At the third update, a team of soldiers in red and black armor quietly blocked the Iron Gun Hutong.

The gate of the slum was knocked open from outside, and the sleepy man and the woman with disheveled hair were pulled out of the quilt.

Dozens of horse lanterns illuminate the messy yard as bright as day.

"Flying Yuwei handled the case, searched the spies, and took everyone away!"

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It was not until the sun was bright that the residents in the next yard dared to open the door and come out to check. They heard the movement in the middle of the night, but no one dared to come out to see it. They were afraid that after searching the next yard, they came to search their own house. Some people even pried off a piece of their own wall tiles overnight and hid the silver in.

Each household first sent the children out of the family. When the children went back, they said that there was no official in the alley, and then the women from the family went out. When the women went back, they said that the official had left, and the door of a household was open. They went in and saw that there was no breath in the yard. Each household finally breathed a sigh of relief. The men on the pillars of the family walked out of the door, put their hands in their cuffs, and asked each other what they heard in their homes and what they heard in my homes.

After some exchanges and communication, everyone finally came to the conclusion that there were spies in the people living in that yard.

What spy?

What other spies can there be these days? Of course, it is a spy sent by King Yu Chai Ji.

Everyone gasped. It turned out that they were so close to King Yu.

That's right, in the eyes of the common people, the spy is King Yu's spy, and King Yu's spy is King Yu's person, equivalent to King Yu himself.

This one said, "I didn't see it. When I went out to set up a stall, I was still next to the big fifth in the yard. He looked quite decent, like a farmer."

The one said, "There is a woman in the yard who stole a handful of onions from my house a few days ago. She was a spy and even stole onions. She was really not particular."

The well-informed person interrupted, "I heard that there is a Juren in that yard. I guess everyone who is a spy should know how to read, why don't you send a secret letter? Right, I guess it must be that Juren."

"Yes, I'll forget if you didn't say it. There was a Juren living in the courtyard. You said it was a good thing. Why did the Juren move here to live? He must have been here to steal intelligence."

"Why are you here for stealing intelligence? Do you have intelligence at home or do I have intelligence at home?"

Everyone was talking enthusiastically. There was a sharp-eyed person who saw a woman walking not far away. The woman was unkempt and dirty, but she looked a little familiar.

"Hey, aren't you that big belly? Have you given birth?"

The woman, known as a big belly, grinned and asked, "Who caught them?"

"Who else can catch people at will besides people from the government?"

"Which government?" the woman asked again.

Everyone looked at each other, and then looked at a man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek together: "Old Zhang, you live next door to them. Did you hear the officials say which yamen it is?"

"Flying Fish Guard, the officials said it was Feiyu Guard who handled the case." Lao Zhang said.

The woman nodded at Lao Zhang, held the corner of her mouth, and showed a smile without a smile: "Thank you."

"So it's Feiyuwei, my god, this is a big case!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Spy, this is a spy, how can it not be a big case?"

Everyone continued this topic and the discussion was in full swing. No one noticed when that strange woman left.

In the Fu Palace, two eleven or two-year-old eunuchs knelt on the ground, one holding a tray with bath beans and fingers in it, and there was also a set of exquisite tools for polishing nails.

Wei Ming put his hands on the guide pillow, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, allowing a young eunuch to massage his hands frequently.

Wei Ming was extremely caring for his hands. When he was young, he relied on these hands to make the Empress Dowager look at him with admiration.

The Empress Dowager often said: "Xiao Weizi's hands are about to catch up with the Ai family."

His hands were more shiny and white than those of women. They seemed soft and boneless, but in fact they were clever and powerful. The Empress Dowager liked the bun he used these hands to massage her jade feet.

The hand fat was newly given by the Empress Dowager. Honey and rose dew were added, and the sweet fragrance was fragrant. Wei Ming took a deep breath and Wei Xiaofu's voice came from his ears.

"The Yan family was born in a poor family. They were poor in their early years and lived on a few acres of paddy fields. Later, they turned over with their daughter-in-law's dowry and confessed to a juren. However, the villain was once rich and did not know what was said. After entering Beijing, the scandal of favoring concubines and destroying their wives. After the Yan family's daughter-in-law divorced, they went to court and finally settled the case by returning the dowry of their daughter-in-law to the Yan family."

Wei Ming snorted coldly, this was different from what he thought.

Such families are full of messes and messy things. Anyone who is not very obsessed will fall in love with them. Anyone who wants to find them to deal with the enemy will either be rigorous and rigorous, without any flaws, or be alone and without any worries.

Either it is a sharp blade or a polished stone.

Like the Yan family, it seems like they are dragging their backs no matter how they look. Fortunately, they are just a juren. If they become a Jinshi and have an official position, just the four words "possessing concubines and destroying their wives" can be pulled down from their official positions at any time.

Wei Xiaofu continued: "There is a man named Yan Jingxiu in the Yan family. He came to Xinjing two years ago. The reason why he came to Xinjing is because he has a friend named Ye Sheng."

"Secret of Ye?" Wei Ming suddenly opened his eyes. The whole lot of words Wei Xiaofu said before were not as good as the word "ye".

"Yes, Ye, Ye with the surname Ye Cifu," Wei Xiaofu continued to add, "This Ye Sheng is Ye Cifu's adopted son. I don't know my godfather, but I still remember that Ye Cifu was raised by an old servant in the family, and Ye Sheng is the grandson of that servant."

Wei Ming suddenly realized: "Yan Jingxiu and Ye Sheng have a good relationship?"

"Yes, Yan Jingxiu and Ye Sheng are good friends. Two years ago, Ye Sheng came to the capital and went to Shuren Academy to study, and Yan Jingxiu also came with him. By the way, Sun Daxiu is Yan Jingxiu's cousin, and Sun Daxiu's father is Yan Jingxiu's uncle."

"What is Yan Jingxiu's temperament?" Wei Ming asked.

Wei Xiaofu told all the things he found: "Yan Jingxiu was so talented when he was in the old capital. Even in Shuren Academy, he was a good person. He was not only very literary, but also very filial, humble and polite. A while ago, Pingchengfu sentenced his grandmother to be punished by a hundred sticks, and Yan Jingxiu took the initiative to be tortured for his grandmother. The Yan family left his daughter-in-law and granddaughter on the way to escape, which was also the one sent by Yan Jingxiu. Now among the group of scholars who came from the old capital, the Yan family has become a laughing stock, but Yan Jingxiu's reputation is in contrast to the Yan family. Everyone appreciates him. I heard that Ye Cifu also looked at him differently."
Chapter completed!