storms can it cause?
Feng Lang's face was calm, he cupped his fists and said: "I have said just now that this workshop is a private place, and it is currently being renovated, so it is inconvenient to welcome outsiders, please help yourself."

The man in the Confucian shirt said slowly: "This is ridiculous. The 24 squares in Jiangdu belong to the imperial court, but I don't know when the imperial court ordered this square to be classified as private? If I am really ignorant, please show me the imperial court documents Let me wait and see, and I will be convinced."

Feng Lang frowned and didn't answer rashly.

Although he is not a member of the temple, but he is not the stunned young man who set foot in the rivers and lakes for the first time. He always feels that there is something wrong with the other party's words, but he can't say what is wrong for a while.

The man smiled warmly and warmly, "If there is no imperial court document, then why do you say that the art workshop is a private property? I don't know who is so bold and dares to swallow the domestic production so openly, but you are just thinking about it. For the sake of a servant, I don’t know the heights of the heavens and the earth, I don’t care about these things with you, hurry up and let us go in.”

Feng Lang's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Since your Excellency keeps talking about the imperial court's national law, then please go to the chief minister's office and let the local chief minister decide whether it is right or not The court and the law of the state are consistent."

The man stared at Feng Lang for a long time, nodded and said: "Okay, very good, which family are you from? It's also a clever mouth, which really makes me cherish my talent."

Feng Lang said neither humble nor overbearing: "I am Feng Lang, a disciple of the Sword Sect."

The man in the Confucian shirt snorted, "Interesting, really interesting. It turns out that he is a master of Jianzong. It turns out that this Taoist workshop is privately owned by Jianzong."

His complexion changed suddenly, and he said sharply: "You gang of sword sect remnants are so courageous! Back in the northwest, you killed the soldiers of the Dark Guard House without authorization, and now you are openly enclosing land in Jiangdu. How rampant and ruthless you really are! Fa! Could it be that your Jianzong still wants to be above the imperial court?"

One big hat after another was buttoned down, making Feng Lang's face slightly pale, but he still didn't take a step back, "I said before, if you want to talk about the court's kingly law, then please go to Tianyuanfang Cheng Xuan said that the political envoy Si Yamen said, and then the chief political envoy will come and tell us, after all, the chief political envoy is wearing a second-grade golden pheasant official uniform."

He paused for a moment, glanced at the man's attire in the Confucian shirt, and said sarcastically, "Could it be that you want to use this Confucian shirt to represent the imperial court? That's really ridiculous."

After all, Feng Lang was born in a family of merchants. He has dealt with all kinds of religions since he was a child, and he is the best at judging people. Although he is a man of the imperial court, he lacks that official authority, and he doesn't have the confidence to be arrogant because he was born in a top aristocratic family. So Feng Lang concluded that he was at most just a fake helper.

Sure enough, the man in the Confucian shirt turned pale from choking, and did not speak for a long time.

The young man who had been playing with the pendant in his hand winked at the young man holding the folding fan next to him. The young man closed the folding fan with a snap, took a step forward, and said with a smile, "Is the official enough to tell you something?" Speaking of court laws?"

Compared with this son, there is a big difference between me and my son. No matter how big the official position of the father is, according to the strict law system, the children of officials and eunuchs are just white bodies after all, but if they have an official status, no matter how big or small, they are real. A real court official.

While speaking, the young master holding a folding fan took out a tooth card issued by the imperial court from his sleeve, on which the name, native place, official status, official rank, annual salary and the name of the yamen to which the card holder belonged were engraved unmistakably.

It's just that Feng Lang didn't look at the content on the plaque at all, but said calmly: "I don't care which family you belong to, and I don't know how old an official you are. I know this is Jiangdu, so you have to follow Jiangdu's rules. Come."

Young Master Shan Fan let out a heh heh, and said with a smile: "It means that the rules of your sword sect are stronger than the rules of our imperial court?"

Feng Lang saw through the clumsy trap in this person's words at a glance, and immediately kept silent.

Young Master Shan Shan didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Since you are talking about the rules of Jianzong, then I want to see how big the rules of Jianzong are. I heard that it is not a matter of the world but a sword?"

Brother Young Master sneered and said, "But today's Jianzong has this ability? That's right, if one sword is not enough, just another sword, two swords, three swords, ten thousand swords, it can always be settled."

Feng Lang's expression suddenly changed.

There is a slang saying, you don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone, and you don't scold someone when you swear at their mother. You can insult me ​​Feng Lang, but you must never insult my sect!

Feng Lang suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword behind him.

The folding fan raised his chin.

The two sword masters who were originally standing behind the man in the Confucian shirt took a step forward respectively.

There is no doubt that these two people are both in the first-rank realm. On the other hand, Feng Lang is only close to the second-rank realm now, otherwise he would not have shared this drudgery. If he really did it, no matter how you look at it, Feng Lang would You will end up being killed in one move.

But just when Mr. Folding Fan was about to kill the killer, a wind suddenly blew up.

The man with two swords on his back took a sudden step forward, blocking the young man who was playing with the pendant behind him.

In the next moment, more than a dozen swordsmen with stern faces appeared out of thin air and surrounded the group of people.

Immediately afterwards, a woman of great appearance walked slowly towards this side surrounded by a group of swordsmen.

(End of this chapter)