The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Chapter 3 Han Chunlou

Gu Shiwei held the umbrella at an angle and walked out of the gate of Gu's house.

The boots filled with fresh mud left shallow footprints one after another in front of the porch.

Gu Loupa stood by the door frame and saw her entering the rain curtain, with a cry in his voice.

"I went there to look for you, but I couldn't find you. My arms can't twist my thighs. Why do you prefer to go to the tiger mountain, knowing that there are tigers in the mountain?"

Gu Shiwei paused slightly.

"If a sword is kept in its scabbard for a long time, it will rust easily if it is not pulled out. If there are tigers in the mountains, we will kill them; if there are dragons in the sea, we will slay the dragons..."

"Uncle Lou is getting old, so why not go back to Yuezhou as soon as possible and enjoy your old age in peace."

She said without looking back, holding an umbrella and walking eastward.

Three years later, Bianjing City seems to have changed a lot, and yet nothing has changed.

For example, Han Chunlou in the east alley is always open.

Even the chubby Qi official sitting next to the window when he entered the door was the one he saw.

He comes every day, and every time he orders a plate of square cakes and a pot of Biluochun.

My mother likes to listen to Mr. Zhu’s storytelling here, but the Gu family has strict rules, and the three of them have never made it to the opening ceremony.

At that time, my father and mother were walking in front of me, and she was trotting in the back, holding a sword that was almost as tall as her.

Gu Shiwei leaned the dripping umbrella in front of the door and happened to find the last empty seat.

As soon as she sat down, Mr. Zhu began to play.

"What's new in Bianjing City, I wish you all the best to your family. Last time we talked about the most vicious sword, now let's talk about the first killer."

The curious person raised his voice and asked, "You didn't come yesterday. Why is it the most vicious sword?"

Mr. Zhu shook his head and smiled, "Evergreen Valley Gu Yu led the way to kill Huangquan Road, and Mass Grave Lady Jun killed ten thousand bones with one sword... It is rumored that the sword came from Izumo Swordsman, formerly known as Changming, which is recognized as the number one in the world. Ferocious sword.”

"Have you heard about the Hong family case in Canglang Mountain, Suzhou recently? There are rumors that the most vicious sword has reappeared."

Gu Shiwei looked at Mr. Zhu on the high platform in astonishment. She did not expect that one day she would hear the name of the sword "Changming" from a storyteller.

As if feeling her gaze, Mr. Zhu nodded slightly.

She waved to Dr. Tea, "Here's a plate of almond cake, with sweet red date tea and more sugar. I'm not afraid of getting bored."

Dr. Cha retreated in response, and Mr. Zhu took pictures of the case again and continued to say "the first person to be killed".

"It can harm parents at the top, husband and wife at the middle level, and children at the bottom level. You can say it over and over again, but it can only harm a handful of people. It's not unusual."

"The person we are talking about today has made three marriages in a row and defeated three families of wives... Others relied on fate to punish others. The one we are talking about, Han Xiaoyanei, does not rely on heaven or earth. What’s more is the power of the censor’s mouth!”

"To talk about Han Xiaoyanei, let's start with the famous "stinky mao stone" Guan Zheng, the censor of customs clearance..."

"Guan Yushi went to the house to count the names, scolded all the philanderers in the court, and achieved a reputation of iron bones in one battle. Han Xiaoyamen respected his teachers, and as a close disciple of Guan Zhengqing, he was naturally better than his predecessors... "

A violent cough sounded behind him, and Gu Shiwei turned around unhappily, only to see a young man dressed as a servant covering his mouth, his face flushed, and he was almost holding back tears.

In front of him, there sat a young man wearing a green gown. He was holding chopsticks and was about to put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake has a new layer of sugar sprinkled on it, making it look extremely sweet.Seeing Gu Shiwei turn around, the man put the pastry back on the plate and nodded to her sheepishly, "Sorry, my family has no rules and disturbed the little lady. But there is a reason for everything. After all, I am what the storyteller said. Han Xiaoyanei from the Lianke Tribe, he sounded a little scared.”

He looked calm and his face was thicker than Su Di's, as if he was not talking about himself at all.

Gu Shiwei knew what the storyteller said about the "Three Clans".

Han Shiyan was born into a wealthy family, and his mother was the younger sister of a compatriot from an official family. He had been lying around doing nothing since he was born, but there was still a day when he would become a marquis and worship the prime minister.

But this man did the opposite. He studied hard since he was a child, and became a disciple of Guan Zhengqing. He was determined to be an upright minister who fell into trouble and died.

After becoming a Jinshi, he went directly to the Censor's Platform, where he attended the royal family and played for the common people. Even if the dog at the city gate peed, he would give him a lecture, ranking him at the top of the list of nuisances in Bianjing City.

Seeing that he hated cats and dogs, the princess arranged for him to get married. Unexpectedly, a month later, that family was directly imprisoned for corruption...Then the second family and the third family...

This matter has become a big curiosity in Bianjing City. She had heard about it when she was in Suzhou.

Gu Shiwei raised his eyebrows, thought about the courtesy and said, "Yu Shi Han doesn't have to worry about trivial matters. When the storyteller said that my sword was fierce, I also wanted to cough, but I couldn't bear to dirty the red dates with sugar added. Tea……"

She said, looking at the white sugar osmanthus cake in front of Han Yushi, "How does it taste like that?"

Han Shiyan lowered his gaze and looked at the sword at Gu Shiwei's waist.

He picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, placed it in front of Gu Shiwei, and then sat down directly on the empty seat next to her.

"Han Chunlou's sweet-scented osmanthus cake is soft, non-sticky, and has a rich sweet-scented osmanthus flavor. It's just too bland, but adding a layer of sugar is just right. I haven't eaten it yet. If you don't dislike it, you might as well give it a try."

Gu Shinwei raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of it.

"Does Yushi Han recognize me?"

Han Shiyan looked at the thin girl in front of him. Her face was pale and her body was as thin as a piece of paper. It felt like he was going to punch a hole in her with one punch.

Although she could kill him with one finger, Han Shiyan still felt that such a person should not be in a place like the Imperial City Division, and she should be lying on the hospital bed in Ping'an Hall.

He thought and lowered his voice, "When you work for Zhang Chunting, you are seeking the skin of a tiger!"

Gu Shiwei rudely ate the second piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake sprinkled with sugar, "I don't really like seeking the skin of a tiger, why not replace it with a fox pretending to be a tiger?"

Han Shiyan hesitated and asked with a straight face, "I heard that there is an account book in the Hong family case in Canglang Mountain. Is it in the hands of the Imperial City Secretary?"

Gu Shinwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Shiyan with a smile. It seemed that he didn't know that Han Chunlou didn't need to stay anymore.

She thought about it, patted the sugar residue on her hands, and wiped her hands clean with a handkerchief, "How about you guess?"

She stood up as she spoke and pointed to the red date tea with sugar on the table, "I don't have an entrance to my tea. If Han Yushi doesn't mind it, please drink it."

"Canglang Mountain is the matter of our Imperial City Department, and the Dali Temple of the Criminal Department has not interfered. Yushitai had better mind his own hands and not cross the line!"

Mr. Zhu on the stage was still spitting and talking, but Gu Shiwei did not continue to listen. She walked to the door and threw a piece of silver towards the tea doctor who served her tea, "Thank you for your help." I have reserved a good seat, and I also like to listen to Mr. Zhu’s stories.”

Dr. Tea smiled, bent down, and waited until Gu Shinwei had gone far before he straightened up.

Gu Shinwei held an umbrella and turned into a small alley. There was already a person waiting for her here. Without stopping, she lowered her voice and said, "Go and keep an eye on Guan Zhengqing."

The man nodded, flashed his steps, and disappeared into the rain.

(End of this chapter)