The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

The back office of Kaifeng Mansion.

Fuyin Wang Yihe jumped off the couch with a sudden jerk. His feet were so cold that he shivered when he stepped on the cold floor, and his beard trembled.

Mrs. Wang, who was lying next to her, was startled when she heard the noise. She quickly sat up and asked in panic: "My lord, did I kick you out of bed again?"

Wang Yihe looked out the window. It was still dark outside with no bright colors at all. It was obviously still early.

He let out a long breath and put on his soft slippers, which were given by his newly married daughter-in-law Wu Wu. They were sewn with soft rabbit fur and were very warm. "It has nothing to do with Madam, I made them." It’s a nightmare, I dreamed that someone was beating drums to complain.”

Mrs. Wang frowned slightly. She patted the porcelain pillow beside her and said to Wang Yihe, "Since it's still early, the officer can sleep a little longer. How can there be so many cases at the feet of the emperor?"

Wang Yihe touched his head, which had become increasingly bald recently, and felt like crying without tears.

He's been losing a lot of hair lately, and if it keeps going like this, even if it's tied up in a bun, it won't be able to cover his scalp!

During the morning court, the official was sitting on a high place. Looking down, he saw his shining head. His official career... I am afraid that he will change from a governor to a master!

How can there be so many cases? There was no such thing in the past, but now since those three demon kings have gotten together, the big drum in front of the Kaifeng Mansion is about to be broken! That was all in the past, but last night that bastard in Wujiang directly arrested Gu Junan!

It would have been fine if someone from the palace came to ask last night, but the palace door was locked. Not to mention Concubine Su, not even Princess Fushun sent anyone to ask.

This really made his heart skip a beat... He always felt that Gu Shiwei and Han Shiyan were afraid that they were going to cause something big that even he couldn't handle!

Wang Yihe thought about it and suddenly lost all sleep.

He grabbed the cloak lying aside with one quick step, then walked around the bed curtain to the back, where a small shrine was hidden.

Wang Yihe tied up his cloak, picked up a handful of incense from the basket on the side, lit it whole, and then separated and started to put in the incense burner!

"Lord Tathagata Buddha, Master Guanyin, Supreme Laojun, True Dragon Emperor, City God Priest...all the gods in the sky bless me, Wang Yihe, to survive the difficulties..."

Wang Yihe was talking nonchalantly, regardless of the call from Mrs. Wang who had just stood up, he quickly put on his official robes, ordered his attendants to hitch the carriage, and hurried towards the palace gate...

It was still dark at home before, but as soon as I went out, I felt that the sky was slightly brighter, and the people in Bianjing City began to be busy in full swing.

The curtains on the side of the carriage were drawn up, and Wang Yihe looked outside. Dewy green vegetables were already being placed on the stalls, and ducks were quacking in the cages tied with bamboo strips. shouted.

The young man greeting guests in front of the food shop yelled a long list of words. The big steamer standing in front of the door was steaming with steam, and it was as full of vitality as the city of Bianjing.

As Wang Yihe watched, his anxious heart gradually calmed down.

Madam is right, this Great Yong Dynasty is clearly peaceful and peaceful for the country and the people, and everything goes smoothly! No matter how much Gu Shiwei and Han Shiyan messed up, could they still cause a shocking case out of thin air? After all, he has so many big cases in his hands!

The more Wang Yihe thought about it, the more peaceful he became. He stopped the carriage and asked the driver to buy some hot pancakes and ate them happily.

Seeing that he was no longer in a hurry, the coachman also slowed down the carriage.

Wang Yihe took a bite of the pancake, and the hot temperature made him feel comfortable. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a huge face suddenly appeared outside the carriage. Gu Junan's face made him worried all night. The face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Cough cough cough..." Wang Yihe was startled and almost choked to death on his pancake! Thrust, thump, thump...that feeling of heart pounding and veins on my forehead twitching appeared again.

Wang Fuyin forcibly swallowed the pancake and looked outside the carriage. He saw his good nephew Wu Tuiguan dragging a large cart with an ox and was swaggering through the market. He followed leisurely and paced beside him. He held three long sticks in his hand, and each stick had a string of sugar-oiled cakes stuck on it!

His mouth was so shiny from eating, that was all. He pointed at the big face of "Gu Jun'an" and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Be careful, don't break this mural! This is the Prince Consort" The self-portrait plucked from the wall of Gu Junan's secret room! This is evidence, don't damage it!"

Wang Yihe decisively lowered the curtain, but just for a moment, he couldn't help but pull it open and take a peek.

At this sight, his heart suddenly jumped again, no! The official seal hanging on Gu Junan's waist... This guy wants to be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister!

Wang Yihe knocked on the carriage wall with his hand, "Quickly leave, go to court!"

Good guy! He was afraid that he would solve this problem later. When Gu Junan knew that Wu Jiang had paraded his secret thoughts on the streets, he was afraid that their Kaifeng mansion would be burned down!

What's the difference between this and people saying that eunuchs want to have children and grandchildren?

Chang Sui raised his riding whip, "Don't you need to remind Brother Jiang?"

Wang Yihe raised his sleeves to cover his face. Although he was in the carriage, he was still ashamed when he heard Wu Jiang's incoherent voice, "Don't leave quickly, otherwise that bastard will recognize our carriage soon..." "

Then he would just like at home, shouting uncle! The shouting made people’s hearts beat with fear! The eighteen generations of our ancestors will be disgraced!

Chang Sui thought about that scene, his scalp numbed, and he drove away in a hurry... When he got near the palace gate, the noisy noise gradually became quieter.

Wang Yihe wiped the corners of his mouth and looked at the cold pancakes. He had no appetite at all.

There was no longer Wu Jiang shouting in his ears, and Wang Fuyin breathed a sigh of relief. He adjusted his official hat, dusted off his robe, and then stepped off the carriage on the footstool.

He was delayed for a while on the road. There were already many people coming to court at this hour.

Wang Yihe thought about it. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and didn't see Han Shiyan in the crowd. He felt slightly relieved. Just as he was about to walk into the crowd and join the queue and stand in the hall, he heard a heart-stopping drum beat. !

He turned his head suddenly and looked towards the Dengwen drum in the distance that had fallen into dust and had not sounded for who knows how many years!

I saw three people standing beside the big drum at some point. The man in the middle was tall, like a giant bear, and he was beating the big drum. To his left and right, there were two people standing there. People wearing official robes.

The one on the left has gold and jade hanging around his waist and a thumb ring on his hand. From a distance, he is dazzled by the wealth and wealth. Needless to say, he is as rich as the king's censor.

The other one, Wang Yihe, whose scalp was numb and who looked like a green pine tree, wasn't Han Miemen, who was he?

His nightmare has come true!

Wang Yihe shouted in his heart the dharma names of gods and Buddhas all over the sky! It turns out that it was a dream instruction! It's a pity that he is not savvy enough to understand the meaning of the gods!

Wang Yihe was thinking and saw the drummer turning his head and looking towards the crowd.

Wang Yihe was shocked and couldn't help blurting out three words, "Li Dongyang..."