Wang Yi looked at the silver in his wallet. There was not much left in it, and he could no longer support his stay in Chang'an City. He had no choice but to go to Jingzhao Mansion to try to cancel his quota. That was

No one can take away your own things at will.

I was sitting at a street stall, eating a bowl of noodles.

For recent times, this can be regarded as a good meal. Looking at the crowds of people in front of the academy, he suddenly felt an emotion in his heart. He knew where his emotion came from, but there was no use regretting it.

He doesn't care about noble people or his future. It's his own thing. It's the result of his hard work. No one can take it away. It's dignity. It's also part of Youzhou's rise. You can look down on me, you can.

Insult me, but you can't look down on Youzhou, and you can't trample on my dignity.

The noodles tasted delicious and were also very expensive. I didn’t have any money to stay at the hotel tonight, so I had to cancel my quota first and then return to Youzhou. After eating the noodles, I asked the stall owner where Jingzhao Mansion was.

After that, he got up and walked towards Jingzhao Mansion.

The city of Chang'an is really big. There are many shops on both sides of the streets. As Wang Yi walked, he looked around him. He saw people who were either old, ignorant, or elegant. Cars were like running water, and horses were like dragons.

On the moat in the distance, boats are dancing, and birds are singing and dancing. On the streets, merchants from outer cities are driving horse-drawn carriages and walking in the city of Chang'an.

From time to time, soldiers patrolled the streets, taking the place of Emperor Ming to prevent anyone from causing trouble. It was a bustling scene.

This was the capital of the Ming Dynasty, but this year, it became the capital.

According to the rules established by the previous Emperor Ming and King Yan, the capital must be rotated between the two places every twenty years.

So this place is also called Yanjing!

Wang Yi withdrew his gaze. He didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Chang'an. Following the stall owner's guidance, he came to Jingzhao Mansion.

Looking at the big characters "Jingzhao Mansion Office" in front of him, Wang Yi took out the letter from his arms that symbolized his participation in the Baizi imperial examination. It was the only thing that he could regain his dignity now.

At night, the weather was slightly cool. He couldn't understand. He should be enjoying the results of more than ten years of hard study in the cold window. When he should have unlimited air ducts, how could everything become like this? There are obviously many things in the academy.

How to make that noble man meet his requirements, why should he blame it on himself, just because he was born in Youzhou? That was all from the old history of many years ago, why should he put it on himself?

Wang Yi looked at the letter and strode into the government office. He could not wait any longer.

"We can't control it." The man in black official robes looked at the letter in his hand and Wang Yi.

"Why, your Jingzhao Mansion is responsible for verification by the Baizi imperial examination personnel." Wang Yi was very angry. The nobleman cut off his only escape route. Wang Yi's hands gradually clenched, and his arms tightened

He stood beating on both sides of his body. His last bit of dignity was about to be lost.

I want an explanation, an explanation from a Baizi imperial examiner.

The black official robe in front of him looked at Wang Yi quietly and was silent for a moment: "There is a noble person who wants this place. Of course, there are many choices." At this point, the black official robe paused. "But, that noble person

I have a story with you in Youzhou, or it would be more appropriate to say I have a feud." The black official robe waved his hands, indicating that he was powerless.

Wang Yi understood what he meant. He couldn't afford to offend the nobleman Jingzhao Mansion, so he could only obey his wishes. After years of hard work, he had made wedding dresses for others. He was silent for a moment and slowly accepted this fact.

, then Wang Yi turned and left.

"Bang." The black official stood up, pushed open the door behind him, and asked a man sitting behind the desk, "Why." His face was livid, and he was trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

The man's face was expressionless, his eyebrows were like fine lines, and he was as sinister as ever. He looked at the angry young man in front of him as if he had seen himself when he was young. "Is this your attitude when talking to your boss?"

black robe

The official heard this and adjusted his breathing: "We are Jingzhao Mansion. Except for the Qintian Supervisor, we can supervise all things in Chang'an City. Many high-ranking nobles are afraid when they see us. Just because they are from Youzhou,

Even His Majesty issued an order to rectify that incident back then, so what does a nobleman mean to you?"

"Are there not many noble people dying in prison?"

"Yes, you are right, we are the feared Jingzhao Mansion."

"But that noble man is different. Even our Lord Fu Yin is not willing to offend him."

The man was not as calm as he appeared. He was also very angry, but Wang Yi was not enough to make him like this. He was angry because the dignity of Jingzhao Mansion was trampled on.

After hearing this, the black-robed official suddenly fell silent. After a while, he asked, "Is it the one in the censor's desk, or the prime minister?"

The man shook his head and said in a deep voice: "No, he is an imperial minister."

"I, the Jingzhao Mansion, oversee all the officials, and there is only one Yu Cheng. Why is Lord Fu Yin..." Speaking of this black robe, I suddenly woke up and said, "It can't be that one!"

"That's the one. It's not him that Mr. Fu Yin is afraid of. So what if he is the emperor? What's important is that his surname is Yang, and what's more important is that he has a sister who took off her clothes and became a concubine in Huaqing Pool!"

The man in black robe fell silent instantly, remembering those dark years, an old incident that affected the entire government and the public.

Countless years ago, Concubine Yang was not the owner of Huaqing Pool. At that time, she was still a slave in a small palace. Later, the owner of that palace became the most powerful person in the world, and then she became the

One of the most dazzling women in that palace.

In order to be together, under the arrangement of Emperor Ming, the woman worshiped the Taoist Jurchen as her teacher, entered a Taoist temple to practice, and then entered the palace. Afterwards, she became more and more favored. Without warning, Emperor Ming asked his mentor to

, the then censor Yan Xiao drafted a memorial and declared her to be the queen.

The government and the public were shocked, and people were panicked. When Queen Xia learned about this, she shed tears every day. The prime minister at the time, Xia Yong, was very angry. He united with six ministers and listed the top ten crimes of Yan Xiao and the five immoral crimes of women, and wrote a memorial

The emperor and emperor Ming were indifferent and ignored the matter. All means were used. People died every day in Jingzhao Mansion, Qintian Prison, and Tianlao. However, the matter of Li Hou was shelved.

Later, Yan Xiao was killed, Xia Yong resigned, and Queen Xia was relegated to the cold palace. The woman became the owner of Huaqing Pool.

It was after that turmoil that Yang Yucheng successfully entered the eyes of Emperor Ming, and then became a member of the Yushitai who inspected hundreds of officials.

Although he is the imperial minister, his words in the government and the public can stir up troubles. No one in Chang'an City will provoke him. Even the practitioners are respectful to him.

It is not difficult for him to get a quota of 100 sons, not to mention that the man is from Youzhou.

After Wang Yi came out of Jingzhao Mansion, he walked on the main road of Chang'an. Anger could not solve any problem. The most important thing he faced now was that he had no place to stay today. The inn he stayed at before coming here had been withdrawn.

Lost it. If it gets later, the curfew in Chang'an City will begin. If I can't find a place to live, I will be caught by patrolling soldiers and put in jail.

Knowing that the noble man was targeting him, Wang Yi no longer had any hope in any academy. After all, Jingzhao Mansion had rejected him, and it was impossible for him to be accepted anywhere else.

When a high-ranking nobleman confronts a commoner, he doesn't need to take action himself. With a thought, someone will naturally take action against Wang Yi.

From this point of view, the noble man is not a good person, let alone an honest official.

Wang Yi has never been a person who gives in easily. To be precise, he is a person who must avenge and repay kindness. He already has ideas about revenge against that noble man.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an City at night, Wang Yi had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery of Chang'an at night and walked forward quickly. When he was walking at the end of a street, a carriage came from a distance. The carriage was very gorgeous, but Wang Yi

Yi didn't pay attention to those, he was looking at that

Decorated on the body of the car, the black tiger that looked dim but extremely clear was exuding inexplicable pressure, making Wang Yi feel breathless at this time.

Wang Yi has never practiced cultivation, but has seen some practitioners. He knows that the mark represents the legendary Yang family. What's more, there are no pedestrians on this street.

Then the reason why the carriage appeared here was to let him see it.

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and a tall middle-aged man got out of the carriage and looked at Wang Yi condescendingly.

"You are just a commoner, you can't fight against us." The middle-aged man said and walked up to Wang Yi: "You don't even have a place to live now. If the curfew comes, you will enter the prison of the City Patrol Department.

"The middle-aged man laughed as he talked.

"Unfortunately, I am a member of the City Patrol Department."

"Hand over that piece of paper, you can make any request, and we will try our best to satisfy you." The middle-aged man seemed to be talking about something insignificant. "If you don't agree, I guarantee that next time we will be in the prison of the City Patrol Department.

See you there."

"At that time, you will disappear in this city of Chang'an." The middle-aged man showed a fierce look in his eyes. "And you are from Youzhou. Do you know that my father died in Youzhou back then, just because of you."

"I guarantee that you will 'enjoy' the top-notch treatment in the prison of the City Patrol Department."

Wang Yi looked calmly at the middle-aged man in front of him who was about to go crazy.

"Why?"

The middle-aged man did not stop, strode up to Wang Yi, and shouted at Wang Yi: "Because you are from that damn Youzhou, because you are a commoner."

"What happened back then was not my fault in Youzhou." Wang Yi explained, looking at the middle-aged man looking crazy.

"It's not Biyouzhou's fault. Thirty thousand people are dead. All thirty thousand people are dead. You tell me it's not your fault!" The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and he obviously couldn't control himself anymore. He lifted himself up.

With a wave of his right hand, an invisible force filled the street, forming an illusory arm that grabbed Wang Yi's neck, picked him up from the ground, and suspended him in mid-air.

The pressure that followed showed the strength of the middle-aged man, but also showed that he was in a bad mood.

"Indeed, but please hand over the token."

The piece of letter paper lay quietly in Wang Yi's arms. It was the token that middle-aged people dreamed of. No one cared about Wang Yi's life or death, neither the nobleman nor the middle-aged man in front of him.

All everyone wants is a token.

"No." Wang Yi covered his neck tightly with both hands and kept beating the illusory arm. He was almost out of breath: "You...you don't dare to kill me."

The middle-aged man was very angry and stamped his feet angrily, but he had to let Wang Yi go: "I know a lot." He pointed at Wang Yi with his right hand, and Wang Yi fell from the air.

"Ahem!" Wang Yi took a big breath of air. He knew that he had just passed through the gate of hell. This middle-aged man really wanted to kill him. But at the same time, he made the right bet and he didn't dare.

"Young man, listen to my advice and hand over the letter. You can't defeat us." The middle-aged man bent down and said to Wang Yi: "The resentment in Chang'an City about the Youzhou incident has never been eliminated. Not all

Everyone, like me, knows the rules of Chang'an City."

"The next ones coming back will be those desperadoes, so they can take care of themselves." After saying that, the middle-aged man got on the carriage without looking back.

The middle-aged man's words contained countless sarcasm and chills, like invisible thin needles, coming out of his mouth and piercing into Wang Yi's heart: "I am not qualified to judge what happened in Youzhou back then, but you are also not qualified to ask me for the same."

Hand over the token!"

The middle-aged man paused after hearing this. He did not expect that Wang Yi would be so insistent under such circumstances. He thought that Wang Yi would obediently hand over the letter. Unexpectedly, this young man still insisted on his aloofness.
Chapter completed!