I am immortal in history

Jianwu forty-two years.

The ninth day of June.

Prince Zhao Xin failed in his rebellion.

The capital was under martial law, and the imperial army went from house to house searching for rebels.

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Mortuary.

Li Ping'an stuffed two ingots of silver, bent down and said a lot of good things, and then sent away the searching imperial army.

Many of the corpses parked in the room were the corpses of officials of the East Palace. The imperial army actually used this as an excuse to arrest Li Ping'an and take him to the Yamen for interrogation.

"This is outrageous. They actually say that we are harboring rebels!"

I have long heard that every time a major case occurs, people are blackmailed.

Li Ping'an didn't care before. He had an official status and could barely be regarded as a court eagle. Now when he met him, he almost couldn't help himself and gave the forbidden army a shot.

Three days later.

The prince's rebellion was almost caught, and martial law was ended in Kyoto.

This kind of case is easier to investigate than other murder cases or theft cases, because no evidence is needed at all. As long as you get close to the prince, you will have to go to the sky prison.

What can you ask for under the three trees? If you are not a rebel, you will become a rebel.

The end of one struggle is the beginning of a new one.

The most important thing for the court at the moment is to establish a new prince, which is related to the foundation of the country and the career of all officials.

All the civil and military officials were usually gentle, elegant, and considered themselves nobles. Now, for the sake of their own interests, they did not care about their image, and their quarrels got so angry that they even got into a fight in the Qinzheng Hall.

False officialdom struggle: intrigues and intrigues.

Real officialdom struggle: civil servants pull their hair, military officers pull their vaginal legs.

These things spread to the ears of the people and became amusement after dinner. The timid ones snickered a few times, while the bold ones said that the officials are just like us.

Half a month later.

The capital has returned to its former glory.

There are no imperial guards patrolling the streets, so the people don't have to worry, but they don't live in peace either.

In other words, there has never been true peace.

Taking advantage of the prince's rebellion, the yamen officers wanted to extort money and take him to the yamen if they dared to complain. Since ancient times, the people did not fight against the officials, so the common people could only choose to spend money to eliminate disasters.

Li Ping'an was busy for more than half a month and made another windfall, which was more than the warlock case. The two sums totaled two thousand taels.

"If this kind of good thing happens once a year, we will be able to achieve great martial arts..."

In the first episode of the family fortune, Li Ping'an lamented about eating steamed buns with human blood, but now he began to hope that more officials would die.

If you don’t enjoy getting rich, then your wealth will be in vain!

Chunfeng Tower.

There are bursts of sound of silk and bamboo, and the endless sound can be heard.

The private rooms on the second and third floors were already full, and Li Pingan could only share a table with familiar guests on the first floor.

"Mother Xipi, after killing hundreds and thousands of officials these two times, why are there still so many rich people in the capital? It's really like weeds, after killing one crop, another crop will grow!"

Li Ping'an cursed secretly in his heart, smiled on his face, and commented with the guests at the same table.

The girls on the stage danced charmingly, and the guests in the audience cheered continuously. Everything was no different from last year, the year before, and the year before that, as if the sorcerer case and the rebellion case did not exist at all.

It doesn't matter how many people I kill, as long as I don't die, I'll be happy.

suddenly.

The guest named Liu Bo sighed: "Uncle Rihui died a few days ago. Qian'er wanted to express his condolences, but there was no one at home. It is said that the funeral was held in the countryside."

Li Ping'an frowned slightly: "Why didn't you send a funeral note?"

Uncle Hui was a well-known elder. His son was on duty in Tianlao and had a close relationship with Li Ping'an. When he died, he would definitely send out a funeral notice to express his condolences.

"The whole family is dead!"

Liu Bo sighed: "It is said that that night, some thieves took advantage of the chaos to rob, and Uncle Hui's family was very unlucky..."

When Li Pingan heard the news, he was silent for a long time.

"Another familiar person left!"

A person's life is always filled with farewells.

I met Uncle Hui a few days ago and heard from him that his son was going to be promoted and that he would be drinking to clear away the guests in a few days. Who would have thought that there would be no chance in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping'an asked: "How to go to the countryside to hold a funeral?"

"What else can happen? The family property has been divided among the same clan. I can't bear to spend money to do it in the capital."

Liu Bo drank several glasses of wine and became a little tipsy.

Feeling depressed and unable to hold back, I stood up, holding a drink in one hand and reaching forward with the other, stepping forward with my feet in a T-step, leaning back slightly, and started singing.

"You talk about trying to save the temple, having empty ambitions but not eradicating the traitor, sighing about life and death, parting and being in danger, looking around and feeling confused..."

After singing a section, the tune was correct and smooth, and she was even as good as the other performers in the Fuchun class.

The guests at the same table all applauded. This play tells the story of Taizu of Daqian, who was framed and exiled by local officials and had to rebel.

No one noticed the down-and-out scholar at the same table, who was drinking silently with his head down, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Li Ping'an drank a pot of wine and felt very dull. The girl on the stage also didn't sleep well, and she stopped criticizing her all night long.

Returning to the mortuary, I practiced the iron cloth shirt several times, and then I felt relieved after sweating all over.

"I still can't stand it!"

I have seen a lot of life and death in the past few years, and I think I have become completely indifferent. Today I heard the bad news about Uncle Hui's family, and I couldn't help but feel sad.

People don't feel sad when they read about the death of someone in history books or newspapers. It's hard to turn a blind eye to the sudden sudden death of an acquaintance or the tragic murder of a family.

Maybe things harm their kind, maybe they sigh helplessly.

…

The wind is freezing and the snow is flying.

The capital city is covered with a layer of silver.

There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and everyone was hurrying home.

Li Ping'an came out of the mortuary, locked the door, hummed the ditty "Reach out and touch Sister Maomaowan", and strolled to Sanniang's Wine Shop.

I'm in a good mood today, and Tie Bu Shi has reached the peak of his physical training.

"Would you like to train your arms or your head next?"

He can shoot quickly with his hands, he can fire concealed weapons with great force, he can fight back with his head, and he can also withstand a sap's sneak attack.

"There is also a bone-tempering method. Do I have to become a disciple of the Golden Sword Sect?"

Li Ping'an couldn't think of a better way, and he didn't want to become a disciple, so he chose to wait. This was the biggest advantage of long-lived species over short-lived species.

Few martial arts schools in Beijing can flourish for a hundred years, and most of them fade into obscurity within three or four generations.

You only need to write down which martial arts school has the inheritance of bone tempering and organ refining, and then wait calmly until the martial arts school declines and the disciples are withered, then you can come and get it for yourself.

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"We are doing good deeds without leaving any name behind!"

Pushing the door open and entering, it is customary to sit near the counter so that you can tell jokes with Sanniang.

"Waiter, serve the wine."

The waiter agreed and quickly came over with a tray, bowing and saying: "Master Li, as usual, a pot of knives and a plate of fennel beans."

Li Ping'an took a sip of wine, ate an fennel bean, and listened to the chats of the guests in the wine shop.

The wine shop gathers three religions and nine streams, and news from the lower levels of the capital spreads the fastest. If you know the slightest thing, you can guess the direction of the court.

"Have you heard? The newly appointed Lu Fuyin issued a notice that no gangs are allowed in the capital. If there are more than three gangsters, they will be arrested and beaten!"

"Then the relationship is good, we don't need to pay any money."

"I can't tell you whether it's good or bad. There were some things in the past, and the gang helped us settle them. Who can we turn to in the future?"

"Reporter!"

"You still have to ask someone to write a complaint and go to court, which is so troublesome..."

"That's right, the small amount of money paid is not enough to delay the matter!"

"The yamen door opens to the south. When you go to court, you may become the defendant from the plaintiff..."

The guests were chatting noisily and had some resistance to the Yamen's new policy. They would rather pay money to the gang than go to the Yamen to file a lawsuit.

The gangs collected enough money, knowing that leeks cannot be uprooted, and the yamen needed to raise money, which really cost them everything.

Li Ping'an was eating fennel beans, and Sanniang sat opposite her with her waist twisted and put down a plate of assorted side dishes.

"Ping An, why do you only eat fennel beans every time?"

Li Ping'an raised his eyelids and saw the white snow that could not be covered. It was not Sanniang's intention, but it was really too cumbersome and the loose clothes could not cover it tightly.

"Fennel beans can remind us of things we have almost forgotten!"