Two men in black night clothes jumped over the wall, landed lightly in the shadow of the wall, and gestured to each other. Today, I saw that Li Yuhan gave King Jian a lot of silver notes, but he left in a hurry. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Because the city is looking for thieves recently, there is a curfew at night, and the two guards with strong martial arts are currently in the patrol camp. As long as Li Yuhan was not around, this palace would be like a piece of paper to them.
After looking around, they found the way to the main courtyard. The two climbed up the roof and ran quickly along the ridge. After a while, they came to the courtyard where Chen Ziqi lived.
The yard was silent and silent, the windows were half open, and the room was pitch black. The two cooperated tacitly, one stepped forward and took off the wooden support for the window, and the other quickly caught the window that was about to fall so that the companion turned over and entered without making any sound from beginning to end.
People who have been groping in the dark all the year round will have better night vision than ordinary people. By the faint moonlight, they can feel in front of the Bogu shelf and look for the box for storing the silver bills. This palace is also poor enough. There are only a few books on the Bogu shelf, a celadon incense burner, and not even a decent jade ornament.
"Brother, what are you looking for?" The hoarse voice of the voice-changing teenager suddenly sounded, and the little thief in front of the Bogujia was so frightened that he almost exclaimed.
The thief turned around and left, Chen Ziqi lifted the curtain of the bed and rushed over. The thief couldn't see clearly in the dark. The thief only felt that a gust of wind rushed over, and then hit him heavily on the chest. Before his luck could balance out, he slapped his whole body out, and directly broke through the window and fell into the yard.
When the companions in the yard heard the exclamation, they knew they were about to suffer, turned around and ran.
"Om—" The humming sound of the sharp sword breaking through the air came from the head, and the thief quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid the sword's edge and avoid being cut off. However, the sword stance did not end with a single sword, but was like flowing water in the mountains. As soon as it fell three stacks, the sword stance reached the end and then quickly returned, and slapped him on the body with a slap.
The sword qi containing powerful internal strength split the night clothes, and at the same time slapped the person firmly to the ground.
Chen Ziqi lit the candle in the house, illuminating the surroundings. He only wore an inner shirt and stood barefoot on the cold ground. It was only now that he felt cold, and he couldn't help curling his toes.
Dan Yi jumped out of bed, walked over quickly, and picked up Chen Ziqi, "Why don't you wear shoes?" He himself was naked, wearing only a pair of crimson trousers.
"To catch a thief, how can I wear it." Chen Ziqi secretly touched the very tactile chest, jumped down, put on his shoes, put on a coat at will, and walked out.
Opening the door, the light in the house immediately came out, reflecting the faces in the yard. The person holding the sword was Li Yuhan who should have left.
The two thieves saw Li Yuhan's face clearly, and immediately felt a little weak. The movement here also alerted the guards of the palace, who ran in with a lantern and surrounded the two thieves.
"My lord, what should I do?" The guard looked at Chen Ziqi.
Li Yuhan retracted his sword and sheathed it, a little disappointed. I thought it was a martial arts master, but it turned out to be completely vulnerable.
Chen Ziqi curiously looked at the two who were covering their wounds in silence, seeing that they were both around 30 years old, their eyes were small and their mouths were pointed, and they were looking at each other. Breaking into the palace late at night, but to assassinate the king?"
"No, it's not to assassinate the lord, I just want to find some money." The man who was beaten by Chen Ziqi looked at Chen Ziqi with fear. Doesn't it mean that the members of the royal family, except for the King of Anhui, can't use martial arts? Why is this King Jian's martial arts so strong, his internal organs are throbbing and hurting at this moment, obviously he was injured internally.
"Looking for money, came to the palace?" Chen Ziqi laughed angrily.
"Rob the rich to help the poor, and hoe the strong to help the weak, is the righteousness of the rivers and lakes." Another person clutched the sword wound on his shoulder and said with dignity, "Your Highness only knows how to enjoy the glory and wealth in this Jianyang City, but you know that people starve to death every day in the suburbs. The lord is the vassal king here, but he doesn't care about the lives of the people. The two of us can't stand it, so we can only borrow a few taels of silver from the lord to save those people who are dying of starvation."
These remarks are eloquent, as if it is justice for them to steal things, and Chen Ziqi doesn't obediently take out the money for them to steal for the sake of being rich and rude.
Chen Ziqi smacked his lips. The ability of Jianghu people to open their eyes and talk nonsense is really worth learning. "In this case, this king will not kill you. I will go to the Yamen Palace tomorrow. Tell the governor again." After saying that, he waved his hand and motioned for the guards to take care of the two and send them to the yamen early tomorrow morning.
It's easy to kill these two people, but these two thieves are still very useful, and Chen Ziqi is reluctant to kill them like this.
"The two of us are disciples of Mount Lu, you can't send us to the yamen!" When the man covering his shoulders said this, he was obviously a little lacking in confidence, and took a peek at Li Yuhan's expression.
Lushan disciple? Li Yuhan frowned and walked in front of the two, "Who are you from?"
The two looked at each other and quickly knelt up and kowtowed to Li Yuhan, calling him Shishu. The two of them are Liang Shangfei, a famous robber from Jianyang. They were originally disciples from the outer sect of Mount Lu. Because of their poor academic skills, they were not able to become direct disciples.
The disciples of the inner sect are supposed to stay in the sect all the time, while the outer sect disciples are just nominal chores, doing chores and learning some kung fu for the sect. Chen Ziqi's uncle, Chang Sheng, was the outer disciple of King Kong Sect.
"As a disciple of the Lushan faction, I actually came out to do something wrong, and I will take you back tomorrow, and the rules will be dealt with." Li Yuhan clenched his scabbard tightly and was very angry.
When the two heard that they were going back to the Lushan faction, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, uncle, this can't be done," Chen Ziqi stretched out his hand and stopped Li Yuhan, "If it happens in Jianyang, you have to follow the rules here, no matter which sect disciple, if you break the law, you have to be sent to the yamen, according to the code. Law to deal with!"
Early the next morning, someone knocked on the drum in front of the yamen of Jianyang Mansion.
The incompetent Jianyang of the government has not heard the sound of the drum of injustice for many years. The people came over curiously, probed their brains, and found that the drummer was the guard of the palace, and they couldn't help but be even more surprised.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and a yawning clerk walked out of the door, "Who is playing the drums?"
"I am the guard of Prince Jane's residence. I caught two little thieves last night, and the prince asked us to bring them here."
Hearing that it was sent by the prince, the yamen immediately woke up, turned around and trotted back to report.
Ascension, interrogation.
Chen Ziqi was wearing a moon-white princely dress and sat leisurely on the side. The governor had not been promoted to the hall for a long time, and he carefully recalled the order of the hall. Then he raised his hand to look for the gavel, but found that there was no gavel on the table.
"Master!" The governor called out, and when the master looked over, he whispered, "Where's this officer's gavel?"
The master was stunned for a moment while holding the brush, and then pointed to the shiny little piece of wood resting on the corner of the table.
Chen Ziqi glanced at it lightly, took out a handful of melon seeds from his sleeve, and kowtowed a little red bird that emerged from the front of his shirt.
Seeing that the prince didn't pay attention to himself, the governor quickly called two yamen to take out the gavel, and found a brick to support the lame table. Hall!"
"Shengtang—" the yamen with black and red paint sticks shouted in unison, hitting the ground with the sticks.
The people gathered outside to watch the excitement, but Chen Ziqi did not allow the yamen to stop him, but instead let them in and stood outside the hall.
Regarding the theft, the two confessed, and also admitted that they were also responsible for the recent thefts in the city, but insisted that they were robbing the rich to help the poor.
"Is this the robber Liang Shangyan?"
"Tsk tsk, the thief looks like a thief at first glance."
"Don't talk nonsense, they are heroes who rob the rich and help the poor!"
"Bah! What kind of robbing the rich to help the poor, I'm so poor, why are you stealing from me?" The owner of the Luwei shop heard that the king had caught the thief, showed the shop to his mother-in-law, and ran to the yamen. He heard someone speak for the two thieves, and immediately choked back. Then, he looked up at the young man sitting next to the governor, and his eyes widened.
The young man was dressed in a moon-white princely dress, embroidered with bright silver thread coiled dragons, bright moonflowers, and scorching jade trees. You don't need to ask to know that this is Chen Ziqi, the vassal of Jianyang.
Isn't this person the young horse-drawer who gave him a pot of brine a few days ago? The owner of the Luwei shop almost exclaimed, finally knowing why he was exempted from rent, all because of a small unintentional act that day.
Chen Ziqi listened to the two people talking about the so-called righteousness, stuffed the little red bird into his clothes, got up and walked in front of the two, "Your so-called robbing the rich and helping the poor, this king sounds a bit reasonable, it's better to ask the yamen to lead the way. I'll let you go outside the city to identify and find out the money you've stolen in the past few days, and if you give it to the poor, you can reduce the punishment, how about it?"
The two of them froze when they heard this. However, Chen Ziqi did not give them the opportunity to go back and asked the master to write down the property reported by the people in the city in the past few days, and hand it over to the yamen to take out for identification.
After walking for a whole day, I found two families. The people who were found looked blank and said that they only received a few pennies. The lost thing was not found, and the two were beaten by the yamen, and then changed their words, saying that the things they stole were too late to share with the people, and they were all hidden in an old house in the city.
Chen Ziqi touched his chin, "Since you think what you do is the righteousness of chivalry, why don't you go on a parade tomorrow and see if the people in the city will appreciate you?"
The next day, the two men tied with ropes were led by the yamen to walk around Jianyang City, beating gongs and shouting as they walked, "These are the thieves Liang Youde and Qin Fei, who stole more than a hundred taels of property in three days. as punishment!"
The clanging gongs echoed on the East and West Streets, and the people looked at the disgraced two people with complicated and unspeakable feelings in their hearts. I haven't seen the yamen steward for many years!
I don't know who started and threw a rotten vegetable leaf at the two of them. Many people followed suit and threw the things they didn't need at hand. No vegetable leaves or rotten eggs, just spit.
"Bah! What a thief, he is a thief who knows martial arts!" The owner of the lo-mei shop picked up a basin of blood for washing pork, and splashed it out. These unarmed people have been oppressed by the martial arts people for so many years, they have nowhere to complain, they can only steal or rob, and today they can finally get their revenge.
The people cheered as they threw things. The matter of Jianyang City actually came according to the Da Zhang Code. No matter one’s background, no matter the level of martial arts, people who break the law will be arrested and punished. This kind of Jianyang makes the people truly feel safe. .
Chen Ziqi stood on the third floor of Fengling, looked at the situation below, and smiled slightly. This is his purpose, to kill one to set an example and let the people know that in Jianyang City, only routines and no background are taught. Mr. Luo said that only if the country is governed according to the code of laws rather than the level of martial arts, will the country have hope.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Mr. Luo: Our purpose is to
Qi Qi: Rule the country by law
Mr. Lowe: Our slogan is
Qiqi: Laws must be followed, and violations must be investigated
Mr. Lowe: Our principle is
Qi Qi: Confess strictly, resist killing without mercy!
Bird Attack: So motivated
Qi Qi: Yes, no one can stop me from becoming a qualified socialist successor!