Chapter 34 Since ancient times, heroes have emerged as young people

The Kyoto Prefecture was subject to the warning of the second prince and knew that the boss of Baoyuelou had a good relationship with the evil young men in Kyoto, so he always turned a blind eye to Baoyuelou, but the Supervisory Office did not have any concerns in this regard. Although they did not have the power to investigate Kyoto civil affairs, they found a lot of relevant information from all aspects under the excuse of investigating the dereliction of duty of the Kyoto Prefecture.

Fan Xian sat in the study and looked at the Case in front of him, and couldn't help but frown deeply. There were two owners in Baoyue Tower, which were mysterious and cruel. Basically, few people had seen it. As for Baoyue Tower's actions, they were indeed bold and fierce. They only opened the building this spring. It took a few months to cut off the business of the building next to it under the double opening of force and money, and forcibly robbed many famous red apprentices into the building, and their momentum was immediately revealed.

Baoyuelou and his party, Fan Xian could see from those details that the owner of this building must be a good business expert, but under the ordinary merchant methods, what could not be hidden was a dark technique - Mu Tie was right. In just one month, four unobedient prostitutes disappeared, and they thought they had died long ago. Baoyuelou had more dirty things in secret and took on all kinds of business.

Fan Xian's brows became deeper and deeper, and his heart became colder. Whether in the past or present, the world is always dirty. However, the sky in Kyoto, the country is easier to be put on the table. The powerful and nobles rely on their power and status. For the common people in the world, they are always exploiting and exploiting. Just like the things like Baoyuelou, in fact, in the Kyoto officialdom, it is not an exception, nor the first, but a means of making money that all the dignitaries have become accustomed to.

For the poor, lowly, unfair things in the world... In the past, Fan Xian was more a bystander, watching the ugliness in the world slowly occur, or subconsciously not thinking about these injustice and darkness - because he was not Guanyin Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and suffering, he himself gained enough benefits and enjoyment from this powerful position. As a vested interest and a part of the powerful team, he naturally chose silence and acceptance.

Silence and acceptance do not mean that he can get used to it. Even though he has been in this soy sauce jar filled with sewage for a long time, he still cannot get used to it.

A mere Baoyuelou is not enough to change his philosophy. He may do some good things within his ability, redeem Sang Wen, suppress Baoyuelou, and make the powerful and powerful gentler when doing things. He may alleviate the conflicts between classes, but he will not try to make a thunderous reaction.

Because the thunderous reaction means denying everything that Baoyue Tower represents, it means challenging the whole world. Only Ye Qingmei seems to have tried to do such a heaven-defying thing. And his mother seems to have failed in the end.

But Baoyue Tower seemed to make it so simple that it was just a brothel. Fan Xian had already smelled the uneasiness hidden inside, and some ominous judgments and an evil fire that arose in his heart gradually emerged from his heart!

So he had to go to Baoyue Tower in person to confirm whether it was correct.

On a sunny and cool afternoon, Deng Ziyue, the leader of Qi Nian group, came to Baoyue Tower again.

When he saw his lifeless face, the thugs from the Mingkes from the Yuelou came up, always preparing to beat him into meat paste on the spot, but when he saw his lifeless clothes, all the thugs took a step back half a step, as if afraid of the cold smell of the clothes on his body.

Deng Ziyue was wearing the local official uniform of the Supervision Office today, so his identity was different. Bao Yuelou thought that there was a Supervision Office behind him as his backer, so he naturally would not do anything that the flood had rushed the Dragon King Temple. He immediately changed a person with status and respectfully welcomed him into a quiet room on the third floor.

There was a curtain in the room, and I couldn't see clearly what was inside.

Outside the curtain was a round table made of Qingzhou stone, which looked extremely precious. Shi Qing'er smiled and greeted Deng Ziyue to the table and sat down, and said charmingly: "It turns out that the lord is actually the lord in the yard. I was really reckless last night. If I had known that it was the lord in the yard, Sang Wen would give it to him with both hands. How dare you accept your silver notes?"

While speaking, she looked into the curtain intentionally or unintentionally, but she did not take out the silver notes at all.

Deng Ziyue knew that there must be someone behind the curtain, maybe it was the mysterious boss of Baoyuelou. He was the Supervisory Office for eight years and had never done a business that relies on power to bully business. However, Fan Xian forced him to take back the ten thousand taels of silver today. He had to go back again. After a little consideration, he sneered: "Miss Shi is so polite. But he ran out of the building last night and hit a few puppies. Today, I just want to ask if this dog is raised by a precious building?"

Shi Qing'er's expression remained unchanged, but she felt a little worried. Last night, she just thought that the other party was from the Thirteenth Yamen. She didn't expect that it was related to the Supervision Bureau. The little brothers of the Second Head family were rampant in Kyoto in the past, but they didn't know that they were beaten up by the other party last night! Today, the other party was coming to the door again, and he was so sharp that he was so polite. It seemed that it was really hard to be good. It was a pity that time was too tight and he didn't find the other party's bottom line.

For some reason, Bao Yuelou herself could not have imagined that Mr. Chen was from Fan Tisi. But she still didn't take that mysterious Mr. Chen seriously, and would not spit out the ten thousand taels of silver bills again, because the person sitting behind the curtain gave her enough confidence.

Shi Qing'er's face turned cold and she sneered, "This adult is so funny. When did the Supervision Bureau take charge of brothels? Shouldn't this be the business of Kyoto Prefecture? If an adult is bitten by a dog, he will be sick, so why don't he go home to rest quickly and come to the building to take care of our business?" She laughed charmingly, "Sir, you are so savvy."

Deng Ziyue said with a stern look: "Stop talking nonsense here! If you don't give me an explanation about what happened yesterday, be careful that you will demolish your ruined building!" He was ordered to come and shook his heart, and he felt a little awkward, but the long-term work of the Supervisory Office naturally made his words feel cold and full of oppression.

Someone coughed twice in the curtain.

Shi Qing'er sank her face and slapped her palm on the stone table in Qingzhou. She cursed fiercely: "I don't know where the Basan'er came from! He dared to come to our Baoyue Tower to squeeze out silver! The contract document was clearly written. You forced to buy Sang Wen. Are you still not satisfied? If you refuse to leave, be careful that I will strip your clothes and drive them out, so that everyone in Kyoto will see your ugly appearance."

Deng Ziyue stared at her eyes with full evil spirit, but his ears listened to the movements in the curtains and said in a cold voice: "It seems that Guilou is really planning to be an enemy of our Supervisory Office."

A mere brothel, there is no qualification to be an enemy of the huge and terrifying Supervisory Office. But Shi Qing'er was surprisingly not panicked, squinted and sneered: "Don't use the Supervisory Office to scare people. Six ministries and three departments have this set, but I hold Yuelou but don't eat this set!"

Deng Ziyue laughed and said, "I'm sowed." He stood up, looked in the curtain coldly, and then flicked his sleeves and prepared to leave.

"Stop it!"

It was quiet and only two coughs came from the curtain, and someone finally spoke. The voice was tender, but it contained a smell of disdain and high power. The green curtain slowly opened, and it was always mysterious. I had never seen an outsider holding Yuelou's owner, and finally appeared in front of the world.

Deng Ziyue looked back in shock. His pupils shrank. He really didn't expect the other party to be his identity! He didn't expect that the other party would actually meet him!

He looked at the boy wearing light yellow clothes in the curtain, and felt extremely absurd in his heart! Baoyue Tower - the largest, reddest and darkest brothel in Kyoto. Every day, he opened the door to welcome and see Enke, and its boss was actually a... a little boy under ten years old!

Deng Ziyue looked at the little boy in yellow clothes with a dumbfounded look and suddenly frowned. Although the little boy had an extraordinary identity, he was shocked to suddenly become the boss of Baoyue Tower.

After a while of silence, he finally half bent his knees and bowed in a deep voice: "Deng Ziyue, the chief clerk of the Supervision Bureau, has met the Third Highness!"

The Third Prince?

Your Majesty’s youngest son is actually the owner of Baoyuelou!

Seeing the inspector's official who had always shown a cruel and cool expression, he was soft and kneeled in front of the second head home. Shi Qing'er's lips curled up and let out two contemptuous sneers. How powerful is the inspector's office? It's not a dog of His Majesty the Emperor. His building seems ordinary, but behind it is His Majesty's youngest son!

"This... Lord Deng. Do you have anything else to say?" Shi Qing'er smiled lightly on her face.

To Shi Qing'er's surprise, Deng Ziyue knelt down, and before the nobleman who was less than ten years old spoke, he stood up naturally and said with a serious face: "I am hereby order from the Lord to ask questions. The girl has not answered yet. After I go back, I will naturally report it all. As for what will happen in the future, the Lord in the Court will be responsible."

The third prince is the youngest son of Emperor Qing, and his biological mother is the most favored Concubine Yi, who is from the palace. Every child's family actually opened a brothel! Although this fact is absurd, it is right in front of him. Deng Ziyue's temple jumped twice, suppressed his emotions, and said with courtesy: "The emperor left."

The third prince still had a tender aura on his face. Seeing that the little official wanted to leave like this, he rushed into his brain with anger and threw a tea bowl over. Although Fan Xian saw at the city gate that the third prince was young and had a lot of plans in his heart, he was still a child after all, and he did not receive the unexpected respect and was naturally furious.

The third prince walked up and pointed at Deng Ziyue's nose and cursed: "Why do you want to leave? Why don't you check it? Didn't you ask me to pay you ten thousand taels of silver?"

Deng Ziyue smiled bitterly. No matter how powerful the Supervision Bureau is, it is impossible to compete for silver bills with a prince. However, according to His Majesty's style of conduct, the Supervision Bureau did not sell the prince's account very much. Fan Xian gave a great advice last night. As a confidant in Tisi, Deng Ziyue did not dare to lose money in front of the prince, so he maintained a courtesy and said, "Of course, my elders came to tell me about silver bills. It was just the third prince, and there were few such places of interest and sex."

Shi Qing'er was stunned by the auditor, thinking that the Supervision Office was as domineering as the legendary one, and he didn't even sell the dignified prince!

The third prince is only eight or nine years old, but he was born in an imperial family. The little boy was born with a mighty power and his mind was even more simple. He sneered: "When did the Supervision Bureau become a beggar? He actually asked for money everywhere? He dared not sell the local account of this palace... Cousin, do you know who this person is?"

As he spoke, all the half-opened curtains were pulled open, and there were a group of thugs inside. Seeing the expressions of these thugs, Deng Ziyue looked shaking and felt that the other party's strength was far beyond the comparison of ordinary thugs.

There were two teenagers standing in front of these thugs. One of them had a fierce look on his face, and his right hand was bandaged, and blood was oozing out. It was the person who was shot through his palm by Fan Xian with a crossbow arrow last night.

Deng Ziyue's eyelids twitched twice, knowing that today was extremely difficult to be good, but when he looked at the person next to the boy who was shot through his palm, his face looked extremely ugly, even more shocked than before discovering that the boss of Baoyue Tower was a young third prince...

He frowned and looked at the eye-catching trick on the slightly fat boy's left cheek. After a little silence, he asked, "Young Master, are you also the owner of Baoyuelou?"

This slightly fat boy is not someone else, but Fan Xian’s younger brother, Fan Sizhe!

Deng Ziyue never expected that the Baoyue Tower that Lord Tisi wanted to investigate was opened by his own brother!

Compared with the arrogant third prince, and compared with the thugs in the room who were eager to try and wanted to teach Deng Ziyue a lesson on the spot, Fan Sizhe's face looked particularly ugly and pale. In addition to the occasional silence of silence in his pupils, there was more fear from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at the third prince in anger and said, "You idiot! Do you know who he is?"

The third prince was stunned and thought to himself that even if you were my cousin, why did you come to scold me? He was furious and cursed: "You dare to scold me!"

Fan Sizhe gritted his teeth tightly and took a breath. He knew about what happened last night, so today he brought people to see what the grandsons of the officials who dared to cut off their own wealth were some of the 13th Yamen who were not very good at seeing them, but he didn't expect... they came from the Supervisory Office!

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath twice, looked at the third prince, shook his head and said distressedly, "The good thing you did!" He felt aroused, knowing that someone must be deliberately hiding it from him.

The third prince and Fan Sizhe are cousins. Since I heard people's advice at the beginning of the year, I have been working together to open the Baoyue Tower. I have always been smooth sailing. I know that my cousin is really a genius in business, but I don't understand why the other party is abnormal today. Even if the people from the Supervision Bureau are afraid of, what are you afraid of? I am a prince, and your biological brother is the most powerful Tiss in the Supervision Bureau!

His tender face was filled with confusion.

Fan Sizhe lamented in his heart, then looked at Deng Ziyue with a look of hope, and asked, "...Is that Mr. Chen last night...?"

Deng Ziyue looked at the boy calmly, but somehow felt a little sad for Lord Fan Tisi and nodded.
Chapter completed!