After hearing Wang Yi's words, the middle-aged man fell silent.

The boy was right. No one dared to kill a hundred-son preceptor who was confirmed by Jingzhao Prefecture and issued a token of the Ministry of Rites.

"You are afraid. You can't or dare not kill me for some reason." Wang Yi looked at the middle-aged man with a firm look and a calm expression.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi and smiled for the first time: "You are very smart. In this Chang'an City, King Yan is above all else. As a commoner, we must abide by the law and be willing to help others. I cannot do anything to you. But as long as you are willing, the reward we will receive is not something you can imagine."

"I said I refused." Wang Yi was not tempted by his words and rejected the middle-aged man's proposal again.

Middle-aged man was very unhappy. This damn scholar had rejected him many times, and he was simply a rude person. He should have beaten him to death just now.

But I had no choice but to do anything to him, because it was because of the one sitting in the Yan Prince's Mansion.

This is Chang'an, and before the defense was changed, it was called Yanjing, the Kyoto of the King of Yan.

The first generation of Minghuang had a total of three sons. The eldest son ended the chaotic era of this land for the previous generation of Minghuang. In that war-torn era, he used the power of a country to pacify the entire chaotic era. After his death, his

His son succeeded to the throne and became the contemporary Ming Emperor.

The second son was the King of Yan, one of the seven princes of the Ming Dynasty. He was granted the title of Chang'an City by the old emperor, guarding the north and resisting the Northern Qi Dynasty. He was quite famous among the border troops.

The third son died early and did not leave his reputation.

"Then I wish you good luck. There is still half an hour to be curfew. I'll wait for you in the City Inspection Office." Without seeing it, the middle-aged man was completely disappointed with Wang Yi and could only walk back to the carriage.

Chang'an City is indeed very prosperous, but in order to prevent trouble at night, a curfew was imposed at night.

When the time comes, those who are still lingering on the street will be arrested and the city patrol department will be arrested. As for whether they die or live, they will rely on the will of God.

"That's my business." Wang Yi was in a good mood and laughed happily. This is a good news that he rarely heard recently.

The middle-aged man sitting in the carriage looked unhappy when he heard this, and was silent for a moment: "How can you, a mortal who doesn't even have a life star?" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yi with a complicated expression: "You are more proud than I thought. I rejected that noble man. I don't know how long you can maintain this pride, but after leaving Chang'an City, your pride may be trampled on."

"That's my business." Wang Yi did not show any emotion about the middle-aged man's words. He just stood there and looked at the carriage quietly.

If the oil and salt are not in, there is nothing to say, and if you can't kill them, the middle-aged man drove out of the street without looking back. At this moment, he just wanted to go back and report his life.

The carriage was driving and suddenly stopped.

A carriage in the distance was slowly driving towards the middle-aged man in the moonlight. The carriage looked much smaller than its own, and it could even be said to be simple, but a dark golden dragon mark on the carriage seemed quite extraordinary. The horse pulling the carriage in front was tall and mighty, with white all over, and a red horn on its head shone brightly.

The carriage was getting closer and closer to him. The strange beast on his carriage was already standing still in a state of anxiety, trying to escape from this place. Sweat as big as beans began to drip on his forehead, and his hands couldn't stop trembling.

The middle-aged man trembled in an instant, and finally fell off the carriage, fell to his knees and kowtowed constantly.

The white horse looked at the strange beast uneasy in the spot. The strange beast looked at the white horse's cold eyes and its body began to tremble. The fear surged in its eyes. It was difficult to keep the standing posture and fell to the ground. The carriage behind him also fell down at this time.

An old voice came from the carriage. "This is Chang'an, the Chang'an of the King of Yan."

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man stopped kowtowing, but his heart suddenly tense. He put his head on the ground, dared not raise his head or slackened.

It is true that I am an official of the City Inspection Office, but compared with the butler of the Yan Prince's Mansion in front of me, this small City Inspection Office is simply not worth mentioning.

"You are very smart, that's great." The carriage's curtain was slowly lifted up, and an old man looked coldly at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground from the carriage. "Because of your intelligence, your life can be left behind, but don't go back to the patrol commander, go to Nandaying to be an ordinary soldier."

"Yes, thank you for not killing me." The middle-aged man quickly replied after hearing this, and at this time he had no intention of resisting.

"You can do it yourself." The old man put down the curtain and finally said.

The middle-aged man dared not speak and put his head lower.

The white horse looked down at the middle-aged man on the ground, and breathed a breath at him, as if mocking him. Then he turned around and drove towards the direction where the middle-aged man had just arrived.

Of course, the middle-aged man knew who the person in the carriage was. It was naturally not a grievance that he was so humble. After all, the old man who was known as the chief executive of Chang'an City even wanted to respectfully call His Majesty the Emperor Ge, what did he count as he did?

What the old man said just now is the key point. The first few games can be regarded as a reward for your compliance, but the last sentence is like saying it to the person behind you. As for the disrespectful words in it, they cannot be corrected by you.

The middle-aged man stood up, got on the carriage, and drove forward.

The old man was in a good mood after teaching the tactful little patrol officer a lesson. He now used his cultivation to speed up the carriage. Otherwise, he would not be able to find the boy from Youzhou before dark.

"It's a pity that I didn't embarrass me in Youzhou." The old man felt very sorry when he remembered the past.

Whether it was His Majesty Ming Emperor's decree to rehabilitate or the bravery of many border soldiers to fight the enemy, it could not stop the people of the Ming Dynasty, especially the great clans, from resentment towards Youzhou's mistakes in that war. After all, the 30,000 border soldiers and countless losses were on the surface.

Hope it is too late.

The fewer pedestrians at the city gate were, and the city gate would be blocked in half an hour.

That was the time for the curfew in Chang'an City.

No matter how unwilling or resentful Wang Yi felt in his heart, he had to leave Chang'an City when the city gate was closed, otherwise he would face a prison disaster. Wang Yi slowly walked towards the city gate, and the people around him were rushing to go home or leave the city. He was unwilling to be content with this, and he was unwilling to be content with his ten years of hard study.

"If you don't hurry up, the city gate will be closed." As Wang Yi slowly walked towards the city gate, an old man's voice came from behind.

Wang Yi turned his head and saw a carriage parked there.

The carriage is inconspicuous, but the horse fell into Wang Yi's eyes and was full of spiritual energy. It should be a natural genius to make people get close to him.

Then the people in the carriage must be extraordinary.

"Yes, I am worthy of being a scholar from Youzhou, and my arrogance is passed down from generation to generation." Obviously, the people in the carriage were teasing Wang Yi. "I can reject that noble person

People, I didn’t expect it.”

"That's my own business." Wang Yi stared at the carriage, not being moved by words.

"Well, it's a good thing for young people to be arrogant, but think about how many people from Chang'an City who came to Youzhou fifty years ago are alive."

"It is not easy to produce a study seed in Youzhou. I can leave your quota for hundreds of students."

The praise in the words is true, but the tone of speaking reveals a strong indifference in every byte, and obviously there is not much kindness towards Wang Yi.

"The price." Wang Yi was not happy because he knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and no one would help others for no reason.

"You are very smart and very simple. I want you to join the Jinyiwei."

After saying that, the curtain of the carriage was lifted open, and a man wearing a blue Confucian shirt walked out of it. He walked off the carriage and read books again.

"Then I can still go to Baizi Academy?" Wang Yi didn't believe that the scholar in front of him would have the ability to help him.

"Of course not. You can be one of the Baizi Chaochao Testers, you can be the 76th on the Baizi List."

The man in the green Confucian shirt smiled when he said this. He stood in front of the carriage and looked at the slowly closing city gate in the distance, and then looked at Wang Yi in front of him, "But you can't go to Baizi Academy, you can only belong to the Jinyiwei."

From the visitor of the City Inspection Division to the people in the blue Confucian robe in front of them, they all valued their own quota.

"Why do you value my quota so much?" Wang Yi couldn't figure out that so many people were staring at him.

"There are many reasons. Some people want to enter Baizi Academy, and some people want to get something through this. There are many reasons, but you don't know." The man in the green Confucian shirt shook his head. It may be because he had been reading books for a long time and needed to move his muscles.

"We naturally have to take care of some people doing things that violate the iron law in Chang'an City. But the person who comes is very famous, we have to change a way to compensate you, but you have no right to choose. After all, people die like a lamp extinguishing."

Wang Yi must admit that the person in front of him speaks very well and he has no right to choose. But he can accept it as a result.

"I can't get into the Jinyiwei."

This is a fact, and as for the solution, someone will obviously give it.

The man in a green Confucian shirt took out a piece of tissue paper from his cuffs and slowly fell into Wang Yi's open palm in the cold night wind.

"This is a document issued by the Ministry of Personnel. Go to Wenqing Street to take office."

After saying that, the man in the blue Confucian shirt put down the book he was reading, "I look forward to you doing something."

Wang Yi looked at the document in his hand, and a bright red official seal appeared on the paper, accompanied by a faint starlight. But this was not the main thing, and there was also a complex and gorgeous signature written at the end.

Li Huan

As for a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, when he saw this name, he thought of the owner of Chang'an City, King Yan.

Looking at the bright colors of the ink and signature, it should have been signed recently.

However, the above appointment regulations have been around for some time.

This is true. It comes from the exclusive official seal of the Ministry of Personnel of the Ming Dynasty. The starlight cannot be faked, and no one dares to fake the signature.

The name of the King of Yan in Chang'an City is a decree, which was formerly called Yanjing.
Chapter completed!