MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 60 Willing to lead the penalty
Changsheng Bridge Head.
Thirty-two officers, Mr. Ye Jiajun, stood faceless in the bridge, and a lot of people had gathered next to them.
"What happened in front of you? Why are you blocking the road? Too much!" Someone asked loudly to the soldiers.
"The military department handles the case, and the idlers are not allowed to pass." The leading soldier screamed back.
"Where are the people waiting? Who is the idler? I am passing by here every day, how can I become a messy person?"
"Without the handcuffs of the military, they are all idlers."
"My family is on the street in front, how can I get home from the road?" Someone shouted.
"After noon, it is natural to pass." For the soldiers, the execution of orders is higher than everything. As for the reason of this order, it is not the soldiers they need to consider.
In fact, the blocked streets are not large, but the road to the Tianmen Daoguan is completely completely sealed. Can you pass after noon? The opening ceremony is over and the daylilies are cold!
This is clearly a deliberate provocation!
The purpose is not to let people congratulate the Tianmendao Pavilion.
The Tianmen Road Museum is nominally opened by Qian Shuxiao. Qian Shuxiao is the heir to the Qian family. The Qian family is also inextricably linked with the Prince. It is a shame that Qian Shuxiao is actually playing the face of the Prince, but it is not too ugly. At best, it means knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger.
This time, Qian Shuxiao opened the Tianmen Daoguan, which really played the role of cannon fodder, sandwiched between the Prince and the Second Emperor.
In the past ten minutes and a second, the birds on the street in front of the Tianmen Dao Pavilion were uninhabited, and even the personal shadows could not be seen.
The breeze is coming.
Desolation is bleak.
As time approaches, there are more and more people blocked by Ye Jiajun, and no one can take a step closer. The instructions of the Ministry of War, together with the name of Ye Jiajun, where the average person dares to provoke, hiding is too late. There are even gossips saying that this blockade is the head of the Second Emperor of the Second Emperor.
"The rules of Luoyang City are also too overbearing." A foreigner said with a grunt.
"There is no small matter at the foot of the emperor. You don't understand this point?" A local man replied, "Look, this is not finished!"
"The gods fight, we have the right to watch the show."
"There is a tea stall on the opposite side. Have you had a cup of tea in the past? The good play is still behind."
The sun has risen a little bit at this time.
The lack of leaves is still indifferent, and Qian Shuxiao, who is next to him, is about to be blown up. Just now he has got the news, and the streets around him have now been completely blocked.
"What is the military department handling the case?"
"Ghosts believe!"
"The Ministry of War and the two emperors are wearing a pair of trousers. If there is no greasy stuff in the face, they will not believe it."
Time passed slowly, and in the crowd on the edge of the Changsheng Bridge, someone finally came out.
It was actually a woman who wore a whole embroidered fish suit with a smile on her lips, but her expression was cold and anomalous. It seems that this laugh is a good training. The woman strolled to the leading soldier's side, avoiding the sight of the crowd behind him, and whispered, "I am the ambassador of the ruling, the official business is in the body, you need to pass through here, can you make it convenient?"
While the woman said that she would be hidden in the waist, the waist of the ruling division was bright.
I looked at the woman and thought about it. Then I said, "I can’t help it. I’m also a business official. Before noon, no one can enter the area without permission.”
"I think, of any of them, it includes the ruling division."
Perhaps it is because I feel that I have spoken too hard. The soldier added, "If you really need to go in, you can report it to the Ministry of War. As long as you have the instructions of the Ministry of War, you can always pass, and never stop."
"Otherwise, it will be hard to die."
"A little convenience is OK?" The woman frowned and asked, but her fingers quietly made an action that only two people could see.
"I don't recognize people!" After seeing the woman's action, the soldier suddenly fell cold. "I am a soldier of Ye Jiajun. Your ruling should be very clear about our discipline and nature."
"You just insulted me in the action just now?"
Blockade lines in four directions, hundreds of Ye Jiajun's soldiers, all hard and soft, do not eat, oil and salt do not enter, no matter what, no will allow you to enter the Tianmen Dao Hall before noon.
The sentiment has been somewhat exciting.
Under the roof, people have to bow their heads. In the Tang Dynasty, in Luoyang, who dares to defy the instructions of the Ministry of Military Affairs? Who dares to beat Ye Jiajun’s blockade line?
The bird in the first place must be very cool and cool. Similarly, the bird in the first place may be the worst.
"Husband only put Wu hook, loyalty is higher than 100 feet."
"I lost the ‘righteousness, what is the meaning of this person living!”
The woman from the ruling division had just returned, and a voice was heard from the crowd.
The sound is not big, but enough people can hear it clearly.
"I am a scholar, maybe it is a blind eye. I really can't see it. There is something like a case in front of you. You said that you are a soldier, you are here, and you can't pass the idle people. Well, I am not embarrassed."
The man wearing a scholarly costume walked to the front of the crowd in a few steps, walked to the front of thirty-two Ye Jiajun, and then asked in a loud voice.
"When you block the street, what is the command of the Ministry of War?"
"Not bad."
"There are cases in front that need to be investigated."
"The instructions are like this."
"What should be the crime of disturbing the Ministry of Military Affairs in accordance with the Law of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty?"
The leading soldier’s eyebrows were picked and thought for a moment.
"Take ten!"
After listening to the answer from the soldiers, the scholars will gently pull up the sleeves. "Well, then I will do a disturbance today to the Ministry of Military Affairs."
"How do I act, it is my right. After that, you will be investigated according to the law. I will not change my name, I will not change my family name, Zhao Ting, the four sons of Luoyang Zhaofu."
"The penalty of the stick ten, I have recognized it, you tell Dali Temple, you can go to my house to catch people at any time, never hide."
After saying this, Zhao Ting's four sons, Zhao Ting, really went through the Changsheng Bridge step by step.
The leading soldier, his brow wrinkled, raised his hand, and finally slowly let it go. Others don't know, he will not know where he is. This Zhao Ting is not an ordinary scholar. This Zhao is not a general residence, but it is the home of Zhao Yuntian. Moreover, Zhao Ting just had a high-heavy champion before the moon, and the future is not limited, Qingyun goes straight up.
Grab Zhao Ting?
Still need ten?
I am afraid that the entire Dali Temple, there is one count, there will be no one will dare to pick up, a rod of punishment, playing Zhao Ting's ass, can not do it is their own life!
There was a brief silence in the bridge of Changsheng Bridge, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.
Soon, in the crowd, another person came out and then came to the front of the leader. "My name is Yunfeihe. I am from Luoyang City. I am willing to take the penalty. Please write down!"
Then, someone shouted, "My name is Shi Lei, from Qingzhou House, Jinyun Mountain Villa, I am willing to take the penalty for ten, please write down!"
"And me, the second deacon of the Dust Pavilion, cold and heartless, I would also like to lead the penalty ten, please be sure to write down!"
"And I……"
A stone provokes a thousand waves, and Zhao Ting’s book business seems to have aroused some memories of a certain group of people.
On the Nalu River, facing the infinite monsters, the common troubles.
These people are not many people, only a small part of the crowds on the scene, but the voices of these people are very loud.
For ‘right’.
For the sake of my heart, the inexplicable ‘羁绊’.
"Take ten?"
"What about the stick?"
(First, the winter solstice is happy, remember to eat dumplings, warm heart, warm stomach.)
