Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 63 63 The wind is about to blow

Wang Buli did not doubt the vision and inquiring ability of a top businessman.

Especially those who can become the richest man will not be crazy enough to isolate Zhu Yuanzhang and reward his subordinates with money.

Doesn't this mean that he dislikes the longevity of his nine clans?

Besides, Shen Wansan was a wealthy man who supported Zhang Shicheng.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not kill these people, which is considered to be magnanimous.

After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, their political treatment was naturally suppressed.

To put it nicely, it’s like spending money to buy your life.

"Yes, I thought you were the one."

After Wang Buli's words came out, not only Shen Wansan was shocked, but even Wu Wei, the county magistrate, was shocked.

He has given so much money to His Majesty, who would want to kill him without the foresight?

Isn't that a slap in His Majesty's face?

Especially when Zhu Yuanzhang had not yet eradicated the meritorious class on a large scale for the sake of power, the emperor's reputation among scholars was still "good".

However, because the imperial examination has not been held recently, scholars have been writing letters asking for mercy.

But those who scolded Zhu Yuanzhang mostly did so in private, saying that His Majesty would not give them a chance to make progress.

Who doesn’t study to become an official?

Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, opened it twice in order to give the southerners a chance to progress. A large number of scholars sang his praises.

Shen Wansan quickly regained his composure and asked in a low voice: "Did Wang Bansheng find some clues and think that the ogre will harm me?"

Wu Wei and others pricked up their ears and looked at Wang Buli.

Although the discussion about ogres was suppressed by Ye Qinhuai, many people wanted to catch the real culprit and satisfy their curiosity.

What kind of person would do such an appalling thing?

Wang Buli didn't expect Shen Wansan to say such things, so he shook his head and said:

"I don't understand how a rich person like you, who is someone's favorite target, dares to appear so arrogantly on such an occasion."

Shen Wansan laughed twice, as long as the emperor did not want him to die, he would be quite safe.

Besides, why are there desperate murderers in Nanjing?

He also has many adopted sons as escorts when he travels, so he can handle many things.

Wu Wei, the county magistrate, also shook his head, not understanding Wang Buli's thinking.

How could such kidnapping and extortion happen under the emperor's feet today?

Wouldn't it be a slap in His Majesty's face?

As for the White Lotus cult being involved in the cases committed by the ogres, it all makes sense.

It's so normal for them not to give the emperor a face.

In the private room upstairs, Jingjiang King Zhu Shouqian picked up the tea cup and spit it out, banging it and saying:

"How dare you serve such crappy tea?"

Li Jinglong frowned and sat across from him carelessly:

"You don't want His Majesty to know about visiting a brothel, right?"

Zhu Shouqian frowned and pointed at Li Jinglong: "How dare you threaten me?"

"I'm very happy that you come to play in Ye Qinhuai, but you have to follow the rules. No one can reserve the place, remember!"

Li Jinglong was rude. He was busy making money now, how could he break the rules just because of a prince?

This is His Majesty's errand.

Li Jinglong would only conscientiously complete the tasks assigned to him by Zhu Yuanzhang, and the others would not pay attention to him at all.

Everyone's backer is the emperor, it just depends on who is more useful than the other.

He knew that His Majesty wanted Zhu Shouqian to go to Guilin to join the feudal clan, but Zhu Shouqian refused and wanted to stay in Nanjing for fun.

Zhu Shouqian's face turned red and white. He had no face to speak of.

His father died in depression because of the betrayal, and now Zhu Yuanzhang considered him very considerate of family ties by giving him the title of king. “Okay, okay, okay.” Li Jinglong opened his fan and gave a step:

"There is no prince who has entered Ye Qinhuai yet. You are still the first one. Don't make it public, otherwise the news will be exposed and it will be difficult for you to explain."

Jingjiang King Zhu Shouqian snorted and ignored him.

Li Jinglong asked someone to bring him two menus, one with meat dishes and one with vegetarian dishes, and asked him to choose.

Zhu Shouqian waved his hand to show his generosity, we all want it!

Ye Qinhuai was very lively, but when everyone was chatting, a broken scream suddenly appeared.

The singing and dancing in the hall suddenly stopped, and the customers watching paused for a moment!

Wang Buli immediately stood up, took out his iron ruler and ran to the private room on the second floor.

Song Dianshi followed closely behind, and everyone in official uniforms in the Yamen moved. People around him also followed the instructions and watched the excitement!

Even the men and women who were exercising in the private room on the second floor stopped and got dressed in a hurry.

boom.

Wang Buli kicked the door several times before opening the door.

A woman huddled at the foot of the bed, her face covered in blood, covering her chest with a silk scarf.

But the white and round object exposed its peak in panic and couldn't cover it at all.

There was a man lying on the bed. His makeup was extremely miserable and his nose and mouth were bleeding.

Song Dianshi followed him and was shocked when he took a look.

"Is it going to be windy soon?"

The crowd watching the excitement immediately spat out.

Then it made people around him laugh.

Now you can die under the peonies, and you can become a ghost!

After everyone was talking about it, Li Jinglong ordered the guards to separate the crowd. When he stood next to Wang Buli, his eyes became extremely angry.

Qinhuai has only been open for business this night, so why did someone die?

Designation will have an impact on future business!

"Hey, is that Liu Anliang, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate?"

A seventh-grade official, despite his small rank, has considerable power.

All yamen at all levels from the central to the local level, from the emperor to the officials, from national affairs to social life, are all within the scope of the supervision and speech of the Yanguan.

Therefore, the spokesperson of the Ming Dynasty had a unique identity and special powers, which had a great deterrent effect on the political operations of the Ming Dynasty.

Nowadays, they don’t have the popular habit of making invitations to invite names.

"Did this person really die from the wind on his horse?"

Li Jinglong immediately lowered his voice and asked. He had certainly seen Wang Buli's autopsy skills.

Especially the one who died was an official!

Originally, officials were not allowed to enter brothels to spend money. Yan Guan only had a total of 45 taels of silver a year. How could he get so much money to spend.

As soon as this incident comes out, His Majesty will be furious and it will be embarrassing to talk about it!

Li Jinglong immediately shouted: "Close the door!"

Wang Buli shook his head slightly and immediately said:

"If the door is closed, all kinds of false news will spread, and the operation of Ye Qinhuai cannot be guaranteed."

After Li Jinglong took over, he was so complacent about counting money that he had no brains to consider any emergency plans.

At this time, when he heard Wang Buli's words, he immediately started giving orders until Wu Zhixian, who was holding shackles, stepped into the door panting, and set up the score of the sixth-grade Zhixian, telling them to leave and watch the fun.

After all, no one wants to show their identity in such a place, but they don't want to get involved in the explosive news that the seventh-grade censor died of a windstorm, so they all stood and refused to leave.

When only the county government and Li Jinglong were left in the room, Wang Buli slowly spoke:

"From what I can see, it doesn't look like this person died from the wind on his horse!"

"what?"

(End of this chapter)