The Villain Just Wants To Make Money

It is the beginning of August now, and the beginning of autumn has long passed, but the weather is still too hot, and it is estimated that it will take a few heavy rains to cool down.

At this time, Xie Gu was sitting in a restaurant in the west of the capital, and he chose a box by the window. Sitting opposite was An Yi who had changed into his regular clothes.

An Yi is a secret guard, so he doesn't show his face in front of people very often. At this time, he sits upright and upright, with a very awkward expression: "Your Majesty... lord, this subordinate is really disrespectful."

Xie Gu was dressed as a noble boy at this time, decorated his eyebrows and face with charcoal, plus a sassy pink and purple clothes, and a folding fan with the four characters "Merry and suave" on his hand, anyone could take a look. Looking at it, it will only feel like a **** brother.

At this moment, he flicked the folding fan in his hand, and his tone was light: "If you really don't want to sit here, you can take off your clothes and go down to perform the smashing of boulders on your chest. It must be more etiquette than now."

An Yi's tiger body was shocked, and he wanted to ask Xie Gu if he was teasing him, but he saw that Xie Gu's folding fan covered half of his face, leaving only the slightly raised eyes and the corners of his mouth that seemed like a smile: "By the way, I can still Make some money, good."

Remembering that His Majesty has always made up his mind for the past few months, considering the feasibility of making money in all aspects from his face to his skills, An Yi finally realized one thing - His Majesty is serious.

So he immediately sat upright: "No no no, my subordinates feel that they are very compliant with etiquette regulations now, and can no longer comply."

Xie Guyi glanced at him and turned to look out the window.

This restaurant is also one of Xie Gu's current businesses. In addition, there are five other shops on this street, both large and small, which are also owned by Xie Gu. Now they are sitting by the window on the third floor, and they can see just a few of those shops. The shop has income, and you can even observe the flow of people.

So Xie Gu just sat here, looking at the ledger while drinking tea and watching the scenery.

Tuo Yuanshen's martial arts foundation is very good, so Xie Gu is now very clear. Even sitting on the third floor, he can clearly see the people below, and listen carefully to the sounds of hawkers or people talking to each other. Can be received in the ear, very clear.

Probably because of the dry weather, it would be fine if there were ice cubes in the room to cool off the heat, but walking on the street, the hot sun was shining down, it still made people a little restless, Xie Gu looked at the account book for a while, and heard Lou There was a quarrel.

"Old man, go away!"

"Shut up!"

"You don't have eyes?! Didn't I tell you to get out of the way?"

The man's insult was louder than it was, and it sounded particularly frightening.

This does not seem to be different from an ordinary dispute, because in addition to the man's scolding, there are also the neighing of the horse, the noise of the crowd, and the sound of pushing and rubbing, which seems to be particularly violent.

An Yi had nothing to do, and when he heard the voice below, he immediately leaned over, his eyes widened in shock: "Lord, there seems to be a lot of trouble down there, do you want to come and take a look?"

Xie Gu himself is not very interested in this kind of quarrel, but considering that several shops on this street belong to him, if the troublemaker is at the door of one of his stores, according to the superstition of ordinary ancients, once the trouble gets bigger , I am afraid that the "feng shui" of his shop will be broken.

It doesn't matter if the feng shui is broken, the important thing is that the business will be bad.

So he still put down the ledger and put his head to the window to take a look.

Not far away, there was a handsome young man riding a tall horse with an angry look on his face, and opposite him was a rickety old man who seemed to be unable to stand still. There was another circle of people beside them. Seems curious what's going on.

Not at the door of his shop.

But Xie Gu did not immediately withdraw his gaze.

The young man suddenly stared at the crowd around him and shouted angrily, "What are you looking at! Don't you know who I am?!"

The surrounding crowd immediately dispersed, but their eyes were vaguely glancing at this young man, whispering, but in fact they didn't really look away at all.

That young man slapped the long whip on the ground again! Pointing at the old man's nose, he started scolding: "Old man, do you know how precious my horse is! Ten of you are not worth its value! I just told you to hide from you, if my horse is frightened But what to do!"

The old man glanced at the horse and said slowly, "Is it an Alham horse?"

The son and brother sneered: "You know it's Alhamma, how dare you do this?!"

He slammed the whip again: "You know! My father's name is Geng Wenshan!"

The old man couldn't dodge in time, and was caught off guard by a whip. He immediately screamed and fell to the ground, then struggled twice, and stopped moving.

At this time, the young man just swung the whip again: "Why don't you move? The old thing is pretending to be dead!"

But the whip hit the old man, but the old man didn't move.

At this time, someone suddenly screamed not far away: "Murder! The son of the Minister of Rites is killing!"

Young Master Pan was so panicked that he immediately threw away the whip and shouted angrily: "Blood! I didn't kill anyone! I just whipped this old thing twice! How could someone die?!"

He took two steps closer to the horse, as if he wanted to check the old man's condition again, but when he saw the old man's eyes widened and fell to the ground, he gasped in horror, screamed, and slapped the horse's butt. Turned the horse's head and disappeared in the street!

Seeing that the son and brother disappeared on the street, the rest of the talents gathered around to check the old man's condition, sighing endlessly.

"It's really dead."

"That son of Shangshu is really not human! He even denied the murder in the street!"

"What's your name, Master Shangshu! Geng Yang is a scoundrel who is not as good as a pig or a dog! Because he has a father of Shangshu, he can't be ruled!"

"Just pity the old man..."

"There is so much trouble here, and the officials from the government haven't come yet?"

"In the beginning, it was just a verbal argument. How could the government be alerted? But I just saw someone heading towards the yamen, and maybe someone will come right away."

At this moment, a sad cry sounded: "—Father!"

A plainclothed man hurriedly crashed into the crowd. When he saw the dead old man, he immediately threw himself on the corpse and cried, "Father! What's wrong with you? My son just left for a while! What... Who is it! Who killed it?" my dad!"

Seeing the man crying, the surrounding crowd was even more embarrassed, and some kind-hearted people reminded in a low voice: "This brother, please condolences, it's all the son of the Minister of Rites, who is too bad! But the people of this government are colluding with each other. , I am afraid that your grievances will be difficult to prosecute."

The clothed man wiped away tears and choked up: "Even if I fight for this life, I have to seek justice for my father!"

At this time, the people from the yamen finally arrived late: "Let Rang! Rang Rang! The government does things, don't hinder!"

The crowd fried like a boiled pot of porridge.

Xie Gu finally retracted his gaze.

An Yi didn't look any further, just whispered, "My lord, how do you handle this?"

Xie Gu supported his chin and turned the account book again, sneered: "It's really interesting."

This old man died interestingly, that son and brother ran interestingly, and finally this son came out to cry, which was also very interesting.

As the emperor's chief personal guard, Anyi naturally didn't say martial arts. Of course, he could see that the old man died strangely, but he didn't quite understand what Xie Gu said "interesting", so he asked in confusion: "Then The old man was obviously not killed by Geng Yang, although the distance is a bit far away, but his subordinates are quite sure that the old man was only injured when Geng Yang swung the first whip, why did he die suddenly before the second whip could go down?"

Geng Yang is the name of that son and brother. He is the only son of Geng Wenshan, the Minister of Rites. He is well-known in the whole Nanluo country, and An Yi naturally knows him as well.

Xie Gu said casually: "It may be a heart attack, who knows?"

Anyway, Geng Yang couldn't escape the crime of murder.

But the whispers of the people after that, and the words of this son who suddenly rushed out were interesting.

Xie Gu thought for a while and asked An Yi: "How is the corruption of the imperial court now?"

An Yi immediately lowered his head and said, "This... subordinates don't know."

"I don't know, or is it hard to say?" Xie Gu asked back, "Let's be honest, I forgive you, I still understand the truth that when the water is clear, there are no fish."

An Yi hesitated and said, "...This is actually not within the scope of my subordinate's understanding, but judging from some rumors received, it should be... not light. After all, Your Majesty... Your Lord has not deliberately rectified it before."

This is a gentle statement. To be honest, a lot of corruption in the imperial court is condoned by the original villain.

After all, tyrants are addicted to killing and enjoying themselves. As long as you find the right point to please him, you can say anything and do anything, so this kind of atmosphere is indeed very popular, as long as you don’t cross the line—or how can you charge so much money? ?

Xie Gu nodded, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink: "Okay, instructed to go, send a team of dark guards who are good at tracking, follow the son of the deceased, ensure the safety of the other party's life when necessary, and report the whereabouts to me every day. "

An Yi responded, and then went out of the private room to transfer people.

Xie Gu glanced at the scorching sun outside the window and sighed, thinking that every time it was hot, someone should be cold.

…

It was a very calm and muggy day at the end of August.

"Oh, what the **** is this weather, it's getting hotter and hotter." A minister in court clothes said while wiping away his sweat.

"There's no way," another minister walked side by side with him. "It's so stuffy, it's probably going to rain. When the autumn rain falls, it will be cool today."

"It is estimated that there will be nothing to do in the court today, it's just a short walk," the minister said again, "I want to hurry back to the house and sleep again."

"Not necessarily," the fellow minister sneered, "Isn't Geng Wenshan trying to clear things up for his son these few days? I don't know if there will be trouble or not, and when will it start."

"Since His Majesty appointed Nie Yan as your noble concubine, his temperament has changed drastically. Who can say for sure," said the sweat-wiping minister. "Anyway, my wallet is really empty."

The two of them chatted like this, all the way into the Council Hall, standing according to their position, respectfully waiting for the court, first kneeling in a routine, and then going back to the court, it seems that it is no different from usual.

Then an imperial decree smashed down.

[Emperor Fengtian Chengyun issued an edict: Recently, I inspected the people and I deeply felt my fault and incompetence. I indulged in filth and incompetence, and the world was in disharmony. , but of course, the culprit will be severely punished! 】

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, ah ah, there is only one update today, I'm really busy

The last imperial decree really exhausted my only literary skills. The main idea was to scold myself for indulging in corruption. Now I want to correct it. I encourage everyone to actively report to the emperor's messenger or yamen. After verification, they will be severely punished. Loan, if there is a bug, please scold!

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Didn't I push her derivative before? I saw a comment today that I thought she was short, so I haven't started watching it yet. I immediately took a screenshot and laughed at her, but she laughed happier than me, and seemed to be very proud of herself for being short.

So a writer like me who is ashamed of being short is much cuter than her! !

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