One and a half months later.

Beijing ushered in the first snow of winter.

It also ushered in the first year of Longxuan.

While Hui Party uprisings continued to spread from the south, the power struggle between Prince Gong and Wei Ting in the capital also became intense.

In the early morning, people were coming and going in Xiao Aqiao's shop.

Qin Yuan was sitting behind a table, with two steaming baskets of steamed dumplings, a bowl of oil tea, and a bowl of spicy soup in front of him.

I’ve eaten too much tofu nao, so I’ll change the taste today.

I picked up the spicy soup and took a sip. It was really strong.

Suddenly a conversation came from the diners nearby:

"It's been a month and a half and I still haven't found Wang Wu. I guess I can't find him."

"Wang was a ninth-level swordsman fifty years ago. Even if he is not a grand master now, he is not far behind. No one can find him if he wants to run away."

"Wang Wu is the same. If you run away, just run away. What are you doing to kill Wang Jixin, whom King Gong values ​​​​for you? It's fine now, but you will also offend King Gong."

"Wang Wu's sworn brother, Grandmaster Huo, is back. Do you think he will settle the score with Governor Lieutenant?"

"Master Huo is dead"

Qin Yuan stopped eating.

"What? How did you die?"

"Yesterday, I competed with the Grandmaster of Haidong Kingdom who came to challenge me. I was poisoned and beaten to death."

“The people of Haidong Kingdom are so despicable”

"Stop talking about this, talk about something else."

"What to talk about?"

"The new king ascends the throne and the world is amnesty."

When Qin Yuan heard the words "Amnesty for the World", his heart moved.

Can Shao Guilin, who has been exiled a thousand miles, come back?

"Ouch"

Someone was knocked down.

Then, Lu Yunfei, who was sweating profusely, hurriedly walked in, pulled Qin Yuan and walked out.

"Hey, I haven't eaten yet"

"Old Shao is dead"

Shao Guilin is dead.

Qin Yuan suddenly lost his desire to eat.

By the time we arrived at Shao Guilin's home in Shijia Hutong, the mourning hall had already been set up.

The Shao family, dressed in linen and mourning, were burning paper money in a brazier.

I sent away another one I knew.

Maybe it was because he had experienced so much that Qin Yuan didn't feel any uncomfortable emotions.

"I am sorry for your loss"

Qin Yuan cupped his fists and saluted towards the coffin.

The Shao family returned the gift.

Seeing that the Shao family was a little shabby, Qin Yuan gave him a banknote with a denomination of two hundred taels of silver.

"Uncle Qin, we don't need so much for the ceremony."

Shao Guilin's son Shao Pingping refused.

"This is not a memorial ceremony, this is money I borrowed from your father-in-law."

Anyway, Shao Guilin is dead, Qin Yuan can say whatever he wants.

"Borrowed...borrowed?"

Shao Pingping's expression was in disbelief.

He knows very well who his father is.

An iron rooster.

Not to mention two hundred taels of silver, even two taels of silver is impossible.

Qin Yuan changed his message: "This is something Lao Shao and I collaborated on, don't tell anyone."

Shao Pingping suddenly realized it and said angrily: "I can't even ask for dirty money."

Qin Yuan was stunned.

Shao Guilin, an old bastard, actually has such an upright son.

Lu Yunfei advised: "Pingping listen to Uncle Lu and take it."

"Stop talking"

Shao Pingping turned around.

Don't pull it down.

Qin Yuan took the banknote back.

When he walked to the uncovered coffin, Shao Guilin, with no blood on his face, lay quietly inside.

Lu Yunfei, who followed, whispered: "I heard that Lao Shao died of a stroke."

Stroke is cerebral infarction.

The disease that people with three highs are most likely to get.

Qin Yuan was not surprised at all that Shao Guilin, who was as fat as a pig, had this disease.

"Go and talk outside."

Lu Yunfei suddenly came closer and looked like something was wrong.

You don't want to borrow money from me, do you?

Qin Yuan subconsciously had the idea of ​​breaking up with him.

When he came to the wall, Lu Yunfei lowered his voice and asked: "Who do you think will win, Prince Gong or Governor Wei?"

This official obsession has started again.

Qin Yuan had no intention of persuading him.

Lu Yunfei is not a person who listens to advice.

"King Gong has a higher chance of winning."

Qin Yuan remembered that Wang Wu said that the Queen Mother was in the realm of mountains and seas.

No matter how many soldiers and horses Wei Ting had, they could not stop Shanhai Realm's assassination.

"I also think so"

Lu Yunfei nodded and said with approval.

Qin Yuan suddenly thought of something and looked at Lu Yunfei like a fool: "You don't want to replace Wei Zhangyuan, do you?"

"I just became the editor-in-chief. Unless I have a great background, it won't be my turn until I last ten or eight years."

Lu Yunfei looked back at the mourners and said in a very low voice: "When I was drinking flower wine yesterday, I met the nephew of the cousin of the brother-in-law of the housekeeper of Prince Gong's house."

This is too much separation.

The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth twitched.

"Regardless of the distance, there is no problem at all in catching up with Prince Gong."

Lu Yunfei said firmly.

The next day, Grandmaster Haidongguo, who poisoned Grandmaster Huo, mysteriously disappeared.

There are many speculations in the capital. Some say that they fled back to Haidong Kingdom for fear of being blamed by the imperial court, and some say that they were beaten to death by Master Huo's disciples...

Only Qin Yuan knew that the Grand Master of Haidong Kingdom was buried alive under his own peach tree.

The next few days.

The atmosphere in the capital became increasingly tense, and rumors spread that Prince Gong and Wei Ting might start a fight in the capital.

Some said they saw Wei Ting leading his troops to force the palace, some said that the cavalry from outside the pass entered the pass, and those in Wuyang and Wuyang could not see the side.

Many dignitaries and wealthy businessmen were frightened and fled the capital with their families.
To be continued...