Chapter 2353 This Is Revenge

The peaks and ridges are like gatherings, the waves are like raging, and the mountains and rivers are inside and outside the Tongguan Road.

"Looking at the Western Capital, I am hesitant, sad that the Qin and Han dynasties passed by, and the palaces and palaces have all turned to dust."

Song Jian doesn't like the capital. He doesn't like the cold and gloom of the capital.

In the south, even in winter, it is still charming.

He looked at the gray sky, chanted the poem about worrying about the country and the people, and his brows were more depressed.

The Hanlin Academy is a department for raising hopes, at least for now.

As the lecturer of the Hanlin Academy, Song Jian has not been assigned a specific position. For this, he has run through a lot of relationships, but since the cleanup in the south began, those relationships did not dare to make plans for him.

The Hanlin Academy is noble, but it is not a powerful department.

The duty of the lecturer is to teach the emperor and the prince.

But Daming currently has no prince. Even if Yumi is canonized as the prince, the prince's teacher, Daming Xinghebo Fangxing, is also watching from the side. How can it be his turn to go to class?

As for the emperor, it was even more ridiculous. He had treated the Hanlin Academy as a decoration since he ascended the throne.

But it was funny to think that an official who didn't know much about the situation of the various classes in the Ming Dynasty went to explain Confucianism to the emperor, and then had to connect those contents with reality, analyze them, and let the emperor learn from them.

Is this funny?

Song Jian stood outside the imperial city, looking at the gray sky, and suddenly felt that his position was a joke.

He missed Yanzhou. Yanzhou at this moment would be cold, biting cold, but gentle.

But Yanzhou was just a corner of the country, and he didn't want to treat it as a paradise, so he asked for connections and finally transferred to the capital.

Where is the future!

There are not many jobs for the Hanlin Academy, no, there are almost none now.

At first he was panicked, but later he was at ease, anyway, his salary would not be less than a copper coin.

And he didn't rely on salary to support his family.

Be careful of Jinyiwei and Dongchang!

Song Jian lowered his head and went to the west of the city slowly.

There was nothing to do, so he couldn't just sit there in the yamen, so Prosecutor Song often came out in the name of searching for ancient books.

If we talk about the love of ancient books, the Hanlin Academy is probably second, and no one dares to claim to be the first.

So the bored Shangguan agreed with one eye, so Prosecutor Song often got the opportunity to go out.

The New Year atmosphere in Beiping City gradually became stronger, but Prosecutor Song didn't want to feel it.

Xin Laoqi didn't want to feel it either.

He and Ye Luoxue stood in front, watching Prosecutor Song walk slowly.

"The master said that the most straightforward way is to suppress it directly, but it is not good for the overall situation, and it will only intensify the contradiction, so this method has to be used. But it can't be hidden."

Ye Luoxue nodded and said, "Prosecutor Song is here, I'll go."

Xin Laoqi nodded, and what he wanted more now was to fight with Ye Luoxue.

There are several bookstores here, Prosecutor Song went in and walked around, and then came out again.

He was going to find a restaurant to wait for lunch, preferably one with women.

Qinlou was naturally the best place, and the shopkeeper and waiter there were very smart, and no information about the guests had ever been leaked.

The last time Fang Xing messed with him, the holy land was banned, and countless men wailed.

But it was almost the New Year, and Fang Xing couldn't do too much, so he let Qinlou's shopkeeper go when he asked someone to plead for mercy.

Many people had a lot more money in their pockets before the New Year, and Qinlou's business became more and more popular. It is said that the water used by the girls there to wash their faces every day made the nearby sewers fragrant.

He hired a carriage and went all the way to Qinlou.

The back door of Qinlou looked very thick, as if it had never been opened.

The carriage stopped at the back door, and the driver got off the car, pounded on the door hard, and shouted: "A guest is coming! Open the door!"

The heavy wooden door that seemed to have never been opened slowly opened from the inside. The door hinge must have been oiled frequently, so it was silent.

"Master is here, please come in."

A waiter skillfully welcomed Prosecutor Song to the third floor.

Women in brothels are usually leisurely before lunch,

So when Prosecutor Song arrived on the third floor, many women were sleeping or chatting.

Don't think that women don't snore when they sleep, some snoring can make people unable to sleep,

Listening to the snoring, in front of me were several women lying on the railings and laughing and talking.

"Hey! A guest is coming."

Several women found Prosecutor Song and immediately put away their smiles, either dignified or charmingly tempting.

In order to stimulate their enthusiasm, the commission for receiving guests here is fierce, so the competition is fierce.

And Prosecutor Song is one of the rich customers, so he can naturally win the favor of these women.

Several women looked at the woman who pretended to be dignified. Sure enough, Prosecutor Song didn't even look at her, and pointed at the woman and said, "Go to your room."

As the door closed, the women outside were laughing and gathered together to talk in a low voice.

"Two hypocrites, listen to their movements."

"That one looks like a scholar, can he recite a poem?"

"What poem? There are beautiful women in books?"

There are more and more women outside, and everyone is listening to the movements inside.

"Recite the poem I taught you last time."

The voice of Prosecutor Song came from inside, but it was trembling.

After a while of groaning, a woman recited: "I won't regret it if my belt is loose, for you...ah!"

The panting sound just started and stopped suddenly, and then Prosecutor Song said angrily: "I asked you to recite a poem, isn't it... you are really unteachable!"

The two of them struggled again, reciting two poems in the whole process, and they recited them with bumps and bruises.

Later, Prosecutor Song came out.

His clothes were neat, and if it weren't for his flushed face and the fishy smell on his body, everyone would think he had just taught a woman to recite poems.

There were many women in the corridor outside, and when they saw him come out, most of them covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughed secretly.

For them, such an elegant way is good business!

Prosecutor Song coughed dryly and frowned, saying, "Let's go."

The women would never listen to him, so Prosecutor Song had no choice but to go down slowly.

His body was a little weak, and he needed to hold the handrail when going down the stairs.

There was a burst of laughter behind him, and Prosecutor Song was angry and didn't plan to have lunch here.

He arrived at the lobby, and there were already two tables of guests in the lobby at this moment.

The two tables of guests also saw him, but they didn't recognize him.

Prosecutor Song felt a little relieved, and warned himself in his heart not to come again next time, and then he went to the backyard with peace of mind.

The backyard is mainly a kitchen, and there are also some servants' residences.

He walked out of the back door smoothly, and finally laughed when he heard the door closing behind him.

"This is how life is!"

He looked at the right side of the alley, but went to the left.

The wall on the left side of the alley has always been the scope of Qinlou. Hearing the noise gradually increasing inside, Song Jian spat at the wall and cursed: "Bitch, you actually ate chili in the morning."

Following the alley, there is an opening in front, and the street outside.

After walking out of the alley, the noise came all of a sudden, as if you suddenly came to a busy city from the mountains.

Song Jian tidied his clothes, and then saw a handsome man walking towards him.

He was a little moved.

Yes, many places in Daming are now popular with husbands.

Those who have money will go to find husbands outside, and Song Jian knows a lot about it.

At this time, eating both men and women is a refined interest and the fun of scholars and officials.

So he stared at the man who came and smiled a little presumptuously, and was even ready to expose his identity when necessary, or attract or suppress this handsome man.

As the man approached, Prosecutor Song asked, "Where are you from?"

The man asked indifferently, "Prosecutor Song?"

Prosecutor Song was so upset by this question that he said, "You got the wrong person."

The man's pretty face was colder, and he said, "Prosecutor Song, you are corrupt and take human life lightly."

Prosecutor Song's heart was cold, and fear surged like a tide.

He looked past the man's side and saw Xin Laoqi in the distance.

He had a good memory, so he remembered Xin Laoqi.

Xin Laoqi was also looking at him coldly, letting the crowd pass by, and his eyes were firmly locked on him.

"No! I want to see His Majesty!"

A scream came from the long street, attracting everyone to look.

Then they saw a handsome man kicking twice quickly.

Although the distances were different, some people could hear the sound of broken bones, while others could only judge what happened to Prosecutor Song based on his screams and extremely painful face. But everyone was stunned by this sudden incident.

Just as Prosecutor Song was about to fall, Ye Luoxue whispered, "The people from the East Factory will come to invite you later."

The severe pain made Prosecutor Song almost unable to speak, but he still roared, "I am guilty!"

Since the East Factory was ready to arrest him, why did they commit the crime in the street?

This is revenge!

Revenge for everyone to see!

It must be Fang Xing!

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