The spring of the first year of Zhaohong.

The Song Dynasty, Bianjing, Yonglu Street Diankuissi.

Two hundred imperial guards were wearing fish scale armor, pressing their official swords and kneeling on both sides of the schoolyard, hanging their heads and breathing, their faces were solemn.

Eight strong men carried carved chariots and stopped in the middle of the school ground. The eunuch lay on the ground and then carried the steps for the master to settle down.

On the carved chariot, the young man with a jade face was wearing a silver military uniform, with a gauze hat outlined gold wire, holding a jade fracture fan, and four big characters were written on it:

I'm a good person!

The prince was named Cao Hua, and was known as the Tai Sui of Kyoto, the governor of the Heiyuwei Guard. The emperor personally named Wu'an Marquis.

His martial arts are cold-blooded and rely on his power to persecute loyal and kind people. He is also a hero from the world, and he dares to be angry at him but dare not speak out.

However, these glorious deeds have become the past half a month ago.

The current young master is also called Cao Hua, but he is not the "Kyoto Tai Sui" Cao Hua, but the "Five Good Youths" Cao Hua.

Eat well, drink well, sleep well, play well, and have a good job!

The goal is not big, but to achieve this small goal, it has caused a headache for Cao Hua, who has traveled through time.

What he did in the past is described as "he" as having no conscience" as being even more than anything. He was just coming to harming good women, and the evil people in history can basically be trapped on him.

Well, the dirty things you did can be washed away slowly, but it doesn’t leave much time for him.

The dynasty that came was called "Great Song", which was similar to the late Northern Song Dynasty. The emperor was named Zhao Jie, who was also good at calligraphy and loves flower and stone. The difference was that he also liked to appoint eunuchs, such as his adopted father Xue Jiuquan.

There were strong enemies around the outside, and there were rebels rising inside. The emperor also appointed traitors. If this continued, the "Jingkang Shame" in the late Northern Song Dynasty might have to be ahead of time.

He did not expect to win the building or collapse, but he was more at ease to die less when the city of Bianjing was destroyed. If he couldn't even do this, he would at least have his own property and could escape to the south for refuge.

Even such a simple requirement was not easy for him, because he was the confidant of Emperor Zhao Jie, the commander of the three thousand emperor guards, and killed corrupt officials, countless good and bad people, and made many enemies.

Many famous anti-Jin officials are now trying every means to kill him, a treacherous minister. He will not fight back, nor will he not fight back.

When he went out, he didn't want to have such a big show, but he didn't bring any more doggy skills and was dragged to feed the dog if he couldn't walk two streets.

He still feels angry when he remembers that he was kidnapped and hung up by a female thief with big breasts and no brainstorm a few days ago.

A time traveler, who should have recited poems and essays to earn money and receive beauty, was better. He became a rat crossing the street that everyone shouted and beaten. He was knocked and slapped as soon as he went out. If he hadn't been very smart, he would have been raped and killed by the female thief first and then killed and left the corpse in the wilderness.

Difficult! This world is too difficult!

It would be better to throw him directly into the late Northern Song Dynasty, at least he could know the direction of history.

At the Diankuisi School, he surrounded the guards and went down to the dungeon, carrying a food box and poisoned wine, and entered the dark dungeon alone.

If you come here with poisonous wine, you will naturally not do a good thing that will bring honor to your ancestors.

Three poetry meetings were held in the city of Bianjing. It was supposed to be his time to become famous all over the world, but now he can only come to the Diankuis dungeon to do some unethical things that murder loyal and kindness. The matter was instructed by the empress in the harem, and it was impossible not to do it.

When you enter the dim and damp dungeon, all kinds of sounds are messy, most of them are bandits in the world, and a few are court officials. Ordinary civilians are not qualified to enter here at all.

In the simple thatched cell, the light was dim and the smell was bad. The gray-haired old man sat cross-legged on the wooden bed with his eyes closed.

When he opened the prison door, he came to the old man alone and put down his food box.

This old man was the censor Chen Qingqiu. Because he scolded Concubine Wan, the most favored Concubine Wan in the harem, was a beauty who was in trouble. He was furious by the emperor.

He came over and naturally sent the old man to the road according to Concubine Wan's wishes.

In the cell.

Chen Qingqiu opened his eyes when he heard the sound. Seeing that the person coming was Cao Hua, he snorted: "I didn't expect that it was you, the eunuch, who sent me on the road. If you change to a normal person, otherwise I would feel uncomfortable if I die."

Cao Hua was not a eunuch, but a eunuch party. He didn't care about this reprimand and sat down on the chaotic thatch and opened the food box.

There was a pot of poisoned wine, a piece of rice paper, and a pen inside.

Putting the paper and pen in front of Chen Qingqiu, he smiled and said, "Old man, you should be content if you offend Concubine Wan, you can leave a whole body."

Chen Qingqiu sarcastically said, "I have been dedicated to the country for decades, so why are you afraid of death?"

Cao Hua sighed helplessly: "You are dead, what should you do if your daughter is? These days she ran all over the capital alone, and even this young master has begged twice. Your father is just straightforward and irresponsible."

Chen Qingqiu looked furious. After holding it in for a long time, he just gritted his teeth and said, "The truth is unpleasant. The emperor will punish me. A hundred years later, future generations will prove my reputation."

Since ancient times, all foolish and loyal people have loved this remark. He shook his head: "When you have nothing to do, you scold the court, and die in danger to repay the country's kindness. You nerds are so bad."

In the words, he pointed to the paper on the ground: "I say, you write."

Chen Qingqiu sneered: "You think I don't know the tricks of Dian Kui Si and frame me, you are delusional."

"If you don't write, I'll send your daughter in and let her accompany you."

Cao Hua spread his hands and smiled casually.

Chen Qingqiu was immediately furious: "You dare! What's wrong with Jingliu? Why should you catch her?"

"You are not wrong, didn't you come in anyway."

The cell was silent.

What reason does Cao Hua need to directly obey the emperor's order to arrest people? "Kyoto Tai Sui" is not the nickname he has given him.

Chen Qingqiu's face turned red and her body trembled slightly.

After a long time, he reached out and grabbed the brush, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think a piece of paper can ruin my Chen Qingqiu's reputation?"

"Listen..."

Chen Qingqiu, with gray hair, was stained with ink and was about to write down the rebellious words that would make him intimidate for thousands of years.

But when Cao Hua said the first sentence, Chen Qingqiu was stunned.

It's a poem!

Looking up at Cao Hua, Chen Qingqiu's eyes were confused.

Cao Hua sat on the thatch, his posture was lazy, but his words were sonorous and powerful.

Chen Qingqiu's face changed from confusion to disbelief.

The brush on my hand trembled slightly, and I thought for a long time, but I didn't dare to write a word.

He can survive this writing.

But if discovered, it will be infamous for thousands of years.

Don't write?

As long as Cao Hua is not told in front of him, he will be famous for his eternal reputation. Scholars pursue things for their lifetime are in front of them.

Chen Qingqiu struggled and wandered for a long time, but still didn't start writing.

After Cao Hua finished speaking, he whispered: "To be honest, you are not worthy of this poem, but in order to save your life, I will give you a favor. After going out, I will retire and return home. Don't cause trouble for me in this life."

Chen Qingqiu's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Cao Hua's eyes, with a mixed expression.

After a long time, Chen Qingqiu, with gray hair, bowed his head deeply:

"Thank you, Mr.!

"No, thank you for your daughter!"

Cao Hua stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally wiped the first butt clean.

Speaking of this, it has something to do with him being here, but I have to turn the time forward a little and go back to fifteen days ago...

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"Take it off!"

Bian Jing, Wu'an Hou Mansion.

It rains outside the building at night and lights inside the pavilion.

The young man in white leaned against the soft couch, holding a folding fan in his hand, his eyes were unrestrained, and six words were written on the folding fan:

Sword Immortal has been passionate since ancient times

The house was filled with incense, and the woman stood by the attic window, with narrow shoulders, round buttocks, and charming figure, but her face was so sad and angry.

Instead of untiing the Roman skirt as she said, she rebuked: "Cao Thief, you rely on the holy favor to do all evil things. Even if the Lord does not punish you, God will take you as a wicked person."

After the words came, the woman pulled out her hairpin from her head and stabbed her throat. She said this and she had already apologized for her to die.

The young man in white looked cold and arrogant. He flicked the wine glass in front of the desk, and a drop of water bounced up and shot out, just shooting down the jade hairpin.

In the face of "Kyoto Tai Sui", dying happily is also a luxury.

The woman knew that her innocence was hard to protect and her face was ashamed.

'clap!'

At this moment, God might have eyes, and a thunder thunder exploded out of thin air and fell on the young man in white.

Under the vast power of the sky, the young man in white fell down and rolled in twists and turns, but there was no movement in a moment.
To be continued...